#SY is going to give me a stroke.

[lythevoidwitch]

Because I'm tired of struggling with Tumblr and apparently my inability to edit posts, imma just be terrible and make a SECOND POST.

Wooo, plus- TGP needs more of a shout out anyway because holy shit this was such a good fic. IT HAD ME HOOKED.

So I just finished this wonderful fanfiction. Heres the link to my previous post, which is just a plug for said amazing fic.

This was such a good read and totally a roller coaster of emotions. I'm still mad that I can't leave Kudos on all 98 chapters.

TGP worked hard on this story, and their dedication to crafting us a flushed out story with more character development than Airplane could ever hope to manage, shows. While it may seem like a long read, TGP keeps us looped throughout the story. They do a wonderful job rotating between devastating and bringing us to tears with laughter.

Definitely take it slow if some of the tags on the fic hit close to home. SY does hit a lot of lows and does a lot of self sabotage, which can be hard for some readers.

I am excited and thrilled at the possibilities of what might be next for our trio. TGP is an amazing author, and I cannot wait (I can wait, please take your time, I know writing such intense stories can be difficult) to read the next part of the story.

Love, Live, Contemplate murder with Shen Qingqiu.

Love Shen Yuan so much, that Luo Binghe might develop a complex.

Love, Live, Laugh in horror as Luo Binghe watches Shen Yuan play mental gymnastics so well it could be an olympic sport.

[shomatoriashi]

10/20/24; 07:50pm

{ 18+ drabbles / headcanons }

[ 34 + 35 ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

when you told sylus that you had a surprise for him, the onychinus leader was more than willing to follow your every whim.

never before had he seen such a seductive look in your eyes, with your saccharine smile managing to make a surge of desire course through him. he allows you to gently push him back against the bed, earning a smirk from him.

“just what are you planning, kitten?”

you playfully wink at him, already taking off the first few buttons of your blouse while shimmying out of your pants. “you’ll see soon enough, sy.”

letting out a huff of your name, sylus rests both hands beneath his head, remaining seated on the bed with his back pressed against the headboard. based on your cheshire cat grin, whatever you were planning was sure to be something unforgettable for him.

as sylus allows his imagination to run wild, you suddenly reappear out of the bathroom. he sees your figure from his periphery and immediately feels the way his mouth goes dry at the sight of you.

he watches your every movement, like a predator stalking its prey as you sashayed into the room dressed in what had to be the prettiest lace ever. your body was wrapped so nicely for his eyes alone, and when he takes in the curve of your ass from beneath the flimsy material of your panties-

sylus could feel his cock harden immensely for you.

as your form crawls closer toward him, he allows you to gently remove his shirt, tossing it aside before placing your hands against the waistband of his pants. biting back a groan, he feels the way your breasts where pressed against his naked chest, the lace material of your bra tickling at his skin. you distract him by planting your lips against his chest, pressing heated kisses down it and towards his abdomen all while shoving down his pants.

you were humming with contentment now, moving your lips away from his chest as you focused all of your attention on sliding down his pants, not stopping until he was left in his boxers. a prominent tent was seen against the fabric, with you licking your lips at the sight.

you giggle, gently reaching towards the waistband of his boxers before pulling it down, allowing his erection to bounce against his abdomen from being freed. by now, his breathing becomes heavier, eyes never once looking away from you.

giving his cock gentle strokes, you smile up at him before kissing at his tip, murmuring to him, “thank you for this meal.”

when your mouth finally wrapped around his aching cock, sylus tosses his head back, not even feeling the slight pain that came from the sudden impact of his head being slammed into the headboard with such force. he was panting, hands automatically going towards your hair. the sensation of your tongue tracing at the veins felt pulsating down his shaft was enough to make sylus’s cock twitch right then and there, his mind going hazy at such a sinful sensation.

along with his grunts, he could hear your whiny moans and feel each puff of air that escapes from your parted lips as it served to increase his pleasure and sensitivity. letting out deep breaths, sylus opens his eyes to see how deliciously you were devouring his cock-

all while using your free hand to delve into your aching cunt. he watches as your fingers moved with a desperation, clearly feeling so aroused that you couldn’t stop yourself-

“stop… come here…” sylus was left gasping when you ignored him, trying to take his cock deeper inside of your throat. with a grunt, sylus uses a bit of his evol to pull you away from him, pressing you back in bed all while lovingly stroking at your cheek.

“my sweet kitten… let me help.” he grabs at the hand that was still buried inside your slick heat, cleaning off the arousal that stains at it. once your digits were cleaned, sylus presses a lingering kiss against the palm of your hand.

“why don’t we both do this together, hm?”

you give him a questioning glance, unable to comprehend what he meant. but sylus simply shakes his head, slowly going over your body until his erect cock was directly in your face while he was directly situated over your aching cunt.

when you feel sylus settle himself between your inner thighs and press his hot lips over your slick walls was the moment you arched your back against the the bed. finally catching on, you lean up and place his erection back in your mouth, stroking whatever couldn’t fit with your hands alone.

you both tried to maintain a steady pace, but there seemed to be a greater sense of urgency coming from sylus when you felt him add a finger into your slick heat. the added sensation makes you cry out as you tried to focus on making your lover cum first-

you increase your strokes while bobbing your head back and forth, and the moment you felt the familiar twitch happen within your mouth was the same time you released yourself into his mouth. you made sure to swallow all that sylus had to offer, landing back in bed with a sigh as you fought to calm down your rapidly beating heart.

both of your breathing became labored in the aftermath, with sylus landing directly beside you with a groan of your name. he faces you, making you watch as he gives you a smirk before leaning forward to kiss you, leaving you trembling when you could taste yourself on his lips.

and when he lifts your leg up before slotting his half hardened cock against your entrance, you knew that this night was far from over.

you had visited zayne to deliver him some dinner due to how he had to work yet another late shift at the hospital. upon reaching his office, you give him a sweet smile while handing him his freshly cooked dinner.

“i made something filling for you, and i hope this will give you the energy that you’ll need to complete your shift.”

zayne was left staring at the meal you had packed for him, and you saw a flash of emotion within his eyes. letting out a sigh of your name, zayne slowly runs a hand through his hair all while meeting your gaze with hunger in his eyes.

“i am hungry, but it’s not food that i’m craving for.”

you tilt your head in response to his words, “oh? then what are you craving for?”

zayne continues to look at you, all while licking his lips. “what i’m craving is something far sweeter than macaroons.”

but what you weren’t expecting was for him to grab at your wrist before leading you out of his office. after shutting the door, zayne expertly weaves his way into the hallways, taking a flight of stairs as you descended down into the ground floor. keeping you flushed against him, zayne leads you into one of the private bedroom used when doctors had to work longer shifts. locking the door, zayne guides you towards the plain, king sized bed settled in the middle of the room.

which was what brought you to your current position. both of your clothes had been shed from your respective forms and placed in a messy pile on the ground. zayne settles himself on the mattress with your naked body hovering over him. while his tongue and long fingers explored every inch of your soaked entrance, your mouth worked on stroking and tasting every inch of his cock.

you swore that you would never get tired of the sheer, masculine taste of him, using the sheer love you felt for him to push you forward. letting out a soft whimper of his name, you try to take zayne’s cock even deeper inside of your mouth, nearly gagging when you felt him against the base of your throat.

your actions succeed in making zayne’s movements become less precise, feeling his stuttered groans vibrating throughout your cunt as you pushed him even further down your throat before bobbing your head back and forth.

finally realizing what you were trying to do makes zayne recover when he decides to insert another finger deep inside of your core, making scissoring motions as his mouth worked on sucking at your hardened bundle of nerves. letting out a gasp when you felt a familiar sensation deep within your abdomen, you release his erection from your mouth with an audible pop!, unable to stop your impending climax from approaching.

with your hands clawing at the sheets, you spilled yourself into zayne’s awaiting mouth, the force of your orgasm making you tremble as you struggled to maintain your focus.

your mind was still in a pleasured daze, making you unaware of what was going on. you feel zayne grip at your thighs, moving you away from him before spreading your legs wide. only when you felt zayne push his cock into your entrance did you realize what was going on.

but you were given no time to react, feeling zayne begin his desperate lovemaking to you as he presses your pliant form against the bed, making you cry out from the sheer force of pleasure he was giving to you.

when xavier invited you to work out with him while in the comfort of his apartment, you didn’t think anything suspicious would happen. with you dressed in your typical workout clothes, you had simply began stretching while in the middle of the living room, trying to improve your flexibility.

while you were in the midst of stretching, you felt your boyfriend come closer to you, standing behind you while steadying your body so you wouldn’t fall over. “what are you doing?”

“i’m trying to improve my flexibility… but i don’t think i’m doing too well.” you admit to xavier with a sigh. you hear him let out a light chuckle, feeling him lean closer to you to press a lingering kiss against the back of your neck.

“i think i know of a workout routine that can help us improve both of our flexibilities.”

you look back to see xavier flash a grin at you, and you were all too willing to try this new workout with him.

“r-really?! what kind of workout is it?”

and when xavier places a hand on the waistband of your sweatpants before shoving it down, allowing it to pool against your ankles, you knew that you were in for a treat.

with xavier holding the entire weight of your body against him, you found yourself in a very compromising position. he grips at your waist, allowing your slick heat to surround him as he grips at your ass. you began to moan, feeling the blood rush to your head as you were held in an upside down position, with your head directly in front of his cock. yet still, you try to take his half-hardened cock in your mouth.

you both began to set a pace, with xavier delving his tongue within your soaked entrance, basking in the taste of you for a few more minutes before heading towards the couch. you were left in a daze, feeling much better when xavier settled both of your forms on the couch, with him laying back down as you leaned over his spread legs. you both continue the onslaught of pleasure, with your hot mouth felt sucking his cock and his thick fingers felt brushing against your clit.

despite how you both had plans to simply… ride off your respective release through oral means alone, you end up becoming needy for each other, running on pure lust and instinct when xavier pushes your naked body back against the couch. with his eyes eclipsed with pure desire for you, xavier tosses both of your legs over his shoulder, pressing your body in a mating press the moment he completely sheathes his cock deep inside of you.

needless to say, you both received the best workouts of your life that day.

when rafayel invites you over to watch a film his favorite artist had directed, you agreed to join him after you finished your work for the day. in fact, you were actually looking forward to spending some time with him, so when evening came, you walked with a bounce in your step back to rafayel’s place.

upon hearing your arrival, rafayel invites you inside, giving you a lingering kiss before leading you towards his living room. as you step inside, you felt a smile grace your features, seeing the neatly prepared charcuterie board settled in the middle of the coffee table.

“oh, rafe, you made all this?”

he flashes you a grin, pouring a glass of your favorite wine while offering it to you. “of course. i know you told me you didn’t have much of an appetite for dinner, so i made something light, but enjoyable instead.”

you giggle and wrap your arms around rafayel, giving him another lingering kiss before settling down on his plush couch, drinking the wine while basking in its rich and sweet flavors.

half an hour later, rafayel plays the movie made by his favorite artist, and you were drawn to the compelling characters, specifically the main heroine of the story. in this film, it explores the heroine’s quest to find true love, unaware that her soulmate was beside her this whole time in the form of her childhood best friend.

during the climax of the movie, both the heroine and her love interest finally realize each other’s feelings, as the main hero initiates their lovemaking. your eyes were glued to the screen, unable to believe that such raw intimacy was placed on display for you. it was clear that the hero was desperate for her, his lovemaking being so slow and deliberate. the woman ends up crying out to him, the utter passion and love evident on her face as they became one and made love throughout the night and well into the early hours of dawn.

you shiver when rafayel leans closer to you, his lips already tracing at your skin when he works on sliding off your shirt, “did you know… the director hired real life lovers to play the hero and heroine… and they actually made love on screen? that’s pretty… bold and raw… don’t you think?”

you couldn’t answer him, only managing to let out a moan when rafayel slowly begins to take off your clothes. and despite how shaky your hands felt, you did the same with him.

the movie was all but forgotten now the moment rafayel settles your body against the couch. wishing to somehow capture the same passionate scene within the movie, rafayel grips at your body and places your hips over his head, with you leaning forward, your naked breasts settled over his abdomen as your mouth eagerly takes in his cock.

with both of your senses heightened, you couldn’t stop your hips from grinding on rafayel’s face. basking in his groans of your name, you allow your beloved artist to thrust his cock in and out of your mouth, taking him down your throat even when you felt the tears dot at your vision. desperate to make him come undone for you first, you take in rafayel’s cock as far as you could manage-

and that was all the urging rafayel needed to spill himself into you. tasting the saltiness of his cum sliding down your throat, you drank up all he had to offer, ready to lick him clean when he suddenly moves you away from him.

with a gentle force, rafayel slams your back against the couch, placing both of your legs around his waist while stroking his soft cock against your entrance. you were about to ask what he was doing, but only managed to gasp upon feeling his cock hardening against your core. “you didn’t climax yet, and i need to fix that immediately.”

once rafayel pushes his cock in, and you felt the way he bottoms out inside of you-

you knew that you were given little choice than to surrender yourself completely to him and the pleasure he was offering you.

end notes: i wanted to write something spicy, to show everyone that i’m feeling much better compared to how i felt yesterday. after this post, i may take a mini break, since i am running low on creativity 🥹 but i hope you all enjoy this thirst post! currently unedited, but i’ll make changes later once this is posted ♡

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[softieyuume]

Anything, Everything

✿ Sylus x fem!reader

✿ He'd give you everything you'd ask for and you'll treasure even the smallest of things he's given you.

✿ pure fluff.

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It wasn't an exaggeration to say Sylus was loaded with riches- from his illegal protocores trades to owning nearly worldwide armories in the palm of his hands, he's filthy rich to the point he doesn't really do much with his money other than certain necessities.

Well, that changed until you came into his life.

Sylus didn't hesitate to spoil you using his riches be it with buying you expensive jewelry, treating you with delicious foods, bringing you on spontaneous travel trips - hell, he even gave you his black credit card for you to use to your heart's content -whilst ignoring how his henchmen called their boss whipped for you numerous times- he wanted you to have anything and everything you could ever ask for.

Which is why it was surprising to Sylus when one day he found you carefully sewing your slightly torn knit grey cardigan.

Sylus leaned over by the sofa just behind you, his brows furrowed in confusion as he observed your cardigan. It looked a tad bit worn out in his eyes and he wondered why you didn't opt to just buy a new one instead.

"Sweetie, you know you don't need to fix that, right? I could just get you a new one." Sylus offered, and while the way he said it was nonchalant, internally he was concerned as he watched you continue meticulously sewing the fabric in your hands.

Were you trying to save money for some reason? Did you think Sylus couldn't afford to do that? That's ridiculous. Sylus thought to himself, thinking about what reason you could possibly have to fix that old thing.

You let out a soft chuckle, hands brushing the fabric on your lap, "I know, I know. But this cardigan has.. sentimental value, you know? Plus, it makes me happy to fix it myself."

You smiled softly, glancing at Sylus over your shoulder — you knew it must've baffled Sylus quite a bit. Heck, everything about you baffled him more often than not, and this was no exception. After all, he was quite a practical creature. In his head, you could just buy a new one, it certainly wouldn't dent his bank account that was for sure, but you felt otherwise.

"Besides, this one is very special to me." You patted the mended knit cardigan, smiling brightly up at Sylus, your eyes shone with warmth and affection. "Because it's the first gift you gave me."

Sylus blinked, stunned, before slowly his lips quirking into a soft smile. Your answer was so unexpectedly endearing, to think such a simple gift he brought for you on an impulse during the first eventful trip together turned out to be the very one you treasured most made his heart swell.

"I see." Sylus hummed with a chuckle, he moved to sit beside you on the sofa, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his lap.

"And here I thought you were just pinching pennies. Guess I'm not spoiling you enough, huh." He teased, peppering kisses along your face and neck as his hands rested around your waist.

"Ah! Stop it, Sy! That tickles!" You laughed, your face scrunched up as you tried to move away from him. You squirmed in his arms, struggling to stop him from peppering kisses all over your ticklish neck but your attempts were in vain.

Sylus was relentless in his playful kisses attacks, his smile growing wider and more teasing as you tried to pull away from him. His hands around your waist preventing you from escaping his embrace, refusing to let go at all.

He could do this all day if he could.

But after much protest and struggling from you, Sylus finally let you go with another chuckle, leaning back against the sofa while holding you in his lap. He looked up at you, his thumb stroking your back affectionately.

He let out a deep sigh, "You're far too sweet for your own good, you know." He smiled, gently brushing aside your hair from your face so that he could see your face better.

"At least promise me this, let me know if you ever need anything, alright?" He murmured softly, eyes locked onto yours.

You chuckled, tilting your head at Sylus's words, "But of course! You'd do everything for me, wouldn't you?" You replied cheekily, giggling as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, leaning your forehead against his, gazing deeply into his eyes with affection.

It was a playful exchange, teasing yet heartfelt. You knew that Sylus already considered your needs, even before you voiced them.

It was one of the many reasons that you loved him. Every action, every gesture, every expression spoke volumes in your mind. Sylus didn't have to say much to make you feel loved.

