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[jamneuromain]

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Hannibal Lecter

Until the Next Time 🔥

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter x Original Female Character Summary: Hannibal was meeting with his personal psychiatrist to try his personal therapy.

Captain Syverson

Mean Daddy Part 2 💕🔥

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Reader Summary: Your mean daddy comes home :]

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Stalker Lady Part 2 💕🔥🌑

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader Summary: You meet Simon unexpectedly. Unfortunately, he thinks you are a stalker.

Miguel O'Hara

Spanish Crash Course (coming soon!) 💕🔥🥀

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Reader, Previous Miguel O'Hara relationship Summary: You came to Miguel's apartment for a Spanish crash course for your exam tomorrow. News flash, everything went wrong so bad so fast.

Santiago "Pope" Garcia

Addictive 💕🥀

Pairing: Santiago "Pope" Garcia x Reader, Previous Santiago Garcia relationship Summary: An unconventional sugar relationship.

[cynic-spirit]

The word Series (5) Kairos – The perfect, delicate, crucial moment, that creates the perfect atmosphere

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…………………………………………………She………………………………………………………………….

At the party She mingled with a few people. Her aunt introduced her to both Jack and Alyssha. After grabbing her drink she goes around and admires the house. The wall full of photographs intrigued her and one of the photos got her attention and surprised her. It was that of Jack with the man she had met before. It was Jack with Sy. They were in uniform with what looked liked in a desert. She admired Sy, not much has changed, except the fact that now Sy has glasses. He still looks as good as before. It made sense to her now. Looking at him she had an idea he would be in some work where he would use his strength. It makes sense that he was in the army. She wouldnShe’t admit it out loud but this impressed her and made her slightly blush. In comparison, the Sy with glasses looked like a badass geek. She thought of all their meetings, Sy was intimidating but also kind of awkward. She thought about his life, he has seen so many deaths and destruction, probably. Maybe she passed a judgement on him too soon. She too has seen people assuming things about her. Often people thought of her as arrogant when she was just shy and anxious. She inferred that if Jack and Sy are close, then she would definitely meet him today at the party. She will try to be more pleasant with him this time.

………………………………………………….Sy……………………………………………………………………..

Sy is at the party trying to talk with people. He wants to mingle but somehow cannot. He takes a mug of beer and goes to the pool table to play with his brother in law. The party is a small affair. It is evening and there is light music playing in the background. He is calmer in comparison to the last two days. Sy decides that once the party is over he would talk to his sister about whatever happened and ask for an advice.

Sy looks around their house. It is wonderfully decorated. Flowers all over. It is almost unlike the style of her sister who is often loud in her taste of decoration. All her previous parties had weird lights and decorative pieces. Flowers have given their home a beautiful intimate feel. Sy doesn’t even know the names of half the flowers but they look beautiful and they smell heavenly. He is smelling one of the lilies when he hears the voice of Alyssha

Never thought you to be the one who liked flowers Sy

Sy turns around and smiles at her

Never thought you to be the one having them Aly

I take it you like the decoration?

Its more beautiful than the house! Where did you get all these flowers??

Remember Jack’s nanny?

Yeah? Don’t tell me that old woman grows all these! Sy chuckles

Actually, her niece, she grows all these, quite talented has a degree and everything. You gotta meet her. Maybe you’ll like her.

(I am in love with a nameless woman already sis, Sy thinks)

Is she here?

Yeah, she must be somewhere around, quite shy. Doesn’t talk much.

Alyssha looks around the house. Her eyes settle in one direction.

Oh there she is.

Sy looks in the direction and cannot believe his eyes. (Oh Fuck me!!! He thinks. Its his mystery woman. No, no, no, it wont be my sister telling me her name. I gotta ask her myself. He turns to his sister

Aly why don’t you attend your party, I’ll introduce myself.

All right cool

After she leaves, Sy composes himself. All right, no poop talk, no fleas, no toilet paper. Go over there Sy and greet. Ask her the name and probably let her talk first. Sy decides in his mind as he saunters in her direction. Onto the battlefield soldier! Sy mutters under his breath. As he walks to her he realized how beautiful she looked. Skirt, top, open hair, Yeah, she has totally floored him.

Sy goes to her. She sees him and his presence makes her gasp.

Hi, we meet again

Umm.. hi.. …

Okay before anything, please tell me your name I have to know your name first. Sy rambles quickly.

(wao Sy, great way to extort someone’s name, he says to himself)

You don’t know my name yet? (She sounded surprised)

No! you haven’t told me….. yet. Sy says with a smile, finally behaving a little human

Oh, I am so sorry about that. I didn’t realize.

That’s all right. It happens.

There is a small moment of silence between them and Sy says.

So…? Sy breaks the silence

Ivona……. Ivona Marianne Hill.

Ivona, Sy tests her name. (what a beautiful name Sy thought)

You have a beautiful name. You have no idea how great it feels to finally put a name to your face. I have been thinking about it since we met, but something or the other kept interrupting our conversation.

(Stop rambling you doofus, let her talk for once, Sy pauses)

…..I guess. (she shrugs and looks down)

Are you here alone Ivona?

No I came with my aunt, she used to babysit Jack.

Wao, small world. Jack is my brother in law.

Oh.. nice.

Wait, that means you supplied these flowers?

Yes.

They are beautiful. I have never seen some of them in these parts.

Thank you. ………………….I have a small farm, I grow orchids, lilies, roses and some other varieties there.

You didn’t bring Cerberus.

She smiled and looked down again and Sy felt his heartbeat rise.

No, I didn’t think it would be appropriate to bring him here. Its not necessary my aunt is here with me.

If you don’t mind me asking, why is he your service dog.

Its okay Sy, I have severe anxiety and sometimes in large crowds I get panic attacks. He helps me get by.

I am sorry to hear that. I hope the party is not overwhelming

No its not. Its actually nice to meet a few people here. Did you come alone here Sy?

Yes. Who would come with me. (Sy finally felt better to make conversation with her)

Your girlfriend?

My Girlfriend? (My girlfriend, who the fuck is my girlfriend, I want YOU to be my girlfriend Sy thinks)

The girl from the library?

She is not my girlfriend. She was just.. I don’t know what she was doing. But she is definitely not my girlfriend, Ivona.

Oh. I am sorry for assuming.

Its fine. Its fine. Everybody assumes. Not that I am saying that about you. I mean, its okay to make inferences based on certain observations which I did when I met you. It wasn’t anything bad, it was just observation. More like putting skills at work, I used to do that, when I was in the army, I am not now, I have been relieved honorably. Also sorry for the toilet paper and the fleas. I didn’t mean to talk about it. My dog is fine now. I bought everything I need from the store…

At that moment Sy saw her look at him with an open-mouthed expression and realized he had been babbling again and not making any sense. He immediately stopped talking and pinched the bridge of his nose.

I messed up again, didn’t I? Sy said.

Its okay Sy, We all get nervous sometimes. Although I don’t understand why you would be nervous around me.

Sy was finally able to breathe now. Could this woman be any more perfect than she already is? Between the two of them, he was the confident army guy and she was the one with anxieties and it was her calming him. Sy chuckled.

I think I am just rusty around people. Have been in the army most of my life.

What were you in the army?

I was in the sniper unit.

It sounds both amazing and tedious.

You are not wrong about that Ivona. (Sy just loved saying her name. Ivona, Ivona, he could chant it like a prayer. Ivy for short? Ivo? Iva? Iv? Honestly, at that moment, he was just so happy to think anything else)

It was unexpected to see you again here Sy. Nice to meet you. I have to go now. I have to attend to the plants.

Can I see ya again? Sy spoke immediately.

Oh? Why?

Just to talk maybe?

All right. But I cant commit a time or date. Lots of work in the garden with the new seeds and flowers.

I can come there. Will that be okay with you?

You want to visit my flower farm?

Judging by the flowers decorated here, I think it would be beautiful. (Sy managed another smile from her)

All right Sy, its nearby. Just ask anyone for Hill’s Heartland. It’s the name of my flower farm.

Ill see you.

Bye Sy.

Bye Ivona.

Sy watched her as she left. This party has been successful for him. Everything was just perfect now. He finished his beer, put down the mug. After talking to a few of the people in the party, he too left, but this ride was different. Sy was humming as he drove back. Ivona, he said aloud again. He opened the door and put the keys in he bowl. He fed his dogs again, Django, Kal, Aika, Major, and Tuff. After changing, he laid on his bed, thinking of her. She had a beautiful name and she made him comfortable. He realized one thing, he might have killed so many people In the army as a sniper, but he had never thought that talking to someone would be so difficult. Ivona had a condition, yet she managed to show both empathy and encouragement to hi. She talked to him without malice and judgement. Life certainly has its ways to surprise someone. Hill’s Heartland, what a beautiful name for a garden. He will definitely visit her the next day and take two of his dogs, Kal and Aika, the oldest ones. They know how to behave around ladies. With these thoughts, Sy fell asleep peacefully for the first time ever.

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[peyton-warren]

Blinded by The Fog Series

How the loss of the love of your life led you to the arms of the man of your dreams.

Summary: Reeling from the loss of your husband in a tragic accident in Bolivia, you throw yourself into caring for the other women left behind, avoiding your own care. Along the way you meet another Army Captain who helps you see you should be cared for too. You grow closer to the new man in your life only to find out a few months later that your husband is actually alive but in hiding.

Fandoms: Sand Castle & The Losers (Also Henry Cavill and Chris Evans Characters)

Characters: Jake Jensen x f!reader, Syverson x f!reader, Franklin Clay, William Roque, Cougar, Pooch, Jolene and OCs.

Warnings: 18+ only, minors DNI, grief, loss of spouse, loss of found family, insecurity, self doubt, guilt, pregnancy, infertility, miscarriage, cheating (if unintentional), male on male violence, military-style violence, sexy times, age gap (male early 30s, female early 20s) Each chapter will have specific warnings.

