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Captain Syverson (Sandcastle) x reader (female reader, no race, body type or physical features mentioned other then blushing)

summary: After months you finally see Sy again. But how will he react to you after he cancelled his date before he left?

warnings: fingering, oral (f and m receiving), protected p-i-v sex

word count: 6,7k

A/N: I had this in my WIPs for sooo long, probably wrote this three times, deleted, changed, wrote it again. Sy just didn't do what I wanted to. But when I stumbled over that gif I knew I had to finish this story and I think I am finally happy with everything. Hope you like it too.

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You feel lost. Why the hell did you even come here in the first place? This was Sy’s coming home party. And you two aren’t really friends. Maybe you could have become. Maybe even more. But time wasn’t on your side. You look over to the man that held your mind and heart captivated in the last year, without even being near you most of the time.

You were surprised when you first saw him today. The buzz cut and the beard were new and unfamiliar. But it made him even more attractive. You wonder how it would feel to be kissed by him. Would his whiskers be soft or would they rub your soft skin and leave red marks?

You take in how he pulls his upper lip into his mouth, licking the beer from it. The next girl is coming over to him. You have watched them the whole evening: Making doe eyes at him, playing with their hair. All trying their best to get his attention. Of course, he had this effect not only on you. They all wanted him.

Well, you wouldn’t stand in their way. If Sy had had any interest in you, you would have heard from him. But he never called, he never texted, he never wrote.

All your friends are enjoying the evening, drinking, talking and laughing by the fire. No one seems to notice that you don't join them. You walk away from the bonfire into the woods.

You sit down on a rock and think about what led you to feel so sad.

May, one year ago:

You were excited to go to your friend’s wedding. It was the first event in your new life. You’d finally be able to get to know some of the people here. You had moved from Chicago to a small town in Texas. Your college roommate Megan had got you that amazing job offer that you couldn't decline. And, because she moved in with her fiancé, she even offered you her old apartment, which you gladly accepted. But the first few weeks in the new job had taken all your time. And Megan didn't have time to show you your new home in Texas either, she was occupied with her wedding. So you didn't know a lot of people yet.

When you saw him for the first time at the wedding, you immediately knew that you would fall for him. He was not only attractive, he had an aura of self-esteem and authority that you couldn’t call anything but ‘big dick energy’.

You watched him striding over to the bar. He took his drink from the bartender and turned, letting his gaze wander through the crowd. You realized too late that his head turned in your direction and when your looks met, you dropped your eyes to the floor hastily. Surely he could see you blush even from the opposite of the room. You walked over to your friend, trying to look like you were very much busy with something else as that gorgeous big guy. But to your shock, only a few moments later, he came over to you.

He bent his head down to you and whispered: “No need to turn away darlin', I like being eye-fucked by beautiful women.” And he winked at you and walked away with a cocky smile spread over his face.

Now you were sure that everyone in the room could see your cheeks glow brightly. Megan grinned at you, she was near enough to overhear his words.

“That was Sy. He's quite the charmer, right?” You covered your eyes with your hand.

“Doing my best to embarrass myself at the first opportunity,” you said, grimacing. But Megan insisted that he didn't want to embarrass you but he was flirting.

Over the evening, every now and then your look met Sy's. And every time, he gave you a smile. But you were glad that he didn't come over to talk to you anymore because you felt like you would only be stuttering. Especially after the wine you were drinking made your tongue heavy.

When Megan and her now-husband Fletcher had left, you decided to go home, too. You got to know some people and had fun during the evening but you still felt a bit like an outsider and you were too tired for conversations anyway. So you grabbed your cardigan and your purse and headed for the door.

As soon as you looked up, you saw Sy’s eyes, following you the whole way through the room. He had gotten rid of his jacket and his bow tie. The first buttons of his shirt were open now and the sleeves were rolled up over his elbows. That man was a fucking tease on legs and he knew exactly what he was doing. He was standing close to the exit, so you had no other choice as to walk past him. And when you were close enough, he saluted you with two fingers.

“Sweet dreams, sugar! Hope I see you again soon.” You gave him a shy smile, not daring to speak. Sitting in the Uber that got you home, you wondered if he was talking like that to all the women today, or if he was curious about the ‘new girl’, or maybe he truly was interested in you.

It was unbearably hot the last few days and you were so happy to finally have a free weekend to spend with your new-found friends. Megan, you and a couple of other people had planned a trip to the beach. When you walked down the boardwalk you got really excited. You were a summer girl through and through and you loved the sea.

You were lying on a blanket, sipping on your drink and reading, when you heard some of the guys cheering. You looked up, thinking they were playing a game or something like that, when you saw them waving at someone. You turned around and almost choked on your lemonade when you saw who was walking up to your group. He was wearing camo shorts, a red shirt that was probably a size too small for him and some dark aviators. Like the first time you had seen him, Sy strode along with an attitude of big dick energy that took your breath away.

After the wedding you couldn’t get him out of your mind anymore and so you were really disappointed that you hadn’t met him ever since. You had tried to subtly ask Megan about him, but of course she knew right away. She told you that he is in the army and he was always quite busy when he was on leave, working on his house, meeting friends and family. But yet you always hoped he would show up when you were out. Three months later you had given up and almost forgot about him, and that's the moment he appeared in your life again.

You turned back to reading your book, trying to look unaffected. But Megan dropped beside you the next moment.

"Look who has time for his friends today…" she said to you playfully. You closed your book and sat up, but instead of an answer, you just rolled your eyes at her. Sy had reached your group and greeted everyone with a nod and a smile. One of the guys handed him a beer can and they started talking.

Megan, of course, couldn't stop teasing you. "So, how do you like him better, in a suit or with that tight shirt?" She grinned at you. "Damn, I should have waited until he went swimming for that question, I guess. It would be an easier decision then."

You smacked her on her shoulder but both of you were giggling. "I don't think it would be an easy decision at all. He looks damn fine in a suit, but this shirt is… uh… nice, too. I doubt it can get any better." Megan knew you were going to learn soon how wrong you were so she just let out a loud belly laugh.

Sy looked over to you two, probably searching for the source of laughter. And you could tell the moment when he noticed you were there, too. His eyes got slightly wider and his mouth fell open for a second. He turned his head back to the guy he was talking to, but he seemed to be distracted, fiddling with his fingers, licking his lips and every so often squinting over in your direction. You were surprised to see him like that. This wasn't the confident guy you had seen until now.

Megan saw it, too. "D'ahw, he likes you, girl!" she remarked.

You tried your best to act normal and apparently Sy found back to his cocky self after a while, too. But when he grabbed the back of his shirt to pull it over his head, you couldn’t keep your composure any longer.

“Fuck me!” you mumbled under your breath. Megan shoved her elbow into your side, grinning.

“Told you so!” she sing-songed into your ear. You both watched how Sy stepped into the water, diving into a wave.

Megan’s husband Fletcher dropped down next to you. “Ladies, you are staring!” he said amusedly.

You decided that you should go back to reading when Megan and Fletcher got up to get some sandwiches. But the book you read lead into a quite smutty scene exactly now that you tried to stop thinking about that half-naked hunk in the water. That didn’t help at all! You rolled over to lie on your stomach. At least you weren’t able to look at him now.

Two pages later, a shadow fell upon you and your book. Followed by tiny cold drops of water dripping down your warm skin. You let out a shriek and turned to see who it was that startled you like that. You had to squint your eyes due to the sun, but it was very clear whose wide frame was standing in front of you. Sy threw a towel into the sand next to you and sat down.

“Hey, sorry, didn’t mean to make you scream like that.” The corners of his mouth turned up into a cocky smirk. "Watchu reading?” He nodded at your book.

Oh no! You definitely didn’t want to tell him about that cheesy vampire smut. “Uhm, just a fantasy novel,” you muttered under your breath, hoping that this would be enough information for him. But you weren't lucky.

“Fantasy? Really? I read a lot of fantasy stuff myself. What is it? Maybe I have read it, too.” Sy grabbed your book from between your arms faster than you could react. He turned it to look onto the cover.

Sy amusedly raised an eyebrow when he saw the artwork and the title. “Hu, now that is probably still on my to-read-list,” he said with a deep chuckle.

You wished the sand under you would just swallow you, so you didn’t have to look into these beautiful ocean blue eyes next to you ever again. You were mortified! As Sy noticed you not only blushing but also turning your head away from him, he shook his head.

“Shush, hey, I’m just joking. I didn’t want to make you feel bad.” He laid your book down again onto your blanket and instead put his hand onto your shoulder.

That was unexpected. But it felt good and somehow it made you feel more comfortable again. You turned to look into his face again and you noticed that the cheeky grin had disappeared and was replaced with a warm smile.

“I’m Sy, by the way. But I guess someone already told you.” He looked over to Megan.

You nodded and gave him your name. “But I guess someone already told you,” you parroted him, which he answered with a smirk. “But Sy isn’t your real name, right?” you asked. Sy raised his right eyebrow and pulled up one corner of his mouth. He probably had to answer this question way too often.

