#it's all tiku's fault

[star-trekkin-across-theuniverse]

Nostalgia

a/n: this is all @bolontiku’s fault. Blame her. It’s been a while since I watched The Losers so... mistakes are mine, but I also think Jake Jensen is a soft, romantic at heart who covers by being a goofball. word count: 1765

tags: @tiku-tiku, @rampant-salamander

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15 years ago…

You thumped your head against your locker, once, twice. The third time you tried, your head landed in someone’s hand. You opened your eyes, and looked over to see who was trying to save you from yourself.

“Jake, let me concuss myself into a coma. There’s no hope,” you pleaded. He gave you that awkward smirk of his, and shook his head.

“No way. I have an essay due in Lit and I need your help,” he laughed. You sighed heavily and stared him down. The smirk softened, and his head dipped. And then the bastard looked up through his puppy-dog eyes, magnified by his glasses. “Please?”

XXX

You were sitting at a table in the library, stepping Jake through his essay. 

“I don’t get it, Jake. You’re so smart. Why are you struggling with this?” He knew the material, and he had no issue when it came to writing, so you were at a loss. He shrugged.

“I can’t organize my thoughts the way I’m supposed to?”

A trio of popular girls sat at the table opposite you, and opened their textbooks. One of them noticed you, and gestured to the girl nearest you. She turned in her chair and tilted her head.

“Why are you hanging out with this loser? I mean it? You could be so cool, you could hang out with us, come to all the good parties?” She pointed her pencil at Jake when she said loser. You furrowed your brow, and looked between her and Jake.

“Jake’s nice,” you answered.

“So am I?” she retorted.

“No, Crystal. You’re not.” You looked over at Jake, who was blushing. You weren’t sure if it was from the hurt of being insulted or from your compliment. “You’re killing math this year, can you help me? Maybe after school?”

You tried not to notice as the trio slammed their books closed and stormed out of the library. Jake rubbed the back of his neck.

“You just committed social suicide,” he commented. You took in his concerned features. He’d grown tall in the last year, and the rest of him hadn’t quite caught up, so he was still a little gangly, but you could see that his shoulders were starting to broaden. He’d always been a cute kid, right from when you met in grade two. You’d always thought it was the glasses that softened him from a normal kid to adorable, but taking in the features of his face, you second-guessed yourself. Jake was actually turning into a really handsome guy. More importantly, you’d been friends since boys had cooties.

“As if I care. My entire goal in life is to leave this shithole town. Help me with Math. I’ll get you through Lit. You can take me to prom, and then we’ll be done with this place,” you said.

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You weren’t sure what you were doing in your childhood bedroom, but your mother had insisted that attending your high school reunion would help her in her bid to become mayor. Seemed a little ridiculous, but for some reason, you were getting dressed. It was only four hours. You could survive.

“Oh, sweetheart, you look lovely!” Your mom cooed over you as you walked into the kitchen. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. “Mark’s brother-in-law is going to be here to pick you up any time now.”

“Mark’s brother-in-law?” You asked. “You mean Jake?” The doorbell cut off your mom’s answer.

Just as you’d suspected, Jake had filled out. He had broad shoulders and a trim physique and despite the ridiculousness of his goatee, it suited him. A better woman might not have drooled. You were not a better woman. 

“Damn,” you breathed. Jake let out a low whistle at the same time. 

“My lady, your chariot awaits,” he winked, and offered his elbow. 

The reunion was exactly what you’d expected. Cheap decorations, lackluster food and a bunch of popular kids who hadn’t exactly been aging well. Jake sat down at the table beside you, and handed you a beer.

“It was beer or that wine that made you barf at prom,” he laughed. You cringed and felt the embarrassment of that recollection hit you. Your brother, Mark, had bought you cheap wine. Jake had been determined to give you the Hollywood prom experience, and had genuinely made everything perfect. It was two losers having the night of their life, right up until you vomited in the lap of his rental tux.

“How do you think that night might have ended? I mean, if I hadn’t puked all over you?” You asked.