Chapters

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4 , Part 5, Part 6 , Part 7, Part 8, part 9

Part 10 Coming soon

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Director's Cut- Behind the Scenes I - Syverson's perspective during Parts 4, 5 and 6. Playlist

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(Mostly about Reader and Jake's lives, in chronological order, not posting order)

High School

Starry Night Drabble

Jensen realizing he’s in love

Reader realizes Jensen is her goober

Scarf Drabble

College/Military training years

Baking Drabble

Cookies Drabble

Established Relationship

Silence Drabble

Hot Chocolate Drabble

Who Stole My Homework?

Author's Note:

Original prompt from an online plot generator -

"You are the wife of a soldier who is missing in action and presumed dead. His best friend, who survived the war, offered you comfort and companionship, and over time love blossomed. A year later, you learn that your husband is alive and is coming home. Now you must confess to him that you have moved on—or have you?"

I mean who else was I going to put into that prompt??

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Last Updated: 29th November, 2023

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[wondersofdreaming]

Sex on Fire

Co-written with @radaofrivia​

Characters: AU Captain Syverson - Gynaecologist, dr. Syverson x female reader

Word count: 4.522

Warnings: NSFW! Smut, so smutty. Gamahuche. Licking. Bodily liquids. Fingering. Sucking. Hair pulling. Begging. And I’m out of whatever else there is, but I’m sure there’s more - let me know and I’ll add them XD

Author’s note: This story was co-written with the always gorgeous and incredible @radaofrivia​! She is the Brain to my Pinky! The Barney Rubble to my Fred Flinstone! My goddess Saga and my muse Erato! My drinking buddy and who will stay up till 4am with me to finish this story.

Please go enjoy her stories here:

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I do not own any characters in this short story, except the reader who is a figment of my imagination.

*Edit: The title was decided before I realised that it is a song by Kings of Leon. These two have nothing in common except for the title.

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The grey concrete building stood tall in front of you. You leaned your head back to see the top, but it was nearly impossible. All you could see were windows leading into the sky. A doorman in a black uniform stood by the entrance, watching whoever went in and out. He nodded his head with a stoic look in a greeting.

The lobby looked more welcoming than the outside building. There was a fireplace with three sofas surrounding it and a coffee table stacked with magazines. A few women were already sitting there, gossiping about the new dapper doctor that had rented the entire top floor.

You rolled your eyes and went over to the reception. A man stood to greet you with a smile, but he was talking to someone in his headset, which only took a few seconds before he hung up.

“I am sorry about that, how may I help you, miss?” he asked.

“I’m here for an appointment with dr. Syverson,” you said a little nervously.

“Ah, yes. I have a form you need to fill out,” he handed you a piece of paper and a pen, “The elevators are just right over there. Take it all the way to the 52nd floor. Another receptionist will be there to guide you further.”

You accepted the paper and went for the elevators. A chill went down your spine as the cold air from the air condition hit you. You pressed the button for dr. Syverson’s floor. An orchestral song started playing over the speakers. It wasn’t until you listened closely to the lyrics that you noticed it was ‘Nothing Else Matters’ by Metallica.

You closed your eyes, swaying to the beat of the soft drums. Lars Ulrich had been your celebrity crush as a teen, and you still listened to their older songs when you had a bad day.

The elevator doors opened with a loud ‘ding!’, pulling you out of your trance. Another receptionist stood at the opposite side. She looked up from the computer and smiled.

“Welcome to dr. Syverson’s clinic. Do you need help filling out the paper?” she asked nicely. You quickly scanned what you needed to scribble down. It was mostly your personal information and history of health.

“No, I think I can manage, thank you,” you smiled back.

“You can take a seat in the sofas, and when you’re done just fold it and put it in the mailbox, dr. Syverson will call you in, shortly,” she motioned to a black mailbox by the elevators that you had missed when walking past it.

You nodded and went for the sofas. The room was warm and comfortable with green plants everywhere. The sand-coloured leather sofas were softer than you expected as you sank down. You filled out the form and put it in the box.

Instead of sitting back down, you decided to walk over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and take a look at the impressive view of the city. Your eyes widened at how far you could see, all the way to the ocean, and if you squinted your eyes, you might have been able to see your apartment building, even the bar you had often been frequenting lately.

Dr. Syverson walked out of his office. He stretched his arms above his head, feeling a bit sore from having sat down reading his patients’ charts all afternoon. Now he just needed to check on his last appointment, before he could go home and enjoy an ice-cold beer.

His receptionist was packing her stuff, sending him a kind smile. The perks of working with his sister were that she didn’t try to seduce him, or leave her underwear in his white coat pocket like some of his patients tended to do.

He smiled back and looked around the room. His gaze landing on you. His first thoughts were not ‘oh there’s my patient’, no, his mind went straight to ‘YOWZA!’.

“Last patient for today, Luc. I’ll be leaving now, see you tomorrow,” he heard his sister say to him. She smacked his arm to get his attention. He was pulled back to reality, saying goodbye to her before walking towards you, changing his mindset from dirty to professional.

You gasped when a flock of seagulls flew by, making you take a step back and hit a wall. Except the wall had arms that grabbed your shoulders before you hit the floor.

“Whoah, careful there, miss,” a deep rough voice said. You looked up and saw a man with a trimmed beard, a soft smile on his lips, and a mischievous look in his cerulean eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” you choked out. You quickly remove yourself from his arms, first now noticing that he was wearing the white coat signalling he was dr. Syverson. And if that didn’t kick your brain in gear, then the name tag on his chest should do it. Dr. Lucas P. Syverson.

“It’s all good. This way, please,” he made sure you followed him to his office. The wall colour changed to a more soothing beige colour and was adorned with colourful paintings. You didn’t notice what they depicted before you stepped closer to one. It was of naked human bodies in various forms and shapes, very fitting for a gynaecologist’s office.

He had various books about his profession, but a few stood out to you. One had a peach on the cover and was written by dr. Syverson himself. You were impressed but wondered about the peach until you saw the title that made you blush deeply.

“How to eat a peach for dummies.”

He motioned for you to sit in the armchair, while he plopped down on the opposite one. He grabbed a chart from his desk and a pen.

“I’ve had a look at your medical history, and the…” Dr. Syverson looked down on the chart, “three gynaecologists that you have been referred to have written that you are in a state of good health. Well, we’ll see about that, I’m not too keen on some of these doctors you’ve had appointments with. They’re as old as Methuselah.”

You let out a peal of laughter. The joke having put you at ease with the doctor, who was smiling as you calmed down from your fit of giggles.

You were a little bit shocked by this doctor. Dr. Syverson was nothing like how you had imagined him. He couldn’t be over 40, with the extended educational schooling he would have had to go through. You remembered having read somewhere that it took at least 12 years to become a gynaecologist.

“Oh my gosh, they were. Another thing they had in common was that they would take a “quick” peek, not caring that I was screaming in pain, and then tell me that I’m healthy as a horse.”

Dr. Syverson sat back; his brow pushed together. You could practically hear the gears turning behind his forehead. He ran a hand through his beard, which made you notice that he wasn’t wearing a ring. If he wasn’t your doctor, you might have asked him on a date. Had you only met him at a bar instead of his office, and not being his patient. Damn it.

“There is definitely an issue we need to figure out here. I want you to know, miss that I plan on solving this mystery. Please, tell me in your own words what you think is wrong?”

You opened your mouth to explain, but all the sentences you thought of were too embarrassing to say out loud.

“Miss, you can say anything here. Nothing leaves these four walls, I promise you,” dr. Syverson tried to make you feel more comfortable with him with his gorgeous smile. His presence alone was putting you at ease. How did he do it?

“It burns when I’m penetrated,” you confessed.

“Penetrated how? During intercourse or masturbation?”

“I haven’t had sex since this happened. I can barely stuff two fingers in there,” you blurted, turning tomato red, confessing something so private to a total stranger, but it felt great to finally say it out loud, like a heavy stone being lifted from your shoulders.

“How about I take a look? Let me see with my own eyes that you’re ‘healthy as a horse’,” he quoted the old men, making you giggle. “You can leave your trousers and underwear on the bench, and have a seat on the table. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

The dashing doctor left the room while you removed your clothing. Feeling a little self-conscious, as you walked over to the gynaecologist table with the stirrups and sat between them, trying to cover your private parts with your shirt.

Dr. Syverson came back soon with a variety of scented candles in his arms.

“The smell of something nice usually helps my patients to relax a little,” he explained. He held them up for you to choose.

“This one,” you smiled and handed him the one called Ocean Mist.

“Nice choice, that one is my favourite,” the doctor grinned. He set the lit candle on his desk. The scent of a sandy beach and salty ocean soon filled the room. The doctor pulled the ultrasound machine towards you. You leaned back on the table inhaling deeply, willing your abdominal muscles to relax. The sounds of a guitar reached your ears. You watched as he set a portable speaker on the small table next to you.

“I hope you don’t mind a little music,” he said, smiling, while he put on a pair of bright orange gloves.

“I love Metallica, so please keep it flowing.”

“Can you guess the song I’m playing? Put your legs up here for me,” he patted the stirrups.

You lifted your legs, intensely listening to the instrumental version of the song.

“Is it ‘The Unforgiven’?” you asked.

“Correct, you’re good. This is going to be a little bit cold,” he squirted a large amount of gel on the ultrasound wand. He slowly inserted the rod inside you, pushing ever so gently. “How long have you listened to Metallica?”

You winced at the invasion but tried to keep your muscles from tightening around the smooth object. You didn’t see the set jaw on the gorgeous looking doctor. Your sweet scent was tickling his nose and making his mouth salivate by the thought of tasting you.

“Since I was a teenager. I’ve been to at least one concert per tour they’ve done,” you groaned in pain.

“I’m sorry, your right ovary is a little difficult to find. You’re doing great. Your left ovary is the epitome of health. Are you on any kind of birth control?” he asked casually, trying his best to make you feel safe around him.