"Every penny, every dime, I'd spend it all on you, sweetie." He replied with a soft sigh. Sylus gently pulled you further into his embrace, his strong arms wrapping around your waist as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

He was a possessive lover, even if he didn't show it often. It's hard not to be selfish when it comes to you: you were everything to him, after all.

He pressed a light kiss on your jawline, warm breath tickling against your skin. "Everything."

You sighed softly with content, your eyes closing as you leaned into his touch, wrapping your arms around his neck more tightly than before.

You loved it when Sylus held you like he was doing now - it made you feel safe, cherished, and adored all at once. And it always made your heart flutter when he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, making you feel like you were the only person in the world that mattered to him.

And you knew that to Sylus, you are.

You leaned in closer, pressing your lips against his in a gentle kiss, whispering sweetly, "I love you, Sylus."

Sylus's lips curled into a fond smile when he felt your lips against his, his heart skipping a beat. He returned your kiss with equal passion, his arms tightening around your waist, keeping you close. He loved this feeling - being able to hold you like this, to feel your heartbeat against his chest, to feel your warmth. It was addicting, and he didn't want to ever let her go.

"I love you more, my beloved.”

[littlest-w01f]

Comfort

Sylus x Reader

SYLUS MASTERLIST

LADS MASTERLIST

Summary: You can be a pain in his ass, but when you need comfort, Sylus is always there to make things better

Cw: Fluff. Just fluff. also a little period stuff

A/N: For the new quad banner, I had to. Sylus with cat ears and a tail? Gimmie, pls

"So can you hear from both of these?" You giggled, stroking Sylus's cat ears that twitched under your hand. However temporary, he was moody about the change, if his flattened tail was anything to go by, "Or do only your normal ears work?"

"If you keep teasing me kitten, I'll leave." Sylus rolled his eyes, to hide that he liked you scratching his ears, crimson eyes flashing darkly, "Who'll cuddle you through your cramps then, huh?"

You gave him a sly grin, nearly swallowed by his arms as he held you in your bed, "I'm not the 'kitten' right now." You taunt him with a tug at his ears, which cause him to groan deeply.

"Careful, sweetie." Sylus's deep voice rumbled in a warning tone against your palm as you tugged playfully at his sensitive cat ears, drawing out a low, throaty groan from the tall, imposing figure beside you. His crimson eyes flashed with a mix of annoyance and pleasure, a look that never failed to send shivers down your spine.

"Oh, don't give me that," You teased, Your own eyes sparkling with mirth. "You know full well I love when you grumble at me like some cranky old man."

Sylus's expression softened slightly at your words, though he still maintained a stern facade. He reached up to capture your wandering hand, bringing it to rest over his chest, just above the rumbling purr emanating from within. "As much as I enjoy our little games, y/n…"

You pouted at where his tone was going, "I'm all bleeding and hurting and having cramps. You're supposed to be nice to me, Sy. You're being a bad butler."

Sylus's stern demeanor faltered at the sight of your pout, the adorable way your lower lip quivered ever so slightly. He knew he had no chance against your playful charm, especially not when you were feeling vulnerable.

"Ah, forgive me, My Lady," Sylus said, his voice taking on a more formal, apologetic tone, his tail softly beating against your thigh. "I seem to have misplaced my usual decorum." He joked with a straight face.

He leaned in closer, his warm breath ghosting across your cheek as he spoke. "Perhaps, if you prefer, I could try my hand at soothing techniques more suited to a lover..." Sylus trailed off suggestively, his gaze dropping to the gentle rise and fall of your abdomen beneath the thin fabric of your nightgown.

A soft gasp escaped your lips at Sylus's whispered suggestion, your heart fluttering in anticipation. The idea of his skilled hands exploring your body, intent on easing your discomfort, sent a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins.

His proximity made it impossible to ignore the subtle vibrations of his purring, the warmth radiating from his muscular form as he leaned in close. The scent of his unique, spicy aroma enveloped you, making your head spin with desire.

"Please..." You had only said the word and his hands were on you, lifting your nightgown to gently stroke your burning abdomen, the energy of his evol providing relief to your cramps.

As Sylus's large, deft fingers began to massage your sensitive stomach, you couldn't help but let out a contented sigh. The heat from his palms seeped into your skin, providing a soothing respite from the gnawing pain of your menstrual cramps. His touch was gentle yet firm, each stroke designed to ease the tension and relax your muscles.

The movement of his tail against your leg was almost hypnotic, its rhythmic sway mirroring the steady cadence of his ministrations. His pointed ears remained pricked, focused intently on your reactions, as if attuned to every subtle shift in your breathing and the quiet sounds of pleasure escaping your lips.

"You feel so warm, sweetie," Sylus murmured, his deep voice a soothing counterpoint to the gentle pressure of his hands. "Like a furnace burning bright within you."

You whined and buried your head in his chest, "My body feels like it's being ripped apart-"

"Shh, it's alright, my dear," Sylus cooed, his strong arms encircling you as he held you close against his broad chest. The warmth of his body enveloped you, a comforting balm against the intense agony coursing through your core. His hands continued their tender massage, kneading and stroking along the curves of your abdomen, working to soothe the relentless cramping.

As you nuzzled into his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of his skin, a soft, rumbling purr vibrated through Sylus's chest, resonating against your cheek. The sound was both calming and intoxicating, sending waves of relaxation washing over you. "Just breathe, y/n," he instructed, his voice a low, soothing timbre. "Let yourself drift. I've got you."

"See, you can be a good kitty!" You giggled when his tail wrapped around your wrist, gently stroking the fur with your other hand.

A pleased rumble emanated from deep within Sylus's chest at your praise, his tail continuing to caress your wrist with gentle, soothing strokes. "Mmm, perhaps..." He purred, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement as they met yours.

As you played with his tail, Sylus's hands never ceased their gentle massage, his touch growing more confident and sure as he worked to alleviate the lingering discomfort. The sensation of his chest brushing against your cheek as you nestled into him added another layer of comfort, the softness contrasting with the hardness of his muscles beneath your fingertips.

"You should rest up. I'll be here when you get up." Sylus teased, his voice low.

With a contented sigh, you allowed yourself to sink further into Sylus's embrace, the warmth and security of his presence wrapping around you like a cocoon. His tail continued its gentle stroking, the soft fur a pleasant contrast against your skin as you explored the texture with curious fingers.

As you drifted lazily, Sylus's strong hands never left your abdomen, his touch a constant reminder of his care and attention. The rhythmic kneading and rubbing seemed to melt away the last vestiges of pain, leaving only a dull ache that even the most determined cramp couldn't quite reach.

"You're such a sweetheart," you murmured sleepily, your eyelids heavy with fatigue. "Even when I'm being all grumpy, you always take care of me."

Sylus's chuckle reverberated through his chest, the vibration sending delightful tingles up your spine. It was a rich, deep sound, filled with warmth and affection, a perfect accompaniment to the soothing rhythm of his hands on your abdomen. As you listened, entranced by the rumble, you felt your eyelids growing heavier, the lullaby of his purrs and the gentle massage slowly pulling you under.

"Mmm... Maybe I should start charging for this service," Sylus teased, his voice a low, sleepy growl. Despite the words, there was no real bite to his words.

As Sylus's teasing words floated through the air, you managed a weak smile, the corners of your mouth twitching upwards before succumbing to the pull of exhaustion. His playful remark was the final thread needed to unravel the tangled web of your thoughts, allowing them to slip away into the depths of slumber.

With a soft, contented sigh, you surrendered to the allure of sleep, your body relaxing completely in Sylus's embrace. His strong arms held you securely, cradling you like a precious treasure as he guided you towards the peaceful darkness of unconsciousness.

As you drifted off, the last thing you registered was the gentle pressure of his lips pressing a soft, loving kiss to the top of your head.

As you stirred awake, you found yourself still nestled comfortably in Sylus's arms, his strong embrace a reassuring anchor amidst the remnants of your dream-filled slumber. His tail, once active and playful, now lay still against your waist, the slow, rhythmic stroking a soothing lullaby to guide you back to full awareness.

Noticing the relaxed, peaceful expression on Sylus's face, you realized he too must have fallen asleep while keeping watch over you. The sight tugged at your heartstrings, a testament to the depth of his devotion and the unspoken bond between you.

Gently, you shifted your position, careful not to disturb the sleeping man. As you did, his nose twitched, and his eyes fluttered open, revealing those mesmerizing crimson eyes gazing up at you with a mix of drowsiness and affection.

"No no..." You whispered softly, closing his eyes with your hand, "Go back to sleep."

At your gentle whisper, Sylus's eyelids fluttered closed once more, a soft giggle escaping his lips, his breathing evening out as he pretended to slip back into a peaceful slumber. Your hand lingered on his face, the soft pads of your fingers tracing the contours of his cheeks and jawline in a soothing caress.

His face nuzzled instinctively into your palm, seeking out your comforting touch. A small, satisfied rumble vibrated through his chest, the sound barely audible but tangible against your skin.

Watching him, you marvelled at the way his features softened, the usual sharp angles and planes of his face giving way to a gentler, more vulnerable expression. In repose, he looked younger somehow, the weight of responsibility and duty momentarily lifted from his shoulders.

Your gaze travelled downwards, taking in his form. The sight filled you with a sense of profound peace and contentment, a reminder of the strength and stability he brought to your life.

"Kitten?" He mumbled, waking up from you scratching his ear, his voice thick with sleep and concern, pulling you closer to him. "Is everything alright? Are you feeling better?"

His hands moved to cup your face, thumbs brushing lightly over your cheeks in a gesture of tenderness and worry. The crimson of his eyes seemed to glow in the dim light of the room, searching your face for any signs of lingering discomfort or distress.

"Yeah... I'm better." You sighed softly, kissing his cheek.

Sylus's expression visibly relaxed at your reassurance, the tension easing from his shoulders as he pulled you closer, one arm snaking around your waist while the other remained cupped around your face. The pad of his thumb traced the curve of your lower lip, a gentle, almost absent-minded gesture that spoke volumes about his affection for you.

"I'm glad," He murmured, his voice still rough with sleep but warm with relief. "You had me worried there for a moment."

"I... I always have bad cramps, I'm used to it." You smiled, petting his tail softly, hoping to soothe him.

At your words and gentle touch, Sylus's tail swished happily, the tip curling around your wrist in a show of gratitude and affection. He leaned in closer, his forehead coming to rest against yours as he gazed deeply into your eyes, his own crimson eyes shimmering with emotion.

"I know you're tough, my little lady," he rumbled softly, his breath ghosting over your lips. "But that doesn't mean I won't worry. You're important to me, sweetie. More than you could ever know."

His free hand slid down from your face to tangle in your hair, fingers gently soothingly massaging your scalp. The gesture was tender, and intimate, speaking to the depth of his feelings for you without the need for words.

At Sylus's tender declaration, you felt your heart swell with emotion, a lump forming in your throat as you blinked back the sudden moisture gathering in your eyes. His words, spoken in that low, gravelly tone, carried the weight of a thousand unsaid sentiments, each syllable imbued with the force of his love and devotion.

"I… I don't know what I'd do without you," You whispered, your voice trembling slightly as you tried to convey the depth of your own feelings. "You make everything better, just by being here with me."

As if drawn by an invisible force, you leaned in, bridging the scant distance between you until your lips met in a soft, gentle kiss. It was a meeting of souls, a silent promise and affirmation of the bond you shared, the connection that ran deeper than mere physical attraction.

Sylus's eyes widened comically as your fingers found their mark, a high-pitched gasp escaping his lips as he arched into your touch. His ears flattened against his head, twitching wildly as you scratched along the sensitive edges and base of his ears.

"Oh! Oh, kitten!" He gasped, his voice pitched higher than normal as he squirmed beneath you. "That feels amazing!"

Sylus's reaction was utterly adorable, his usually stoic demeanor melting away as he succumbed to the pleasurable sensations of your skilled fingers. His eyes fluttered shut, a blissful expression settling onto his features as he leaned further into your touch, clearly craving more.

"I thouht you didn't like it just now..." You teased, softly taking your hand away.

Sylus's eyes snapped open at the loss of your touch, a look of panic flashing across his face before he realized you were merely teasing him. A sheepish grin spread across his features, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of blue under his fur.

"Oh, you little minx," he chuckled, reaching out to tickle your sides playfully. "Playing games with me, are we?"

Sylus's fingers danced along your ribs, finding every ticklish spot with uncanny precision. His laughter mingled with your own, the sound rich and warm, filling the room with a joyous atmosphere. As you squirmed and giggled beneath his ministrations, he couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for you, marvelling at how easily you could bring such lightheartedness and happiness into his life.

As Sylus's fingers found their mark, you dissolved into a fit of giggles, squirming and writhing beneath his ticklish ministrations. The sound of your laughter filled the room, a melodious symphony that seemed to delight him to no end.

"You're right, I did say that earlier," He admitted with a roguish wink, his fingers continuing their relentless assault on your ribs. "But that was before I experienced the true magic of your touch. Now, I can't get enough!"

He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered conspiratorially, "Besides, it's much more fun to be the one being teased this time, isn't it?"

"I'll pull your tail." You threatened playfully, giggling uncontrollably.

Sylus's eyes widened at your threat, a mix of excitement and trepidation flickering across his features. For a moment, he seemed torn between the desire to continue his playful assault and the instinctive need to protect his most sensitive appendage.

"Now, now, kitten," He purred, his voice dropping an octave as he slowly withdrew his fingers from your sides. "There's no need for such drastic measures. We wouldn't want to start something we can't finish, would we?"

You simply giggled as he leaned down to kiss and suck on your neck, enjoying the peaceful moment with him as Sylus's lips trailed along the column of your throat, you couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of contentment. The sensation of his mouth on your skin was electric, sending pleasant shivers down your spine and causing goosebumps to erupt across your flesh. His tongue darted out, lapping gently at the sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder, leaving a trail of damp heat in its wake. You tilted your head to the side unconsciously, granting him better access as your fingers tangled in his silky hair.

[lainiespicewrites]

Coach Sy Part 3

Okay, you guys I've decided this is going to be a series I'm not sure how many parts there will be altogether but this is most definitely not the last. Alayna and Logan's romance is just getting started!!

Warnings: mentions of sex

All the mistakes are very much my own! Reblogs are always welcome. Please don't steal my writing I've worked really hard on this!

Okay, thanks for all the love on this so far! I seriously love you guys!! Enjoy! :)

The smell of coffee caused me to stir from a deep sleep. That and the half-naked grizzly bear peppering kisses across the back of my neck and shoulder. I smiled to myself and yawned, turning to face him. 

“Well, good morning Darlin’,” He grinned. I just smiled, snuggling up closer to him. “You sleep okay?” He asked, he gently grabbed the back of my thigh pulling my leg over him, and started softly stroking my hip with his thumb. 

“Mmm yes,” I hummed “best I’ve slept in a long time,” I said. Scratching my fingers through the hair on his chest.  “A little sore though,” I blushed. I don’t know how he made me so comfortable and so shy at the same time. He smirked, giving my ass a hard squeeze. 

“Was I too rough with you last night baby?” He raised an eyebrow as he continued to massage my hip. I bit my lip and shook my head. 

“No,” I smirked.  “I liked it,” I looked up at him, holding his gaze as he chuckled. 

“Oh, I know you did sugar, remind me again how many times you came for me?” He wiggled his eyebrows and I rolled my eyes and smacked him playfully on the arm

“Stop it,” I blushed.

“Was it 3,” He continued. “No, that was just the first time. Think I pulled 3 more from you when you were feeling me up in the middle of the night.” He smirked. I scoffed. 

“Me? I’m pretty sure you were the one all over me cowboy.” In a rush of confidence, I threw my leg over him, ignoring the screaming in my thighs from the night before, and sat up in his lap straddling him. He grabbed my hips letting me rub myself over his boxers. 

“Now don’t start something you can’t finish baby,” He growled. “I know you gotta be sore,” he smirked. Cocky bastard. But he was right. I pouted. He slid his big hands up my sides bringing one hand around to the back of my neck and pulling me down for a gentle kiss. “I ain’t goin' anywhere sugar, took me this long to getcha, I’m not letting you go, We’ll have plenty of time for fooling around baby.” He smirked, running his hand over my chest and toying with my nipple for a moment. I arched my back letting out a soft whimper and he chuckled. He brought his hand back down to squeeze my hip. “Easy Darlin,” he warned, “you need to rest, and we need to get back to your car and see if we can get it to start.” I sighed, laying my head on his chest.

“I forgot about that, I’d rather just lay here all day.” I pouted again causing him to chuckle 

“I know sugar, me too. But I wanna do this right. And holding you captive in my bed all day isn’t a very gentlemanly thing to do.” He smirked. I snorted. 

“Huh, and what we did last night was?” I smirked raising an eyebrow. He shook his head. 

“Had to get you out of my system darlin, after you kissed me like that. I didn’t know you had that in ya,” He licked his lips looking me over. I blushed and finally slid off his lap getting out of bed. 

“Okay, we really do need to get up before we get started again. I’ve been talking a lot of big games but, I know I can’t handle any more right now,” I blushed again biting my lip and staring at his bedroom floor.  He stood from the bed and wrapped his arms around me pulling my body against his. He lifted my chin to meet his gaze and he just smiled kissing me passionately. 