“Benjamin Jacob Syverson it is. But since there were four Ben’s in our football team we had to get creative with the nicknames.” He drew quotation marks into the air with his fingers at the word ‘creative’. “And somehow ‘Sy’ stuck with me. Even my sister calls me Sy now, which is quite stupid if you think about it.” There was that deep chuckle again that gave you goosebumps despite you lying in the warm Texas summer sun.

Sy and you got to talk and you soon realized that he not only had a hypnotizing appeal, but he also was smart and your conversation with him just felt so easy and relaxed. Damn, you were falling hard for him. It was the second time you saw him, the first time you talked to him and there you were, totally smitten.

When Megan came back to you and practically pulled you with her into the water you were almost furious that she had interrupted your talk with Sy. But then you saw him following you into the waves and you couldn’t be mad at Megan anymore.

The rest of the day felt like a summer daydream. You were swimming, drinking, laughing. And all the time Sy was somewhere around you. In the evening Megan and Fletcher asked you to join them for a beach volleyball match.

“We need a fourth person,” you said, looking around.

Megan's cousin Terry came over to you. “I could join!” he suggested. But then Sy stood up and stepped between you and Terry.

“No offense, but it would be kind of unfair teaming her up with you, Terry. You would look like hobbits playing against giants. I think she needs a partner that is a little bit taller than you.” And yes, Sy looked ridiculous tall next to Terry. And broad. And sexy.

So it was you and Sy against Fletcher and Megan. It was no surprise to you that Sy was very competitive. He went all in, throwing himself into the sand, sweat running down his bare back. You enjoyed every minute of it. In the end you won and before you could think, you found yourself jumping onto Sy, hugging him like a koala.

He grabbed you by your thighs and chuckled. “That was worth the fight!”

In the next couple of weeks you met Sy sometimes at the bar or at gatherings with friends but to your disappointment you never got that close to him anymore like you did at that day on the beach. You were tempted to ask Fletcher for his phone number, but somehow you wanted him to make the next step. Maybe you were kind of old-fashioned but you wanted him to woo you. And so you were waiting, and waiting, and waiting.

And then there was this day in October, the sun was shining and you were driving home from your office, singing loud and wrong to your favorite songs. Ahead of you you noticed a truck standing in the dirt beside the road. The hood was open and you saw a pair of jeans leaning against the front.

Okay, you were taught to be kind and offer help. But you were also a woman alone on an empty road. You struggled if you should stop. Reducing your speed, you carefully approached the car. And then you let out a snort when you saw who was standing at his broken truck.

“Hey Sy, need a savior?” you asked him with a wide grin when you stopped next to him. He looked up from under the hood and answered with a surprised huff.

"I'm not sure what kind of help I need at all right now, darlin'. I thought I could fix that goddamn piece of scrap like I usually do. But it seems this time it's not that easy." Sy scrowled while scratching the back of his head with his greasy fingers.

You parked your car in front of his truck and got out to him. You leaned against the fender and looked onto the engine as if you had any idea how cars work. Well, to be honest, you looked at Sy's arms and hands that rested on some parts of which you had, of course, no idea what they were. Somehow this grime look, greasy and oily, affected you more than you would have guessed. As if you needed to be more drawn to that guy as you already were.

Sy ruttled on some cables, according to his facial expression not with any success. "Sugar, can you get into the car and try to start it?"

You climbed into the driver's cabin and adjusted the seat a good amount forward so you'd be able to get to the pedals. You turned the keys but the car just spat out some sad noises.

Sy shook his head and worked on some other cables. "Once more, please?"

You tried again but there was no change. The engine didn't start.

Sy dropped the hood shut and kicked against the tyre. "That damn marten probably munched on my cables again. I'm gonna kill that little bastard!"

He got to the driver's cabin and held out his hand. "Can you give me a ride into town, darlin'?"

"Sure!" you answered, although your voice didn't sound sure at all. You put your hand in his and jumped to the ground. But you didn't expect that fluttering feeling that suddenly hit your stomach and so you stumbled forwards.

Sy's arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush into his embrace. You didn't even feel embarrassed as you inhaled his scent while you stayed in his arms way too long for that accidental situation.

"You okay?" he asked you when you had finally managed to take a step back.

You nodded and gave him a smile. "Yeah, I'm just awful clumsy," you told him.

Both of you got into your car, Sy looking ridiculously big in the passenger's seat of your Toyota Yaris. You turned down the volume of the radio and talked with him for a few miles.

"You really care for your truck, don't you?" you asked him. You had noticed that although it was an old model it was very well maintained.

Sy gave you a strange look, somehow sad. "Yes. I really hope it's just that stupid rodent again and nothing more serious. The truck was my dad's! He gave it to me on my 16th birthday. It was old even back then but it was mine." He took a deep breath before he continued. "I lost my dad half a year later. He didn't come back from Iraq."

"Oh!" Your hand reached out to his and pressed it slightly. This time you were prepared for the sensation of feeling his warmth. "I'm sorry," you said in loss of other words.

A silence fell upon you that wasn't actually uncomfortable but after some time you felt like you needed to say something.

"So, where can I drop you off? Some repair shop?" Sy shook his head.

"No, I'm just texting my cousin to go fetch the car and I'll fix it on my own. Could you please drive me home?"

You nodded and continued to drive in silence until you made it to town. Sy cleared his throat like he wanted to say something, but didn't continue. At the next crossroad you turned left. Sy turned his head to you and finally started to speak.

"You know where I live?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, although he looked more amused than surprised. Heat crept up your cheeks and ears. You felt like a stalker. Probably because you were a stalker. Megan had pointed out his house when you were driving by a few weeks ago. And maybe you had made a little detour sometimes since then, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.

"It's a small town." You shrugged awkwardly and luckily he didn't seem to mind.

"That's true. How'chu like it here? A little bit different than Chicago, hu?" A grin spread over his face.

"Hell, yes, but in a good way. I know people are always talking about southern hospitality, but you know, it's really true. At least here in this town. I feel so welcome, I made more friends in these few months than in Chicago in half of my life."

Sy's chest puffed out proud when he listened to you, which was really kind of cute.

"And do you enjoy the southern hospitality of someone in particular?" he asked next. You weren't quite sure if you understood that question correctly so you just blinked at him.

"Are you seeing someone?" Sy rephrased with a wink.

"Oh!" You felt stupid. "No, not like that." You hadn't even finished your sentence when Sy's smile widened across his face.

"That's good!"he said, just to correct himself in the next second. "I mean, it's not good that you don't have someone. It's good because I actually wanted to ask you out."

You felt your heart race in your chest. He really wanted to go on a date with you? Yes, that's what he had said.

"I'd love that!" you told him.

Sy didn't say anything in response but grabbed your hand and rubbed his thumb over your palm. Though you felt like you couldn't focus on driving any longer somehow you made it to his house shortly after.

Sy let go of your hand and you both got out of your car. With wide steps, Sy circled around the car to get to you.

"Thanks for the ride, sugar!" He leaned down to you and gave you a kiss on your cheek. It was so gentle you almost weren't able to feel it. What a shame!

Sy pulled his mobile out of his back pocket, unlocked it and gave it to you.

"If you give me your number I'm gonna text you later. If you really want to go out with me, it is, of course." The wink he gave you made sure that he was very well aware that you wanted to. So you added your number and gave it back to him. He held the phone up, silently asking for permission to take a photo of you. You gave him a small nod. But instead of taking a picture immediately, Sy leaned forward to kiss you once more on your cheek. This time his soft lips rested longer on your skin. And while he was kissing you, he took a selfie of you two.

"Sy!" You were too flabbergasted to really enjoy it but the feeling in your stomach told you, you really liked him being so near to you.

Sy looked at his screen grinning and held it up for you. You looked absolutely ridiculous, eyes wide in surprise.

"Oh no, please delete this. I'm looking so stupid!" you begged him, but he just chuckled and shook his head.

"No, you're pretty as a speckled pup!"

Over the next week Sy and you had texted with each other every day and when you really had a bad day at work, he had even called you and you talked for almost two hours, feeling so much better after.

When you met with Megan on Friday for lunch you were starting to get nervous because of the upcoming date.

"I have no idea what he's up to. He told me it's a surprise but what the hell am I supposed to wear?" You shoved your salad from one side of the plate to the other, not really eating much at all.

"Girl, calm down. Just wear some tight jeans and a top. And nice matching underwear, of course." Megan giggled as you gave her an annoyed look.

You were under the shower when you heard your mobile ring. Hastily you grabbed a towel and went to answer the phone. It was Sy.

"Hey, handsome!" You sat down on your bed, ignoring the fact that you were still dripping wet.

"Hey!" The hesitant, almost silent answer made your heart drop. This was the sound of someone knowing they'll disappoint you soon. He changed his mind.

"Sugar, I'm so sorry. I won't be able to go out with you." There it was. You gulped, not able to say something, so Sy continued.

"I got notice that I have to leave next week. I.. There's a lot I have to get done before that. I wasn't expecting to be deployed that soon."

You still just sat there. He was leaving in a few days. You won't be able to see him for months. And he chose to cancel your date. The last chance to be with you.

"Darlin', I'm sorry. I really am."

"It's okay, Sy. I understand." You really did. But it hurt nevertheless.

You had hoped for some texts coming from him. Some sign that he was thinking of you.