“N… no… I…” your voice broke, and tears started streaming down your cheeks. Doctor Lucas quickly removed the wand, cleaned it and sat down next to you.

“It’s okay. Let it all out,” he told you softly. Concern for your well being was painted on his chiselled face.

“It’s just that… I haven’t had sex for years, YEARS doc. No man wants a broken woman, especially not a woman that cannot be penetrated without her screaming in pain.”

You babbled so much you forgot that you were in a gynaecologist’s office and not at a psychologist.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to blurt all that out,” you started to blush a crimson red.

Lucas fought hard not to pull you into his arms. His protective instincts were on high alert; he wanted to make you feel safe, make you feel loved. He was cursing the bastards who had hurt you. To him, women were the stronger sex, had to endure more pain than men. Women are precious, made to birth life, made to give love and be loved.

“It’s quite alright. You’ve had a rough time,” he patted your arm, the safest place to touch you and went to get up. “I’m going to feel around to see if there’s something I’ve missed with the ultrasound. What other bands do you listen to?”

You watched as doctor Syverson slapped on another pair of gloves and squirted a smaller amount of gel on his finger, on his long thick finger. You were practically drooling by watching him prepare to examine you.

“Eh… I listen to a little bit of everything,” you said. You laid back down and draped an arm over your eyes. Watching the handsome doctor working was becoming too much for you. He was stirring feelings inside you that you hadn’t felt in a long time, and not in this form or quantity. You had taken a look at his well-proportioned ass when he walked out earlier, and his black trousers did very little to hide his hefty package.

“I’m sorry, but, again, this is going to be a little cold. What was the last song you listened to?” he warned.

It was an erotic scene, watching him standing between your legs, one hand on your belly, while the other was about to enter your most sacred place. You felt him enter. A soft moan escaped your lips.

Lucas’ ears perked. He hadn’t expected to hear that sound coming from your full lips. Had he heard correctly? The little vibration from you sent a jolt straight to the beast he was trying to keep dormant. This wasn’t the first time a woman had moaned while he examined them, but you were different. Another sweet sound reached his ears. You were so responsive to his touch, so open, so reactive. His mind was racing, but one word kept popping up, more.

You had forgotten how to speak, how to form sentences, how to communicate. You could only feel.

“Miss?”

“Hmm?”

“The last song? You listened to,” he didn’t mean to sound so tense, but he had to distract himself, his treacherous mind, he needed to keep the small-talk going, to break the silence. He wanted to kick himself in the balls for thinking about you, while he was fingers deep inside you. His compassionate instinct was winning over his lust.

Stop it, Lucas! You’re a professional. You cannot mess up! You CAN NOT fuck this up! She needs your help. Lord, give me strength.

“Oh...” you murmured, coming back from whatever universe he had sent you to with his finger technique, “Ehm, before the Metallica song in the elevator, I listened to ‘What’s Your Country Song’ by Thomas Rhett.”

“That’s a great song. I like country music.”

“I wouldn’t have guessed you as a country kinda g… GOD!!!” you gasped as he curled his finger, touching the spot.

You released a louder sinful sound, a sound that hadn’t left your lips in a very long time. Lucas watched as your chest was heaving, gasping for air. The room was suddenly suffocating him. He felt like he was burning up from the inside. His breath was hitched, and he couldn’t form a coherent sentence. Why did you have to sound like desire itself?

“Does it hurt when I do this?” he asked, his voice lowering an octave and reduced to a velvety whisper. He hooked his finger once more, listening intensely to the sounds escaping you.

You couldn’t take it anymore. Your eyes rolled back in your head. You lifted your hips, moving your pelvis closer, needing more friction, needing to feel him deeper inside you.

Fuck!

He was watching you, vehemently. A fire was burning deep in his groin, heck even his eyes were flaming. His shoulders moved fastly up and down as he was heaving in the air through his parted lips, he needed oxygen, he needed to control himself. He was scolding himself for feeling like a horny teenager.

“This is… wrong,” he said in a panic. He moved his hand away from you. You wrapped your fingers around his wrist in a fierce grip.

“Please…” you begged, “please don’t stop. I… I haven’t felt like this in a long time. Please, Lucas… I need you… I need you to finish this.”

He could hear the need in your voice. He could smell your arousal. You were clawing your nails into his skin. The look in your eyes was clear that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. The same eyes were shining with unshed tears, begging him for release, and the sound of his name from your lips was making him so close to breaking his resolve.

“I… can’t… you’re my patient,” he groaned, his forehead showing the concerned lines of wrinkles, which made him look even more desirable.

“Can’t you make an exception? Just this once? Please...”

Lucas ran a gloved hand through his short-cropped hair. He turned away from you, needing support for his shaky legs he leaned against the back of his office chair. He was thinking about it, really thinking about it.

“Please, doll. Don’t test me. I’m standing on the edge, and I’m this close to jumping in with both feet. I can lose my career, and I don’t want you to regret this tomorrow.”

You watched as his shoulders sank. You moved off the examination table, pulling the hem of your shirt down to try to cover your nakedness.

“I’m sorry, dr. Syverson. I… I didn’t mean to put you in such a precarious situation,” your voice was small. Your gaze firmly on the wooden floor beneath your feet, you felt so ashamed to have tried to seduce your gynaecologist, who was only trying to help you. Lucas turned around to the sound of your voice breaking, and a little saddened that you started calling him his title again. Your cheeks flushed, your arms wrapped around yourself. You gathered the courage to move towards your clothes.

“Damn it!” he cursed. He moved towards you with the speed of lightning before you could take a single step. His large muscular frame wrapped around you, your head was laying on his chest, listening to the racing of his heartbeat.

“Say ‘you’re fired’,” he ordered, his voice husky and commanding like some kind of army captain, but it was also desperate. Desperate for you not to leave him. Craving your touch. Desiring, longing, yearning, lusting for you. 

Your eyes widened in shock as you processed his words. He heard you gasp as you realised what he was saying.

“Dr. Syverson… you’re fired,” you whispered seductively, although a little shaky too. You watched as the sweet and calm doctor changed before your very eyes.

He clashed his lips with yours in a hungry kiss. He was starving; his only thought was to taste you that was his only goal. Your scent had been making him insane; famished was more correctly described.

While holding you in his arms, he made you move backwards until your bum found the end of the exam table.

His kisses were desperate, and so were you. Your heart felt as if it was about to beat out of your chest. Your breathing was shallow. It was going to happen; it was really going to happen.

He lifted you up and made you sit on the exam table. He parted your legs and went to stand between them. He cupped your face between his warm palms, leaning down to kiss you again. He kissed your jaw and all the way to the shell of your ear.

“Please, don’t regret this,” he whispered and went to touch his forehead against yours.

“I want it, even more than you do,” you answered breathlessly.

With your consent, there was no turning back now.

He devoured your mouth while his hands roamed all over your body. He unbuttoned your blouse while you shoved his white coat to the floor. You pulled at his button-up, buttons were flying everywhere. He shoved your shirt down your shoulders and off your arms before he threw it somewhere behind him. You ran your hands up and down his hairy chest, wanting to feel all of him, not the doctor, but the fine specimen of a man that he was.

He removed your bra with a flick of his fingers. Slowly revealing your breast to him. Your nipples two hard buds, waiting for his mouth to suck, lick, bite, whatever he wanted to do.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered. His voice was desperate, so filled with lust, but also something oh so sweet.

Lucas moved his lips down your collar bone. Feasting on your breast, nibbling at your skin, before he finally went to town with your nipples. With the first touch of his tongue on your left breast, while he pinched the right, you let out a loud guttural sound. Just him playing with your bosom was about to send you over the edge. The coil in your belly was so close to snapping.

“More… Please, Lucas, more,” you whimpered, pushing his head to the place where you needed his mouth the most, right between your thighs.

You heard him chuckle. He gently pushed you down, making sure you were comfortable before he hooked your legs over his shoulders for better access to your glistening desire.

“Fuck…” you mewled. The sight of the mountain man between your legs, the growing bulge in his dark trousers was so erotic you were about to combust. Your sex was on fire.

“Your body is divine, bug. It was made to be worshipped. I want to make the pain go away,” he said softly.

You didn’t get to say a word as his tongue ran along the seam of your wetness, making you shutter from the first contact. His tongue was wide and long, his mouth blowing hot air as he sucked your lower lips gently.

That tongue of his was everywhere, inside you, lavishing you, adoring every centimetre of your flushed skin. You lifted your head to watch him working you into a frenzy, right as he sucked his index finger into his mouth, coating the digit with his saliva.

The pleasure that he was giving you was overwhelming. The moment he pushed his finger inside your womanhood, was like nothing you had felt before. His finger was warm, and it was a whole different feeling than when he was gloved. His tongue darted out to play with the glistening pearl hiding between your lips, sucking in his finger. Your wetness allowed his movements to be smooth and easy, in and out, and he found that spot that made you howl in ecstasy.

“Luc… I’m… I’m so close… FUCK!”

The coil broke, snatched, ripped apart. You weren’t pushed over the edge, you were shoved, hard, and the pleasuring waves kept coming and coming. It felt as if your orgasm was never-ending. You never wanted to come down from that high. It was addictive.

You released your hold of Sy’s head from your thighs, not having noticed you had trapped him. You were panting hard, trying to catch your breath after the tsunami of an orgasm the doctor had given you.

Lucas’ palm covered your cheek, wiping the tears that had fallen from your eyes.

“Did I hurt you, doll?” his face scrunched in concern.

You shook your head, no.

“No… that was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced.”

The smile on Lucas’ face was breathtaking. He was beaming with pride. You watched as he leaned back, noticing he was still wearing his trousers. The apparent bulge in his abdominal area looked painful.

You moved to sit up, motioning for him to stand.

“I want to return the favour,” you told him, unzipping his trousers. You were gentle, as the tent grew more extensive, the more you released his manhood from its confinement. You helped him out of his black boxer briefs and came face to face with the finest cock you had ever laid eyes on. You were drooling, licking your lips, dying to taste him.