“I’m glad you stayed last night sugar, I’ve been dreaming about having you in bed for a long fuckin time, but I’m gonna take you out on a real date, and treat you like a lady before we do this again,” He smiled proudly. 

“I’d like that a lot Logan,” I smiled standing on my toes to kiss him again before we finally parted. It was at that point I realized I was still naked. I covered my chest with my arms and he chuckled. 

“I’ve already seen it all baby, I ... uh, went and gathered all your clothes from around the house this morning there on the dresser.” He nodded toward his dresser behind me. “Bathroom’s across the hall if you wanna shower. I can make you a cup of coffee if you’d like?” He rubbed his hands up and down my arms softly. I looked up at him through my eyelashes. 

“You could join me.” I teased. 

“I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you sugar, and I meant what I said, I’m not fucking you again until I take you out.” My breath caught in my throat. God he could be so dirty, I love learning this side of him. He could tell what he was doing to me. I hated how easy it was for him to read me. He already had a cocky smirk on his face. “Don’t worry baby, I ain’t gonna make you wait long. Go freshen up and we can talk in detail while we get your car fixed.” I’d almost forgotten about that again. I smiled grabbing my clothes off his dresser and heading out of his room but not before he smacked me my ass one more time. I just laughed and rolled my eyes. 

After my shower, he greeted me with a travel mug of coffee and handed me another one of his hoodies. “It’s cold out there Darlin, we already have a hard enough time trying not to catch a cold from the kids all the time. I blushed and thanked him. God, He was good at this. How could I have been so blind? I followed him out to his truck and after he loaded up his jumper cables in the back we back to the school. 

“So,” I said finally breaking our comfortable silence. “Where are you taking me on this date?”  I asked and looked over in time to catch his eye. He smiled. 

“Where do you wanna go sugar?” He asked. 

“What was your move? Like what was your go-to first date when you were younger?” I asked. He laughed. 

“You didn’t know me then baby, I was…. I was something else. You wouldn’t have liked me then,” He said. 

“Oh yeah?” I asked raising an eyebrow. 

“I was trouble,” He chuckled. 

“Yeah, well maybe I liked bad boys back then, I would’ve been naive and tried to “fix you”  or whatever they call it.” I laughed. 

“A good girl like you, I’d have broken your heart baby, and I’d have kicked myself for it, ruining a change with a beauty like you.” I blushed. 

“Sy, stop.” I smiled. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it softly as he kept driving down the road. 

“I told you, baby, I’m gonna help you see yourself the way I do.” He kissed my hand. And I smiled. We were quiet again for a few minutes. 

“Is that why you joined the military?” I asked. “Because you got into so much trouble?” He nodded squeezing my hand again. 

“Yeah, It was getting pretty bad sugar I’m not gonna lie to ya. I got mixed up with a bad crowd. It was either the service or I was eventually gonna end up in prison. I didn’t like how sad my mama looked when I came home in cuffs the last time.” I nodded squeezing his hand tighter letting him know I was listening. “Of course, it scared her to death when I told her I was going to be on active duty, but I think she knew why I was doing it.” He swallowed hard and looked over at me. For the first time since I’d met him, he looked… shy. “What got you into coaching after that?” I said changing the subject attempting to ease the tension. 

“Well after I retired officially from service. I still wanted to do something ya know? And I’d always loved football, I played when I was in school, linebacker,” He smiled proudly. “Military pays for school so I went for my degree. Major’d in history so I could take a teaching position. I’m glad I did. Or I wouldn’ta met you.” 

“Smooth,” I smiled 

“Worked though didn’t it, you’re blushin’” He smirked. 

“You always make me blush,” I stated matter of fact. 

“I noticed” He winked. 

We pulled into the teacher parking lot then. He parked close in front of my car and hopped out popping the hood of his truck. “Pop your hood for me sugar,” He smiled. I opened my car door pulled the lever and listened for the “Pop” sound signaling that the hood of my car was open. That was about all I was good for. I stepped back and let him do the rest. I was definitely not a car girl. I watched as he opened the hood and propped it up. Something stuck a flame inside of me watching him tinker around hooking up the jumper cables. Jesus, how was it possible for him to be more attractive. I cleared my throat 

“Thanks for doing this,” I said. Wringing my wrist awkwardly. He looked over and smiled as he carefully attached the last cable to his truck. 

“Of course Darlin, I wasn’t gonna leave you stranded. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to leave you here to call some towing service or something, assholes like that always take advantage of women. I wouldn’t let that happen to you.” I bit my lip

“You really are such a gentleman Sy,”

“It ain’t no big deal baby. If this doesn’t do the job it’s probably the battery, I can take you to get one and change it right here.” He said. Fuck. As much as I didn’t want to spend the money I really wanted to see that. All sweaty, muscles rippling, up to his elbows in grease. I had to snap out of it. 

“I didn’t know you were a mechanic, Jack of all trades huh?” He chuckled and rubbed the back of my neck. 

“Not professionally but I did rebuild the engine in my first truck, and I do most of the maintenance on this one. More of a hobby than anything I guess. Just like to keep busy.”  He was killing me and he had no idea. 

“Ah, so when Darcy needs an oil change I can bring her to you captain?” He chuckled. 

“You named your car Darcy?” He raised an eyebrow, smirking.

“What can I say, I’m a Pride and Prejudice fan! You know I’m a book lover!” I exclaimed. He smiled and grabbed my hips pulling me closer. 

“That I do, I’d be more than happy to help you with anything you need Sugar,” He leaned in and kissed me softly.  

“You know,” I said smiling as we pulled away, “you never answered me earlier, where are you taking me,” I asked. He raised an eyebrow questioningly 

“You never answered me, where do you wanna go?” He asked. I sighed and chuckled. 

“Not this again, surprise me, you set everything up last night didn’t you.” I think he was blushing now. 

“I did, and if I didn’t screw it up so catastrophically,” I cut him off

“You didn’t! I did! What you did. What you had planned was so sweet Logan. I just let my own insecurities get in my way. I’m sure whatever you plan for us will be perfect!’ I smiled. He nodded and kissed me again. 

“Alright, Well let me think on it, let's see if we can get your car to start. Got your keys?” I handed them to him and he sunk down into my little car into the driver seat. I  could get used to mundane little things like this. He put the key in the ignition and thank God! It started right up! “There we go! Just drained your battery. If I let you go can I trust you not to end up stranded on the side of the road somewhere?” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me for a second. I laughed and nodded. 

“Yes, I’m not usually an airhead like that. I was just… distracted. I’ll text you and let you know I made it home.” I smiled and kissed him again. 

“Okay.” He smiled kissing me again. And again. 

“Logan, you have to let me go eventually,” I laughed. 

“I don’t want to,” He chuckled kissing me one more time on the lips and then pressed his lips to my forehead.  “Alright, be safe baby,” He said finally letting me out of his hold. 

“I’ll see you Monday Logan,” I said 

“Bye Sugar,” He said as I got into my car.

I immediately called the girls in a group call as soon as I got home. After I sent Sy a text telling him I’d made it home of course. 

“Oh my god, tell me everything!” Skyler started. 

“You had sex with him didn’t you?” Hayley asked. 

“Wow that escalated quickly, I laughed jumping up and sitting on my counter wincing slightly at the shock between my legs. Okay so I did but let me get to that part! I poured myself a glass of wine while they continued. 

“Are you gonna tell us are not, this is torture,” Skyler said groaning. 

“Calm down I’m gonna tell you!” I said.  “So we got back to the school last night right, and I was totally going to chicken out. I was going to ignore everything I’m going to be completely honest, I acted like an idiot and I was so embarrassed.”  I said. 

“So what changed your mind? Because clearly, it sounds like you didn’t do that.” Hayley said. I took a long sip of wine. 

“Well, my car wouldn’t start.”

“Oh shit!” Skyler said “What did you do? How did you get home? Oh my god did he drive you home?!” She asked excitedly. 

“I’m getting to that!” I said. “He was going to help me but neither of us had our jumper cables. And it was late. I was emotionally drained. I had this big mental breakdown. This man literally holds me in the middle of the parking lot!” 

“Oh my god stop! Wait don’t stop keep going I need to know more!” Skyler said. We all chuckled at that. 

“Dude,” Hayley laughed. 

“What I’m happy for her!”

“Okay fair,” She said. “Continue my dude.”

“Thank you, So anyway, that’s when we figured out we didn’t have the jumper cables and then I don’t know what happened exactly but he asked me if he was doing something wrong. And tells me he’s been flirting with me forever and…” 

“I fucking told you!” Skyler interrupted. 

“Yeah, I know, I know,” I said  “Anyway so he tells me how he’s felt all this time, and I broke down again and told him everything I’d texted you guys earlier. And… He told me he was going to make me see how beautiful he thinks I am and then we… made out... In the parking lot.” There was a squeal from the other end of the phone. I knew it was Skyler. 

“Dude that’s awesome!” Hayley said. “So are you guys like dating now?” 

“Well he’s been calling me baby all day and he said he won’t have sex with me again until he takes me out for real,”

“So you did have sex!” Skyler squealed again. I blushed. 

“We did, in the parking lot he said he wanted to take me home with him. When he started to drive me home I asked if he meant it….and I asked him to take me home with him. 

“Look at you being bold!” Hayley said. 

“How was it? Is he mmm,” Skyler laughed and her voice trailed off insinuating she was asking about his size. 

“I am not telling you about that. But I’m still sore I’ll tell you that much.” I laughed. 

“Oh gross!” Hayley groaned. 

“Oh, he is then!” Skyler laughed. 

“Oh my god, well hey I have to go I need to get caught up on some stuff around the house and for work but I’ll see you guys for dinner on Thursday! And I’ll text you,” I said

“Okay love you!”

“Love you, dude!”

I hung up the phone and smiled to myself. I really couldn’t believe this was my life. I downed the rest of the glass of wine and got up to do some housework. 

I didn’t do much the rest of the weekend just lay around working on progress notes and reading a little bit. Sy texted a few times. He asked my favorite color and favorite food. I think he was trying to narrow things down for the date. 

Monday morning rolled around again fast. I woke up early to get ready for work, I kept it simple with some flowy plants and a sweater. Fall Is definitely making its entrance. As I was heading out the door I saw I had a text from Sy 

“Morning Sugar, I’ve got coffee this morning ;) see you in a bit.”

I smiled to myself and locked the door behind me as I left for school. 

“Good morning! How was your weekend?” I greeted Jessica at the front desk as I walked into the guidance office. 

“You’re awfully chipper this morning,” She smiled “How was your weekend, Sugar?” she smirked. 

“You knew didn’t you?” I asked setting my things on my desk. She just smiled

“How was the game?” she asked. 

“It was great! Would’ve been better If I didn’t get in my own way so much. But you already know that, you’ve been telling me that for years.” I laughed. 

“Carol came down last week when you were on lunch and told me all about Sy’s little plan, she was so excited for you. I just hoped you’d be open to him enough to let it happen.” 

“I wasn’t, but He is the kindest man on the planet so it all worked out.”

“Well good! So how long til we see you parading around with a ring on your finger,” She smirked. 

“Oh hush we haven’t even been on a date yet!” I teased

“But we will,” Sy came around the corner holding a cup holder of coffee, his signature smirk on his face. “Good morning ladies, What are we gossiping about this morning,” chuckled sending Jess a playful wink. She laughed

“Oh nothing, Coach. Just talking about your victory Friday night.” she smiled Sy looked over and smiled at me

“Oh yeah, it was a big win.” He winked. “Jess I went ahead and picked you up coffee too Alayna sent in your order.” He smiled at her handing her the cup. 

“You’re so sweet Sy thank you!” She looked over at me and smiled

“If he’s gonna be wrapped around my finger might as well use it to our advantage!” I smirked. 

“Hey now! I’m more than an errand boy!” He pouted. 

“I know honey, but you’re just so good at it,” I teased. 

“Well if that’s how you’re gonna be then maybe I won’t take you out Saturday,” He smirked. 

“Whoa, now hold on, we can figure something out,” I pouted he shook his head. 

“You see how she treats me,” He said. Jess laughed

“I can’t with you two I’ve got work to do,” she said. He chuckled. 

“Alright sugar, I’ll take you Saturday, If, you come to the game Friday night,” he said smirking. 

“Oh so now there’s stipulations. Okay, I’ll bite. I’ll be there. Where are you taking me on Saturday?” 

“Well, I remembered you talking about how you loved Grease and you liked the second movie even though it was bad. And you loved the bowling scene because it looked so fun back in the day. So, I thought we could get dinner and then go to the late-night bowling in town sound fun?” 

“You remembered me talking about my favorite movie?” I smiled. 

“Of course I do,” He smiled. I blushed

“That sounds really fun! I have to warn you though, I’m a horrible bowler.” I laughed. 

“I can help you,” He winked. 

“Okay then it’s a date,” I said. 

“Good, Well I’d better get to my class, you ladies have a wonderful day!” He said walking out of the office. Jessica looked at me and smiled. I couldn’t hide my giddiness. He made me feel like a teenager all over again. I couldn’t get him out of my head. I could not wait for our date on Saturday!

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Okay that was part 3! I think their relationship is so cute. I can't wait to write their date! As always please tell me what you think! feedback is always welcome! If you would like to be added to the tag list let me know!

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[wicked-bluebird]

take a load off pt. 2

read pt. 1 here (tumblr) or here (ao3).

mdni | 18+ | nsfw

You move around the counter and head towards Sydney. He struggles to obscure his smirk as you inch ever closer. You debate not giving in and sitting beside him, but in the end you decide to sit on his lap.

You turn around to take your place. Sydney's hands are quick as lightning as he lifts your skirt in tandem with you lowering yourself on his lap - careful not to expose you in the library, but still ensuring no extra barrier between your ass and his lap. The fabric of his khakis is a somewhat unfamiliar texture on your skin, the back half of your skirt pools on his lap.

"No underwear?" he practically purrs. Your cheeks burn red.

"You know he'll just take them..." you lament. "the bastard." you tack on at the end.

Your body wobbles a bit as Sydney chuckles to himself. "So naughty... but remind me to thank him next time I see him" he whispers against the shell of your ear.

You want to find it in yourself to be annoyed but your position on his lap, the tactile sensation of his pants, and his breath against your ear are proving more distracting than one would expect. You squirm. 

You sit there in silence for a few moments, you're not entirely sure what to do now. Should you study? Spark up a conversation? Just as you're about to lean over to take some of your work out of your bag someone approaches the counter to return a book. They arch their brow a bit when they see you on Sydney's lap, they quickly seem to decide they don't care. "Here, I'm returning this." They hold out a book and one of Sydney's hands reaches out to grab it as he leans forward slightly, his other hand moves to rest prominently on your waist. Your face burns.

"Thanks, this is on time so you're good to go," he stamps it in and delivers a too bright smile. The student, visibly over whatever display is going on, turns to leave.

"Sy-Sydney," you gulp. "Maybe I should just stand..." His hand on your hip tightens, the other snakes to your thigh, slipping under your already displaced skirt to rest warmly on your upper thigh. 

"Why? Are you uncomfortable?" he asks. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his thumb begins to gently stroke the skin on your thigh. 

Your stomach flips and you inhale deeply. "No.... but maybe some other students might... get the wrong idea." 

"Hmm? And what idea would that be?" his hand slides closer to your core.  

Your quickly grasp his hand through the fabric of your skirt, trying to stop his movement as your gaze darts around the library. "What if someone comes to the desk for books?" you whisper frantically.

"We've done worse in the library, darling. Worse at this desk, even," he reminds you. "My hand's just on your thigh... that's fairly innocent I'd say."

"Were you imagining something indecent?" You can almost hear the teasing in his voice, the octave dropping just slightly. He continues before you can answer "Did you think of me touching you here in my lap with all these people around? Did you envision me trailing my fingers across your lips... teasing your clit before finally dipping them inside you?" Have you stopped breathing? Does it feel hotter in here? You can't find your words, entranced by the lewd image he's painting.

"Maybe you imagined someone walking up while I fucked you with my fingers... hmm, did I grab the book with my free hand and keep working you, or did I extract myself and let them see the mess on my fingers while I stamp their book?" You gasp.

"I suppose we wouldn't want to dirty any of the books... but maybe an exception could be made if it was already a lost cause," he ponders to himself, as if he was evaluating something absurdly mundane and not this.

"Anyways, I'm sure you weren't having those kinds of thoughts were you, love?" 

"Well now I am" you quietly murmur once you find your voice.  

He huffs a stilted laugh against your ear. "Yeah? And now what are you thinking?"

(1) Release your grip on his hand | ++ Love | + + Sydney's Corruption | ++ Lust (2) Keep his hand in place | + Love | - Sydney's Corruption | + Lust (3) Decide to stand | - Love

[willyoubethepookietomypookster]

"Not so common cold"

Hey yall!! Its finally out!! The ending was a little rushed because I wanted to get it over with, but i hope you still enjoy it! This one is a little longer than the others, which I'm really proud of cuz i usually lose motivation very quickly on writing projects. Also sorry for any bad grammar or non capitalized i's. Its my adhd. Happy reading!!