Then you thought that maybe he wasn't able to send messages at all. But when Fletcher told you that he had gotten text messages from him you knew that this wasn't true. He just didn't want to stay in contact with you.

Well, it's not like you two were a thing after all. You barely knew each other.

You tried to move on, tried to forget him. Megan even managed to persuade you to go on a few blind dates with guys she thought would distract you enough.

But nothing you did was enough to stop thinking about him. Every night you lay in your bed, thinking of the few moments you had shared or wondering what he was going through right now.

After a while you hid your heartache from your friends, even Megan was sure you were over Sy. And so no one thought it would be hard for you to come to the homecoming party your friends organized for him. But it was.

You look up to the stars, blinking the tears away that gather in the corners of your eyes. The night sky in Texas is so beautiful. But it makes you feel even smaller and insignificant. Maybe you should just go home.

You get up but instead of just leaving, of course, you have to glance over to him again. He leans over to Fletcher, talking and gesturing. Both men share another look and then Sy walks away. He moves into your direction. Fuck!

The whole evening you pondered what you would say to him when he would come over to you. If he would come over to you.

Now your brain just feels empty. You turn around again, looking up to the sky once more. You hear his heavy footsteps approaching. And then you feel his warm hands rub over your arms.

"Damn, you're freezing, darlin'. Why dont'chu get a little closer to the fire?" His hands don't stop moving up and down your arms and he even moves closer to you and you feel the heat of his chest on your back.

"I want to look at the stars. At the fire it's too bright."

You feel Sy nodding. You two stand there for what feels like an eternity without talking.

"You didn't say hi," he remarks after a while.

“You didn’t say goodbye!” is your answer and you can’t hide the bitterness in your words.

Sy inhales deeply. “I didn’t,” is all he says. Then he pulls his Hoodie over his head and gives it to you. “Here, you are shivering.”

You don’t want to accept it, but he is right. You really are freezing. And you need to talk with Sy, give it a closure, whatever it was that you two had last year.

So you put it on. And you realize immediately that this was a fault. You take in the scent it radiates. The scent that takes you back to the moments where you were lucky enough to be near him. When he leaned down to you at Megan’s wedding, that day on the beach when you jumped into his arms, the day you stumbled into his embrace and he kissed your cheek.

“I wanted to protect you. I didn’t want you to sit there waiting for me when we didn’t even know if this is something worth waiting for. And to be honest, I wanted to protect myself, too. I was afraid I couldn’t make it through these months if I felt more for you than I already did.”

Sy sits down on the rock, his thighs spread wide. He pulls you down to sit in between them and wraps his arms around you.

“Didn’t help anyway. I couldn’t stop thinkin’ of you the whole fuckin’ time. Every hour of every day of every week of every month. Was starin’ at the stars so often. Always thought that at least they are the same, shining down on me and you. That made me feel a little bit nearer to you. And I was lookin’ at your photo all the time.” You hear his deep chuckle, although it sounds a little bit different than you know it. It has some sad undertones this time.

Of all the things he told you, you pick the most stupid thing to answer him. “Noooo, not that stupid photo, I’m looking awful in it.”

This time Sy’s chuckle is brighter, the way you know and love it. “Nope, darlin’, already told you. Pretty as a speckled pup!”

You turn your head to look at him. And at the sight of him, looking at you so soft, the fire throwing light and shadow over his face, you know it’s going to happen. You lean into him, you can feel his breath and then finally he closes the last distance and his lips brush over yours. His whiskers tickle at the corner of your mouth but you decide immediately that you love it.

Sy grabs you at your waist and pulls you sideways onto his lap. With the new angle, he is able to pull you closer and deepen his kiss. His tongue carefully licks over your upper lip and you respond to it by opening your mouth to let him explore it. You feel like the world around you fades away and it is just Sy and you. Both of you put all the love, all the desperation you felt in the last eight months into this kiss and so your hearts are racing when you finally part your lips again, gasping for air.

Sy stands up, carrying you bridal style without any effort. When he moves you near the fire, you notice that everyone else is gone. Sy sees the confused expression on your face and grins.

“I asked Fletcher if he could make sure to give us a little more privacy.” Sy kneels down on a blanket next to the fire and puts you down. His wide frame leans over you the next moment and his mouth is on yours again. Soon his lips travel from your mouth to your jaw and neck, finally resting on a spot under your ear where his kisses and sucks made your whole body shiver.

He pulls his head back, looking down onto you with his eyes dark. “Are you still cold?” he asks you.

“No, I’m feeling as good as never before,” you whisper. Your hand travels to his jaw and you run your fingers through his coarse beard. Sy leans into your touch, closing his eyes.

“I can shave it!” he tells you but you shake your head. “No, I think I like it. Missing your curls though.” you answer him while running your other hand through the soft hair on the back of his head.

“Yeah, gonna need to grow them out again. You will need something to hold onto.” He winks at you and you can’t hold back a laugh. That’s the Sy you missed so much.

You get back to kiss each other, and soon your hands are traveling over each other's bodies. The heat of the fire and of Sy’s body gets to you and you lean up to get rid of Sy’s hoodie. Sy mirrors you and pulls his shirt over his head. You gasp at the sight of his bare chest. His shoulders are even wider than you remember and you can’t help it, you want to bite into his pecs that heave with every one of his deep breaths.

You straddle him and kiss him passionately. Sy’s hands grab your ass and he pulls you impossibly close to him. You feel him pressing against your core, hard and big, and you moan at the sensation. Sy tugs on your shirt and you help him to get it off of you. You hadn’t bothered to wear a bra and Sy grunts in appreciation as his hands cup both of your breasts. Soon he repalces one hand with his mouth and he circles your hard nipple with his tongue. “Damn, baby you are gorgeous!” he tells you and sinks back into the soft flesh of your breasts.

Then he moves, laying you down onto your back and slowly he trails a path of wet kisses down to your belly until he reaches the waistband of your jeans. His eyes move up to your face as his hands go for the button. Instead of an answer you help him open it and pull at your zipper. Sy rolls down your jeans, tugging the tight fabric until you are finally laying in front of him, only in your soaked panties. His beard tickles you as he kisses you all the way up from your ankle to your knee and then further up your thigh and you squirm under him. Soon you feel his warm breath through the lacy fabric of your underwear.

“Please, Sy!” you beg and he answers you teasingly with a chaste kiss onto your clothed mound. “Sy! Please!” you plead once more and he finally listens. He pulls down your panties and parts your legs with his shoulders. And then his mouth is where you wanted it to be.

Slowly, way too slowly, he licks with his tongue through your folds up to your clit. A gasp escapes your mouth when he reaches your pearl. Sy keeps playing with it, drawing circles around it, sucking it into his mouth. With his tongue flattened, he laps along your entrance and then he gets back to your clit again. When you already notice the tension in your middle build up, you feel a finger push into you.

Sy curls it to find your most sensitive spot. And when he reaches it, he adds a second finger and pumps them into you. All the while he rolls your clit between his lips. You can hardly breathe over the sensation Sy's tongue and fingers give you. You press your hips up to his mouth when your climax washes over you and you feel your whole body melt under his ministrations. And even after you come down from your high, Sy doesn’t stop moving over your now oversensitive pearl.

You wriggle under his touch. „Sy, come here!“ you tell him and pull him up to you. Droplets of your juices fall from his wet beard onto your chest when he leans over you with a wide grin.

He sinks his head down to you and kisses you frantically, building up the ache in your core again. You start to fumble on his belt. You’re impatient and want to feel him in every way possible. You had waited so long for this to happen, now you can’t wait a minute longer. But Sy takes all his time to drag this out.

Finally, you manage to undo his belt and your fingers work on the buttons of his jeans next.

“Sy!” you moan into his ear. “I want this so much. I want you.” He just growls in response. His mouth is on your neck and his hand travels down between your legs again. You are still not able to free him from his damn pants and you let out a frustrated huff.

“Will you just already get out of these jeans and fuck me?” you almost cry out. Sy chuckles lightly.

“Oh, baby, I will. Trust me. Just give me one minute. There’s a condom in my jacket.” He gets up and your gaze follows him as he walks to his truck. You take in how the thin layer of sweat that covers his back glistens in the light of the bonfire. It’s the hottest thing you have ever seen.

He gets the condom and then, when he turns back to you, you have to correct yourself. THIS is the hottest thing you have ever seen: Sy walks back to the fire, and when he is towering over you, his chest glistening of sweat all the same, he opens his jeans and lets them drop into the dirt. He’s been going commando under them, so he stands there in all his glory. And because it’s Sy, he’s looking at you with his signature cocky smirk and his eyes dark with desire.

You grab his hand and pull him down to you. Sy drops next to you and the moment he’s on the ground, you take your chance and get on top of him. You kiss him, starting on his neck, then going down over his chest and stomach and then you follow the trail of dark hair to his hard and veiny cock. You pause your movement to lick your lips and then you finally sink your mouth over the swollen head of his cock. Your tongue circles around it and Sy answers with a loud growl.

You can’t take him fully into your mouth but you do your best to make him feel good with your lips, tongue and hand. And you feel him twitch and grow on your tongue.

“Baby, please, you need to stop or I’m not going to last. It’s been too long.” He pulls back and puts the condom into your hand. You sit up and carefully you open the package and roll the condom over his dick.