“You don’t have to, angel,” he groaned as your tongue darted out to taste the precum leaking from the tip, hearing him growl, a sound coming from deep inside him.

“Please let me, Sy,” you pleaded, taking his length in your hand. You looked up to see Lucas nodding slowly. He groaned in acceptance.

You ran your tongue over your palm to lubricate it. Lucas’ eyes widened to the size of teacups. His cock jolting in excitement, his heart skipping a beat at the erotic scene happening right before him.

One hand touched his hips, moving to the small of his back, to have a grip on his ass, pushing him closer to your face. He filled your hand beautifully with his hardness, yet he was still soft to the touch of your palm. You started moving your hand up, slowly, hearing his gasp was turning you on even more than you already were. You smeared the clear precum around the glans with your thumb. Delicately wrapping your mouth around him. Your lips were stretched to max capacity, a voice in the back of your mind was telling you that you had to be careful not to lock your jaws, but then again you had a doctor right in front of you if the situation should happen.

You languidly moved his member further into your warm mouth, coating him with your saliva. Your tongue gliding over the tip. Lucas released a low moan that sent vibrations through his body. He lifted his face towards the ceiling. Your hand left his ass, moving down his thighs, tickling the backside of his knee, before travelling up the inside of his thigh and gently cupping his balls.

“Fuuuuuuck…” he guttered. You sucked the part that could fit in your mouth in synchronicity with your hand’s movement. He felt the tightening deep within his testicles. The hitching in his breath notified you of his coming release. You led his hands to your scalp, letting his fingers fisting your hair, before giving him a sultry look with his cock in your mouth.

He was grunting hard as he set the pace, while you did your best to keep up with him. Moving his hips, chasing his release inside your mouth. You relaxed your throat, letting him take over. You wanted so much to please him. 

“Fuck, sunshine… I’m so close,” he growled.

“Come in my mouth,” you uttered. It was like something within him snapped the minute you voiced the words. He moved faster, harder, rougher. Until you felt the first spurts of his seed hitting your palate. You swallowed everything he spilt and then licked him clean.

Sy fumbled with his office chair as he sat down with a satisfied hum and pulled you to sit on his lap.

“That was amazing,” he smiled at you, kissing the tip of your nose, your cheek, the corner of your mouth and lastly a lingering kiss on your reddened lips.

“Glad you approve,” you grinned back, “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“About those books,” you pointed towards the books you had peeked at earlier.

“Theses I had to write for med school.”

“Tell me about them while you rest for round two.”

[theonetheycallhannah]

The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Chapter 16: Sit Rep

Characters: Captain Logan “Sy” Syverson, various other original supporting/secondary characters (This includes Sy’s Army Buddies of varying rank as follows: Kevin Kaufmann, Nate Banning, Chad Randall, Matt Styles, Jake Ryburn, and Travis Hodges. I apologize if I’ve mixed up their names anywhere. I just gave them last names and sometimes rank so they could be called something other than their first names for sake of variety! lol!)

Summary: Sy meets up with his Army buddies and they are eager to help.

Romance and Smut Abound HERE!

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Language, firearms, implication of abuse and violence

Author’s Note: Guys, we are getting closer! Our couple will be back together soon! I can’t wait and I know most of you feel the same! I hope the strike team members aren’t too muddled and confusing. If they are, I’m very open to your feedback and suggestions on how to clarify and improve! Thank you to everyone, long time readers, and new fans picked up along the way! I cherish you all, and would never have gotten this far in the story if it wasn’t for each and every one of you! I hope you enjoy the 16th chapter (18th installment…remember when I thought this would just be a few chapters of fluff with a smutty conclusion? Lol!) of The treatment of Captain Syverson.

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Sy sat in his truck in the parking lot of Cade's. He couldn't help but think about the last time he was here. The altercations with Elliott, both inside the bar and outside, the friendships he'd started to build with the other fellas in Shane's work group, the simple way Shane pulled off the elegance of minimalism with her wardrobe and makeup, the ride home…and the night of lovemaking that followed. He had made a mistake. He shouldn't have agreed to come tonight. He was gonna leave. His right hand reached for the keys in the ignition, a firm grip ready to set the engine roaring again, when he was startled by a rap at his window.

Tap-tappa-tap-tap his friend Kevin had just rhythmically knocked with one knuckle on the window. He was smiling and waving exuberantly, like a puppy whose master had just come home.

Sy's scowl softened into a sheepish grin and he knocked back tap-tap.  

Kevin waited near Sy's front fender while he got out of his truck.

"How ya doin' Kevin?" he greeted his old friend warmly.

"Alright, I s'pose! You?"

"Oh…I'm makin' it, I guess. What are you up to these days? Still workin' at the plant?" Kevin had worked for the 3M factory over in Lebanon, Missouri since his last tour. Sy knew if he just got him talking about his life, Sy wouldn't have to give him details about his own, which he was going to avoid like the plague, if he could tonight.

"Yup, I actually just got a promotion. I'm a line manager now." And Sy could barely congratulate him before he started delving into the details as the two men walked into Cade's.

It was already busy, even for a Friday night. But the rest of the guys had already claimed a table between the dart boards and the pool tables, and were working on a couple of pitchers of beer. The two were welcomed warmly and only slightly teased about walking in together.

With the group finally assembled, they began taking turns giving report on their lives. It began with Kevin, who, having already begun with Sy, continued with a brief recap for the others. Sy exhaled with relief when Matt, who was seated on the other side of Kevin piped up to speak next, having recently proposed to his long time girlfriend. They were going to get to him last, if at all. He listened as well as he could as he battled the troubled thoughts in his head by bombarding them with beer. Unbeknownst to him, his friend Nate, who'd organized the gathering, had been observing his behavior with curiosity, and a measure of concern. He didn't let Jake finish talking about his latest dalliance into what they were all sure was a pyramid scheme disguised as direct sales. Even though Jake insisted it was not.

"Well, I'm curious as to why Sy's been so tight-lipped all evening. What's on your mind, Captain?"

"Nothin' Nate. Just enjoying a few beers with old friends." Sy lied, not convincing anyone at the table, least of all Nate, who had been one of his closest friends while they were stationed together.

"If I wanted to hear bullshit, I'd have let Jake keep talking about the Duraplex scam."

"It's not a scam, guys, it's real supplements for busy people!" Jake defended.

"Can it, Hodges. We aren't buying it, and we aren't signing up to sell it, either." Nate focused again on Sy. "Come on, man. You told me on the phone you had a lot going on. What is it? Female troubles?" He snickered, as did the other guys.

Sy looked into his glass, through the foam and into the honey liquid below it with a rueful grin. "In a sense."

He took a huge drink of the beer, five gulps, nearly emptying it, fortifying himself to speak.

"My girlfriend is missing." Everyone froze in position as they processed this.

Half a dozen questions hit his ears at once. Which he could have handled if he hadn't had almost a full pitcher by himself.

He shut them down, and began to tell them the story of how he met Shane and their sort of whirlwind romance. He paused for a moment to pour himself another beer.

"Never heard you talk about a woman like that, Sy." His friend Chad piped up.

"Never felt this way before, man. She's…she's the one."

"You said she was missing, though?" Nate asked, brow furrowed in concern.

Sy continued, talking about their argument, reconciliation, and then his leaving for training, ending his briefing with the phone call he got from Shane's boss.

"That's fucked up, man." Matt said. "What are you gonna do about it?" His worry seemed genuine, as well, as if he was putting himself in Sy's shoes. Sy assumed because he had been in love with Tonya, his now fiancé since they were in high school, even though she didn't come around on him until he came home on leave one holiday weekend.

"I've already gone to the police with my statement and an idea for a prime suspect."

"You think she was kidnapped?" Brad Randall, who was a Sergeant for the Rolla Police Department, inquired.

"I personally have no doubts that she was kidnapped, and I am a hun'ert percent certain it was her shithead ex."

"And you don't think she's just…ghosted you?" Brad prompted. The thought put a painful tightness in Sy's chest, but it passed quickly. He knew she wouldn't do that. And not just to him.

"No way, man. She left her phone. She didn't tell work. She didn't even tell her parents. Shane takes her phone with her from room to room. She's glued to it. She'd never do that to her coworkers, who are practically family, and she'd certainly tell her parents if she was going to leave town for any amount of time. It's just…not her. I know her."

"And who's this ex? What's his deal? Why is he on the short list of suspects?"

"He IS the list, Brad. He was abusive when they were together. And a cheater. And a liar. And he tried to jump me right outside just a few weeks back. Ask Candace. She was behind the bar when he started getting in Shane's face up there. And I'd bet she saw what happened out in the parking lot, too." He gestured to the sporty blonde bartender with a high ponytail and a Cardinal's jersey when he mentioned her, and then pointed toward the windows looking out onto the dozen or more vehicles parked outside.

"Can we do anything?" Kevin asked, clamping a hand on Sy's shoulder.

"Nothin'. But I appreciate the offer, brother." And he returned the contact with a clap to the other man's shoulder.

Nate and Brad exchanged pointed looks, and Nate countered Sy's rejection.

"I wouldn't say THAT, Sy."

"What do you mean?" Sy looked at Nate as if he was pedaling snake oil…or Jake's supplements.

"I think…that we CAN do something. To help you find Shane."

"We all have military experience, and some of us have connections that could be very useful." Added Brad. "I'm on the Force. I can handle getting intel on the guy."

"I'm in to help with transpo." Matt Styles raised his hand to offer up the vehicles in his transportation service, Rydes with Styles. Sy hated when words were misspelled for the sake of gimmicks…but he had to give Matt credit for that one.

"And Travis and I still work at the base. We can arrange gear." Jake added as Travis nodded.

"And whatever else you need, I'm in too." Kevin concluded.

"No way, guys. You can't stick your necks out for me like that. I won't have it."