“I was definitely planning on kissing you,” he teased. You swatted him.

“You were not! Jake, we were best friends, you wouldn’t have!” You caught a slightly hurt look flash across his face and realized he was serious. “Oh?”

“It’s stupid, forget it,” he shook his head and took a long draw from his beer. “This is empty, be right back.”

No sooner was his seat vacated than a woman sat in it. She was familiar, but most of the people at the reunion were. You glanced at her name tag. Crystal. Of course.

“Who is that hunk you are with? Where did you find him? Your mom said you weren’t married yet, so is it serious?” She fired off the questions like she was a police interrogator.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you started, “actually -”

“Oh my god, is he single?”

“I think he’s -” Crystal was gone before you finished speaking, and she wasn’t even subtle about making a direct line in Jake’s direction. “- somewhat married to his career.” You trailed off.

Before he was able to protest, Crystal had dragged him onto the dance floor, right as a slow song started. She snuggled into him and you caught his eye. He made an unhappy face at you and you sighed and rose, heading out onto the dance floor.

“Where were you hiding in high school?” A body blocked your progress. You glanced at the name tag - Dave - and realized it was the quarterback from the football team. He still looked strong and still had the boyish appeal that had all the girls swooning in school, but he’d never once noticed you, despite sharing all his classes in senior year with you.

“Usually sitting two seats ahead of you,” you replied honestly. He placed his palm on the small of your back and led you out to the dance floor.

“Then let’s get reacquainted,” he insisted. You threw a disgusted look Jake’s way and he gave you a smug and satisfied one in return. As you scrunched up your nose to make a face at him, you caught his hand moving Crystal’s off his ass and let out a surprised snort of laughter. Dave looked down at you curiously.

“Sorry,” you apologized. “It would appear my date is being groped.” Dave followed your gaze over to Jake and Crystal and held you back when you attempted to head to save Jake.

“He’s a big boy, sweetheart, he can handle her,” he chuckled. You felt twin spikes of irritation and jealousy shoot through you.

“That may be the case, but the point of a date is that I’m the only one who should be handling him.” You gave him a bright, fake smile, and pulled out of his arms. Jake saw you heading toward him and extricated himself from Crystal’s grasp, reaching out with a broad smile.

“Babe, you remember Crystal, right?” He pulled you into his side.

“Of course,” you replied. He laughed.

“Remember when she called you a loser for hanging out with me?” He asked. He pulled out a hotel key from his back pocket. “She slipped this in my pocket. I guess I’m not a loser anymore?”

“Wait. Jake? Jake Jensen?” Crystal asked. He leaned forward and slipped the hotel key back into Crystal’s cleavage.

“How do you like me now, bitch?” He asked, with a wink. You slapped your hand across your mouth to cover the cackle that was erupting from you, but weren’t quite fast enough to smother it. Jake linked his hand with yours and led you away from the dance floor and out to the parking lot, both of you laughing at the way Crystal’s mouth had gaped open at his revelation.

You leaned up against his Jeep, out of breath from following his longer strides in heels and laughing. He laid a hand against the window beside your head and leaned it, suddenly quiet and serious.

“I meant what I said. You know, earlier,” he started. You tipped your head and took in the seriousness of his expression. You shook your head.

“We were best friends, Jake, you’re letting nostalgia fog your memories,” you protested.

“Nostalgia is remembering Cyrus McIntyre pushing you down in the playground in second grade and seeing the ruffles on your panties when your dress flipped up.” His laugh was soft. “Or the time you wore your hair in french braids for half the year because you’d cut your hair yourself and it was so uneven the only way to hide it was to braid it.” He slipped his hand into your hair as he spoke.

You let out a soft laugh at the memory. “Stop.”

Jake shook his head, leaning in closer. “Nostalgia was seeing you in that seafoam green puffed sleeve abomination at Prom and thinking you were the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.” His lips were so close, you could feel the warmth of his breath on your cheek. “Or when you tried to be brave when I went to Basic, but I saw you crying in your car after you thought I’d stopped watching.”