Then you straddle him, one fist around his cock. Slowly, you guide him through your wet folds to your entrance. You stop for a second, your eyes meet, and your heart is going to burst by the sight of him, looking at you hungrily but also so soft. You sink down onto him, inch for inch and you can barely breathe at the sensation of him stretching you out. When you are seated completely, Sy leans up to you and kisses you. You hook your legs around his hips, put your arms around his neck and pull him tight. Your lips meet again as you start to roll your hips in a slow rhythm.

Your breasts brush over his chest with every movement. You kiss over his jaw and his throat, grind your core on him as you ride him. Sy's head sinks down to your breasts, needily he sucks on your nipples while he rakes his nails over the soft skin of your back.

After some time where you move on top of him in a slow pace, Sy loses his patience, grabs your sides and starts to thrust up to you. Now your hips are crashing together roughly as you both chase your high. Sy lets out deep moans in the same rhythm as his thrusts. One last time he pushes his hips up to you and then he comes with a rumbling groan. He holds you tight against his chest. You follow him only seconds after, just by feeling and hearing his release you reach your high, too and you ride him slowly until the shockwaves that rush through your body cease.

Sy softens the grip of his arms around you and looks at you with hooded eyes. You climb off of him and you fall onto the blanket next to Sy. Panting, both of you look at each other and just smile like idiots.

“So, can I finally take you on a date, then?” Sy asks and you both laugh.

Sequel: Something like that

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peyton-warren · 1 year

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Stick Handling Series Masterlist

Characters: Jake Jensen, Walter Marshall, Captain Syverson, Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett, Geralt, Ari Levinson, and more HC and CE characters making appearances in the future.

Summary/Author's note: Really has nothing to do with Hockey!! @longlineofcrazy challenged me to write what it would be like to watch hockey with my 3 main muses (Jake Jensen, Walter Marshall and Syverson). What was supposed to be just a series of stupid drabbles has morphed into something else completely- implied smut starting around Part 4, and not so implied in Part 8. Vague discussion of military deployments and secret squirrel stuff in Chapter 7. Mostly it's conversations I have with my muses in my head. Appearances made by Ransom Drysdale, Ari Levinson, Geralt, and Curtis Everett and I’m sure others will come along.

Reader is non-specific body type and non-gendered until Part 8. I tried to keep it as inclusive as possible. The boys are in a relationship with the reader but not with each other, which makes things a bit tricky at times.

Part 1: Icing Part 2: Tripping Part 3: Unsportsmanlike Conduct Part 4: Holding the Stick Part 5: Interference Part 6: Roughing Part 7: Delay of Game Part 8: Too Many Men on The Ice (coming soon)

Part 9: Holding

Drabbles, inspos, snippets, and thots - #Stick Handling Series

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The Lost Pearl

Viking Sy x reader

MASTERLIST

TBH I am not sure yet about the story. Maybe I will change some stuff or I will write something different. But I def wanna write more viking sy

TW: War mentioned

Summary: You are the Princess of the Pearl a war turned your world upside down but now it is won and the rebuilding is the most important thing. But then you father sent you on a diplomatic mission to the Woodlands helping the sister of the leader Captain Syverson. The war had closed you off leaving you lost. While, it made Syverson hard and angry. The responsibility of the Woodlands in his hand and his sister engaged to leave him soon to move away. You two meet not getting off to the best start. But will your father be right? Will you be good for each other?

My inspo Board below but no skin type mentioned.

The Lost Pearl

It was over. The war was won. The seas had settled, no longer were the storms harsh, and the sky dark. A breath of relief could be heard throughout the barony. But soon enough, the bells that signaled the victory of the united settlements stopped, and the silence settled in. It was compressing the air, making it sweltering hot. Not even the breeze of the saltwater and the gentle waves of the seaside could ease the pain of grief. So many men were lost. And it was not over yet. You sight deeply, turning away from the destruction you saw below your balcony, walking off into the castle. Yes, the war was won but now the reconstruction started. Who knows how long it would take and how hard it would be with so many lost people and the remaining ones grieving. The crop field was destroyed, and the fish were scared off from the wars on the sea. Your father and brothers would come home soon. You could still not believe that they had survived the war. Breathing in profoundly you put the silver net over your hair, pinning it in place with glass needles adorned with pearls. A gift from your father when you were fifteen. Such a long time ago. Back then you had so many dreams. Childish ones you know thought. Dreaming of finding a handsome prince, marriage, and happy life at court. Sitting still and smiling being awed at in a beautiful dress. Laughing with your friends and gossiping about the newest scandal. You almost laughed at that naive young girl but you felt for her. She did not know what was to come. The terrible things she would see. The war had started three years later. Just when you were off age, getting ready for suitors. Shaking your head you straightened your spine. The people are only as strong as their leader. You had no idea how often you whispered this to yourself. It must have been thousands of times.

You walked out of your chamber, it was early still but no rest for the wary. You had tasks to do. You walked along the corridor down the stairs to the Foye. Maids and servants were running around, getting readers for guests and of course your father. High prince of the Southern Sea. Most people just called the palace the Pearl. It was made of white marble, shimmering faint pink in the sunlight. It was truly a beautiful place. Not that you had given it much thought. What is beauty worth when all the people are dead who would admire it? You reached your study, well your father's study without being stopped. It was a relief you did not want to engage in silly talks. Maria was making such a fuss. You could practically hear her say: “Oh, what linen should we use? The white or blue? Which would your father be more pleased about?” As if it mattered, not after everything. Sighing you sat on the dark oak desk. You were too harsh on Maria, she was a sweet old lady. She had helped raise you after your mother’s death and was a constant in your life that you were happy about. She just wanted to hold on to normality. Something you had abandoned a long time ago. Rubbing your forehead you began to review the letters.

Soon enough it was midday and a maid brought you something to eat. You acknowledged her with a small smile and a nod. The steam of the dish was wafting over to you. It smelled delicious but you could not eat it. Not yet. You had so many letters from people asking for grain, and stone to repair their houses. Troubles in towns and worries of majors from settlements. When the war started, your father was called to the city of stones. Some people just called it starlight as it shone brightest in the dark. A beacon for people, for a better life. Your father was there to council the King on what to do. The seamen from the south had united to attack the Pearl and the City of Stones. The Dunklings had united to attack the northern region Woodland. A once-close ally to the City of Stones. Soon enough your brothers were called to defend their kingdom. Only your eldest brother remained. He was entrusted by your father to lead the city and defend it. He also had a wife and a newborn. You liked his wife very much. She stood up to your brother, who had the tendency to dismiss any female voice in favor of a male. Your nephew should be around four or five now. You had lost track. It had been so long since you had seen her. The only relief was the knowledge that she was safe. Far from battle. The City of Stone had a secret settlement hidden within the mountain not far from it. It was sealed, most ladies of the court and the heirs of the court were sent there at the beginning of the war. You were supposed to go too.

You had helped Aishwarya, your sister-in-law, into the carriage. Closing your eyes you had held back tears. It was possible this was the last time you would see her. Her smile and loud laughter, the rattling of her many bangles. She had begged you to come with her. You knew she was scared. You should have been scared too. Aishwarya was a trained warrior before she married your brother Armand. If someone like her was scared then you should be terrified. But all you felt was sadness. If you were to die you would do it here. With your people, where you grew up, the place you loved. It just was not right to go. To hide until the war was over. Leaving because you were privileged while there were children stuck in villages being slaughtered. “I would have done the same,” Aishwarya said, looking down at her boy, “but-” “I know.” You reassured her with a nod. “Take care sister. We will see each other again.” With these words, the carriage took off.