"Sy…You know I talked to Lopez after that last mission the two of you were on?" Travis met Sy's eye as he spoke. "He said you had your team carry out Kominski's body. And that you took on most of, and then all of his bodyweight, just so Freeman could cover everyone. Said you were hurt, yourself, but helped him, carried him, to your extraction point. Up several flights of stairs."

Sy had no response other than a blank stare. It seemed to say all it needed to, because Travis continued.

"Lopez is alive and the Kominski girls got to say a proper goodbye to David. Plus, that mission WAS a success because you got the target. I know it's still classified, but…I think we all know the significance of what you did by leading that mission. You didn't leave a man, living or dead, behind."

"And we aren't gonna let your girl get left behind, either. We're gonna take that sonofabitch out. Because what do we do?" Nate declared, ending with the call Sy had always used at the end of his mission briefs.

The whole table, including a reluctant Sy, recited “We embrace the darkness and the suffering.”

“And why do we do it?” Nate continued.

“So that our fellow man is free to live in peace." Sy looked around the table at all of these men he had served with, fought with, watched comrades fall with, and fought against tyranny with. He thought most of them could have come up with their own story about his role in their military time, but the mission Travis was talking about outlined what he figured was the most significant sacrifice he had ever made for a teammate.

"Well…I guess we need to come up with a plan, then." Sy smiled and finished off the beer in his glass before laying it out for the others.

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Sy had given them all missions tailored to their own strengths and connections. Brad would gather all the info he could on Elliott. Matt would reserve vehicles. Jake and Travis would procure tactical gear for the team, and Nate…Nate would provide weapons. Pistols and blades. Ammo. Holsters. Even flash grenades and smoke bombs.

Cade's was too public to talk about their plans, so Sy told everyone to rendezvous at his house the very next afternoon. They sat around the patio table on his back deck while they waited for everyone to arrive. Jake was late.

"Well, I guess 'direct sales' waits for no man, and we can't wait for Ryburn anymore. Styles, report?" Sy commenced the meeting.

"I have three Suburbans that are only a couple years old. They're black, discreet, and all glass is tinted within an inch of it's life. Even the license plate covers. I'll make sure they're fueled and ready." Matt stated.

"Aces. Richardson?" Travis spoke up next.

"Yeah, Jake had to go in for a late shift last night after we met, but I talked to him. He's gonna get vests for everyone, eyewear, comms, the whole works. All rated for Black Ops. He told me a bit ago he was following up on a lead and was hoping it would pan out. Said he had a hunch." Travis shrugged, not certain what his friend was up to, but not that concerned.

"Sounds good. Randall?"

"I made up some dossiers for everyone that includes everything I could find on Thomas. He doesn't have a ton of priors. Mostly drunk and disorderly's that were thrown out, because he got the right representation and the wrong judge. He must have someone backing him, because I have no job on file for him. No employer has run a background on him in ten years. Last known address is from six years ago, when he filed a change of address from an apartment in the Cottage Hills complex to…407 Oak Street."

"That's Shane's address." Sy interjected. "He must not have changed it since she kicked him out."

"It seems so. But it's so weird. I don't see any credit cards, online orders, not even a Netflix account on the guy. He's totally fallen off the grid since Shane. I did get into some social media accounts, but he hasn't posted to anything in the last 18 months."

"Really?"

"Yeah, he was posting hot and heavy about this girl, Kara Hutch. 37. Lives over in Waynesville. But his last Facebook status just says, 'What a waste.' and 'feeling betrayed' and that was in February of last year."

"Hmm, do you think--" Sy was interrupted by the unexpectedly loud and abrupt sound of his front door flying open and Aika, with them on the deck, barking like they were about to be murdered. She was ready to kill whatever came through next. The men, all of them battle hardened veterans sporting conceal and carry permits, were out of their seats and in defensive stances in a fraction of a second. Aiming at an unseen enemy. A figure approached in the shadow of Sy's kitchen, arms raised and slowing as it saw several barrels aimed for its head and chest.

"Woah, woah, woah, guys it's me! It's Jake! Stand down!"

"Are you FUCKING INSANE, Corporal!?" Sy asked, reverting to Captain mode. "You just snuck up on and burst in on a group of soldiers. Do you comprehend how close you came to looking more like Swiss Cheese than a man, Ryburn?!" Sy scolded, fire in him rising, but more out of an angry concern for the friend they nearly shot.

"Sorry, sir, err, Sy. I was focused on getting here for my report." Jake said, out of breath.

"Travis already told us about the gear, Ryburn. You didn't need to bust in like that." Nate berated.

"Oh, guys. What I've got is way better than night vision devices. I might have an address for our guy."

"How in seven hells did YOU get an address?" Brad exclaimed, pride wounded as intel was his task.

"I know, dude, that was on you, but…I overheard a conversation when I was doing some work on equipment in the Air Traffic Control tower."

"What could you have possibly overheard in ATC?" Sy was incredulous.

"Do you want me to tell you, or would you like to keep screaming at me?"

Sy called Aika off and let Jake onto the deck, but the German Shepherd was still eyeing the corporal with marked skepticism.

"So I kept hearing this controller talking to the other girl at her station. She kept talking about her boyfriend…whose name was Elliott." Eyebrows went up all around the table. "Yeah, and he fit the description in every way. Physical appearance, textbook narcissism, the works. I went to the personnel office when I got done with the service call and told the attendant that the girl had helped me with my gear and I wanted to send her an email to thank her. She gave me a contact sheet on Sasha King. I looked her up on my lunchbreak, and found some photos of her with a guy I think might be Elliott." Jake showed Sy an image he'd saved to his phone. "Is this him?"

"Yup, that's the guy." Sy's blood was boiling again at the smiles on the couple's faces. He didn't deserve happiness. He didn't deserve a pretty girlfriend. He should die alone, starving for the love he deprived others. "You say you got an address?"

"Yeah, the gal in personnel printed me a full demo sheet. The only thing we don't have is a social." Sy noted the redacted 9-digit code in one corner of the document Jake had handed him. He read out loud. 3502 Highway D. St. Robert, MO.

"You boys feel up to a little recon tonight?" They all nodded, excitedly, patting Jake on the back, and high fiving him in congratulations on the invaluable find. Even Brad commended him on his detective skills and told him he'd have a job on the Force with him if he ever wanted a change. The corporal almost blushed.

The men went back into the house and through the front door to the driveway where they were all parked.

"Jake, you brought all the gear, too?"

"Sure did, Sy. There's vests, belts, NVDs and helmets to mount. There's plenty for everyone." Jake opened the back of his Jeep as if it were a buffet of delicious tactical equipment. Sy found among the gear a large case and opened it out of curiosity. A sound amplifier with headphones. That was going with him, as it appeared there was only one.

"I'll outfit everyone with guns and ammo later. But here are some tac knives, and three of each diversionary devices for each member of the team." Nate passed out packs with the blades, smoke grenades, and flash bombs.

"Okay, rendezvous at Matt's shop at 1800. We'll go over some procedures for the evening and get set up with the rest of our weaponry then. Okay?" General nods of ascent and "mmhmms" in confirmation of the plan came from the men. Sy continued, "Maybe get some rest between now and then. I don't know how long this is going to take."

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Sy got to Matt's a little early. 1730. Nate showed up about ten minutes later and pulled in next to Sy, leaving the rear doors accessible to arm the team. The men got out of their vehicles and began double checking Nate's inventory.

"Nervous?" Nate said after exchanging the usual pleasantries.

"I didn't think I was. But just now, I got to thinking about what that…monster is doing to the love of my life. What he's putting her through, if he's even let her live. What are we going to come across when we get to this place?"

"You can't think like that. She's not Schrödinger's cat. You have to be positive here. This mission depends on your strength as a leader. You're gonna do great. And Shane is gonna be fine. We all will. Have a little faith, man." Nate patted Sy on the back in encouragement. Sy appreciated it. But he thought he might have to compartmentalize, instead. Think of this as just another mission. Forget that Shane was involved. Even if it wasn't healthy, it might at least be helpful.

Matt arrived soon after and waved at the two men as he pulled in on the other side of Nate. He got out and greeted his friends, all of them shooting the breeze and enfolding the others into the conversation as they got there. Kevin was the last to arrive, just before 1800, when the briefing commenced.

"So," Sy began, more timidly than was his usual way. "First, guys, I wanna say, I appreciate y'all so much for doing this. For putting in the time and the resources to help me and Shane. I owe y'all more than I can repay, but that doesn't mean I won't try. Within reason." He grinned and his friends chuckled.

"Now, we've got the comms set up. We'll be in each other's ears, so we can report in real time. I've looked up an aerial view of the farm on Google Earth, and there should be good cover for surveillance with the sound equipment and NVDs. I'll take point, Nate, you and Matt are with me. Kevin, you and Brad will flank the property on the left, Travis and Jake are going right. I'm hoping this will just be recon, but if I get wind of something I don't like, I may call for the strike. You guys will report anything you think looks fishy, and I will make that call with the intel I'm given. Now. When and if I make that call, we're gonna aim for disorientation and soft incapacitation. If you don't have to kill, don't. I don't know how much help this bastard has, but I know it would have taken several to take down Shane. It's not that I think any of them deserve to be spared, but…I don't want us to break up any families. We don't need the weight on our already heavy souls." War had changed them all, and Sy didn't want to make any more widows. "We good?"

Nods of approval from the men made Sy think he was looking at a military bobble head collection. He stifled a smile.

"Alright, lets get armed and ready, then Matt can take us to our chariots."

They were all mostly suited up, black or dark colors were the general uniform. They were ready for whatever might happen. As Nate handed out guns and ammo, the men examined their clips, loaded their guns, and put them in their holsters until needed…they hoped they wouldn't be.

When they were all set, they followed Matt to the huge garage he kept his fleet in.