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It was a cold, rainy day in Soho. You lay restless on the bookshop floor, the cold wood being the only thing keeping you from melting. You basically lived here at this point, but when you woke up with your blistering fever, Aziraphale was no where to be found. He left a note saying he was out for business with Crowley, but he wouldn't answer any calls. After about 2 hours, you decide to call them one more time. You reach for your pocket before realizing you left it on the couch. You pull yourself up by holding on a table, and trudge over to the couch. You grab your phone and speak into the phone.

"Call Aziraphale." You strain.

"Calling Azraphale." The cheery british bot says. It said his name wrong and that makes you chuckle, which then makes you start coughing up a storm.

"Damnittttt. Pick upppppp!!" You whine. "C'mon! You can't be this busy." You're on the verge of tears when Aziraphale picks up.

"Sorry y/n, I seemed to have accidentally set my phone to silent before Crowley told me to check it, because there's no way you haven't checked in. I saw that I had nine missed calls, is everything alright?" He sounds really worried.

"I'm sick out of my mind. I'm dyinggg." You whine again. Aziraphale starts audibly freaking out over the phone.

"Oh heavens!!! Crowley we've got to go home right now!" You hear him yelling in the background.

"Sorry dear, we'll be right over, don't even worry about it." He says hastily.

"Wasn't. See u soon Pa." You reply. Your fever has been steadily going down, but you're still a little delirious, as you called Aziraphale dad on accident. Aziraphale and Crowley have asked you about your parents before, but you always refuse to talk about them for some reason. The truth is, you don't even remember your parents, but whenever you try and think about them you get a weird pit in your stomach, filled with fear, sadness, and a little anger, so they decided to stop pushing.

"Y/n wh-" Aziraphale starts, but the line cuts, and you assume that his phone died or something. You go lay back on the floor, awaiting their arrival.

About half an hour later, Crowley and Aziraphale arrive. They both have a bag of something. You try to peel yourself off the floor, but it makes you dizzy and you give up.

"You look like death." Crowley says.

"I feel like death." You reply, barely moving. He almost rolls his eyes, but he hesitates, and for a second you can see his gaze soften, before he decides to roll his eyes anyway.

"Okay kid, this isn't Romeo and Juliet, you'll be fine." He says, walking off somewhere. Aziraphale walks in and kneels beside you.

"Okay y/n, roll over so I can feel your forehead." Aziraphale says. You groan and protest, but do it anyway. His hand is warm, and while that would usually be nice, its terrible right now.

"Your hands are too warmmm." You say, trying to wriggle away.

"Jeez, y/n, you're burning up! Come on, up we go. Lets lay on the couch, okay?" He states, lifting you up by your arms and basically dragging you over to the couch. You lay down flat and get hit by a wave of nausea and groan.

"This really sucks." You sniffle, your voice wavering as you feel like crying.

"I know, I know, its okay." Aziraphale responds, rubbing your back. He waves his hand and suddenly the room is very cold. He shivers slightly, but you sigh in relief, as you felt like you would shrivel up and die any second from heat stroke. Crowley walks in and almost recoils in shock from the temperature.

"It's like a freezer in here! What happened?" He yelps. Aziraphale gives a sympathetic nod in your direction and Crowley calms down almost immediately. Crowley hesitates for a second, but reaches down to feel your forehead. His hand is surprisingly cold and you lean into it.

"Jeez, you really are burning up." He whispers. Aziraphale makes a comment about how Crowley really is nice, which makes him rip his hand off of your forehead and down into his pocket, which makes you whine.

"Noo your hands are cold and nice." You pout. You typically wouldn't be acting like this, but your fever has you delirious. Crowley gives you a funny look, and almost reached back down before seeing Aziraphales smile and deciding against it.

"Too bad. I'm not gonna pamper you just cuz you're sick, you know." He says and you whine again. He leaves the room to do hell knows what and you talk to Aziraphale.

It had been an hour and a half since they returned and you had thrown up once and then fallen asleep. The bags that they walked in with were now stuffed in the back office. One filled with medican from a local pharmacy and the other filled with your favorite take out. Crowley was the one who suggested the takeout, but when they got home they saw that you were in no state to eat and so Crowley put it in the small fridge they bought for you in back.

After a few minutes, you woke up, but kept your eyes closed to conserve energy. While you were lying there, Crowley walked over to you and sat on the couch beside you. He gingerly reached over and brushed some hair out of your eyes. You hold back a smile to see what he would do next.

"You poor creature. I had forgotten how fragile you are." He states. This catches you off guard, as this is totally out of character for Crowley. Crowley notices you twitch, and you pretend to wake up. He quickly pulls his hand away and goes to stand up.

"Where are you going?" You say, faking a yawn and rubbing your eye. His gaze softens slightly as he sits back down next to you.

"Nowhere. Don't worry about it." He says and smiles, obviously being nicer because you're ill.

"Good." You say, and grab his hand. You guys sit in silence for a while before Aziraphale comes and takes your temperature again.

"101.." He sighs. "But at least its going down. You were 109 an hour ago." He smiles.

"109?????" You exclaim. "Aren't I supposed to go to the hospital at that point??" Aziraphale looks a little stunned, but Crowley makes a noise and sprawls out on the couch.

"Too late now. You're fever has gone down to a normal-ish level." He states. You guys all move to a table in the back room, and Crowley grabs the previous take out from the fridge and places the bag on the table.

"Ya still nauseous or do you think you can eat?" You look inside the bag and your face lights up.

"From (fav restaurant)????!!! I'm starved!!" You exclaim, and immediately start pulling the containers out from the bag. Aziraphale is typically the one who eats with you, as Crowley doesn't enjoy it as much as he does, but he decides to eat with you guys today just to make you happy.

"Damn Y/n, if I knew any better, I'd say you hate this restaurant." Crowley says and chuckles as you pull containers out at the speed of light. Aziraphale gives him a look.

"Well obviously not, look at the speed they're-"

"Sarcasm, Angel." Crowley interrupts.

"Ah, well. Of course." Aziraphale says.

"Its okay dad. Pa was just teasing. He meant no harm." You say, while opening a container and digging some food out of it. They decide mutually not to pay attention to the fact that you called them dad, and to just enjoy the moment. They didn't mind the term. Quite the opposite in fact, (though Crowley would never admit that) but they often didn't know how to react. They just smiled and chatted while you ate. Crowley ruffled your hair and Aziraphale made you some hot chocolate. Suddenly your terrible sick day wasn't so terrible after all.

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Hostile Territory - Chapter 22

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Leah Coleman)

Word count: 3.2K

Warnings: Past Sexual Harassment, Past Physical Violence, Masturbation (M)

Catch up: Series Masterlist

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Day 204

Leah filled an entire shopping cart with vegetables, cheese, chips and all the fixings for a massive taco feast. That was, everything except the meat. For that, they stopped at a butcher shop on the way back. Sy hadn’t expected for things to still be so domestic after his conversation with Leah over breakfast but he wouldn’t want it any other way. 

Sy was sure he’d misheard Leah when she told the man she needed six flank steaks but, as it turned out, it was no mistake. The small army Leah had referred to was not much of an exaggeration. Apparently, they were expecting up to thirty people which was about half the population of Warhorse.

It was a good thing they had taken Caleb’s car instead of his rental. They wouldn’t have been able to fit the multiple cases of beer, wine, juice and soda in addition to the groceries. It was also simpler to leave anything not perishable in the car rather than hull it in and out of the house.

By lunch time, they had finished their assigned task, the flank steaks had been put in the fridge to marinate and the two of them were back cuddling on the couch after eating a few sandwiches.

To Leah’s surprise, in addition to loving fantasy books, Sy was a bit of a history buff. He found a show about some famous British king and, though Leah had never heard of it, the leading men were pretty to look at so she was willing to give it a shot.

After the first episode, Leah began to feel restless. The show was interesting and, let’s be honest, the money shot twenty minutes in didn’t hurt at all, but she just felt like they should have been doing something… more.

“I guess this wasn’t exactly what you were expecting when you flew out here to see me.”

Sy looked down at Leah over her shoulder but with her back to his chest and her gaze stubbornly fixed forward, he couldn’t read her expression.

“What do you mean?” he asked, tightening the arm he had wrapped around her waist while sliding his other hand over her stomach.

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, resting her head against his shoulder. “It feels like in the movies the people who get two weeks of romance before they have to go their separate ways spend them having all these big adventures or fucking like rabbits and we’re just sitting at home watching the X-rated version of British history.”

“To be fair, if we’d had X-rated history in school I might have actually learned something.”

Sy’s attempt to lighten the mood didn’t do much good. Leah still chewed the inside of her cheek like it was an olympic sport.

He pulled Leah up onto his lap, stroking his thumb over the outside of her abused cheek.

“Babygirl, when our two weeks are over, we don’t go our separate ways, we go back to Warhorse.” Sy pressed a kiss to her temple, threading his fingers through her hair. “We don’t need adventures while we’re home because we get enough life-threatening missions while we’re away.” The tip of his nose brushed the shell of her ear as he moved to kiss the side of her neck. “And you don’t need to compare us to a Nicholas Sparks movie as fitting as it might seem.”

Busted. She hadn’t expected for him to know what she was referring to but clearly he was well versed in cheesy military romances.

“It’s a book too,” she grumbled.

“Oh?” Sy smirked against her skin, lifting his head to meet her gaze. “Well if it’s a book then we should be following it step by step. Although that Dear John letter might not have the same effect if you hand it to me on base.”

Leah shook her head, slipping from his grasp and moving to stand away with her arms crossed over her chest. “We won’t physically be apart but we won’t be together either. We can’t be so what are we supposed to do then? Am I supposed to sneak into your room after lights out and sneak back before anybody wakes up? Do we go back to how things were before we left?”

Sy pulled her back to him, flipping Leah onto her back and slotting himself between her legs so she wouldn’t be tempted to run again. Okay, maybe she hadn’t run so much as pulled away but he wasn’t letting it happen again. “I wish I had an answer to that, darlin’.” He moved a stray piece of hair out of her face, gazing down at her in such a way that she already knew what he would say next. And for once, it didn’t scare her. “I just know that I love you and that I’m not ready to let ya go.”

“Yeah?” she asked, in barely a whisper.

“Yeah…” He’d never said those words to a woman before and he was suddenly worried he’d spoken too soon.

Thankfully, the cutest little shy smile pulled at Leah’s lips. “I love you too.”

“Yeah?” he repeated, leading Leah to playfully slap his shoulder.

“Shut up and kiss me already.”

Leah felt more than heard Sy’s appreciative rumble. “Yes ma’am,” he growled before sealing his lips over hers.

Her hands snuck up his shirt, exploring the vast expanse of his back. Pinned under his comforting weight, there was no space left between them but she still tried to pull him closer by wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Ignore that,” Sy mumbled when his erection pressed against her covered core. 

“You don’t have to.”

“I’m gonna anyway.”

By some twisted coincidence, breathless moans coming from the television pulled their attention away from each other and over to the screen where the King was being generously served by a woman on her knees.

Sy broke away from Leah’s hold, reaching for the remote and switching the show off. As he dropped back onto the couch, he took a deep breath, grateful for the moment of reprieve before he blew his load in his pants. Before they could get back to what they were doing, footsteps coming from the upper floor alerted them to the time.

“Shit, I need to get the car loaded. Caleb’s gonna be fussing with his hair until the last possible second so he won’t think to do it himself.”

“I should uh… I should go shower.”

Not wanting to draw attention to the little situation he would obviously be dealing with while he was in there, Leah simply nodded and moved towards the kitchen.

“Oh!” Sy looked up towards where Leah stood in the doorway of the kitchen. “Wear something warm and pull out some stuff for overnight. I’ll put it in a bag for later.”

Intrigued, the Captain made his way upstairs to get his clothes. As he walked by the half-open bathroom door, he saw Caleb bent over the counter as he styled his hair, wearing only a towel. With a smile on his face, Sy riffled through his duffle, tossing some clothes on the bed and taking his nicest jeans and henley to change into after his shower.

As he stepped under the spray in the small first floor shower, Sy was still at half-mast. As soon as he replayed the moment where Leah told him she loved him, he was back to granite. He put a hand on the wall and wrapped the other around the base of his cock, giving it a squeeze. There was no time to draw things out, he just needed a clear head for the rest of the night.

Leah might have thought he shut off the show to avoid making her uncomfortable but the truth was that he shut it off to stop picturing Leah on her knees for him. He would wrap that hair he loved so much around his fist and use it to move her head over his shaft.

The water rolled down his back as his muscle clenched with every stroke up and down his length. Sy released a shaky breath when his thumb slid over his tip just right. He slowly repeated the motion a few more times, causing his ass to clench as his hips bucked forward of their own accord.

“Shit,” he hissed, his head falling forward.

Closing his eyes, Sy envisioned Leah’s tongue darting out to taste the beads of precum dripping from his slit. Then her lips would wrap around the head and she would sink down the length of his dick, going further and further each time. Her small hand would work the bottom half of his shaft and when she would be done making him nice and wet, she would take her hand away and sink down until he hit the back of her throat.

Before he even realized he was close, Sy was shooting his load onto the shower wall. A shiver ran down his entire body as a choked moan escaped his lips.

“Holy shit.”

Though his chest was still heaving, Sy couldn’t afford to waste any more time. He quickly rinsed the shower wall and used the available bottle of body wash to clean himself and his beard.

Sy stepped out of the bathroom just as a voice sounded from the second floor.

“Leah, come on we gotta go!” Caleb ran down the stairs with his hair perfectly styled but his shirt not yet fully buttoned. “Where the hell did I put my wallet?”

“Your wallet is with your keys on the table. The car is loaded and the electric cooler is plugged in for the cold stuff. We’ll meet you there.”

That made Caleb freeze halfway through putting his shoes on. “The fuck you are.” He marched back towards the kitchen where Leah sat at the table. “Look, I know you weren’t legal yet but we made a deal when you got that death machine and we agreed you’d never drive it after drinking ever no matter how little and especially not at night.”

Sy didn’t appreciate the raised voice and was tempted to intervene but he knew better than to get in between fighting siblings or to fight Leah’s battle for her. Leah, however, didn’t at all seem phased by her brother’s outburst, crossing her arms and waiting for him to finish his rant.

“Do you have any idea how many motorcycle accidents we get in the ER and what kind of damage the riders get? Broken bones, concussions, road rash… that’s the injuries the lucky ones get. The unlucky ones go straight to the morgue.” 

“Are you done?” she asked, standing and walking around the table.

Caleb looked taken aback by his sister’s calm tone. 

“Sy has a rental car which he can use to drive us but I was thinking we could take the long way there with my bike and stay at the cabin tonight.”

“Oh.” Caleb let out a relieved sigh, wiping a hand down his face. He hadn’t automatically assumed she would be staying the night since the cabin only had one bedroom and they normally just made the half hour drive back so they could each sleep in their own beds. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell like that.” He pulled Leah into a hug, muttering an ‘I love you’ into her hair.

If Sy had to venture a guess, he would say that their open affection came from the unexpected loss of their dad. Caleb was obviously terrified something might happen to Leah as well. And who could blame him considering the things he witnessed every day working in a hospital emergency room?

“Do you ride?” Leah asked once she saw Caleb off.

Sy nodded. “I got my bike license before I got my car license.”

“So… What do you think about riding up together?”

With a sigh, he caught Leah by the hips, pulling her closer. She responded by clasping her hands around Sy’s neck.

“Darlin’, I’m willin’ to put my male pride aside for a lot of things ‘cause I know you’re tough as hell and independent to a fault but I draw the line at ridin’ bitch.”

He was expecting some kind of snappy retort at his choice of words but Leah just smirked.

“Who said you’d be the one ridin’ bitch?”

Now that sounded like an amazing idea. Leah’s bike didn’t have anything for a passenger to hold onto so she would be forced to wrap her arms around him if she wanted to stay in her seat.

“Well if you’re offerin’ so nicely.”

After Leah found her spare helmet and set up a GPS on the front of her bike, they packed their change of clothes in a backpack and set off for the evening. It didn’t take long to realize why Leah had suggested the ride. The fall colors were gorgeous along the open road. As a bonus, Leah’s body was pressed flush against his back, her legs framing his and her gloved hands fisted in his old leather jacket.

Sy was almost disappointed when Leah pointed out the dirt path that led off through the trees. 

“Finally,” Caleb said as they walked in. He was halfway through the back door, holding a stack of what looked like four by fours in his arms. “L I need you to cut up the vegetables while me and Lachlan finish setting up the yard. Camden will be here soon with the stereo equipment.”

Out in the yard, Caleb’s friend was raking the leaves, while Caleb began attaching what Sy now knew to be legs to a table top.

“There isn’t much room in here so we take the legs off the tables when we store them. It also makes them easier to bring in and out of the cabin.”

Leah had obviously realized what he was looking at while she began pulling the vegetables out of the grocery bags.

“Why not just use folding tables?” he asked, taking everything over to the sink to be washed.

“Folding tables are expensive for what they are. Plus they’re often really narrow so my dad custom built three different tables that were the same size and could be attached together with brackets. With a power drill, it doesn’t take much longer to set up.”