Rubbing your temple you sat back in the chair. You should feel relieved that the war was over. You had won and your family would be home again. You could return to mindlessly wandering about, having picnics, and gossiping about boys. Only you found you did not want to. You were happy with the role you had. Commander over the City. Your brother had been called away shortly after he was installed as Commander of the City. At first, the advisers took the place of the commander, debating on what to do. But that was all they were doing. When they failed to respond quickly to an attack via sea you had enough. The next morning you wandered in the great hall, halting all talk. You stood in front of the table they sat at, in front of the high chair your father would sit in. You mustered everyone, looking them in the eye. Slowly sitting down, you had worn your crown. As it was your right as the highest-ranking princess in the Pearl. You could see the shock in the faces of the old men. Not even your brother Armand had dared to sit in the high chair. But you could not care less, the rage you felt was far worse. The screams of the people and the boom of the cannons still rang in your ears. You turned to a servant near to you. “Open the windows.” He immediately complied. Turning to the men you still had no expression on your face. They were about to say something but you held up your hand. Nonetheless one of the higher ranking advisers, with white strainy hair and sun-damaged skin spoke up. “My Princess, it is not appropriate for you to be here.” His voice carried the message clearly. Here meant not only on the throne but in this room taking up space acting as if you could have anything to say. Your lip twitched, not in amusement. You leaned forward looking everyone in the eyes. “Turn to the windows.” By now the room was illuminated by the morning sun. Confused they did what you said. “A red sun.” You said matter of fact as if you did not need to say more. Slowly you got up, wandering around the table towards the man who had spoken. “ A red sun.” You said once more, louder, angrier. You walked your round around the table ending up in front of the throne again. The anger written over your face. “A red sun! A sunrise bathed in blood. The blood of our people because you were too incompetent to make a decision. Is that not right?” You turned to the advisor on your left. He looked at you in shock but seeing your anger he bowed his head. “Where was the strength of the Pearl yesterday? Where was the leadership we stood for? Where were you?” You had leaned over the table. Your voice echoed in the room. No one gave a response too shocked, to see a woman speak like this. Releasing a breath you shook your head, walking over to the man that had spoken before. “Tell me, Lord Bergen, where exactly should I be? In my chamber embroidering dresses? Searching for a husband that can do the talking for me? Crying in fear and panic running into the arms of a man?” The smirk on your face slowly disappeared as you leaned in, getting right into his face. His eyes were sparkling with anger. But that is what you wanted. “I would do such things but unfortunately I do not see any men here worthy enough.” With that, you turned around going back to the thrown. “From now on I will be Commander of the City.” Protest rang out. “SILENCE. Since you are so incompetent I see no other choice. And may I remind you I am the princess of the Sea City. High Princess of the City of Stone by my mother's line. First in generations. Heiress to the throne of the Sea and Stone if my brothers and father do not return and the king dies.” This quietened the men. “Good. Now that we have established who is in charge here I will establish the rules. If I find that you are plotting against me or my people I will personally execute you. If you speak to me in a manner that I find not befit you will lay your head to rest in the dungeons for a while until you learned your less. If you withhold things from me you will be marked as a traitor no one will ever give you work. Is that understood?” They nodded in agreement. “If anyone wishes to leave the council then say so. I will not hold it against you and no punishment will befall you.” You waited until finally, the man that had addressed you earlier stood up. Looking you in the eyes before leaving the hall. “Very well, then to business. First-order is rebuilding our defense and a rapid response team to combat intruders before the cavalry arrives.”

This little encounter still brought a smile to your face. The power you felt was a rush, and the rush never stopped. It was like you were made to lead. The council soon noticed it too. They came to you willingly asking for advice or informing you of rumors they heard. Soon whispers began to arise, the heart of the pearl they named you. You paid it no mind. Not until it was announced your father and brothers would come home. At first, you were happy, and relieved but soon reality settled in. As soon as your father was home no one would be interested in hearing what you got to say. He would take charge again leaving you to your ‘womanly duties’.

Throwing down the letter you had read over and over and yet still could not remember what it said you, leaned back. Looking around the office. You felt ashamed of the mixed feelings you have towards your father's return. A knock pulled you out of your thoughts. An excited Maria stuck her head through the door. “It is time. They are almost here.” Giving her a forced smile you nodded in thanks. She closed the door her hurried footsteps echoing through the corridors. Many ladies of the court had returned last week. But your family was still needed in the City of Stones advising the King. But now they were on their way, almost home. Maybe half an hour away. They always sent a rider to inform the court.

Taking a deep breath you stood up, making your way out of the office, down the left corridor back to the Foye. “Is the wine and bread read?” The servant nodded. “What about the chambers? Is Everything in order?” The maid nodded. You should have asked them sooner. It is not like they would be able to do anything now. Turning around you looked at the decorations, not much but to be expected after a war. War does not care for flowers or anything else growing. At least the cook was preparing a good meal. You remembered you had not eaten yet. The meal in the study went untouched. Maybe that is why you are so irritated.

Just as you were about to check on the dining hall the sound of a horn caught your attention. Stepping out of the Foye onto a stone platform that oversees the village, beneath you you saw riders in white and blue riding towards the gate. The steps leading up to the stone platform had suffered some damage but were the least damaged part of the city so you did not care to repair them. If your father had an issue with what you had done that would be his problem. The calls from the townspeople could be heard, signaling the high prince and princes were in the city. You closed your eyes for a moment taking it in. How long had you longed for this? Wished the war was all a dream? Then what was that feeling in you?

Just when you opened your eyes your father rounded the corner. He looked older than you remembered, his dark hair had streaks of white in them and his beard looked like a mixture of salt and pepper. You wanted to run to him, fling yourself in his arms. Making him spin you around like the times when you were a kid. But you were not the impulsive little girl anymore. You had learned a great deal of control over the years. You suppressed your tears, straightened up, and put on a polite smile.

Your father dismounted his horse, striding towards you, taking off his helmet. You now could clearly see the dark lines underneath his eyes and the wrinkles around his mouth. He looked so different. You wondered if you had changed. “My beloved daughter.” He caressed your face. You closed your eyes for a moment enjoying your father's warmth. Then he did something that took you by surprise. He hugged you tightly to him releasing a breath. Whispering again “My beloved daughter.” You did not know how to react to the open affection. Slowly you lifted your arms hugging him back before stepping back. “Father, welcome home.” You turned taking the cup of wine from the servant and giving it to your father. He was still looking at you, with an unreadable expression. After a couple of seconds, he took the wine and turned toward the crowd. You know let your eyes wander. You could see your three brothers. Armand is the oldest and most dutiful. Ethos is the middle child and the most gentle one. Lastly, Amros the youngest of your brothers and the wildest. Armos had his arm in a sling, Ethos had a scar running along his face, and Armand had bruises littering his hands and face.

You averted your gaze. You had heard nothing from what your father said but could imagine, it was always the same. You had given this speech too. At once your brothers came up the stairs being handed wine. It was not common for someone to stand next to the High Prince while he gave his speech unless it was another ruler. But he had not said anything and it came so naturally to you to stand there. Your father turned and went into the palace, Armand followed immediately so did you. Suddenly an arm was flung over your shoulders, making you flinch and reach for your dagger hidden in your dress. Before you could do anything Amros voice rang out. “My, my, my sister have you grown.” He grinned at you. You could not help but fall into the old pattern of rolling your eyes. He was only a year older than you so you two always got into trouble together. “Oh, oh do not let Maria see you roll your eyes she will get the wooden spoon.” You elbowed him into his side making him flinch harder than necessary. You made a note, that he was also injured in his ribs. He let go of you winking your way before sauntering to the next servant grabbing another cup of wine.

The feast was long and awkward. You had made a beeline to the throne and were about to sit down when the silence caught you off guard making you aware that your father was standing next to you. You quickly straightened again and kissed his cheek acting as if you just wanted to say hello again. You moved three chairs down. Leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. Armand had the first chair then Ethos and then Amros. It stung. Now that the war was over you were just a woman again.

Your father settled into his office quickly. Amros was already womanizing again and Armand was looking after his family. Ethos was gone for the most part you had no idea where he was and you did not care. You struggled to fit into the “normal” again. It made you angry, you felt powerless, just a thing to look at. The adviser still greeted you but did not seek your advice anymore. You felt lost. No one needed you anymore.

A knock startled you. “Come in.” You called out. Your father's head appeared behind the white door. You put your book down in question. You were still in your white nightgown seeing no sense in getting dressed. You had spent most of your days in your room staring out of the window or pretending to read. “Hello, my little flower. May I come in?” You nodded pointing to a chair across from you. His walk was assured as usual but his eyes betrayed him. Something was up. You immediately straightened. Did something happen? Did someone attack again?

He sat down, looking out the window. You waited for him to speak. He breathed heavily, finally turning to you. He took the book and laid it on the table. Then he wrapped his big, rough hands around yours. “I wanted to thank you, and apologize.” You looked at him in question. He caressed your hands. “My beloved daughter my advisers made me aware of what you have done for us. For our people.” You looked down at your lap not being able to hold his eyes. “You were strong when we needed you the most. I just wish you did not have to do it.” “Father-.” He held his hand up silencing you. “After your mother died I have to admit I was worried. I had no idea how to raise a daughter.” You did not, you thought, Maria did. “And I am sorry if I have not given you the acknowledgment you deserved. But I want you to know that you do not need to be strong anymore. I will take care of everything again. I do not want you to worry.” Your back stiffened. Trying to keep a neutral face and not betray the anger you felt towards him right now. How could he do this to you? Could he not see how much you had grown. How you were not the little girl anymore with silly thoughts. How you were a woman capable of leading. Maybe better than Armand, even though you would never say this. You pulled your hands back, standing. “You do not need to worry about me father.” You picked up your book walking towards your shelve. “I just did my part in the war.” “Yes, yes you did.” He whispered looking a the floor. He felt a sadness settle into him. The first time after so many years when he finally saw his daughter he did not recognize her. He just saw a woman, with hard lines across her mouth and sharp eyes. Not the bright-eyed mischievous girl. It broke his heart when he realized the woman was his daughter. He stood up, hesitantly walking over to the door. He stayed for a moment turning around and kissing you on your forehead. You had not turned to him. Your father walked out of the room with dread in his heart. His daughter had lost her spark and it was his responsibility to bring it back. And he knew how. He went straight to his study, barking at his guards that no one was to disturb him. He put all the letters aside. This could wait. Pulling out another sheet of paper he began to write. When he was at the City of Stone the attacks were vicious. It was a lost battle but then they heard it, the horns of the Woodland men. They came to their aid and they won the battle. One thing he imminently picked up upon was that they were not people of false politeness. They were strong, direct, and had no regard for the structured court life. The men were equal. The leader slept with his men in tents outside of the city although he was offered a bed inside the palace. He smirked at his plan. You might not like it but it would do you good.