Although, "garage" didn't quite do the building justice. It was actually an airplane hangar that Matt got for a good price when the local airline went under. He'd made a loft in it with a ramp so there was extra room for smaller vehicles like his town cars. The limos, SUVs, and the stretch Hummer were on the lower level. He had a separate space outside for the two party busses and the RV, protected from the elements by large carports.

Matt went to grab keys from the lock box as the men gathered near the Suburbans. Sy was getting angsty. Moment of truth was here.

"Okay," Matt jingled two sets of keys in his hands. "Who's driving?"

Kevin deferred to Brad without contest, but Jake and Travis were bickering over the question between them.

"Grow up or get married already." Sy chided. "Jake, you got the good intel for us yesterday. You drive."

Travis was mildly crestfallen, but Jake was stoked and he caught the keyring Matt tossed him.

"You wanna drive, Captain?" Matt offered Sy the last set of keys.

"No, Matt. You're driving our group. I'll take shotgun though."

And the seven men got into the vehicles as if they were mounting horses, headed into the sunset.

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Over the comms on the way, Sy addressed the team. "Okay, there's a large outbuilding near the road, guys. Pull off the driveway and park behind that structure. Hopefully they'll hide the vehicles from the main house. Bravo and Charlie teams, you let Alpha team get in place before you take your positions."

"Roger that, Captain." Kevin said in the headset.

"We copy." Travis answered for himself and Jake.

The first phase of the mission went perfectly. Sy, Nate, and Matt were in position, and Sy had set up the sound amplifier, aiming it at the house, headphones on. When the other teams were in position, Matt reported to Sy, since he was getting feedback using the earpiece and the headphones for the amp at the same time.

"Bravo and Charlie teams are in place, Captain."

"Great. Sit Rep?"

"All's quiet so far. Wait. Headlights coming up the drive." Each team tried to make themselves as small and low as possible so as not to draw attention to their presence. Sy had been getting nothing but crime show drivel from the TV in the house since he got here.

A petite but curvy brunette got out of the white Honda Civic and stomped into the house.

"Hey babe." Elliott's unmistakable voice rang in Sy's ear. And he was filled to bursting with rage all over again.

"What the fuck, Elliott? I've been trying to call you for hours! What the hell have you been doing?"

"Oh, I was charging my phone in the bedroom. What's going on?"

"That Captain Syverson your little pet was banging? I found out today that he's back in town. Has been for a few days."

"Shit. Shit!!! SHIT!!!"

"Yeah, so…if he isn't already, it won't be long before he starts trying to find her."

"But…how could he? Even if he thought it was me, I have no official ties to this place, or even you!"

"Flattering."

"You know what I mean."

"Whatever, but I'd get rid of her ASAP. This guy is NOT someone you wanna piss off, Elliott."

"I'll bring the guys in. We'll take care of it. Tonight."

Sy cussed in a loud whisper. He wanted to rip Elliott apart with his bare hands. Nate asked him what was wrong, but Sy held up a hand for him to remain quiet because he heard the scumbag inside on the phone.

"Yeah, it's me. Listen, change of plans, we need to do this tonight. Get everyone out here. Yes, immediately. There's a…potential complication. We need to take care of her before it becomes more. Yeah, she's weak, but I'm still gonna wait until you guys get here. She's still got some fight in her. She about took Jackson's eye out yesterday when he was  down there. He's got some wicked scratches on his face. I think he made her regret it, though." Elliott laughed with evil mirth. Sy was furious. He reckoned God Himself might have a time pulling him off that degenerate before he made him unrecognizable as a human man. Once he started punching him, he might not be able to stop.

When Elliott signed off, Sy pulled the earphones down onto his neck. He looked at Matt and Nate.

"He's planning something with Shane and has called in reinforcements. It sounds like he means to take her somewhere else, and it didn't sound like it was gonna be pretty. I think we need to go in now."

"Shit. Okay." Matt responded. Sy put his earpiece in and called on the rest of the team.

"Bravo and Charlie, do you copy?"

"Bravo copies." Kevin reported back.

"Charlie copies. Go ahead, Alpha." Travis cleared.

"Listen, boys. We need to go in, and we need to make it quick. Here’s the situation. We have one male and one female assailant inside the domicile, and an undetermined number of additional combatants en route to reinforce the enemy's line. We have one target. A female prisoner, presumably in the basement, given verbiage used in the communication I intercepted. Alpha team will make our priority extraction. Bravo, you will subdue the male assailant and then maintain sentry position on the lookout for more unfriendlies. Charlie team, you will clear the second level of the house and subdue the female combatant. She is a soldier, so proceed with extreme caution. Once the area is secure, drivers, go and retrieve the vehicles. We are gonna need to get out of here quick, or else things might go tits up. I'm concerned we'll lose the advantage of numbers if we wait too long. Are we clear?"

"Copy that, Alpha leader."

"Roger. On your count, cap."

Sy took a deep breath. Thought to himself "Shane. I'm on my way, baby!" He saw red, then. And called for the charge, out of the darkness, and into the farmhouse. To an uncertain outcome.

Up Next: Chapter 17-Gait Training

[cynic-spirit]

The Word Series

After the unexpected and encouraging response on my John Wick fiction, “The Poem Series” I am beginning to write a new series. “The Word Series” based on Captain Syverson. It will progress slow like the poem series. I will update it daily as I am currently writing it down and have written 15 chapters. I will begin it as soon as The Poem series is finished, which is in a week. 

Thanks to @rmtndew​‘s syverson image, I had to change my character just because I want to write for this bespectacled hottie now. 

Please let me know if you are interested to be tagged. 

                                                         SNEAK PEAK

Her position shifted. She was visibly nervous now, as if she had something she was not supposed to say. Before Syverson could say anything, she said

Thank you again Sy. I….appreciate your help.

Immediately she left leaving a very confused Sy behind. Wait, she did not tell her name either. Sy watched her as she hurriedly walked away in the direction of the town.

[cynic-spirit]

New chapter updated

The Word Series Masterlist

The Word Series (1) – Absquatulate

The Word Series (2) - Ephemeral

The Word Series (3) Serendipity

The Word Series (4) - Vellichor

The Word Series (5) - Kairos 

The Word Series (6) -  Forelsket

[sillyrabbit81]

Milestone Celebration Part 2: Lookout

Deleted scenes from Lookout

Summary of Original Fic: You and Sy have been married for ten years. About 18 months ago you split up to protect yourself and your two boys after he refused to get help with his issues. Sy agreed to get help and it seems to have worked and now he wants to get back together. He recently got back from a 12 month deployment and you decide to go on a date to see if you can reconcile.

Pairing of Original Fic: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 900

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst

Authors Note: These snippets will be presented pretty much as I left them, incomplete and unedited. I’m bloody nervous about posting these, I guess because they are so unpolished, so please be gentle with me!

This story doesn't have so many rewrites but, it kept veering ways I didn't want it to go so these are the parts I took out to keep the tone of the story and characters consistent.

Masterlist

Milestone Celebration Masterlist

Original fic link: Lookout

Snippet One

You do know what you need, but you can’t ask for it, it would be impossible. No one can promise that it will never happen again, that he will never shut you and the kids out, and it wasn’t fair of you to ask him to. You look down at your summer wedge heel sandals, distracted by a small chip in the pale pink polish on your big toe. “I don’t know what else there is to even try.”

“So what?” Sy’s voice is hard with a venomous edge. You look up and see the anger in his stance. “Is this over then? Is it pointless to even try?”

You have no answer. Maybe it is hopeless, but the thought of never being kissed by Sy again, never waking up with him again, never holding his hand again, fills you with so much grief you have to look away again.

“Don’t do that,” Sy says, closing the distance between you. “Sugar, look at me. We’ve gotta…” he hesitates as you turn your face back to him and whatever he reads in your expression isn’t good. “Shit.”

“Sy, I…” you start, but he interrupts you.

“Just tell me if I’m wastin’ my time here,” he says with a spitefulness that nearly breaks you. “Just be goddamn honest with me, woman. Do you even wanna be together, or is all this because you don’t have the goddamn guts to tell me you don’t love me anymore? Because if ya don’t, then this is just fuckin’ cruel.”

You feel stunned. You don’t know if you want to scream at him or burst into tears. You clench your jaw, and feel your chin start to wobble as you breath roughly through your nose. You don’t want him to see you cry, but you don’t think you can stop the tears.

Snippet Two

You wish you could see his face clearer, so you had some idea what he was thinking, but it’s so dark on the porch.

Sy goes still, he doesn’t move for a few seconds, and all you can hear is the sound of his hard breaths and your heartbeat in your ears. He slowly brings his forehead to yours while his hand slips under your shirt and he traces your spine with a gentle finger. He makes you shiver again and he growls, “I love you.”

He waits, but you don’t say it back, you can’t.

“I wanna come home, Sugar,” Sy says. Before you can reply, he kisses your cheek gently. As he speaks he keeps kissing you, inching closer to your mouth and his voice is just as tender as his lips. “I want that more than I want to sleep with you. I wanna be home with you, with the boys. Even if ya never touch me again, that's ok, I just wanna be there.”

Snippet Three

“Did I say that?” You vaguely see Sy nod. “I guess I’ve changed my mind.”

“You can’t resist me, is what you’re tryin’ to say,” Sy teases, rolling his hips as he kisses your neck. His mouth is hot, his lips are firm and urgent as he sucks hard at your skin.

“Sy,” you whine, “Stop being a dick and take my pants off.”

“Fuck, woman,” Sy growls in your ear, then sinks his teeth into your ear lobe.

Sy moves you like a rag doll, sliding an arm under your back, forcing you to upright just long enough to pull your shirt off before you flop back on the mattress. Then his hands are at the waistband on your pants and you hear him grunt as he pulls them down your legs. You expect him to lay back over you, but you feel Sy move his weight and the room is suddenly bright.

“Sy!” you cry, squashing your face up and covering your eyes with your arm.

Sy chuckle’s and you feel his hands on your knees as he slowly spreads your legs apart. Cautiously you remove your arm and watch as Sy slides his hands firmly down your thighs.