Leah was almost done chopping the peppers and onions when the next person arrived, letting himself in.

The man gave a general greeting to the guys who’d come back inside to wash their hands before dropping his bags and moving to stand behind Leah. He put both hands over Leah’s ears and turned to Caleb.

“Why is Leah in the kitchen?” he stage whispered.

Caleb laughed, waving off the man’s concern. “Relax, she’s getting the vegetables ready. No cooking involved, only her scary knife skills.”

“Oh, well that’s fine.” He removed his hands and set them on her shoulders instead. “Hey Killer, welcome home.” He pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek before unpacking his supplies.

“Fuck you, I’m not that bad a cook,” she said, shooting a glare at the older man.

“Says the girl who managed to make a salad inedible.”

“You mix up the sugar and the salt one time…” she grumbled under her breath, looking back towards the cutting board.

Sy couldn’t help but smile at the adorable way she was pouting.

“Why does everyone call you Killer?” he asked, both genuinely curious and wanting to draw the attention away from Leah’s apparently lacking culinary skills.

A blush crept up Leah’s cheeks as she expertly sliced onions into long, even strips.

“It’s not everyone, just the guys who were around while I was in my freshman year of high school.”

“That doesn’t answer his question though,” Lachlan pointed out.

When Leah remained silent, Camden took over.

“One day, while me and our friend Niki were studying at his house, he got a call from Leah’s school asking him to come in because they couldn’t reach Caleb. When we get there, the principal calls Niki in and starts telling him how Leah was getting suspended because she attacked another student. The guy starts going on about how they will have to involve social workers if we can’t keep Leah in line and says that she needs a strong hand to keep her emotional outbursts in check. So Niki pulls me and Leah in and asks what caused the altercation. Turns out, the principal’s son had been calling Leah ‘doll’ despite her telling him numerous times to stop.”

“That’s when Niki asked if I was the only one being punished for what happened which was a stupid question seeing as they knew exactly who his son was and they knew for a fact that he could get away with murder.”

Camden hummed in agreement. “I was pre-law at the time so I gave him some speech about sexual harassment being a gateway to rape and that by not addressing the harassment he was condoning it and fostering a hostile study environment. It spooked him enough that he agreed to drop her suspension. Anyway once we left the school Niki made a comment about how Leah had every right to go Chucky on his punk ass. Killer kind of stuck after that.”

Never in a million years would Sy have guessed that Leah’s nickname would come from ‘killer doll’. In a way, it was kind of brilliant that they would use it as a way to praise her for sticking up for herself.

He remembered how Leah had said she’d isolated herself after their dad had died and realized it was probably a result of that asshole principal threatening to involve social services instead of admitting his own son had done something wrong.

“I’d never seen Niki so angry before,” Caleb chimed in. “When I got home from my midterm he looked about ready to hunt the kid down himself.”

“Still would have been better than Gage being the one to do it.”

“Fuck,” Caleb shook his head, clearly in agreement with Lachlan’s comment, “dad would have brought him back just to kill him all over again.”

When the three men stepped out to unload the stereo equipment, Sy slipped in behind Leah, putting his hands on her hips. “Is it all pet names that make you go serial killer or just ‘doll’?”

Leah looked outside, making sure Caleb was still out of earshot before she set the knife down and turned to face Sy.

“I lost my shit that day because he told me that if I wanted guys to notice me I should be a good little doll and only open my mouth when I wanted someone to stick something in it. I didn’t want any of them to worry more than necessary so I never told them.”

“Jesus,” he pulled Leah closer as if wanting to shield her from the memory, “I think that just ruined the word doll for me.”

He rested his forehead against Leah’s, taking a deep breath. 

“That’s okay, I like ‘darling’ better anyway. Or baby girl, that was nice too.”

Chapter 23

[starfirewildheart]

Chapter 6

Scars and Souvenirs 

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

Pairing: Sy / OFC

Word count: 3,109

Rating: smut, smut and smut. NO ONE UNDER 18, NSFW 

Sy stretched his back after throwing another bunch of wood in the back of their old farm truck. The storm had done a number on their farm but luckily none of it was structural. They lost trees, some fence, debris had been scattered to the heavens, he didn’t think they'd ever get it all cleaned up. 

Deb walked over to the truck and leaned against the side. "Hey there cowboy. Come here often?"

Sy grinned and tipped his hat to her. "Near everyday sugar, why? See something ya like "

She pushed away from the truck and circled around him looking him up and down. "Maybe," She shrugged. "Depends," She grabbed his ass and gave it a squeeze. "Humm," nodding as she continued to explore with her hands. She ran her hands over his abs up to his chest tweaking his nipples until they pebbled then nodded once more in approval. She started to circle him again and let her hand trail down his body until she was cupping him through his jeans. He was already getting hard but he finished filling in her hand. "Impressive sir," She whispered over his shoulder from behind him. "One of the best stallions I've ever seen." She saw his eyes following her every movement, his breathing picking up as well as his pulse. Stepping back in front of him she reached for his belt and unbuckled it undoing the button and zipper. "I think I'd like to take it for a ride." She reached in and gripped his cock stroking it."

"Fuck darlin," he rasped. "You can ride me anytime."

"There is one more thing I need to test before I saddle up," purred as she knelt down in front of him and tugged his jeans halfway down his hips. Pulling him out and stroking him from root to tip. Glancing up at his face nearly undid her. His eyes were heavy with lust, his face slightly tinged pink from the heat, bare chest was and tight abs showing through his unbuttoned shirt. She ran her thumb over the sensitive head smearing a pearl of precum around the tip and over the sensitive glands just below causing him to shiver with anticipation before finally giving it several small kitten licks until he reached down and grabbed a fist full of her hair. Taking the hint she sucked him down as deep as she could, fisting what wouldn't fit each was quite a bit.

Sy's eyes rolled back in his head as his jaw clenched and flexed as she engulfed him. "Fuck, baby. I don't know what brought this on b…but damn I love it."

Deb had a tough past and was very timid with intimacy when she met Sy. It took a long time but he'd managed to gain her trust and give her the self confidence to experiment with different things. He was so glad he had. Tugging on her hair, "enough, love. I'm gonna cum if you don't stop."

She continued until he gave another, harsher tug finally letting him slip from her mouth with one last lick. Looking up at him through her lashes, "But I want you to cum."

He pulled her to her feet and against his body. "I intend to cum sugar, just not in your mouth," he promised. "I have a different place I intend to fill." Sy kissed her as he let his hands explore her body eventually undoing her jeans and slipping his hands inside to squeeze and cup her ass as he ground against her. "Do you remember our talk about safe words?"

She was so lost in sensation she didn't answer at first earning a harsh pinch to her behind causing her to squeak and jerk forward. "Y..yes. Why?"

"We are going to continue to have a very playful day sugar," he grinned gleefully. Stepping away from her a bit he placed the t-shirt he'd removed earlier in the morning on the tailgate then turned back to push her jeans and panties down to her knees delighting in her gasp.

"Sy! What are you doing?" There was a very long driveway to their home but anyone could still drive up so she moved her hands to cover herself as he picked her up and sat her on the tailgate. Her pulled her boots off the finished taking off her jeans and panties tossing them in the bed of the truck before putting her boots back on her feet. She laughed, "Why?"

"Cowgirl's keep their boots on baby," he winked at her with a wicked grin.

"Maybe I should invest in some spurs," She teased as she wrapped her legs around him causing his cock to give a very appreciative twitch.

He removed her shirt and bra quickly before devouring her mouth as he ran his fingers through her dripping folds. He was happy she was just as turned on by this as he was. Placing her feet up on the tailgate spreading her open for him he dropped to his knees and dove in like he was dying of thrust and she was the last source of water in the world. He lapped at her until she was bucking against his face then latched his mouth over her clit suckling as he ran his tongue back and forth over her pearl. Placing his hands on her hips to hold her down as she bucked and convulsed through not one but two orgasams leaving her panting breathlessly as she fell back against one of the limbs in the back of the truck, eyes lidded heavily. He placed one more kiss on her mound before raising up, "I have to go inside and get some things. I'll be right back. Do not move. I want those legs apart and I want to see that pussy glistening in the sun when I get back. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl" he praised before sprinting in the house. When he comes back out he's wearing much more comfortable track pants and a pair of leather chaps carrying his saddle bags over his shoulder. He saw the twitch in Debbie's  muscles as she fought the urge to close her legs. "You did so good for me sugar. I'm proud of you." He rubbed her arms and sides before moving her legs, pulling her to sit up and kissing her. He took his blue plaid, button down farm shirt and put it on her pushing her hands away when she tried to button it. "No ma'am, it stays unbuttoned and open the rest of the day." 

She took the hand he extended and held it starting toward the house only to be jerked backwards when Sy started the other way. "We're going in, right?" She questioned. 

"There is farm work to be done darlin." He bit his lip to hide his grin when her eyes got huge at the idea.

"But...I," She looked down at her very naked and exposed body. All Sy's shirt was covering really was her back and ass.

"Sugar, you're going to stay this way or completely naked for the rest of the day, whichever I want." He felt her shiver against him but was proud when she didn’t fight it and started walking with him. She was hugging his arm close to her body making his hand brush against the soft flesh on her lower stomach causing his cock throb. He was glad he'd put the cock ring on when he went inside or he'd blow his load now. 

They went to the training pen where the fence had been damaged in the storm. He pulled on some work gloves then grabbed a hammer and some nails from his saddlebags and went to work making the repairs. Once he was done he called Deb closer. "Need to make sure this is sturdy enough."

 "Ok?" She was confused until he moved her next to the fence and bent her forward with her hands braced on the section he'd just fixed. Her face burned red as he shoved the shirt up to her shoulders and pressed his cock, which he'd covered in lube when she wasn't looking into, into her. Even though they'd been together for a long while his girth was still almost too much for her and the first few thrusts were painful. As always he took it slow until she adjusted but then he railed her.

Debbie held onto the fence for dear life as his hips slammed against her ass hard enough to drive her to her toes with each thrust making a slapping sound loud enough to echo. "Fuck Sy!"

"I am sugar," he panted as he released one of her hips to reach around and rub her clit. Within seconds she was shuttering and clamping down on him milking him through a dry orgasm. He carefully slid out of her and pushed her back down when she started to stand. "Stay just like that."

"Sy," She whined, "what if someone pulls up?" She jumped when he spoke, closer than she realized.

"Then they will get a good look at what's mine." He smiled when she whimpered and trembled. God he loved tapping into this particular kink. After cleaning up the broken lumber and putting his tools away he went back to Deb. "You can stand up now, sugar. Looks like the fence will hold nicely."

She turned to him and instantly buried her face in his neck taking deep breaths of his scent as she wrapped her arms around him.

"Hey, hey sugar, are you ok?" He felt her nod against his shoulder. Hooking his saddlebags over her shoulder Sy stepped back just enough to lift her in his arms and carry her to the air conditioned office in the nearby barn. He sat down in the big leather desk chair with her in his lap tenderly rubbing her back and legs. "I need you to use your words for me darlin. Tell me what's going on." He waited a moment but when he got no response he pushed her into a sitting position so that she was looking at him and she whined, a real whine. "Debbie, did I hurt you?" He worried.

"N..no," her voice was so soft it startled even her. She had no idea what was happening but she felt, funny? Needy? Desperate? Like she needed Sy to be so close you couldn't even fit air between the two of you? She tried to explain it all to him but was struggling and when he smiled like he was trying not to laugh she felt embarrassed and ashamed so she closed the shirt tight around herself and tried to leave but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down with a growl. 

"Stop. You do not get to run away, Debbie. I smiled because I know exactly what you're trying to explain and I'm so excited that I was able to take you there because I never tried with anyone before, ever. You are the only one I ever wanted to try with but I was afraid to push you too much."

"Tried what?"

"You're experiencing sub space darlin."

Her eyes darted to him searching his eyes to see if he was telling the truth.  "So it's normal?" He nodded and she relaxed a bit. "What am I supposed to do?"

"You do nothing but trust me and let me take care of you sugar. I promise I'll make you feel good."

She curled against him again. "But you're not enjoying this."

"Why in the world would you think that?" His eyebrows shot up to his hairline. 

"You haven't cum."

"That’s intentional sugar. I have big plans, trust me."

"I do," she pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Do you want to continue? " He wanted to be sure she was enjoying it. 

"Yes please!"

Sy chuckled as he stood and sat her on her feet then went and saddled his personal horse finishing off by securing his saddlebags. He removed a soft towel from one of them and laid it over the saddle. "Up ya go, sugar," motioning for her to mount the horse. He thought for a moment that she would back out but instead she lifted herself into the saddle and he climbed up behind her. Wrapping one arm around her waist then lifting her up he slipped his finger between her folds, "Mmmm still wet for me. Good girl." He pulled himself free of his pants and sat her down on his rod making them both moan. "Let's ride sugar." He pulled her shirt back open and urged the horse forward.

Blue, Sy's mare started off at a simple walk, the sway of the horse rocking them back and forth. Deb lolled her head back against his shoulder pressing kisses and nips at the juncture of his jaw and neck while she circled her hips. 

He urged blue to a canter as he ran his hand over her breast teasing one nipple then the other while she worked her muscles clamping down on him as she bounced. "Fuck, you feel so good!" His breathing picked up and he pushed Blue to a full gallop causing them both to bounce and sway to the rhythm of the pounding hooves. It didn't take much for Sy to crash through another dry orgasm; the pain in his heavy, swollen balls nearly out weighed the pleasure. He grabbed her, lifting her free of him.

"Need, please," She didn't  know what she was pleading for but she needed more. She was so close her body was bowstring tight "Sy!"

He handed her the reins then reached between her legs pulling them up, hooking her knees over his thick thighs. Trailing his fingers back up until he reached her mound where he shoved three fingers into her fucking her hard and fast while rubbing circles and flicking her clit with his other hand until she came with a roar bucking against him and back down on his hands as she rode it out collapsing in a puddle against Sy lost in a haze of numbness and happy bliss.

Sy rode back past the barn up to the house and wasted no time jumping down and putting Deb over his shoulder making her squeal. Using his free hand he tied Blue's lead around the corner pillar and climbed up on the porch setting Deb on her feet. He kissed her desperately. "I need you one more time, sugar. Can you do that for me?"

Her entire body was sore and exhausted and she knew she was going to ache for days but she needed to feel him cum inside her. "Cum in me?" Pleading as she reached out to stroke him. His cock was purple now; the veins were sticking up as it throbbed in her hand. When she reached down and rolled his heavy balls in her hand his hips bucked and he hissed.

He spun her around and bent her over the porch rail gently kicking her legs apart. Slipping the cock ring off and tossed it on the porch then grabbed her hips slamming in and started chasing his release. "I'm gonna fill you so full of my cum it's gonna run down your fuckin thighs and I'm gonna leave you bent over right here so I can watch it. Watch that pretty pussy twitch and tremble as it starts to tighten up again and gape it right back open over and over again until you are so fucked out you can't even move any more."

Sy was hitting the spot and her body was already starting to quake but something else was happening.  Something building that she'd never felt and it erupted as she let out a strangled cry. Liquid squirted out of her covering her thighs, the front of Sy's thighs and left a puddle on the porch giving her the most mind blowing orgasm she'd ever experienced. 

Sy heard her cry and felt her body ripple around him and it was beautiful but when he realized she squirted his cock swelled impossibly bigger, his balls drew up tight to his body while he rutted into her cumming so hard it actually ached then he collapsed over her back. Once his vision cleared he pressed kisses between her shoulders. "I love you so fuckin much."

"Love you too," She panted, breathlessly. 

Sy collapsed into the rocker that was behind them and admired the view of his lovely girl and their mixed release indeed running down her trembling thighs. Reaching out and rubbing his hands up and down over her ass and legs he could feel her body twitching still. Leaning in he pressed kisses and nips to her cheeks, rubbing his scruff along her skin especially along the bottom curve of her ass leaving beard burn until she was mewling at the sensation trying to squirm away. Rubbing over the skin to sooth it he used his thumbs to gently spread her open so he could check her. His cock twitched and if he could have he would have been rock hard at what he saw. Her folds were swollen and red, twitching as the muscles were starting to tighten back to their normal size. His seed was still filling her even as some was running down her legs and he was so glad he'd chosen to hold it all back until the last because it made for a massive amount of cum that he preened proudly at. He couldn't resist taking three of his fingers and pushing it back in deep. 

Debbie squealed at the sudden stretch to her sore, swollen hole and stood straight up. "Sy! Noooo it's sore," She whined and tried to move but the fingers inside her held her still.

He stood up and gave her a deep, sensual kiss as he rubbed her inner walls. "I know baby girl but I need to to give me one more ok? Can you do that for me?" She gave him a questioning look but didn't want to disappoint him and gave a soft nod l. He lowered her down on the porch until she was laying on her back with her ass resting on his thighs and her knees bent to her chest never removing his fingers so his seed couldn't escape. "Beautiful," he was so enamored and in love with her he felt like his heart was going to explode. "You are my world Deb. Never knew I could love anyone this much til I met you." He leaned down and captured her lips in a searing kiss before she could speak, not stopping until she screamed his name when she came clinching desperately around his fingers as tears of happiness and exhaustion slid from her eyes as she lay boneless and unable to move.