Your eyes met his at the words, “but -”

“I almost got off the bus.” He pressed his lips against yours softly, and he stepped in, boxing you between him and the jeep. You pulled back, breathless. One tiny kiss, and you were breathless. “I tried to move on, I tried to let you go. When Mark married Sarah, I took a mission so I wouldn’t be able to make the wedding because Sarah said you were in a serious relationship and I just -”

“You talk too much, Jake. Always have.” You pulled him back to you and pressed your mouth against his. He groaned and took control, tongue pushing past your lips, teasing yours. Your breath hitched as his hand tangled deeper in your hair and his hips ground against yours. You managed to pull away again, flushed and panting. “Take me home, Jake.”

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[melyaliz]

Glitter lights and Dances

Asked @the-shadow-of-atlantis: Jason and Flowers 

Just a little side piece from this story: 

Fandom: DC / Batfam 

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader 

Notes: I just feel like my creativity is kind of tanking. Like I have the ideas but they are kind of dying half way through. But I just started my new job so that might be part of it. 

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A single rose, delicate in his hand. Her eyes flickered from the red flower to the smiling boy’s face skeptical. Rose golden dress shimmered in the shimmering lights that were strung around the gym. The students of Gotham High had decided upon a Star Crossed theme for their dance with a million twinkly lights along with constellations to all the tragedies of old. 

Which is where she was now. Slowly descending into the mass of students looking for her date that had unceremoniously texted that he was going to meet at the school ditching the limo ride over with all their friends. 

Even now as said friends raced into the large room she stood looking for her date. 

Or she was until Jason Todd stood in front of her. 

“What do you want?” the words harsh and matter a fact. They had been at odds ever since he had come back into her life. Bursting in with that loud laugh and those dangerous blue eyes. 

“Aww don’t be like that princess.” 

She bristled at the nickname trying to look around him for her date, trying to escape this infuriating man who seemed to think he could just waltz back into her life. After what he had done to her. 

After he had left her. 

“Are you looking for someone?” he asked faking curiosity, his voice giving him away.

“What have you done!?!” she snapped her eyes finally meeting his, “Jason Todd I swear that…”

“Whoah, Whoah,” he said holding up his hand in defense. “It wasn’t me princess. I mean I guess it was my fault I caught him with his tounge down Amber’s throat.”

“What?” it was more faint, hurt. She had hoped that he would be the one. That this time the guy she chose wasn’t a total piece of trash. 

Figures, he had been too cocky not to try and pull something.  

“You… you going to be ok?” Jason’s soft voice pulling her back to reality. The one where she was at a school dance with no date. All she wanted to do was go home and wallow in self-pity. “Oh, I know that look” Jason’s hand reached down grabbing her soft one, his fingers still as calloused and rough as she remembered from when they were children. 

“Let go” she mumbled half-heartedly trying to pull out of his grasp, “What do you even care anyway?” 

He chuckled pulling her closer to him not letting her get out of this one. He had finally gotten her. Finally, after all those years, finally had a chance to pretend they were just kids again. That they could concur the world. 

And she looked so beautiful tonight. 

“Just one dance.” he muttered slowly moving her to the dance floor, “just one dance and I’ll let you go home and feel sorry for yourself.” 

“I am NOT feeling sorry for myself!” she snapped that fire coming back into those beautiful eyes. They set Jason alight with excitement. There she was, there was the girl he had fallen in love with. The girl who would climb out her window to run away with him. The girl who had stolen snacks at the opera just for him. 

He wanted to kiss her so badly. 

Not yet, Jason, he reminded himself, take what you can get. 

And tonight he would take one dance. Softly saying, their bodies in time going back and forth. Her firmly in his arms looking up at him as he led her around the room. Faces so close if he leaned just an inch closer he could kiss her.  

Tonight all he wanted was one dance. 

And maybe tomorrow they would go back to their other dance. In the light of day. One where they would push back and forth. One where they argued faces so close if he leaned just an inch closer he could kiss her.  