A fortnight later he received a reply. Breathing a sigh of relief he got up making his way to your room. You had hardly come out anymore. You had this blank face and even his younger son Amros picked up on it. Even though he was the most oblivious of his children. Your father could not remember the last time you laughed. Truly laughed not the false politeness. He knocked at your door. Waiting for you to reply. Your empty voice always resulted in an ache in his heart. “Good morning, my daughter.” You were dressed in a light blue gown sitting at your usual spot. He went across your room sitting in the chair opposite of you. He had to proceed carefully. “I just got a letter.” You raised your head looking at him in question. “You know my advisers called you silver tongue with a certain kind of steel. They speak highly of you and-.” He paused for a moment. “You have grown up to be a beautiful woman. You know the ins and outs of court, you are a diplomat-” “What is this about?” You interrupted him. A couple years ago you would not have dared to do so. But you developed into a no nonsense woman. Your father looked at you shocked but slowly smile formed on his lips. “Yes your mother also did not like my rambling. The war destroyed many things but it also reformed our world. We once were good allies to the Woodland men and now we are again. I do not know if you know but Ilsa the sister of the leader is engaged to Eothin your cousin. Once she is married to him she will live in our court. The Woodland men do not have the same customs as we have. I wanted to ask if you would help her?” “Help her? How?” “You know the ins and outs of court you have lifed both here and in the Stone City. You are a high princess the only one.” He held up his hand silencing you. “And you are the only one I can trust to keep the relationship friendly. Having someone help their leaders sister in court showcases a willingness to work to form a bond. Besides-.” He leaned back breathing out. “We owe them. After what they did for us on the battle field.” He broke off and you knew he would not say another word. “I’ll help her.” You sipped at your tea. Watching your father closely. You knew how it worked to sweet talk someone into something. You just could not figure out why this was so important to him that you do so. It was true you grew up in court but so did other ladies. Your father smiled at you. “Thank you my little flower.” He kissed your head and walked towards the door. I will sent the servants to help you pack and to get you warmer clothes it is cold in the north.” You looked at him in confusion. But before you could say anything he slipped out of your room. You released an aggravated sigh. That is why he was sweet talking. She was not coming here or staying at the Stone City. It was you coming to her.

You sent away the servants who came to help you pack and make a list of things. You needed time to think. Tapping your finger on the wooden chair you grind-ed your teeth. A bad habit you had aquiered over the last few years. Your initial reaction was to go to your father and refuse. Set him straight that he cannot come into a home he had not been in for years take over leadership again and sent you off to make some woman a lady. How ridiculous. But the more you thought about it the more you found you wanted to go. Leave this place. It felt like a cage made out of Marble and the seas side was rising. Eventually it will drown you. You got up slowly your joints aching from the long sitting. You walked over to your wash table picking up a white hairbrush, with gold ornaments adorned with a pink flower. Your mother used to brush your hair with this while singing or telling you stories. You had not used it in years. Ever since your mother had died. But now you sat down removing the hairnet and brushed your hair. You wanted to hum but the sound got stuck. You closed your eyes imagining your mother enjoying the feeling of the brush on your hair. “If the one way does not work well then you try another.” You heard the voice of your mother say. You went to the door calling out for your maid. It was time to pack. You were going to the north.

The ride was tedious. You had said goodbye to your family over a week ago. Amros was so mad at father for sending you away. Your family just got together so why would you leave. But father had not budged neither had you. Ethos just hugged you tightly, giving you a small smile. You would be staying over winter so your father had sent letters to tailors in Warhorse. It should be all ready when you arrived. It was not necessary to wear warm clothes in the south so you had non. And no tailor here had any fabric warm enough. You had past the stone city and were now passing small villages along the way. You would cross into Woodland territory any moment. You had never been outside of the Kingdoms of Kingdoms. Your father had given you a carriage the way was too long to ride for an untrained person. He sent half a dozens men with you to keep you safe until you crossed the boarder. Then you would be escorted by the northern men. You had heard about them growing up. They were different from your people more wild and brutish they said. You reminded yourself they are allies now you cannot have and preconceived notions about them.

Suddenly a horn sound drifted towards you. You had never heard a sound like that it was rough almost like a war cry. You looked out the carriage but you could not see anything. The carriage halted. “What is going on?” Where we under attack? Your hand drifted to your dagger. The soldier guarding you appeared at your door. “The north men are here we crossed their boarder.” You nodded in thanks. You straightened your spine, checked if your hair was still in its net. Then stepped out of the carriage. You were greeted by a wall of horses. Around a dozen. You were surprised by the manpower in front of you. Why were there so many men? The horses were big but the men atop of them seemed even bigger. Broad, most of them with long hair covert in fur. You realized that you had not moved since seeing the men. So you made your way with ease only a woman of high rank possessed towards them. Two men dismounted the horse and came towards you and your men. They took of their helmets revealing unkempt beards. One had long hair with braids, while the other one had a buzz cut. The one with the buzz cut stepped forward bowing slightly. You reciprocated with a curtsy. The first thing you noticed about him was how dirty he was. His boots were covered in mud, as were his pants. His leather vest seemed worn. Seems like the rumors were true the north men were wild. He mustered you for a second too. “My Lady, I am here to escort you back to Warhorse.” “Thank you my lord. I am Princess Y/N. Please to make your aquientence.” You had purposefully said Princess. It was a natural response to you now to establish that you were in power, higher ranking. But your heart stopped when he said: “Pleased to meet you Princess. I am the leader of the Woodland people Captain Syverson.” He smirked. Shit. He ranked higher than you and he knew it. And now your first words to the leader was scolding him for how he had addressed you. Why had you not informed yourself on how the leader looked like? Had he nothing better to do than escort someone? “Shall we?” You could only nod. This was going to be a long winter.

PART 2

Let me know what you guys think. As I said not sure yet about it.

Also I lost my taglist again so if you wanna be tagged comment.

Think of it as Tolkien meets Pride and Prejudice

AND pLease leave comments! I need all the encouragement and love you can give me

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captainsy-cookiemonster · 3 years

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Sy vibes?? 👀 #NSFW

Absolutely Sy vibes😰😰😰 daaaamn😰😰😰

Open at your own risk. NSFW!!

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Imagine ✨on leave Sy✨

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sillyrabbit81 · 2 years

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Sliding in your ask box respectfully with this

Sy? 🥺👉👈

WOMAN!!!!

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foodieforthoughts · 3 years

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When you watch Sand Castle for the nth time to get inspired for the series and then get distracted with all the hotness on the screen.

#foodiewrites #sand and stars series #captain syverson #captain syverson fanfic #writing inspo

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The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Chapter Five:Sensory Integration 1

Pairing: Captain “Sy” Syverson x OFC (Shane Benton)

Summary: A Friday full of teasing for Shane ends in a steak dinner with a blue-eyed beefcake. If you don’t finish this chapter hungry for one or the other, if not both, I haven’t done my job! Lol! (For inspo on Sy’s date outfit, think back to that one Men’s Health photoshoot Hen did and just imagine his hair shorter. That’s what I did. lol!)

Click me to catch up on the story and other stuff by Hannah!

Word Count: 4k (This date got away from me! Lol! And it’s only half over!)

Warnings: Mostly this is utter fluffy fluff, but I’m gonna put the following warnings on, anyway. Language, mature themes, alcohol consumption, borderline food worship (Shane may have a problem, I definitely do! Lol!) Also, pretty much every Sy fic I’ve read says that his given name is Logan, so...should his given name be used henceforth, that’s what I’m going with because it seems the most cannon and I like it and if it’s good enough for Wolverine...

Author’s Note: So, guys, this is crazy. First off, the reaction and love Sy and Shane’s story has been getting has taken me completely off guard and utterly made my day/week. (I’m serious. Every note makes my heart do a happy dance. A like, a reblog, a comment. It all means the world to me. Thank you for your feedback and for sharing this story.) Second, YOUR FEEDBACK MATTERS TO ME! Because initially, idk what I was thinking. I was going to skim over their first date and like…not write it…and I kept getting notes as I worked on further chapters to the tune of “can’t wait for this date!” and I thought…hmm…well, the date must be written! So, here it is, the first half-ish, of Shane and Sy’s first date. I hope it’s all you were expecting…or at least half of all you were expecting! Lol! More to come in part two of Sens Integ! (BTW, fun fact, these chapter titles are all named after treatments that therapists actually use on their patients sometimes! Lol!)

Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, Henry is not mine, le sigh, and all mention of him, his characters, any characters from his films, or his precious doggy, Kal, are strictly for transformative and recreational use. I neither ask for, nor accept payment for the work I post on Tumblr or AO3. Unbeta’d because this is for fun and escapism.

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Friday morning. She was up with the sun. And a bit before, really. Today was the day. Her first date with Sy. She’d taken extra care in the shower, less clumsy, thank God! She shaved her legs because she had chosen to wear a knee-length blue dress with a scoop neck and cap sleeves in wrinkle-proof Jersey knit since it would be in her tote bag all day. She was not shaving because she thought anything would happen tonight with Sy. She didn’t think she was ready.