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霊圧 + 淫慾. // spiritual pressure + lust. [twoop x sy]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍. by sashi-ya 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐍 & 𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑. 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ

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The sin of the God, the sin of the Snake, bite the apple, go ahead.

“(Name)-san, are you ok?” Gin asks, whispering In your ear. You bite your lip; he is so creepy but sexy at the same time. What a walking contradiction… what’s inside his mind? Is that smile real?

“Why wouldn’t she be all right, Gin?” the god, the king of these dark lands, inquires his silver haired friend while he strokes your hair. “She is sitting on my lap; nothing could happen to her. You feel safe with us, don’t you (Name)-san?”

You want to answer, but your throat closes. It feels dry, the air becomes heavy, your lungs can’t expand. You pant, you need oxygen, you feel like you are being crushed.

Suddenly, and when Aizen has had enough fun with your suffering, the pressure over you fades away. Feeling lightheaded, still gasping for air, you sketch an answer… “Yes, Aizen-sama… I- I feel safe”

“That’s a good girl… so, you told me earlier you wanted something from me, right?” he asks, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand. Truth is that he obviously knows what you were going to tell him, and you feel like an idiot… confessing feelings for Aizen-sama, must be the stupidest thing you’ve ever planned on doing.

Gin comes even closer to you, and bends so his everlasting smile almost reaches your lips. “Tell Aizen… come on! Don’t be shy…” he whispers, with his usual passive aggressive tone.

You nervously giggle, as your cheeks become hotter than hell. It’s in your instinct to clench to the white clothes of Aizen, the need of burying your face on his chest grows stronger.

“What is it, (Name)? Does Gin scare you? Come here” he whispers sweetly, pressing you with delicacy against him. “Gin! Don’t scare this good girl! (Name), you like being held like this by me?” he asks, smirking at his friend with devilishly intentions and nothing but lust in his deep brown eyes.

The scent of his perfume sends you to heaven, you only want to remain there forever in his embrace, making yourself little, so little. You nod. A little “daddy” slips out of your lips making the man under you get comfortable on his throne.

“That’s ok, I like it too. You can stay here with me as long as you want. But, could you let Gin have some fun with us, too?”

“Uhum…” you accede, muffled by Aizen’s chest against your lips. He keeps stroking your back with circular motions; everything feels so caring, so like a dad to his daughter.

Gin brushes your hair too and then kisses the crown of your head. “Thank you for letting me play with you” he whispers, so sexily in your ear… You purr; his bony hands had always been a weakness of yours.

And while you keep nuzzling on the man than considers himself a God , the silver haired one begins to slide your white top part down your shoulders. He does it slowly, placing kisses on your shoulders and breathing on your neck from time to time.

You also whimper, as Aizen bounces his legs making you hump over his lap. The occasional pressure in between your legs runs like stings all through your body, finishing in your sex.

“What a whimpery little creature, right Gin? Don’t you think is time to see her cute face?” Aizen scoffs, and his laughter gives you life.

“She surely is one!” Gin laughs, using those same bony fingers to pinch your cheeks and move your head out of Aizen’s chest. He pushes his index inside your mouth, and as he does his other hand slides inside his white hakama.

You can taste his fingertip pressed against your tongue. Gin plays with the streams of saliva forming, as if he was anticipating of how wet his dick will get… “Open big for me!” he chimes, never ever losing his smile, and much less opening his eyes.

You look at Aizen first, and then up at Gin with innocent puppy eyes. “Yes, go on doll. Daddy wants you to do it” the brunette says, helping you turn around over his lap so you could face the silver haired man. “Show Gin how good you are with that sweet mouth of yours”

Gin’s hands delicately pushes your head forward, his hard sex is already out for you to lick it like a lollipop. “Don’t close your eyes, baby girl! I wanna see your expression! You like it?” he says, thrusting hard against the back of your throat.

Your tear flooded eyes have the joy of watching Gin’s ice blue eyes fixed on them for the first time, your wet cave is making him shiver out of pleasure. You can taste the salty products of his arousal on the back of your tongue, but it’s even better the way he uses his hand to move his bangs out of his face.

And, while Aizen has some delicious tea as his “baby girl” choke with his friend’s dick, he decides it’s time for him to touch his property too. The God’s hand slips from your back towards the front. Grazing your collar bones, he makes you shiver. Getting to your nipples, he makes you whine -with muffled moans as Gin keeps using your mouth for his own enjoyment-.

He pinches one, and then the other. His hand squeezes your breasts, with the right amount of pressure to make the gag sounds mix with a “fuck!”

Aizen immediately stops. Gin too.

“What was that? Did you just use bad language, baby girl?” Aizen asks, lifting you up just so he can free his so hard and throbbing dick. Gin laughs, and looks at you with his head tilted to the side. He pouts a little, so perversely, so dark.  

You use the pause of the ex-third squad captain to gasp for some air, but it’s not enough. Specially now, that you are being pulled back by Aizen’s hand around your throat. “Listen to me, good girls like you never swear! Spread your legs! After all you are still a dirty one!” he scolds you, while Gin lifts up the white skirt that covers your legs.

Aizen’s nails carve marks on your inner thighs now as he keep them wide separated. Gin has abandoned his hakama, and you are about to be impaled by both of them at the same time. No anticipation, no nothing.

“Look at that! You are dripping wet! Such a dirty girl!” the god like man huffs, with his own sex hard enough to search for your entrance alone. And while Gin pumps up and down his shaft, lubricated by the rests of your saliva, you get completely penetrated by Kyoka Suigetsu’s owner.

You squirm, but you can’t move in any way but exactly how Aizen desires. “Come on, swear now! Or you need another dick to make you whine, little dirty whore? You want daddy and Gin’s dick?” he asks you, while going in and out of yours with no mercy.

You nod, desperately. “Gin too. Gin too, daddy!” you plead, all you can say are those three dumb words.

“It will be a pleasure! You surely need that pussy well stuffed cutie pie!” Gin chimes, placing a soft kiss on your lips, crunching enough to guide his sex into your already occupied cave.  “Shall I, Aizen?” he asks, even Gin has to obey the King of Hueco Mundo…

“Go on, my dear friend. Fuck my little doll, she is begging for it…”

You can feel sandwiched in between those two handsome men, sliding at unison, in perfect synchronicity in and out of you. You feel like your womb could explode, and it will probably if they decide you have to be filled by their warm seed…

And they do.

“Now that you came, take daddy’s cum inside, (Name). Be a good girl” Aizen whispers in your ear, grunting after as his orgasm approaches. “Y-yes, daddy. Please” you beg, eager to fill his release.

“Can I fill her up, too?” Gin asks, giving you his thumb to suck while he keeps ramming on you.

“Uhum, of course you can. Right, sweetie? Come on, take both of our cums and don’t let it spill on the floor!”

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part two to this (the lion, the witch, etc)

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, blah blah blah

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Sy shuffled into the kitchen the next morning, yawning and scratching at a spot on his chest. Coffee was already waiting in the maker and he poured himself a mug, taking it black with no sugar. She was sitting at the kitchen table, her own mug of coffee in front of her as she scrolled through her phone.

"Mornin'." He said and she hummed at him. She wasn't a morning person.

"Trent sent me a CashApp request for $75. Probably my half of the bill last night." She said.

"And?"

"I sent back "fuck you", removed him as a contact, and blocked his number." She said and Sy gave out a bark of laughter.

"Good." He said and went over, sitting across from her at the small table. "So."

"Yes?"

"You told me to bring it up in the mornin', and it's mornin'." She looked at him over the top of her phone for a moment before setting it down, leaning forward with her chin in her hand.

"I did, didn't I."

"I think we'd be good together." Sy said, "We already know how it would be to live with each other, obviously, and it ain't like the attraction isn't there." He paused, "Right?" She gave him a slow once over, taking in his bare, muscular chest. "Right." He cleared his throat, "So, how about you and I stop dancin' around it?"

"I don't want to use you as a rebound."

"I know that, and I appreciate it, but we ain't strangers. Plus, with the way he ended it, would you ever go back to him?"

"Fuck no." She said with a snort.

"Exactly." He said and took her hand in his own, moving it between his rough palms. "So what do you say, doll? Willin' to give us a shot?" She pulled her hand from his and stood, going around the table to stand in front of him. Sy just stared up at her, reaching out and running his hands down her legs in a featherlight touch. He stood after a moment, but she didn't move back, looking up at him and he met her eyes with his own. "Fuckin' hell." He whispered before he cupped the back of her neck, stooping slightly at the shoulders and pressing his lips to hers. She tasted like coffee and the creamer she liked, and she instantly responded to him, pressing back against him as her hands laid against his stomach. He could feel the warmth of her skin through her sleep shirt and he picked her up, seating her on the table and stepping between her legs as she parted them for him.

She broke the kiss with a gasp, her eyes closed and he watched her pull in air, her cheeks flushed. His hands went to her thighs, kneading them and pushing under the hem of her shorts to trace the line of her underwear. The small noise she made at his touch made him kiss her again, parting her lips with his own and sliding his tongue into her mouth to swirl against hers. His hands pushed back to her rear, his fingers kneading her the best he was able from her seated position. Holding onto him, her hips lifted somewhat as he pulled her shorts from her body.

"Touch me, Sy." She whispered and he gave her a shit eating grin.

"Ain't that what I've been doin'?" He asked and chuckled at the look she gave him before he kissed her again, sliding a hand between them and cupping between legs, feeling her warmth through the fabric. He traced her with his fingertips, finding her through her small clothes and pressing against her. "Think I can make you come just from this?" He rubbed his middle finger over her in tight circles, the fabric growing damper by the moment from his ministrations. Her breathing started to grow heavy as he continued to massage her, her eyes closing and her lips parting. "You almost there, doll?"

"Uh huh." She said with a nod. "Just a little further. Just a--" She came with a gasp, her hips moving against his hand and he watched her as he stroked her through it, her small clothes now thoroughly soaked. Her breathing hiccuped slightly as she came down, and he brought his finger to his lips, licking the barest trace of her that had seeped through off his fingertip.

"Fuck you taste good." He said, "Hold onto me, doll." Her legs wrapped around his waist as she held onto his shoulders, Sy picking her up off the table and carrying her to his bedroom down the hall. He was almost painfully hard with the need to be inside her, but this has been a long time coming and he wanted to take his time with her. Laying her down on his bed, he pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss before pushing up her sleep shirt and burying his face between her breasts, pressing his lips to the soft mounds and rubbing his beard against her skin. Taking them in his palms, he squeezed gently, pulling the tip of one between his lips, moving it around with his tongue before paying the same attention to the other. "He didn't fucking appreciate what he had." Her hands felt incredible on his back and shoulders, her feet moving up and down the backs of his legs as he lavished attention to her breasts.

Pulling his tongue over the skin of her stomach, he blew on her gently, hearing her gasp. He pressed his lips to her through the wet fabric of her small clothes, breathing in deep the smell of her arousal and first release. He stared up at her from between her legs as he pulled her underwear down and off before widening her legs again to fit his shoulders. Sliding his hands under her thighs, he held onto them, keeping her solidly in his embrace as he stared down at her, his tongue darting out to wet his lips before he buried his mouth in her, his tongue moving over her as he pulled her between his lips. Her nails moving through his shorn hair made him shudder and he looked up at her again as he sealed his lips around her clit and sucked at her gently. She was watching him with dark eyes and parted lips, a flush spread across her chest and face.

"So fucking good." He whispered, keeping eye contact with her as he licked up her slowly, swirling his tongue around her clit before pulling it between his lips again.

"Sy, please." She said, a needy whine to her voice.

"Please what, baby?" He asked.

"I need you, please."

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Uh huh."

"Stuff you full with my cock?"

"Please." She said and he pushed up onto his knees, shoving his sleep pants down and freeing himself. "Holy fuck."

"All for you, baby." He said, taking himself in his palm and stroking for her consideration. Positioning himself with her calves on his shoulders, he aligned them, teasing her with the wide head before pressing against her entrance. Her breath hitched and her back arched as he pushed into her slowly, making her feel every inch of him. "Oh fuck you're so wet. Wet and tight." Sitting back, he wrapped his hands around her waist as he started as slow rocking of his hips, pulling her to meet him as he worked inside her. Sy hooked his hands behind her knees, pressing her legs up almost to her chest, tightening her around him and allowing her to take more of him. A bit more positioning and he bottomed out inside her, his pubic bone pressed against hers and he stayed like that for a long moment, his hand to her stomach and his thumb moving over her skin. Leaning over her, he kissed her, taking her mouth with his own, feeling her hands come up to hold the sides of his face.

Resting his forehead against hers, he started moving again, less a heavy pumping, more a constant pressure against her core, losing himself in the feeling of her wrapped around him. Bringing his knees up, he pressed her hips into the bed as he rocked into her.

"Fuck, look at you." He whispered, "So fucking beautiful."

"Make me come, Sy, please."

"Yes, ma'am." His strokes lengthened and she held onto him, small noises leaving her lips each time they were joined. His own release started to burn up his spine, but he stamped it down with a clenched jaw, wanting to feel her come around him. His hands fisted in the sheets as pleasure shivered down his back, the feel of her sliding over him making his eyes roll back. "Fuck, sweetheart."

"Sy, yes, fuck. I'm gonna--" Her legs cinched tight around his waist and she pulled him into a deep kiss as she came, pulsing around him in shuddering waves. He didn't stop, didn't slow, riding her through it before he pushed into her completely, releasing into her with a rough shout into her neck. Her lips pressed to his temple as he fought to catch his breath.

"Fuck, you're amazin'." He said and her hands slid over his back as she held him, muttering words of praise into his ear and making him sigh in contentment. It took more than once for him to be done so he was still hard inside her and soon he was moving again, making her breath hitch in her throat. "So fuckin' amazin'."

They spent the rest of the day in bed, either his, or moving to hers after they got something to eat, either sleeping wrapped around each other or making love. They had a lot of wasted time to make up for while they had been in their own respective relationships that hadn't gone anywhere, not knowing or realizing that the one they were supposed to be with was right in front of them the entire time.

About a year later, Sy asked her to marry him. In private, not at some fancy restaurant or romantic locale. He stood from the couch in the middle of watching a movie and got down on one knee in front of her, pulling the ring box from his hoodie pocket. He wasn't even able to get the full question out before she tackled him to the floor, pressing kisses to his lips while telling him yes over and over again. They hadn't even tried to make it to the bedroom to celebrate.

[bihansthot]

Hello again, sorry for bothering you again. I know it is early in the morning, and your not open for requests. This is an idea if your interested. This can be a pairing of Bi-Han x Syzoth, or Fem reader x Syzoth x Bi- han.

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Scenario:

Syzoth is sick due to the cold, or constantly being out in the bad snowy weather. Since he's been hanging out with the cryo mancer alot. Mabey he tried to hide that the cold bothers him since he's a zetarian? They most likely know and he was unaware they knew. The problem at hand is that he's very sick and keeps going to see Bi-Han, despite told not to. Bi-Han concerned about his well being and annoyed he doesn't rest.

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just something wholesome. Again, you don't need to write this, just an idea ^^. I love your stories btw UwU.

Here’s a little something :3

“Sy, you need to rest, you’re too cold,” Bi-Han gives his boyfriend a stern gaze as he catches the Zaterran outside again.

“I’m not made of glass Bi-Han, I-I’m f-fine, I-I wanted to check on y-you and the s-s-s-students,” he chatters, obviously bothered by the cold temperatures of the Lin Kuei Temple.

“Is that why you’re stuttering and stumbling with your words? I can hear your teeth chattering from here Sy, you’re being ridiculous, go back to my room and warm up,” Bi-Han all but demands.

“I-I’m not g-going to get used to the cold if I’m never in it,” Syzoth argues, pulling his robes around him tighter.

“You’re never going to get used to it! You’re cold-blooded Sy! It’s your biology, you can’t help it any more than I can help being a cryomancer, this is so fucking stupid. Obey your Grandmaster,” Bi-Han all but shouts at his poor, chilled boyfriend.

“You’re my boyfriend, not my G-grandmaster B-Bi-Han,” Syzoth hisses in annoyance at his lover’s arrogance and temper.

Bi-Han sighs his shoulders lowering slightly, “I-you’re right, I’m sorry Sy, I’m just worried about you, you aren’t made for his weather and it worries me, please go back to my room and warm yourself? For me?”

“Fine,” Syzoth sulks and turns to leave, dragging his feet through the snow, he had just come outside to spend time with Bi-Han, not to be scolded by him.

“Sy are you ok?” You ask when the Zaterran enters the room unexpectedly, you get up from your cozy seat by the fire to check on him when you see how flushed his nose and cheeks are.

“I’m fine sunshine, I just, Bi-Han doesn’t get it, I’m a warrior too, I should be out there helping train the new initiates not stuck inside reading your human books or browsing TikTok,” he sulks as he makes himself comfortable by the fire, secretly desperate to warm himself.

“Sy, he’s just worried about you, he just does a shitty job of showing it, do you know why he’s so worried?” You ask joining him in his nest on the floor, wrapping your warm body around his to help warm him faster.