Tonight he would take one dance. 

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[bolontiku]

*not my image*

Avengers A/U

Steve x reader

“Buck Fuddy”

Part 22

Summary: you and your friend agree, no strings attached.

A/N: *Tiku runs away* Its not my fault!!! Let me know what ya think!!

*****

Thu-thump...

Steve couldn’t breathe as he saw the look on Bucky’s face. It was odd to hear his own heartbeat in his ears, fear coursing through him. He turned as Tony grabbed a hold of Buck, taking off in his suit.

Thu-thump,..

Time moved slower, as the man turned to the private plane and making his way up the stairs at the same time, but his blue eyes were on you. You as you began running towards him, his blue eyes slid to your left where Denise stood looking smug as hell, gun still raised.

Tha-thump...

Steve yelled running towards you, the sound of the gunshot deafening...

Bucky growled in frustration, there was nothing in your office. Absolutely nothing to offer any help, “Tony!”

“Yeah, I know, workin on it Robocop,” he bit out, hands flying over the holo-keyboard.

“Mr. Stark,” FRIDAY cut in, “I have surveillance ready now.”

“Play it.”

Bucky looked up as a hologram appeared before them, Tony’s mask falling back. Thorn appeared, “I am certain your little AI has finally cracked through my encryption by now. So,” he sighed and the camera moved, showing you sitting handcuffed next to him, “Y/N will be with me until you give me what I want. As it is all of my money has already been moved, every bit of my corporation is being closed down and you won’t be able to find those closest to me. If you want to make sure she is unharmed then I suggest you keep your friends at SHIELD far away from me. There is one more thing I want, I want the Winter Soldier.”

“Sonuvabitch,” Bucky growled.

“We will be in touch with you, you will need to know where to deliver the soldier after all. Your friend is rather lively even with the larger dose of sedatives, but he will calm down once he realizes that his behavior is the deciding factor on how Ms. Y/N gets treated, isn’t that right?” he asked catching your chin in his hand. You snarled through the duck tape over your mouth and jerked out of his hand.

Bucky slammed his fist into your desk, cracking the wood as Thorn pinched your nose and gripped you tight when you tried pulling away. “Does he have to duck tape her?! It’s not like Y/N is mouthy!!”

“Bucky,” Tony looked at him, “she probably gave him a mouthful, hence the duck tape...wait, that’s not here.” Tony frowned, “he sent this and... he messed up?!” Tony looked absolutely bewildered.

“Unless he did that on purpose?” Bucky asked.

“Sergeant Barnes is correct,” FRIDAY interjected, “I have traced the source of the outgoing signal and the address is an empty building.” 

Tony growled, “We need to find them now, FRIDAY lets not forget the little trinket I gave Y/N recently.” Bucky frowned looking over at him, “I figured Thorn would be up to something like this. Don’t worry it was for this kinda thing...I was gonna tell her about it once this was over...

Steve glared at Thorn. There was a lot of movement in the warehouse they had dragged the two of you in. He had put cuffs on Steve, but no matter how hard he struggled with them they wouldn’t budge.

“Listen big guy the more struggle you put into it, the more you strengthen the cuffs. It was made to use your strength against you.” Denise explained patting his cheek, “so be a good boy and follow along.” Steve didn’t move, “Fine have it your way,” she shrugged smiling. 

You yelped and Steve rushed forwards, Denise looked over her shoulder, “every time you give us crap she gets a shock, depending on what you don’t do,” she shrugged, “it just gets worse with every shock.”

You glared at her, before Thorn grabbed hold of you and pulled you after him. “See? Everything has already been moved Y/N, this is the last of my business...” your eyes widened as you saw him point out several crates. “Yes, those are Roman’s designs you see there. He was a brilliant mind. Denise did some great work for me extracting the last of his designs. Those are ahead of Stark’s crap. They could help enslave a small country if properly applied.” He let out a huge sigh, “we have already sold many of them to private buyers and their initial reports are better than we expected!” He frowned at you, “what’s that? Have something to say?” he asked pulling the tape off your mouth.