“I wanted to see you,” Sy says, sucking his lower lip into his mouth. He continues the path of his hands over the sides of your hips before he settles on your waist. “What’s the point of havin’ such a hot wife if I don’t get to look at her?” he grins at you, and you see the mischievous lust in his eyes.

“I love how fuckin’ wet you get for me.” He flattens his hand over you, pressing the heel of his palm against your clit and thrusting two fingers straight into your core.

“Please Sy,” you say as you rock against his hand. You have missed this, missed his rough touch, missed the way he made you feel both beautiful and dirty at the same time. “Please just fuck me.”

Snippet Four

“I didn’t think I’d ever be with you again,” Sy murmurs. You know he doesn’t mean it as a rebuke, but you can’t help feeling like it is.

“I’m sorry,” you say, not surprised when you hear your voice waiver. Sy looks down at you alarmed, and lifts your chin to see your face better.

“You ain’t gonna cry are ya, Sugar?” he asks, as he gently wipes below your eyes. “I didn’t mean it was your fault or nothin’.” He chuckles without any real humour and adds, “I thought I’d fucked up too bad.”

[wondersofdreaming]

Keepsake

Characters: Captain Syverson x female reader (3rd person)

Word count: 1.827

Warnings: Death, loss, hopelessness, light cursing, sadness, melancholy, grief, heartache, mourning.

Author’s note: This story was inspired by the song 'Everglow' by Coldplay.

Do me a favour and listen to the song, while reading this, I'll link to the different versions, depending on your mood.

Everglow (original) by Coldplay

Everglow (acoustic) by Coldplay

Everglow (instrumental) by Alexandre Pachabezian

The links are for Spotify, if they don't work try this link for YouTube

I do not own any characters in this short story, except the wife, son and Elijah Reed, who are figments of my imagination.

A massive, MASSIVE, thank you to my beloved angel, @radaofrivia, for giving me the idea from just a few thoughts, for sitting through with me while I wrote this, for giving me advice and for just being there.

Please check out her stories right here: RADA'S MASTERLIST

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(Young Syverson, picture credit to @killjoy-assbutt-1112 - find it here)

Oh, they say people come Say people go This particular diamond was extra special And though you might be gone And the world may not know Still I see you, celestial

Lyrics are from Everglow by Coldplay.

The looming grey clouds were moving closer towards him. He could hear the distant sounds of the rumbling thunder. Before long it started to rain and lightning lit up the entire house. The dirt road was flooded in no time, giving the crops the liquid nourishment they needed.

The former army captain was restless. It was on days like these he missed him, more than anything else in the world. He couldn’t sit still and had planned on working on the house, but the coming storm was putting a stop to that. Instead, he sat on the porch swing he built with Elijah when Lucas bought the house.

The Syversons had moved to their farm when Lucas was 4. A few days into the move, their neighbours had stopped by with some casserole, and to welcome them to their community. Mr and Mrs Reed also had a son who was a few months younger than Luc. Elijah had hidden behind his mother’s leg, a little shy, but with some encouragement he greeted Lucas.

“I’m Lucas, but my baby sister can’t say it yet, she keeps babbling Luc, so if it’s easier, you can call me Luc too.”

“I’m Elijah.”

Sy remembered he was trying so hard to pronounce his new friend’s name. He smiled at the memory, the name had been permanent in Lucas’ mind, only using Elijah, when he was mad at him or thinking he was about to do something stupid, which he did often.

“Lija, wanna play?” Lucas asked awkwardly.

“What?” Elijah looked profoundly confused. “I… don’t know.”

“Go on, son. It’s okay,” Mr Reed tried to encourage him.

“Come with me, Lija. I wanna show ya somethin’.”

Lucas had shown Elijah his new toy tractor that his parents had given him for his birthday. The two young boys had played together, and before long were inseparable.

A round yellow object in the palm of his hand. He was fiddling with it. The coin was always in his pocket, so he could keep his best friend close to him at all times. It was an old arcade coin that you could plot into any machine and play one game.

The two best friends had each gotten a dollar’s worth of coins, but the man at the ticket booth had miscounted, so Sy had gotten an extra coin, which the two friends had fought over during their time in the arcade. Lucas being the protector he was, lost to Elijah on purpose, so his friend won the coin.

“I’ll savour it, it’s going to be my lucky coin!” Elijah has announced.

Syverson swung the porch swing with his booted foot. He stared at the coin, wondering why he had been the lucky one. Luc shook his head faintly, his face full of pain and sorrow.

The coin became a thing that decided their fate. When the boys couldn’t agree on something, they would flip the coin. The picture side was heads and the text ‘No cash value’ side was tails. It might have been worth nothing, but it was a priceless item to the two friends.

“Heads: I ask her on a date, tails: you ask her,” Elijah flipped the yellow coin and covered the back of his hand as it landed. The two teenagers looked over at the brunette cheerleader, who was laughing with her friends. Prom was upon them and they both wanted to ask her. Elijah lifted his hand, it was heads.

The dumb coin was always on Elijah’s side. Lucas let out a soft laughter of the memory. Elijah’s face had been priceless, Sy wished he had taken a picture of it. It had been Elijah’s first kiss that night.

When Lucas decided to enlist, Elijah followed him, even with a lot of arguing against it from Sy’s side. He didn’t want his best friend anywhere near a warzone but in the end, he was glad that Lija was there with him through every hardship during training, when they lost people on their team, when they had to carry the dead back to base, it was better to have a friend by your side and share the pain with.

It didn’t take Syverson long to rank up and become captain. He ended up leading a large group of soldiers in a village in Iraq, with Elijah as his lieutenant, he felt like he could conquer the world.

During one of their trips home, Sy had bought a house he wanted to renovate, maybe start a family in. Elijah had spent every moment he could, helping Lucas with the house. It had made them closer as friends, and they had heartfelt talks about their future. Elijah wanted to come home and help his ailing parents with the farm, maybe get into breeding horses, preferably racehorses. Sy hadn’t thought of his future in that sense by then. He just wanted to relax, drink beer and ride his motorcycle.

There was hardly a moment in Lucas’ life where Elijah wasn’t a part of it. Elijah was his best friend, and if he had to be a little girly, they were BFFs. His best friend’s presence had made every moment special, made them better. It was the hardest part, to not have Elijah by his side anymore. He missed Elijah’s silly, huge and sometimes irritating grin, which somehow made the world seem a bit brighter during the dark times. Elijah made his life easier… he just made it better to have a friend to share everything with.

His heart had broken in a million pieces when the building collapsed on top of his best mate.

“Captain, we need a scouting team. I’m taking three soldiers towards those buildings and see if there are enemies up ahead,” Elijah had suggested.

“Lieutenant, I make the orders here. I’m going,” Lucas commanded.

“Heads or tails, Luc,” Elijah picked out the coin from his breast pocket.

“This is no time for such thing, Lija,” the captain grumbled.

“This is the perfect time, Luc. We promised that whenever we couldn’t agree on something, we would use the coin. So, heads or tails, captain Syverson.”

“Heads.”

The coin had landed on the tails side. Lucas had cursed the coin, fuck, shit, crap, dammit!

“It’s my turn to protect you, Luc. I’m not the scrawny little kid anymore, let me show you!”

Elijah had gathered three soldiers and run between two concrete buildings with a big smile on his face. Sy would never forget the smile. It was a grin of pride and determination. And it was the last time Lucas would ever see his best friend.

Moments later a huge explosion shook the ground they were standing on. Sy watched with horror as the buildings collapsed, trapping Elijah and his team. What they didn’t know then was that the impact with the concrete walls had killed him instantly.

The rest of the soldiers watched as their captain went on his knees. Utter despair and anguish plastered on his face, tears about to escape the corners of his eyes. The usual strict army captain, the man with the muscles, the tough guy who could break you with a stare, was breaking down.

“Lija…” he whispered into the dust-filled space, his voice breathless like somebody knocked the air out of his lungs.

At night he had screamed in pain of the loss of his most beloved friend. His days were filled with hopelessness as he prepared to fly home with Elijah’s corpse in a coffin. The nights only brought nightmares, so he started writing a letter to his best friend and thinking of how to tell Elijah’s parents.

“Dear Lija. I can’t believe you’re… Shit, I can’t even write the word. Just a four-letter word, and yet I can’t fucking write it down on a piece of paper. I wish I could have taken your place, man. It should have been me. I hate you for forcing me to pick a side on that stupid coin. I hate you for being so brave. I hate you for wanting to protect me. Fuck you for dying. Fuck you for leaving me. Here. All alone. What about your parents? How am I going to tell them that you’re… how am I going to face them? You are and will always be my best friend. I wish you could go back to your parent’s farm on your own two legs, not in a fucking box. I miss you, Lija. You’re the closest thing to a brother I will ever get. So rest in peace and keep the seat next to you warm, I’ll see you on the other side. - Luc.”

Lucas had sneaked the letter into Elijah’s breast pocket of his uniform before they had shut the coffin. The coin that Elijah had on him, had been put in a plastic bag with the rest of his belongings, prepped to be given to his next of kin, his parents. But Lucas took the yellow token. He needed a memento to remember his best friend by, something that he could keep with him always. A keepsake.

It had taken every ounce of courage for Lucas to step up to the front door of the Reed’s farmhouse. A house he was so familiar with and had so many adventurous sleepovers in Elijah’s space-themed bedroom. He could smell Mrs Reed’s famous peanut brittle, making it harder for him to knock, but he did it anyway. Standing there in his military uniform, he told the two people, who had acted as a second set of parents to him, that their only son had died heroically in battle. Lucas stood frozen, watching them mourn the loss of their son. He was about to step away to give them space, but Mrs Reed grabbed his wrist and brought him into the hug.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect him,” he pleaded, his voice breaking slightly.

“Was he in pain?” Mrs Reed asked, breaking Lucas’ heart all over again.