“Why?” He sulks, reluctantly nuzzling back into your warmth, and can’t help but make a happy little chirp.

“He cares about you, like really and truly, if he didn’t he wouldn’t care if you were out in the cold, he’s trying to take care of you in his own way. He knows you and I aren’t built for the harshness of Arctika’s winters, it’s too much for us to handle, he just wants you to be warm and safe, it’s not that he doesn’t know you’re a capable warrior. He knows that, believe me, he just wants to keep you safe because he loves you, even if he’s not ready to say it yet,” you reassure the Zaterran, stroking his short brown hair as he curls into your warmth.

“He does? Well I mean, of course I know he cares about me, he wouldn’t let me stay with the two of you if he didn’t, at least I don’t think he would,” Syzoth perks up a bit at your words.

“He definitely wouldn’t let you stay here or let you near me, or let you near him for that matter if that wasn’t true, he just wants you warm and safe,” you let him know.

“Qīn? Sy? Are you here?” Bi-Han calls as the door opens and a rush of cold air pours in causing you and Syzoth to shiver slightly.

You can’t tell if Bi-Han let the outside wind in or if it was the temperature drop he encompassed, “we’re here, under the blankets,” you answer Bi-Han as you poke your head out of the blanket pile.

“Are you two keeping warm?” He asks kneeling down next to you to press his icy lips to your forehead.

“I’m pretty toasty, yeah, how are you Sy?” You ask the Zaterran, giving him a light shove silently encouraging him to apologize to your Polar Bear.

“I’m,” he pauses to sigh, “I’m much better now, I’m sorry Bi-Han, I should have listened to you, it’s too cold out for me.”

“Damn right it is, the two of you need to stay inside where it’s warm, you damn near gave me a heart attack Sy, you were turning blue, I was going to carry you inside if you kept ignoring me,” Bi-Han scolds softly. “I-I have to apologize too, I shouldn’t have yelled at you, I just get so worried about you, about both of you, that sometimes I lose my head,” he admits sheepishly.

Sy presses a kiss to Bi-Han’s chilled cheek, “we both messed up, but I forgive you.”

“Did you boys kiss and make up now?” You smile knowingly pleased at the surprising maturity from Bi-Han, it wasn’t often he’d actually admit to making a mistake.

Bi-Han pulls Syzoth into his lap, wrapping his cold arms around the Zaterran, pressing open-mouth kisses to his neck, “I think so, but maybe we should kiss more, just to be safe.”

An excited shiver runs through Syzoth and he chirps happily, “I think we probably should,” he answers pulling you over to the two of you.

You just giggle as you’re pulled into a sloppy three-way kiss, life is perfect sometimes, and you couldn’t be happier today was one of those days.

[angryschnauzer]

As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 5

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.

Chapter 5 Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut, Fingering, Grinding, Hot Tub Frolics, Handjob, Titty Sucking, Nudity.

Wordcount: 4421

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As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 5

The long grass of the meadow brushed against your legs as you walked the trail to Sy’s cabin. As your own house fell away in the distance the bright red roof of your destination crept closer, and you could see a small trail of smoke coming from a chimney at the back of the place, the wisps evidence of the slow burn of the wood that scented the air along with the natural flowers that grew all around you. Occasionally a pollen drunk  bee would lazily fly past, as if making its way back home to the hive after an afternoon of indulgence.

As the field grew downhill the grass grew shorter, and you found a slightly chewed frisbee. Scooping it up you looked to the cabin and saw the furry owner of the frisbee standing on the gravel watching you. For a moment Akia just watched you, guarding her territory until you came closer and she picked up your scent, trotting towards you until you were greeted by her and she excitedly bounced around you whilst nudging the frisbee;

“You want me to throw it?”

A quiet bark answered you, to which you pulled your arm back and tossed it towards the cabin, Akia set off the second it left your grasp, leaping and catching it mid air. Stopping in the grass you watched her bring it back to you, eager for another go.

-

Sy had been putting the finishing touches to the casserole and sliding it into the oven when he’d seen Akia trot off of the porch and head to the meadow, looking into the distance he smiled when he saw you appear on the horizon. As you got closer he took in what you were wearing, instinctively licking his lips at the thought of the things he would like to do to you in the sundress you were wearing. What was it about sundresses that looked so innocent and cute, but that made guys want to get down and dirty to please a woman? He sighed before washing his hands and checking his reflection, smoothing down his beard before opening the cabin door and stepping out onto the deck.

Akia would play frisbee for hours given the chance, but for that moment Sy was enjoying the view as he watched you bend over and take it from the dogs mouth, before tossing it again. After a couple more throws he chuckled when he saw you fake throw in one direction before going in another, a loud bark immediately following as Akia quickly changed direction, snapping at the still flying frisbee just as it touched the long grass. She trotted back to you, long tendrils of grass in her mouth along with the frisbee, dropping it and trying to spit out the grass. He watched as you knelt in the grass and pulled the strands of grass out, stroking the dogs head. You looked up and saw Sy, your smile growing.

“Hey there Darlin’”

Sy stepped down from the deck, closing the distance and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close as he kissed you. He felt you relax in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck as you leaned into him. He couldn’t help it but he let one hand fall a little lower to rest on your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze and he was pleased to hear the hum that rumbled in your chest.

When the kiss finally broke Sy looked into your eyes and smiled;

“I could get used to welcome kisses like that”

“Me too”

Your answer and smile made his chest puff out a little, the confidence boost a welcome warmth in his soul;

“I was going to ask if you’d rather make out in the meadow or have the grand tour, but as Akia has decided to do her business in the grass how about the tour?” he said with a smile

Laughing you nodded your head, slipping your hand into his.

-

Standing in Sy’s kitchen you watched as he checked on dinner - Moussaka, a dish he’d discovered when he’d been moving through Greece after a tour in Iraq he’d explained - and you took the chance to watch him move fluidly through his home. He was comfortable in his own space, everything neat and orderly, regularly used items within easy reach, non essentials stacked in organised rows in the cupboards and closets.

“Are you sure there’s nothing i can do to help?” you asked

Sy turned and smiled;

“Why don’t you grab some cutlery and some drinks from the refrigerator? We can eat out on the deck”

“Sure, i can do that”

Having already seen where Sy got a fork from you pulled what you needed from the correct drawer, before heading to the refrigerator and peering in. You looked over the neatly stacked rows of drinks, taking in soda’s and bottles of beer, noticing for the first time that everything was non-alcoholic. A bottle of Rose wine in the door looked interesting, and upon checking the label you saw that was also without alcohol;

“Do you want wine or beer?”

“I’ll have a beer, but if you want to open the wine that’s fine”

“Thanks”

You grabbed both without any further comment. You could feel his eyes on you, perhaps waiting for a question or some sort of explanation, but in your mind you knew you had your secrets and no doubt Sy had his. You smiled at him and took both outside, setting them on the small table before returning to the cabin for the cutlery.

“Hey, you saw they’re both non alcoholic?” Sy asked, a slight pause as if he was going to say more

“Yeah, that’s fine”

You saw him visibly untense his shoulders as he relaxed and smiled, before grabbing some oven mitts;

“Why don’t you grab those plates as well and go get seated, i’ll be out in a second”

“Sure”

Sitting at the small table you watched as Sy emerged moments later carrying dinner with oven mitts, setting it down in front of you before he sat beside you;

“Hope you’re hungry”

“Starving. It smells amazing”

He served up sizeable portions for the pair of you before picking up his fork, only to curse and stand up;

“Forgot somethin’”

He ran into the cabin, returning seconds later with two large metal bowls in his hands, one considerably more dented than the other. His attention didn’t wane from you, a goofy smile on his face as he placed one on the table between you and the other on the ground, calling for Akia who came bounding up from the surrounding forest.

You looked into the bowl and had to hold back your laugh, Akia coming to a halt beside you before putting her ass on the ground and letting out a quiet ‘wuff’.

“What’s up girl?” Sy asked, his gaze not leaving you.

Clearing your throat you took hold of the bowl of kibble that was sat on the table, swapping it with the bowl of salad that Akia had refused;

“There we go”

The two of you fell silent for a moment before the giggles started, that soon turned into full on laughter, before the tears started to flow down your cheeks. It took a considerable amount of time to finally compose yourselves, taking a deep breath and letting out a long audible sigh as Sy was first to speak;

“I’m sorry, I guess i’m just a little nervous”

Sliding your hand over his you smiled at him;

“Me too. Its been a long time since i got this close to someone. I’m so far out of the dating scene i don’t know what the expectations are or what is acceptable on what date…”

Sy lifted your hand and pressed a kiss to your palm;

“You have no idea how happy that makes me, as i’m so fucking clueless too”

“Let's make a deal then”

“Go on”

“Complete honesty. About expectations, about our limits, about what we’re ready for”

“Deal” he leant forwards and pressed a kiss to your lips, his beard brushing against your cheek; “But first, lets eat”

-

The meal was fantastic, and once your initial nerves had dissipated you fell back into comfortable conversation, the sun setting and small solar lights illuminating the deck. When the pair of you cleared the table you suggested doing the dishes together, but Sy took your hand and led you back outside;

“I’ve got something to show you”

He led you down some steps towards the workshop, but took a turn at the edge of the deck until he was standing beside a large wooden tub that was filled with water, tendrils of steam rising;

“What you said about a bath that would always get cold make me think, i have the opposite at my place; a hot tub”

You looked at it, before stepping forwards and dipping your fingertips into the water;

“Ooh its warm, really warm! But i didn’t bring anything…”

“I have a solution for that”

“Sy… i’m not sure i’m ready for skinny dipping…”

He leaned behind a small stack of logs and pulled out a somewhat un-glamourous Walmart bag;

“I wanted you to try the tub but considered that too…”

You pulled a small garment from the bag, realising it was a soft two piece swimsuit;

“Sy…” you paused; “It’s the correct size…?”

“I may have gotten a glance at the label to your panties when your dress got caught before our date… I didn’t have chance to get to that nice boutique and its not open on a Sunday” he considered his words; “You don’t have to, but I wanted to give you the option” he sighed: “You know what, i’m sorry, i’m pushing you to do something you’re not comfortable with”

“Sy, wait” you rested a hand on his chest; “Can i feel how hot the water is?”

He took a step back and moved out of your way, before holding his hand out so you could step up onto the elevated platform around the circular tub. You tentatively dipped your finger in and you couldn’t help the appreciative groan that escaped your mouth;

“Okay. Okay I can do this, where can I get changed?”

“Bedroom is through the door next to the kitchen”

Sy had a huge smile on his face as you left, quickly making your way inside. Once in the cabin you followed his instructions and found the bedroom, taking in the tidy yet lived in space. A stack of t-shirts sat on a dresser as if there hadn’t been enough time to put them away, the bed had a red plaid flannel duvet on it, and instinctively you smoothed your hand over the soft fabric, wondering what it’d feel like against your skin. You were lost in thought for a moment before you remembered why you were there in the first place, quickly undressing before pulling the bikini out of the bag and removing the tags. It was just a simple blue two piece, the panties fitting comfortably, but you struggled with the straps you cursed the small pieces of fabric. It had been years since you’d worn a swimsuit, and even then had usually opted for a one piece. Eventually you got it on, catching sight of your reflection in a mirror you stopped and took in what you saw. For a moment you were focused on your flaws, but instead gave your head a shake and puffed your chest out, leaving the room.

As you approached the hot tub you saw that Sy had already climbed in, his shorts and t-shirt neatly folded on top of his shoes, a pile of soft fluffy towels next to them, and a small basket of his bath fizzers sat at the edge of the tub. He had his back to you which you had an idea that he’d done on purpose so that he didn’t make you uncomfortable;

“Hey” you called quietly as you approached, and he turned his head slightly, looking sideways at you and you saw a smile tug at his mouth as his gaze followed down your body and back up again.

“Wow” he stood and offered you his hand to help you in, and you couldn’t help but to look him up and down. 

Sure, you’d seen him without a shirt before, but there he was standing before you, dripping wet with just his boxer briefs on, and to say he was a fine specimen of a man would be to completely understating it. He was thick with muscle, a layer of chest hair that led down to his stomach and enticingly into the waistband of his underwear. His thighs were bigger than you could have imagined when you’d seen him in jeans, strong and taught from hard work. You tried not to stare as you climbed in, but the crowning glory was the bulge between his legs, the wet jersey fabric clinging to everything mother nature blessed him with, and you instinctively licked your lips.

“You want me to turn around so you can see my ass too?” he asked when you were attempting to swing your other leg over the side of the tub

“What? OH!” 

Sy’s comment had caught you off guard, slipping and toppling into the water, pulling him with you. You felt strong arms on your torso and were immediately pulled above the water, pulling you to his chest as you gasped in panic;

“You’re ok. You’re ok, I’m sorry” he wiped your face down to get rid of the water droplets, your heart pounding as you pushed back all the thoughts of being underwater. His steady breathing brought you back to the present, surrounded by the warmth of the water, but more so of his strong arms cradling you to his chest, safe and secure, protected.

He looked into your eyes, watching as you visibly calmed in his arms, before you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pressed your lips to his. Sy moved you in the water until he was sitting on the submerged bench seat that ran around the inside of the tub, pulling you to straddle his lap. The kiss deepened, your tongue pushing against his, his beard tickling your face. His hands slid down your back before he splayed his palms over your ass, pulling you hard onto his lap and it was then that you could feel him, his hard length against your core. Moving your hips you rocked against the hard bulge, breaking away from the kiss your head rolled back and you closed your eyes, relishing the feel as your bodies moved together, his hard shaft pressing into the seam of your pussy through the thin bikini bottoms. He grunted beneath you, wrapping his arms around your torso as he pressed kisses down your chin to your neck, pulling a low groan from deep in your belly;

“Oh god Sy, don’t stop…”

You felt his lips curl into a smile against your skin;

“You like that? Or do you like this?” he pushed his hips up and you felt the wide heart shaped tip of his dick rub against your clit through the fabric

“Oh… both… definitely both”

You held his face in your hands, staring into his eyes as you rocked your hips against him, the connection intense. He wasn’t even inside you but you were pulsing with need and pleasure, writhing together like two horny teenagers. Without breaking eye contact you felt Sy move one hand and cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your hardened nipple and you gasped at his touch.

“I’d really like to take this off” he said, referring to your bikini top, and you nodded, biting your lip nervously as he pulled at the tied strings behind your back before lifting the scraps of fabric over your head and tossing it aside. It was his turn to lean back as he admired your chest, his hands on your sides so his thumbs could brush against the underside curve and cup them;

“Beautiful” he muttered as he leant forwards, capturing one nipple in his mouth. His tongue was soft as he sucked lightly, his beard brushing against your soft skin, before he pressed kisses over your sternum and did the same with the other nipple; “Stunning” he muttered, as if he felt he needed to rain equal amounts of praise on each breast. He pressed his face between them and sighed;

“That’s it” he said, his voice slightly muffled; “You’re staying here. Forever. I’m staying in this spot between your titties until the end of time”

“Sy” you called his name but not sure for what, but then you felt his hand slide down your stomach and rest against your clothed pussy. You’d shifted your bodies apart without realising and he now had access to rub his thick fingers over your mound, his thumb pushing the fabric against your lips and bumping against your clit.

“Oh, there it is…” he moved his hand, his fingertips tentatively rubbing beneath the side elastic; “Can i?”

“Yes… yes Sy”

“Cos when you said you liked my hands… i’m guessing this is what you wanted me to do with them?”

You nodded, the hot water surrounding you as you felt completely exposed yet protected at the same time. You felt him gently tug the fabric to the side and one thick finger tenderly slid through your folds, seeking out your clit and giving it a gentle rub, before moving down and teasing your entrance.

“If you want me to go further i’m gonna have to suggest we take these off”

You nodded;

“Only if you take yours off too”

“Oh good, because i like your hands too” he said with a grin. 

In the water you pushed your bodies apart as Sy tugged your bikini bottoms down and tossed them aside, before shimmying out of his briefs which followed suit. He moved you in the water until you were straddling his lap again, one of his massive hands cupping the back of your neck as he kissed you, an urgent need to his touch this time as his tongue pushed and danced against your own. His other hand slid between your thighs, teasing at your folds before his thumb found your clit as he traced around your hole with a thick finger. 

“Relax for me Sweetness, i can feel how tightly wound you are right now, let me make you feel good”

Closing your eyes you let out a deep breath as Sy breached your body, his finger tenderly pushing into your soft canal as his thumb rubbed circles against your clit;

“So good for me baby, I can feel you squeezing me tight, gotta relax Sweetness, i just got one finger in you, how you ever gonna take two if you don’t relax?”

Opening your eyes you stared deeply into his, the connection between you almost electric as you felt your body loosening and getting used to such intimate touch after such a long time. You felt invigorated and alive, but most of all you wanted to touch as well as be touched. Placing a hand on Sy’s chest, you slid it down below the water until it was on his lower stomach;

“Is this ok?” you asked

“Oh god Sweetheart, if you don’t take hold of him he may just burst”

Sy gave you a reassuring smile as you reached lower and touched him for the first time, tenderly wrapping your hands around his hard shaft;

“Oh… you’re… you’re so hard, and thick”

“That’s all for you Sweetheart”

You slowly ran your fist up and down the length of him, and at the same time he doubled his efforts with his own hand, grinding the palm of his hand against your clit as he moved his fingers and you felt him slide two inside you, stretching you.