You felt sick. Roman’s inventions were being twisted, used for what? Were they really using it to enslave people? They had told you as much, but it hadn’t seemed real. Now though, now it was real. Thorn laughed as you launched yourself at him, he held you at bay and jerked back as Denise pressed the button she held. Electricity coursed up your arms from the cuffs he had put on you, causing you to cry out in pain and fall to your knees.

“You won’t get away with this Thorn!” you spat out angrily.

“There it is!” he cried out laughing as he knelt in front of you, “but I already have young lady.” He stood, “all these years we got away with it. It wasn’t until you came along that we got this close to your superheroes and once we get rid of you we’ll disappear once again, but not until we have ourselves two super soldiers that will listen to every command we give them.”

Steve had stopped when Denise held her button up. “Do you really wanna do that?” she asked with a smirk.

“Sir?” all eyes turned to a man that came up, he paused as he saw you on your knees. “We have incoming.”

Thorn turned to see you smiling, “you think it would be that easy? Think Tony wouldn’t put a tracking device on me?” you let out a chuckle and Steve ran in front of you as Thorn moved to hit you, blocking it as he turned and ripped the cuffs off your wrists throwing them to the side and pulled you to your feet.

He froze though as Denise held a gun to your head, “We can play the game...you can’t get out of your cuffs and that was smart-but can you move faster than I can pull the trigger? At this proximity it doesn’t matter how quick you are, the bullet will still hit her..”

“Nobody can fuck up..”

“Sergeant we get that.” Hill answered, over looking the team that was moving into place.

“Y/N and Steve are in there.” He stated.

Tony clapped his shoulder, “we’re getting them back. Ready?” he asked. Bucky nodded, the feeling of the ground slipping out from under his feet was disconcerting, but not as much as not knowing if you were safe.

You weren’t sure what the hell was going on, but when you saw Tony and Bucky step into the building your heart rate jerked. Thorn had separated you and Steve, telling him that if he didn’t want anything to happen to you he’d hold off the intruders. His plane was ready to go, Denise stood not a step away ready to follow.

Tony and Bucky stood still as Steve faced them, “I can’t let you any closer,” he warned, “If I do they’ll hurt her.”

Tony smirked, “it’s alright capsicle, we get it, but you should trust me more, I wouldn’t let her into any kind of dealings with him, without some sort of protection,” he winked.

“If you come any closer she dies,” Denise warned.

“Sweet, we are done with her, come now... We have enough with the technology, let us be done with all of this,” Thorn shoved you forwards.

“Done?” Tony asked stepping forwards, “does he really think he can just fly away and we won’t find him?” he asked, “he is delusional! We’d catch up to him in moments.”

You could see them move at the same time, Steve turning as you stumbled into a run towards him. Tony snatching Bucky up as he kicked into the air. Your heart skipped a beat as you saw Steve’s face.

“If only we had a distraction...” Denise sneered, before pulling the trigger.

You could see Steve yelling at you, why was the floor slipping out from under you? You had to reach him. Just, if you could reach him...your vision was blacking out, you couldn’t breathe it hurt. What hurt?

Steve caught you inches from the floor, sliding under you as he pulled you into his lap. “No, no,no, no...Y/N? Baby? Ba-Baby...” he choked, he didn’t take in the fact that the building practically imploded with SHIELD agents.

Tony and Bucky were tearing the small jet apart. Tony slamming into it and Bucky tearing the door off and both boarding. Thorn didn’t stand a chance.

Steve registered none of this as he held you limp in his arms, “don’t do this, Y/N, Rabbit is waiting for you..” Steve buried his face into the crook of your neck, he hadn’t been fast enough, he should have stayed by your side!

The sharp intake of breath startled him, he didn’t believe it when you coughed, it only registered that it was real when your hand tugged at his hair, “S-squi-shhh,” you coughed.

Steve pushed you away enough to see you screw your face up at him. and then he pulled you into him hard, a new wave of tears streaming down his face. 