That is, she was ready, but, only physically. Emotionally, mentally, she would need to prepare for him a bit longer before taking him as a lover. She hoped he was on the same page.

He had an appointment in the early afternoon. He greeted her with his warm “Hello, sunshine.” Following it up by telling her how pretty she looked today, causing blush to burn in her cheeks. She’d reciprocated, even though he was in his typical tee and shorts look. It was still true. They got on their usual bikes to warm up for about 15 minutes, and then took to the leg press to try to advance his strengthening.

“I’m really proud of your progress! You wouldn’t have been able to do this much weight two weeks ago!” She encouraged him.

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely. Now, we are going to do some drills next. Simple ones, but they aren’t going to be fun for you. I’ve chosen to do them on your last day of the week for a reason. You may be sore. Ice and whatever you take OTC if you must. Ibuprofen or acetaminophen. But try the ice first. It shouldn’t be too bad.”

“Okay.” He conceded, dejected.

“Stretching afterward.” She promised.

“Okay!” He pepped up. She knew he just loved an excuse to have her hands on him.

Later, as he lay on the mat, sweaty from the exertion of the drills, with her up there with him having to use her whole body to leverage the proper stretch out of his hip flexors, she felt the heavy weight of his gaze. She tried to look anywhere but those sapphire eyes below her. They were too vulnerable. She couldn’t handle that right now. Not here.

“Shane?” Dammit, he was gonna make her.

“Hmm?” She looked down at him, smile meeting smile.

“I just…” he couldn’t seem to get out the words. But she thought she understood what he was feeling.

“I know, Sy. I know.” She gently patted his outer thigh where she had been bracing her hand for the stretch, and let his leg back down, while dismounting the mat, as well.

“Well, that’s about the hour. Any questions before I let you go?”

“Are you as excited for tonight as I am?” He asked. She chuckled. She couldn’t imagine him being more excited than she was!

“Yes! Hehe! But I still kinda meant about therapy, Sy.”

“Oh, right. Are you excited to finish up with your therapy patients at therapy today so I can pick you up from the therapy clinic and take you on our date?”

“Just because you say therapy 20 times doesn’t make it about therapy.” She laughed.

“Okay, I do have a question for you, since I’m here.”

“Shoot.” She encouraged.

He stood and held her face, taking it into a kiss so devastatingly and painfully tender, she could not process what to do next. She was leaning toward fainting. But then tackling him onto the mat again seemed an attractive option. She settled for placing her hands on his waist, ready to control the situation as need arose. But after a brief moment of slight deepening, he broke away, still holding her face in his large strong hands.

“Ahem. That’s a good question. Why don’t I have you a reply later this evening?”

“Sounds good to me, sunshine.” He grinned widely, and waved a quiet goodby to her.

She walked to the doorway of the small room to watch him walk out…his gait still uneven from his injury but improving enough that she could tell he once took very…confident strides. She could almost picture it. She sighed, forgetting herself for a moment until Anita came up behind her walking her elderly patient with a gait belt and front wheeled walker.

"Is that a bit of drool on your chin, Shane?" she said quietly, but still startling the younger therapist from her reverie.

"Oh, uh, hey." she checked her chin, absentmindedly, late in getting the joke, and rolled her eyes. "Funny, Nita. Do you need anything?"

"Nope, Gladys and I are just headed to the gym for a few minutes on the NuStep to round out her treatment." Nita grinned at Shane.

"Who was that handsome young man that just left, Shane?" Gladys asked her, as women of her…demographic tended to do.

"He's just one of our patient's Miss Gladys. But I can't tell you his name. It's against the privacy policy." She explained.

"Oh, okay. Well, if I was a few years younger, I'd let ya give him MY name…and my telephone number." she smirked with pride in herself. All three ladies giggled.

"I'm pretty sure he's spoken for, Gladys." Anita broke the news to her randy patient, smirking at her coworker.

"Shame! Well, that's one lucky young lady!" Gladys hobbled on with the walker as Anita cued her not to let the device get too far ahead of her feet. Shane was beet red from the whole interaction. At least she wouldn't have to wear blush tonight.

Her day finally finished, notes done, and final communications sent, the most important (in her opinion, probably not her employer's) message of them all was next. The text to Sy that he could head toward the clinic to pick her up.

She touched up her eye makeup, applied another coat of mascara, and dabbed on some of her favorite lipstick in a deep red that complimented her skin tone. She also spritzed on a bit of her favorite Armani perfume before slipping on her dress and black ballet flats and sliding on a pair of simple hoop earrings. She'd had her hair pulled up all day in a clip, so it should be pleasantly wavy when she took it down…and with a bit of flipping, shaking out, and finger diffusing, it was.

She looked in the mirror. She was ready.

Was she ready? She examined herself in the full length mirror in the empty locker room at the clinic. The dress and the shoes suddenly seemed all wrong, both together and as individual pieces for the occasion. She looked great, it wasn't that…but…was it right for tonight? Should she cancel? Was she being ridiculous? Clearly she was, as she'd already sent the message telling Sy he could come get her. But the closer she got to being ready to go, the less ready she felt. Those butterflies were suddenly clawing at her esophagus, disrupting the bile in her stomach, and threatening to choke off her air supply. They were no longer pleasantly fluttering. She felt like she had a boot against her windpipe.

She was snapped out of the panic attack when she heard her phone go off. A message from Sy.

Your chariot, m'lady. Should I come in and get ya?

She grinned like a lunatic. How could she have considered calling tonight off?

Nay, m'lord, verily the gates be locked. I shall use the rear exit and meet thee around yonder forsooth.

Wow, you ran with that one. *laughing in tears emoji*

I have that tendency. Lol. *monocle wearing emoji*

She grabbed her bags, walked out the back door, and tossed the one that wasn't her purse into her vehicle, which was parked nearby and walked around to the front. He was standing on the sidewalk near that edge of the building.

The sun was just setting, and the light from it hit him so bewitchingly that it took away her breath. Not in the frightening way of the panic attack she'd just had, but in the nice way, like right before you surface from a deep dive and you know the sweet relief of oxygen is imminent. She assessed his ensemble with approval. Black books, sleek dark blue jeans, and a sapphire v-neck polo that even in the low light of near dusk made his blue eyes dance with vibrant intensity against his fading tan. His hair was starting to grow out ever so slightly, but it was still very close cropped. His beard, she could tell, had been finely groomed, combed, and styled. He looked…well, she'd never looked up the word "handsome" in the dictionary, but she imagined it would describe the image before her quite succinctly. And alternatively, Sy's image could be used as an illustration in the reference book, itself.

The best part, though, was the look on his face when he saw her.

She felt like he'd never properly looked at her, perhaps. Maybe he wasn't expecting a dress, or loose hair, or red lips. Or maybe it was a combo of the whole Date Shane package he was seeing before him. As his eyes beheld her, he almost looked confused. As if she was a stand-in. Or maybe an alien. Some body-snatcher. Only he wasn't frightened. She was having a hard time working out his expression as she'd really never seen it before, and particularly, never aimed in her direction. He said one word.

"Wow." It was reverent. Not a whisper. But barely a decibel above.

Again, her cheeks required no artificial pigmentation.

"Hey. You look…you certainly scrub up good, mister." she giggled nervously, feeling immensely awkward at her inability to properly compliment the chiseled image of Adonis before her. His every muscle hugged to perfection by the fabric covering it. How did you even begin to tell such perfection how perfect it was?

"You…Shane, I don't remember the last time I saw anyone look so beautiful." he frowned, as if trying to recall, then giving up with a smile, and leaning in to kiss her cheek. He lingered a moment to hug her, hold her as the day faded, breathe her in. She did the same. He was freshly showered and wearing cologne, as he often did, but it rarely hit her so solidly as it did tonight. She loved this scent. Woody, but earthy, with notes of bergamot, a kind of musky scent similar to amber, but more masculine, and something spicy that she loved. The combination exploded like an olfactory fireworks display.

The shirt was an unthinkably soft cotton (blended she thought perhaps with kitten, she could not stop touching it.) and the warmth of him radiated into her as his chest rose and fell over the course of his numerous breaths as they stood there holding each other and enjoying this feast for the senses.

"You ready for supper?" he asked, a faint but distinct rumble from his abdomen indicating that he most certainly was.

"Yes." she smiled up at him as he took her hand in his and led her to his truck. A Ford F150, the same sapphire blue as his shirt and his eyes. She was sensing a pattern, here. It wasn't the newest vehicle, but he had taken immaculate care of it. She felt shame for her own treatment of her Explorer, Bessie, which often functioned as storage shed, trash can, and sometimes, hotel, when she felt like a road trip on a shoestring budget. He walked her to the passenger side, opened the door for her, and helped her in, as the truck sat a bit higher than what she was used to.

"So, I have us a table saved at this great steakhouse just down the road. And then, it's supposed to be a nice night, I thought we could take a walk by the lake?"

It sounded perfect to her. Quiet and simple.

"Amazing. As long as your knee is up for a walk?"

"I've got all weekend to rest before getting tortured again." he smirked at her as he pulled the truck out of the parking lot and on the main road toward the interstate. "B'sides, who better to have with me if I start hurtin' than my PT?"