“That’s is Sweetheart, ride my hand, take what you need, let me help you get there”

From that moment it was all about your pleasure. As much as you wanted to make Sy cum, he was so focused on you that it was hard to concentrate on anything other than the way he was taking you to heights of pleasure you weren’t sure you’d ever been taken to. His efforts were strong and consistent, he listened to your moans and if he liked what he heard he kept doing what he was doing, and for the first time in a very long time you could feel an orgasm approaching that wasn’t from your own hand;

“Sy… oh please, yes…”

“Oh Sweetheart, you look so beautiful, cum for me, let me feel that beautifully pussy squeeze my fingers so hard”

He ducked his head down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, the jolt of pleasure that surged through you the trigger for your orgasm, and you came with a moan, clutching his arm as you shook at his touch. 

As your orgasm faded away he slowed his efforts, before finally withdrawing his fingers, brushing your clit as he did which sent a shiver up your spine.

“You look like an angel when you cum, you’re positively glowing”

For a few moments longer you were speechless, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm before you shifted, wrapping one arm around Sy’s shoulders as the other delved beneath the water;

“Sy, let me do the same for you”

He caught your hand;

“Shhh, you don’t need to use your hand, let me just feel those pussy lips against me, I don’t need to be inside you”

“What if i want you inside me”

He pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose;

“Not tonight, I want to eat that pussy before i cum in it, plus you’re gonna need to be a whole lot more stretched and relaxed before i get inside you”

He brought your hand up over his shoulder with the other one, before grasping your hips and pulling your body flush with his. His dick was still rock hard, you could have sworn you could almost feel it pulsing with need as he pulled your legs up higher so he could open you up, and with a little manoeuvring he was able to rest his dick along your slippery folds. The wide crown rested against your clit snugly, the fat head bumping against you as you both started to gently rock against each other. You could feel pleasure starting to build in the pit of your belly, and when you looked up you could see Sy was barely hanging on. 

Sy had his head leant back, and you felt his hands grip your hips a little firmer, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he took control and used your body for his own pleasure. He looked so good with his neck stretched, and instinctively you leant forwards and pressed kisses to his jugular;

“That’s it Sy, i’m so close too, rub that fat dick of yours against my pussy… I can’t wait until i can feel you inside me, pumping me full of your cum. I want you to bend me over and spank my ass whilst you fuck me, hold my titties as you fill me up…”

“Oh sweet jesus…” he cursed.

You weren’t sure where your dirty mouth had come from, you had never spoken like that before, you’d kept those thoughts to yourself, but there was something about seeing Sy so close and so vulnerable that made you be honest and true to yourself and your desires. That rush of confidence was what you needed to bring you to your peak again, and as you felt Sy start to cum your second orgasm of the night pulsed through you.

“God… Sweetheart, you feel so good, i can’t wait to get my dick inside you, I want to taste that pussy and make you cum over and over until you can’t walk the next day. You’re so beautiful when you cum, not that you’re not beautiful the rest of the time, oh girl, I fucking… I lo…” his words trailed off as he finally finished cumming, almost catching himself before he said something he wasn’t sure if he could say yet. 

Resting your head on his shoulders you pressed a kiss to his cheek;

“You’re amazing Sy”

For the longest time you just held each other, the warm water bubbling around you, before eventually a shiver ran down your spine.

“Time to get out?” Sy asked; “Sounds like the burner has worked through the logs. Did well though, it’s dark now”

Looking up you hadn’t realised the sun had fully set, the starry sky visible directly above you through the tall pine trees.

“I should…” 

Sy cut you off; “Please stay the night. Let's wake up together” 

You paused before nodding; “Okay”

Sy was first to climb out, a waterfall of droplets falling around him as he stepped out of the hot tub and grabbed a towel, and you couldn’t help but to look at his body, admiring his pert ass before he wrapped a towel around his waist and held one up for you;

“C’mon, out” he commanded playfully; “I’ve already seen everything… and cum on it, show me those titties and that ass”

With his humour putting you at ease you climbed out, Sy wrapping the towel around you before putting his arm around your shoulders;

“Lets get dry and into bed”

Minutes later you were curled up beneath the soft flannel covers as Sy called Akia in and made her comfortable in her basket. He appeared in the doorway and grinned at you, before turning the lights out and you felt him slide under the covers, his body warm where he just wore soft jersey shorts. His arm curled over your hip and pulled you close, the big spoon to your little spoon. You felt his hand tuck under the t-shirt he’d loaned you;

“May I?” he asked sleepily

“Ok”

You felt his hand cup your breast gently; “Mmm, life is good when you can fall asleep holding a titty”

He soon dropped off to sleep, not before pressing a kiss to the back of your neck, but it was a long time before you joined him in slumber, your mind playing over so many things before you finally shut your eyes and sleep came.

Chapter 6 >>>

[witchersmistress]

the down fall of Eros

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

Trigger Warning: Swearing, Violence, alcohol, soft Sy

Word count: 2.4K

Sys pov

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sy: 🖕🖕🖕

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

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

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

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

Rorys’ POV

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

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

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

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

Jesse: see ya soon 😘

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

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

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

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

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Welcoming Committee - Part 8

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

Word count: 973

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

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

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

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

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

There was only one thing to do.

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

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

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

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

"Ass and face only?"

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

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

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

"Are you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm sorry, Sir."

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

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

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

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

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

Part 9

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Pairing: barista!Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (you)

Summary: Mike has a gift for you.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI!!! fingering, (unprotected) p-in-v showersex. And cat shenanigans, Mike behaving inappropriately around boobs... That kind of stuff.

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“Babe, can you grab some eh… Yes, Nyx, you can— Jesus Christ! Babe… Cats. Snacks. Please!” You look over the counter into the living room, where Mike is laying on the couch, covered in — and being screamed at by — his cats. The only one sitting next to him, rather than on top of him, is Sy. Your favorite orange menace is glaring at you, impatiently awaiting your return to the couch.

Nyx leaps off the couch and onto the counter as soon as she hears the drawer that holds her precious treats, Nova lazily taking her place on Mike’s chest. Little Mikey — who is still called that even though the name isn’t exactly apt anymore, because he’s grown so much that he no longer fits in the pockets of Mike’s hoodies, much to his dismay — pokes his head out of Mike’s sweater.

“What is he doing?” you ask, barely able to contain your laughter.

“Being a pain in my ass, as per usual,” Mike sighs. “But the cutest fucking pain in my ass I’ve ever seen, so it’s okay.” Your friends still don’t understand how you were able to make peace with the fact that Mike will never look at you the way he looks at his cats. The simple reason is that you know you’ll never look at Mike the way you look at your cats. You mean… his cats. Right?

Sy jumps you as soon as you sit down, Nyx and little Mikey follow soon after.

“Ow, Mikey, that’s my boob!” There’s honestly no saying which Mikey that remark is aimed at: it could easily have been both of them.

“He takes after me,” Mike says lovingly while he manages to grab a handful of tit while pretending to stroke Little Mikey.

“Hey, Mikey, that’s… Yeah, he does take after you,” you sigh as you try to feed all four cats an equal amount of treats. Mike eventually helps you by pulling Sy and little Mikey away before they can make a play for the last few treats. They’re Nova’s, end of story.

“I don’t like how they walk all over my sweet little baby,” you coo while giving her the head pats she so desperately meows for.

“Oh, yeah,” Mike laughs, “I’ve been meaning to tell you she’s got you fooled, babe.”

“What?” You turn to him — or rather; try to, because Sy lets out a dark meow that sounds more like a growl when he feels you’ve shifted too much.

“Yeah,” he said with a grin, “she’s being a pouty little baby around you, but she can take these fuckers in her sleep. They don’t mess with her when you’re not here.”

You turn to Nova, who is lying on her back in your lap, looking up at you with the biggest, most innocent-looking blue eyes imaginable. It’s obvious: whatever shenanigans are going on here, she hasn’t done anything. Mike laughs when you tell him that.

“Uhuh,” he says, “sure, Sweetcheeks. It’s okay, though! I spoil her too. Look at that little face!” He gently touches her nose with the tip of a finger, and she rewards him for his attention with a gentle, yet very loud purr.

“And how about this little face?” You chuckle under your breath as you gently move Nova off your lap and into Mike’s — Sy just bolts at some point — and nestle into Mike’s side, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“Not nearly as cute,” Mike says, but you don’t agree.

“How about you come with me and I’ll show you exactly how cute I think your face is?” you tease. Mike squirms when your cold hand worms its way into his sweater. “Fucking ow, Mikey!” Ten tiny claws have found their way into your hand — apparently the space inside of Mike’s sweater may now only be occupied by (parts of) Mike, little or otherwise.

“Serves you and those icicles you call hands right,” Mike says as he shivers dramatically.

“Well, maybe there’s a way to get me nice and warmed up,” you mutter with your lips pressed against his neck. “Come take a shower with me?”

“But I’m comfortable right here on this couch, with my cats,” Mike moans. You forgive him immediately; it’s not like you’ve never declined some naked quality time with just Mike because you were just too content with Nova purring in your ear.

Luckily for you, Mike has a weakness… “The shower will have significantly more naked boobs than the couch,” you try.

It works — of course it works! Mike is on his feet in seconds, leaving a very offended Nova on the couch, meowing loudly in protest.

“The f-" Mike exclaims as he takes a break from kissing your neck to look at your feet, where something furry brushed past your legs. “Of course.”

It’s Nyx, now soaking wet, of course, and meowing like her life depends on it.

“You did this, dumbass,” Mike grumbles as he picks her up. “Fuckin' wrong kind of wet pussy, dammit.” You barely manage to fight back a chuckle, and Mike blows you a quick kiss when he notices you heard what he said, before taking Nyx out of the shower cabin and wrapping a towel around her.

“Did you forget to close the door?” you ask curiously. He never does – he knows this is the result of that

“Nope,” he sighs, “but I’ve been suspecting for a while that this little monster can open doors. Guess I have my proof now.”

“Is she gonna be okay?” you ask. Nyx didn't sound like she enjoyed being wet much – although she seems to prefer it to being dried off, which she's fighting very actively.

“Yes, she's just being dramatic,” Mike snorts as he finishes towel-drying her. “Besides, this was entirely her fault. Yeah, you. You don't have to go everywhere I go, little weirdo.” She clearly doesn't agree with him.

After tossing the now semi-dry cat into the hallway and locking the door behind him – but not before checking if any of the others have snuck into the bedroom without him noticing – he joins you in the shower again.

“Where were we?” he says, making you laugh as he grabs a handful of boob.

“Right about there,” you chuckle.

Ever since Mike moved out of his parents' house and into his apartment, quickies in the shower practically all the private time you get together – and you both greedily make the most of what little time you get. Nova and little Mikey go absolutely nuts if you don't let them into the room even when – no, especially when – you’re getting it on, and Sy and Nyx are just obnoxiously loud at all times, no matter where you put them.

To add to the insanity, little Mikey has developed a habit of attacking feet. It's easy to guess why that isn't especially conducive to a romantic environment.

Then again, even limited to the shower – or those sporadic moments you decided it was worth wrangling four cats and listening to their complaints through the bedroom door – you have plenty of fun together. Besides, waking up with a snuggly Nova in your arms and Mike behind you with his arms tightly wrapped around you is just about the best feeling in the world.

Second to that feeling, is the exact thing Mike is doing to you right now; gently sucking on your neck while furiously pumping two fingers into you. He’s really gotten good at that.

“Fuck, Mikey, don’t stop,” you mutter. The remark is redundant at this point; he’s got you.

“Yes, victory!” Mike says with a big grin on his face that you kinda, maybe want to slap off, because he’s being impossible. “Now turn around so I can fuck you.”

It’s not an order of any kind, it’s a very directly phrased request born of sheer impatience, as evidenced by the fact that Mike unceremoniously grabs your hips and attempts to turn you around as he speaks.

“Bedroom?” you try, knowing you don’t want to wait, either. It’s that silly voice inside your brain that still tells you you’re a lady (you’re not) and you have to keep a sense of decorum (you don’t) to keep Mike from thinking you’re a slut (he already knows that, and he loves you for it!)

“Nope,” he replies. “Want you. Now.”

Oh. When he puts it like that… You finally give in to his greedy hands, allowing him to turn you to face the wall. When he pushes into you, you clench your fists and let out a loud moan.

“Fuck, I’ll never get enough of you,” Mike groans, pressing his lips to the back of your neck. It’s interesting how he seems to speak your thoughts so often — not that you would go as far as saying the two of you are totally in sync, or anything. God knows that’s impossible with Mikey, who isn’t even in sync with himself. But he’s yours, and you love him, and you can’t help but hope that you’ll indeed never get enough of each other.

He’s patient today, keeping the rhythm of his thrusts slow and steady. That alone would drive you nuts, but it’s the soft kisses to your shoulder and neck that really do you in, and soon you’re begging him for more — faster, harder… anything.

He chuckles. “Let me enjoy this,” he moans into your ear before teasingly nipping at your earlobe, his breath already revealing that he won’t be enjoying this for much longer, anyway. So you concede, your moans echoing off the tiled walls as he keeps his movements slow, deliberate and torturously gentle.

It’s the pressure of his fingers on your breast that eventually betrays him, letting you know he’s struggling — that he’s close, but not quite willing to have this be over yet. He wants to give you more, he always does, but he’s fighting something he can’t hold off forever.

Unsurprisingly, the grunt he lets out when he cums sounds more than a little disappointed, and you grab his arms, wrapping them tightly around you, keeping him as close as humanly possible for a while. You lean your cheek against the cool tiles of the wall, sighing deeply while Mike’s lips explore your neck.

“That was good,” you mutter, making him chuckle.

“That was short,” he replies. Who cares?

“It was great,” you repeat, not prepared to take any of his bullshit.

“Hey Sweetcheeks,” Mike says softly, and you let out a frustrated grunt.

“Five more minutes,” you mumble. There’s no such thing as five more minutes, especially now that the cats know you’re awake.

“I brought you coffee and breakfast.” Mike presses a soft kiss to your forehead, and — as per usual — Nova impatiently headbutts him out of the way. For the first fifteen minutes after waking up, you’re hers. Mike should know that by now.

The breakfast Mike brought you is an avocado and fried egg bagel, which means that eating it is not without risk — especially in bed. Nyx has this annoying obsession with eggs, which she immediately showcases by trying to steal it off your breakfast.

Luckily, Mike quickly provides the cats with their own breakfast, which means you get to eat in peace for a change.

You’re just finishing the last bite when they sprint into the room and jump on the bed. Now, all you have to do is wait for Mike to show up, too, and you can start your favorite part of the weekend; cuddling with Mike and your fur babies until someone can come up with a good reason to get out of bed. Last week it was well past noon when you finally decided you’d spent enough time under the covers. Not that moving to the couch had changed much about your activities. It had only added ‘watching TV’ to the mix — a Christmas movie, and you hadn’t even had to beg Mike to watch it with you; he’d volunteered.

Sy gets comfortable in your lap, while Nova climbs up to stick her face in yours. Nyx curls up next to you, waiting for Mike. That leaves little Mikey, but he’s nowhere to be seen. Odd…

“Baby,” you call to Mike, who you hear rummaging around in the kitchen, “where’s little Mikey?”

“Right here,” Mike says a little while later, when he comes back into the bedroom with his fluffy namesake in his arms.

Mike drops the cat on your stomach, and as soon as you pet him, you notice he’s wearing something around his neck. The cats don’t wear collars, which prompts you to investigate further.

Quickly, you find it’s not a collar; it’s a ribbon, with a note attached to it.

Dear mom, We miss you when you’re away, Always screaming, keeping dad awake. So for his sanity and his sake, Here’s something we would like you to take.

“You wrote me a poem?” you say with a smile before even really looking at what you’re holding in your hands.

Mike shakes his head. “They wrote you the poem, I promise.”

His tone is so serious that you can’t help but burst into laughter. “God, you’re such a dork, I love you!” You can’t help but notice that there’s something different about him this morning. He’s nervous. Fidgety — more than usual, at least. As if this is something way bigger than you realize at the moment.

It’s then that you realize you haven’t even taken a look at what he’s giving you, but as soon as you do…

In the palm of your hand, there’s a key — a house key, to be precise.

“We don’t want you to leave anymore,” Mike whispers as he pulls you firmly against him, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“You’re giving me a key to your place?” you stammer. Somehow, you get the feeling your voice is barely audible over the sound of your heart.

“I mean,” Mike mutters even more nervously than before, “I’m… I’m actually hoping I’m giving you a key to our place.”

With tears in your eyes, you turn your head to look at him. Mike’s hopeful (but terrified) baby blues stare back at you. “You want me to move in?”

“You can think about it… Or, if you’re not ready, that’s—” You raise a hand to get him to shut up, and when that doesn’t work, you kiss him square on the mouth. Hard.

“Yes, Mike. A thousand times yes.”