“S-Steve...squissshh!”

“What?” he asked voice wavering.

“You keep squishing me!!” you finally bit out taking a deep breath in and coughing yet again, you back hurt like a bitch between your shoulder blades. 

Steve saw you reaching back, and he slid his hand up surprised to find metal under your shirt. “What is this?” he asked setting you more firmly in his lap. Your small hands gripped onto his shoulders as you leaned forwards. Steve pulled your shirt up and could see metal plates under your shirt, the bullet slipping from under your shirt. 

“Tony...nano-tech,” you sighed. You wanted sleep, your body hurt from the bullet impacting the vest that had molded to your torso under your shirt. It had shocked you at first as it felt like ants slipping from the charm around your neck, metal finally settling onto you like a second skin. You had seen the prints and known immediately what it was. “Steve?”

His arms were wrapped around you again, he kept pulling you closer, and you felt if he did so anymore he would tuck you under his shirt just to have you closer. “Hmm?”

“M’tired...”

You felt him lift you, your eyes already falling closed, “Stay awake sweetheart, gotta have the medics look you over, baby?”

He tilted your head back and you forced your eyes open, you could see Bucky over his shoulder and you reached behind Steve, Bucky catching your hand before unconsciousness claimed you.

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[the-real-kellymonster]

Like I needed another Captain to make me swoon and get all hot and bothered over!!! This is all your fault Tiku!!!! 😂❤️😍🔥🔥🔥

"A Little Distraction"

Quick Fic

Characters: Captain Syverson x reader

Posted: may 13th

A/N: yeah heres another one

WARNINGS: sex, seggsy times, no under 18

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

He wasn't sure exactly what set you off but he steered clear of the kitchen. He had been working out in the yard when you came home, slamming the car door and then the house door. Your mother had that effect sometimes. You loved the woman but there was sometimes when you came home and would set to baking.

Baking was your favorite pastime. 

It helped calm you, let you concentrate on it instead of whatever problem you had on your mind.

Of course Sy preferred it when you had music blaring and you danced barefoot while doing it. You would wink and smile at him, quick to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him softly.

He liked your soft kisses.

It had a way of grounding him. Keeping the war out of his head. 

He peeked around the corner, you muttered curses under your breath. Seemed like you were in your own war, a little smudge of flour across your cheek, you were so cute even when angry. ESPECIALLY when angry.

*

Big hands landed on your hips, warm, firm hands. You pouted. You knew he had been summoning his courage to come in after you had come from your mothers. The woman had a special way of getting under your skin. 

Marriage. 

She wanted to know when exactly the two of you would marry. When you'd pop children out?

It drove you insane. Couldn't it be enough that Sy took care of you? That he made you happy and you both took care of the other? That you shared a life? 

His breath fanned over your neck and it was enough to make you pause. Even as he swayed side to side, pressing his body up along yours and urging you silently to sway with him. "I love fresh baked… brownies?" He guessed, an eyebrow arching as he stared over your shoulder.

You stared at the dark batch in front of you. "S'posed to be cake," you informed him quietly.

"I like chocolate."

You felt your bottom lip tremble as he pressed his lips just under your ear. "Vanilla!" You gasped around a sob.

It wasn't funny to laugh as you dropped your head forwards. He choked reaching around you to poke at the failed cake. "Really did a number didn't she? Wanna tell me about it?"

You shook your head, not trusting your voice. Sy made you happy. More than happy, it made you ridiculously giddy to wake up next to the idiot. The thought of telling him that you had been waiting for a proposal was more than you could handle. After all, you loved him and knew he loved you. He told you every chance he got, it was stupid to let your mother get under your skin. 

He growled, the rumble going straight to your core as he ground his hips into yours from behind, hard body pressing into your softer frame. "Let me distract you?"

You shook your head, there were times when you just wanted to be angry and work through the feeling yourself. That is until his hand slid into the front of your jeans, two thick digits easily slipping through your folds. 