The emphasis he placed on the possessive pronoun, claiming her as HIS PT sent a delighted shiver through her that she blamed on the AC, which he promptly turned down.

He had his Spotify shuffling Kings of Leon at a low volume as they conversed lightly and pleasantly. Since it was an earlier model, even well equipped as it was, it wasn't quite ready for auxiliary or Bluetooth sound, so he'd bought one of those radio receivers that tune into an unused frequency and connect to your phone or iPod. She'd retrofitted her 2003 Ford Explorer in a similar fashion.

They were both caught a bit off guard when "Sex on Fire" came on, and tried valiantly to keep talking. But it was hard to hear anything but those lyrics. Singing of exhibitionism and dangerous sex acts that were definitely moving violations…and simply the sex being on fire. She was thankful, for once, that this song that she'd always found catchy without paying much attention to the actual lyrics, was now fading into the night as they pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant.

She remembered to wait for him to get the door for her, even though it had been ages since she'd been on a date or had any kind of romance whatsoever. He helped her down from her perch, giving her a gentlemanly moment to adjust her skirt before taking her hand and leading her into the building.

He opened the door and led her in by that lumbar lordosis that made everyone tremble and swoon. She was no exception just because she knew that part of your back was not actually called "the small" and she got perturbed when she heard it referred to as such.

"Welcome to Mark's, how can we help you?" the host greeted warmly.

"Reservation for Syverson." Sy piped up. She was used to being the voice in these situations. She was thankful not to have to for once. It was a small thing, but it was still nice.

"Right this way, folks." he grabbed two large menus, a mid sized one, and a small one, and led them to a cozy but still spacious two-top in a quiet corner of the dining area. The warm light was low and ambient, and there were real kerosene lamps on the tables, which she loved. It had the rustic ambiance of a cabin with all the refinement of any four+ star restaurant she'd ever been to. Not that she'd been to many.

"Here you are, the table you requested, and your menus. Have a look at them, and Katie will be out soon to answer questions and take your orders."

As he walked away, Sy pulled her chair out for her, and aided her sitting. His gentility was so refreshing to her, because it was so sincere and kind, and in no way oppressive or domineering, as some men seemed to use such gestures. Wielding them like a club rather than a feather. She was just used to seeing a certain side of him, teasing and silly as he was in therapy that this side of Captain Syverson, or as she may end up calling him one day, Logan, his given first name, if it pleased him, had taken her off guard.

"Nice place." she approved, looking around at he exposed beams of the ceiling and the iron and copper chandeliers and light fixtures on the wall. She also noticed quite curiously a copy of American Gothic by Grant Wood on one wall and The Kiss by Gustav Klimt on another. Such different styles to be displayed in one room. She really liked it though.

"It's one of my favorites. I try to come in every couple weeks or so." The fact that he liked steak on the regular was definitely a point in his favor. She loved it but rarely went out for it on her own. Eating out alone wasn't so bad, but it was hard to enjoy a steak dinner by one's self.

"What's your favorite cut?"

"Oh, I've tried most of them, and you can't go wrong." He assured her.

They had a crazy selection. Ribeyes, filets, sirloins, prime rib, all seasoned, smoked, topped and wrapped in every way you could imagine…it was like staring at the Netflix menu of steak. And much like she tended to do with Netflix, she relied on a classic favorite. After all, who goes for an obscure choice their first time at a new steak house?

"I'm keeping it simple and going for their prime rib and a baked potato."

"Ah, that's a perfect choice. We're getting some of their lobster mac and cheese to start, though. Unless you're allergic or something?" he added the disclaimer when he saw her eyes widen.

"Not at all, that sounds…"she was thinking "sexual," but decided instead on "heavenly."

Soon, Katie, a peppy, slender young redhead in black jeans she'd been poured into and a white T-shirt she had outgrown some time ago, descended upon their table with gusto.

"Howdy, I'm Katie and I get to take care of you fine folks this evening. What drinks and appetizers can I start y'all off with?"

Sy looked at Shane to prompt her to start.

"Sweet tea?" she half stated, half inquired. Katie nodded and jotted.

"Sure thing! Sir?" she thought her eyes sparkled when she looked at Sy…she couldn't blame her. But…she thought she could take her if she tried anything. She was certain there was a very sharp knife in the black napkin set-up at her right hand.

"Same for me, Katie. And we are also gonna need an order of your lobster mac to start and a bottle of your house cab."

"Fantastic. I'll be right back with the teas and wine after I put in for the lobster mac for ya, and then I'll take your meal order." she smiled brightly. Sy looked at Shane, though, as he replied "Wonderful."

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Her instincts about the lobster mac and cheese had been spot on. She couldn’t contain her yummy noises of enjoyment which amused Sy to no end. She couldn’t imagine the steak any better.

About that, she had been completely wrong. It was so succulent, tender, and flavorful, she debated on whether or not the provided au jus and horseradish were even needed. They were also too good to resist, though.

Her potato, twice baked to the perfect tenderness had a salt brined skin, and a garlicky butter that just sung with the sour cream and chives. She was in food heaven, and even if that meant she was dead, it was fine.

He’d ordered the same entrée as she had, but took his baked potato…a bit differently.

“You don’t like sour cream?” She asked, nonplussed.

“Nah, I mean, I can eat it, but…it feels weird in my mouth. I prefer the au jus and butter, instead. It’s much more tasty.” He said, waggling his eyebrows.

“I guess I’ll take your word for it.” She laughed.

“You’re welcome to try mine when I get it all doctored you how I like it!”

She did, right from his fork. And he was right about it being so flavorful, but she preferred the mild, creamier texture of her own side with the savory notes of her steak.

They ate and enjoyed each other’s company and conversation.

“Ya know, Sy, I totally had you pegged as a beer man, instead of a wine guy.” She said, as she brought her own glass of the deep red liquid to her mouth and nose, inhaling the bouquet before she took her sip.

“Normally, you’d be right. With a burger, pizza, sometimes tacos or what not, definitely. But I can’t do beer with steak. It’s gotta be wine. Red. And full-bodied.” He held her gaze as he drank from his own glass. Why did he have to look at her like that when he said those kinds of words? Her cheeks were warm from more than the booze.

For desert, they shared a decadent marbled brownie/blondie a la mode. He’d had the idea to slide his chair so he was sharing a corner of the table with her, rather than looking across it at her. Purely so they didn’t have to keep sliding the dessert…not so their knees would brush against one another now and then, or so they could feel the heat radiating from one another’s bodies…but actually, exactly for those reasons.

“Last bite is to you, Sy.” She set her fork down, full to bursting.

“Are you kiddin’? My mama’d tan my hide if she knew I took the last bite from my date.”

“You’re being gallant, actually! Rescuing me from a certain belly ache.” She patted her small but slightly rounded tummy. She did like her food, and was no gym rat, after all. He didn't seemed to mind. Yet.

“How 'bout we share the last bite?” He suggested.

“Technically that’s not physically possible. Becau…”

He interrupted what was going to be an intellectual explanation of why no matter how small you cut up a bite, the remaining bit was still technically one bite, and couldn’t be shared.

“No. Shh. I know you’re smart. You got nothin’ to prove here. I’m gonna cut what’s left in half until I get a bite you’re willing to take. Okay?” She nodded.

He only had to take the fork to it twice before she conceded, also letting him feed her, feigning paralysis from the food coma. She held the fork tightly between her lips, making him work to pull it from her mouth. She looked innocent, but she was an intentional little shit.

“You're so cute when you eat.”

“Said no one ever!” She held her hand over her face.

“You are, though. You enjoy the food. Experience it. It’s like you’re…getting a story from it, or something. Like it’s…almost like it’s entertaining you, I don’t know. It’s just…beautiful.” He leaned his elbow onto the table, supporting his head in his hand as he looked at her.

"Well, sometimes I think I like food a little TOO much for my own good." she lamented, reaching for the cabernet only to have it snatched by her date. He uncorked it and dispensed a generous pour for her, and topped off his own glass, killing the bottle.

"No such thing. Like I said about the wine, full bodied is the way to go. Nothin' wrong with a little cushion." he winked at her. She could not resist finishing a rhyme she'd always heard about the desirability of curvy girls…for the pushin,' and hoped the flush in her cheeks from the wine was enough to disguise the deepening color from the current blush she was feeling thinking of Sy…pushin' her cushions…but something tipped him off to her distraction.

"What's on yer mind, sunshine?"

"I'm wondering if you're prepared to carry me on this walk we're planning, actually." It was possible to think more than one thing, after all. "I don't know how I'll ever even walk again."

"Ah, give it fifteen minutes. Finish up your sweet tea, and by the time we're done with our walk, you'll want an ice cream cone."

"Ha, doubtful." But she was ashamed to admit, ice cream already didn't sound bad. Vanilla…maybe pistachio….no, coffee! In a waffle cone…with fudge drizzle…and almonds…maybe she had a problem.

"You ready to go?" he asked.

She nodded. He flagged down Katie and gave her cash, and what one might call a benevolent tip. They left the warm steakhouse, and entered the breezy late summer evening, the humid air seeming thick with promises.

Up Next: Chapter Six-Sensory Integration 2

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