“No, ma’am. It happened really fast.”

Sy fiddled with the arcade coin. Having zoned out the thunder, not noticing the storm had come and gone. The sun was slowly setting on the horizon. It was a peaceful ending to an emotional day.

A loud wailing came from inside the house. The front door opened and out came his beautiful wife with their young son in her arms. His face was stained in tears. The tiny boy reached towards his father the minute he saw him. In his father’s arms was the only place the boy was happy and content. Sy’s face broke into a happy grin at the sight of his son. His tiny fingers trying to grab the coin in the former captain’s hand.

“This,” Sy showed it to his son, “will be yours when you’re old enough not to eat it.”

He chuckled at the frustrated look on the boy’s face. Sy kissed the top of his son’s head.

“I love you, Elijah.”

[wondersofdreaming]

Let me blow your mind

Characters: Captain Syverson x female reader

Word count: 793

Warnings: *MATURE CONTENT*. Breeding kink of some sort. Smut. Oral. Just plain cuteness towards the end.

Author’s note: The third part of ‘You make me wanna make a baby’ and ‘Locked, loaded, shoot my shot tonight’, which was originally requested by @cheyentjj

The title is borrowed from a line in the chorus from the song ‘Blow’ by Ed Sheeran feat. Chris Stapleton & Bruno Mars.

I do not own any of the characters in this short story besides the reader, who is a figment of my imagination.

Tag: @littlefreya @sciapod @katerka88 @mitzwinchester​ @hell1129-blog @mary-ann84​ @henry-cavlll​ @trippedmetaldetector​ @luclittlepond​ @iloveyouyen​

[PART ONE] [PART TWO]

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After the nightclub, Sy had been determined to get you pregnant. Through the following months he made sure that you were breeding like rabbits when you were ovulating, and when you were not.

You loved, loved, the trying. Sy was such an attentive boyfriend. He worshipped every centimetre of your body.

It didn’t take long for you to get pregnant. You had a feeling that you had in fact gotten pregnant the evening at the nightclub, right in the middle of the dancefloor, with a hundred people surrounding you, while Sy was fucking your brains out.

Now, eight and a half months later, there you were at the hospital, in labour, with Sy between your legs, his beard scratching your thighs as his tongue were teasing your second set of lips.

His tongue was doing wonders to your aching pussy. Teasing your clit, licking up against your centre, darting his tongue inside only to retract and start the annoying process of slowly building up your pleasure coil.

“Sy… please stop teasing,” you moan. You couldn’t reach him because of your baby bump, but you locked your thighs around his head instead, as to tell him to help his girlfriend, who was about to give birth to his child, release some natural pain killers.

You heard him chuckle before he, finally, started taking the job of getting you off seriously.

He flattened his tongue on your clit, which made you shudder in excitement. You felt him humming into your slit as he used long languid strokes just the way you liked it.

Sy used his thumbs to rub the outside of your folds. He gently bit your inner thigh and licked the spot to soothe it. He dove back to your clit and used the tip of his tongue to flick the cherry.

His lapping, more like slurping, at your core and your moans were the only sound that could be heard in the hospital room.

You clenched your hands in the sheets, so, so, oh so close.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you whined. Your hips bucking upwards, wanting to be closer to his face, his tongue, just wanting release. Sy rubbed the globes of your ass-cheeks, moving one hand closer to your slit, slowly pushing in a thick finger. He curled his finger inside you, knowing exactly what he was doing, finding that spot that made you explode. Your orgasm surged through your body like a tsunami. You called out his name, moaning loudly. Your legs were shaking and your bottom half collapsed back on the bed.

Sy kissed your thighs and moved up towards your belly. You watched as he told your unborn child to hurry up, while his beard was glistening with your juices.

“Feel better?” He asked and put his massive hands on top of your protruding tummy.

“Mmm, that was incredible. You blew my mind.”

“Yeah, it felt like you released just as much juice as when your water broke back home.”

You slapped his muscular bicep as he snickered at his own dumb joke. He rolled down your hospital gown to cover your private parts.

The nurse and midwife had given you an hour together, having told you that an orgasm could help you feel less pain from the contractions, and Sy had gone straight to work the minute they had closed the door.

“Welcome to the world, son. I am going to teach you everything you need to know, like how to treat a lady, how to be a real southern gentleman, how to ride a truck, how to ride a horse, and when you’re old enough, I’ll teach you how to gush down a beer without getting sick. I’ll teach you how to fight, just in case someone punches you first. I’ll teach you how to use your charm to let your mother forgive you quicker when you’ve screwed up. Son, I am going to yell at you, I’ll put you in timeout, scold you when you’ve been bad, and I will be very stern with you, when you don’t listen to me, but know that I’m not doing it to be the bad guy or because I don’t love you. Because, son, I love you and your momma more than anything in this world. I’ll protect you, I’ll take care of you, and if I could, I would shield you from all the terrible things that are happening in the world, but you need to see both the beauty and ugly that this planet has to offer. But I promise to be fair, I promise to treat you to ice creams, and I promise to teach you how to cook, especially how to barbecue, and I definitely promise to always be there for you.”

[wondersofdreaming]

Locked, loaded, shoot my shot tonight

Characters: Captain Syverson x female reader

Word count: 871

Warnings: *MATURE CONTENT* NSFW. Read at your own risk. You have been warned.

Author’s note: The second part of ‘You make me wanna make a baby’, which was originally requested by @cheyentjj​​ - part three ‘Let me blow your mind’

The title is borrowed from a line in the chorus from the song ‘Blow’ by Ed Sheeran feat. Chris Stapleton & Bruno Mars.

@littlefreya​, @onlyhenrys​, @sciapod​, @dancingwendigo​ were the ones that wanted a part two. Now if you’ll excuse me, I am going to splash some very cold water in my face and pour myself a stiff drink.

I do not own any of the characters in this short story besides the reader, who is a figment of my imagination.

Tag: @littlefreya​​​ @sciapod​​​ @katerka88​​​ @mitzwinchester​​​ @hell1129-blog​​​​ @mary-ann84​​​​ @henry-cavlll​​​ @trippedmetaldetector​ @luclittlepond​

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“Then let’s go home and put a baby in me.”

You watched as Sy’ smile widened. His large hands moving from your hips to the side of your breasts. You could feel the warmth of his palms seeping through the thin material of your dress.

The people around you were grinding against each other. The crowd was moving closer and closer together, if Sy hadn’t been there, standing in front of you with his broad shoulders, holding you close to his chest, you might have felt claustrophobic. You couldn’t move away from the spot, no matter how much you pushed and pulled. You looked up at Sy, whose eyes were filled with sexual lust, it was oozing out of him.

You felt the teasing side of you spur back up. You always wanted to have sex in public, why not here? Couples around you were moving their hips together, grinding sensually, some were making out, they were nearly having sex on the dance floor. Your smile widened and you moved his hand up to your mouth, slipping his index finger inside and swirled your tongue around, coating it with your saliva. You heard him groan, the deep sound sending shock waves straight to your core.

Sy removed his finger, moving his hand straight to the hem of your dress. He snapped your panties off and put them in his pocket. His slick finger spreading your arousal around your folds before he slipped inside. You moaned into his chest, wanting him to move, go deeper.

“Sy, more please,” you whimpered as you spread your legs a little further apart. He rested his face at the junction of your neck and shoulder before he pushed a second finger inside your tight walls. His left hand kneaded your breast, his lips nipping at your skin, as his fingers moved in and out of you.

“Fuck, doll. You’re so fucking wet,” his voice was barely a whisper. You clenched around his fingers. His thumb rubbing the bundle of nerves that made your thighs tremble. You were oh so close, but Sy knew how to tease you till all your muscles were straining, you wanted to reach the peak.

You reached between the two of you to trace the outline of his bulge. The jeans were stretched to maximum capacity. He moved his groin at your touch. A low growl coming from deep in his throat. Your other hand was holding on to his sculpted bicep, needing something to ground you, as he curled his thick fingers inside you, hitting the spot that made you see sun, moon, and stars, that made the world around you start spinning. Your cries were muffled by his t-shirt.

You let out a soft satisfied hum. Your mind coming back from the high you had just experienced. Sy removed his fingers, licking them clean.

“You taste like the sweetest honey I’ve ever had,” he grumbled. You giggled and moved to pull his zipper down. A devilish grin on your face, as you reached inside his jeans and your thumb grazed the tip of his cock. Sy moved to cup your ass and lifted you. You wrapped your legs around his hips, his hard shaft pressing against your dripping folds. Your arms around his thick neck.

“I want you,” you whispered. He lifted you, your core grazing his throbbing cock. The tip sliding inside you, stretching your walls so delicately, he sank further into your heat but moved oh so achingly slow. He fitted perfectly inside you as he buried himself to the hilt. You leaned your forehead on his shoulder as lust filled every single cell in your body. You felt his length move inside you slipping almost all the way out before he slammed himself back. A loud gasp left your lips. You looked around, nobody was noticing the two of you, too busy in their own bubbles to care what you were doing.

Sy crashed your lips together as he moved his hips to the beat of the music. Increasing his moves and slowing down when the music did the same. He was teasing you, prolonging your coupling, extending your pleasure. His tongue wrestling with yours for dominance. You could feel his heartbeat pounding in his chest. You were tired of his teasing and moved your face closer to his ear.

“Fill me up, captain. Give me all you’ve got. Put a baby in me,” you whispered and tugged his earlobe between your teeth. You heard him groan and increased his movements. The thrill of getting caught, the way he was hitting your spot every single time escalated your arousal. The coil in your belly snapped as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. Sy let out a grunt as you felt him explode inside you, filling you with his thick load. Your lips were parted as you both panted at the intoxicating experience you just had.

Your eyes were glazed over by ultimate satisfaction. Your knees would have given out beneath you had Sy not been holding you up. He held you in the middle of the dance floor in his big and strong arms, while rocking to the new slower song, consumed by your presence.