"Oh, baby… you say no.." He hummed in your ear as you purse your lips, hands on his forearm determined to not make a sound. He loved it when you were stubborn. Reached further down, got incredibly hard as you gasped when he dipped his fingers into you. "So wet, sure you don't want me to distract you sweetheart?"

Jesus christ when you rolled your hips into his hand… he saw your mouth fall open, your eyes fluttering shut. He knew what you needed even as you stubbornly shook your head. 

He pushed you down and forwards onto the counter, chest against your back, lips brushing your ear, fingers pumping in and out of you, "gonna make you feel so good darlin'," he heard your breath catch, hurried to unbuckle his belt, shoved your jeans and panties down quick so he could replace his fingers with his cock. "Fuck-" he breathed as he sheathed himself in one swift stroke. 

You pressed back into him, whimpering when his fingers bit into your hips. "Nah uh, don't move sweetheart," Sy smirked as you scrabbled for the edge of the counter, kicking your legs wider apart and leaned back as he pulled out only to watch as he slid back into you. Watching as he drove in and out of you. His. You were his. "How's that?" He asked, picking up the pace, no matter how many times he did this it was never enough. Having your heat wrap around him, listening to your little gasps as he drove into you. "C'mon sweetheart," he sank into you. Drove in deep, slipped his hand back between your legs, eyes closing as you let out a small cry, hips writhing as he fucked into you. "Wanna hear ya darlin'."

"Sy! Please! Oh-nnnghhh!" He was so big, always filling you with his thick cock, heat burning through your veins as he pressed into you nice and slow, making sure you felt every fat inch of him. Fingers circling your clit, slipping lower to sweep your slick back up and fanning the fire that coiled low in your belly.

You wanted… wanted to be so angry, your toes curled as he bent over you, breath hot and heavy in your ear. Hips snapping into yours now, you let out a huff of air with each thrust of his hips, his free hand wrapping around your throat and oh that made your mind go blank as he squeezed-

"See what you do to me?" You swallowed, reaching back to catch his neck in hand, turning your head to meet his heated kiss. "Go on, go on darlin', make a mess, want you to come so hard on my cock-" it was more than enough, his encouragement, the way he drove into you, how low his voice got sounding so wrecked, fingers circling- you would go insane with how he made you feel. Made you feel like you were burning up, skin itching, heart pounding, thunder in your ears, the world melting away till it was only Sy. Sy driving you insane, driving you to the edge, breath matching yours as you swore your heart stopped. You sucked in a breath as his teeth dragged over the skin of your neck, canines nipping until he sank them in, tongue sweeping the sting away as he pressed his lips to the mark and the coil of fire low in your belly snapped.

Sy felt you tighten, the way your nails dug into his skin at the base of his neck, the way you jerked back into him, before your walls fluttered and closed down on him, then your scream cut into the quiet kitchen. He groaned, an animalistic growl ripping out of him as he thrust in deep, filling you with hot sticky ropes of his cum. 

The first thing you registered was his heavy weight pressing down on you, then the feel of his lips trailing over your shoulder. Sy was the only reason you weren't on the floor in a puddle, legs having gone jelly, you hummed sighing as you realized he was talking.

"-n't know what she said to you. And I know I can't fix everything, I know you ma doesn't approve of me and I jus- I love you darlin', so very much-"

He was surprised when you turned to look at him, shifting in his arms, cupping his face in your hands, beard scratching at your skin as he pressed another kiss to your lips as if he couldn't help himself. "Sy- you are perfect."

The corner of his mouth curled up, he leaned forwards into your hands to press a kiss to your lips once more. "You need to know that I know I am not perfect-" he let you tsk at him, heart aching as you pressed a kiss to his mouth, all soft and tender. 

What had he done to deserve you?

"C'mon…" you squeaked as he lifted you, laughed as he kicked his boots off quickly followed by his pants. "Let me distract you a bit more, yeah?"

He loved the feel of your face pressing into his neck, lips fluttering over his heated skin. Yeah, no, he was never gonna get enough of you. He was never gonna let you go either.