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viking-raider · 9 months

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Sy's Therapy Barn

Summary: Austin Syverson is newly retired from the Army and struggling to cope with his PTSD. Until he decides to take a chance on a hobby, most wouldn't think could help, and the person there to help teach him how to do it.

Pairing: Syverson/Reader

Word Count: 5k

Rating: M - Quick-Burn, Language, Angst, Fluff, Mentions of PTSD, Combat Fatigue, Trauma, Wine drinking, Flirting, Support System, Movie Quotes, Leap of Faith, Mentions (but no depictions) of Mental Illness, Domestic Violence, Alcoholism, SMUT - Light, P in V

Inspiration: I saw this Instagram video of a handsome, buff gentleman that ran a pottery business and promoted it on the site.

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoyed it. I am so sorry to any Pottery people for butchering it.

Syverson wouldn't lie, even though he had thought the hobby was stupid, the first time he thought about it. But, upon seeing a poster at an outdoor market he had decided to attend one, warm Dallas weekend, to get out of the house. Something inside of Sy had urged him to save the number in his phone, before finding the ale stand.

It wasn't until almost a month later, after waking up in the dead of night. He laid curled up in a ball, hugging his knees and struggling to breath. With the blankets and pillows thrown off the king-sized bed, and the black fitted sheet beneath him drenched in his sweat. Aika pressed against his back and whimpering at her owner's distress. It was then that Sy knew he needed something more, other than just denial, the gun range and booze to deal with his PTSD and Combat Fatigue.

He wasn't about to go sit down on some squeaky metal, folding chair, in the basement of some random religious church, listening to other Vets talk about their combat experience. Everyone nodding their heads and offering sympathy and the Word of God. Sy had stopped believing in God over a decade ago. Because, how could some magical man in the sky, with some grand plan for you, before and after you died, allow such bullshit evil into the world.

He didn't want sympathy, far from it.

Austin Syverson, also didn't do sympathy.

So, he pulled up the number from the outdoor market and gave the business a call.

“Mini's Pottery Haven, how can I help you?” A cheery voice chimed on the other end.

Sy let out a hard breath. “Hi, I saw your poster at a market, a couple weeks ago, for a pottery class.” He said, rubbing a palm over his buzzed head, feeling stupid for calling a pottery business, thinking it would help him, in any way, with his trauma. “I was wondering, if you're still doing classes?”

“Yes, we are!” She confirmed, happily. “We have one tonight, with two spots left, if you'd like to join it.”

“Oh!” Sy started, surprised, not expecting one so soon, hoping for a day to work up the nerve to call her back and cancel. “How much is it?”

“Thirty dollars, for just one person, and sixty dollars for a couple.” She informed him, pressing her phone to her ear and bringing up the planner on her computer. “You can pay when you arrive at the class.” She added, distractedly.

Sy paced his kitchen for a moment, before pausing and straightening his back. “I'll take one of the spots and pay the thirty, when I arrive.”

“Excellent! Can I have your name, please?”

“Syverson.” He answered, out of pure habit.

“All right, we look forward to seeing you tonight, and what you create!” She told him, her voice upbeat and optimistic, like she expected Sy to be the next Michelangelo, before hanging up.

“The boys would lose their shit, if they ever find out I tried pottery.” Sy said, stuffing his phone into the front pocket of his jeans.

Later that night, Sy found himself standing out front of the humble, little pottery shop, the full window front was bright from the lights inside, which was flowing with people, all standing around chatting with each other and holding glasses of wine.

“At least, they have booze.” Sy commented to himself.

“First time?” A soft voice asked, from behind him.

“Huh?” He frowned, turning around to find a gorgeous woman standing behind him, a large bag slung over her shoulder, as she regarded him with a kind expression. “Oh, yeah. You?” He asked, trying to be polite.

“Naw, I've been getting my hands messy with clay for years.” You smiled at him, patting your bag. “I assume you're here for the class.” You asked, motioning towards the shop.

“I am.” Sy nodded, licking his lips. “Just working up the nerve to go inside.” He explained to you.

“Ah, yeah. We pottery nerds can be dangerous.” You teased, smirking up at him. “You make one reference to Ghost in there and they'll turn you into a clay mold. If not, pelt you out of the shop with lumps of it.” You giggled, moving by him to step up onto the curb and grab the door handle.

A laugh rumbled out of Sy's broad chest, a genuine smile spreading across his face. “I'll make sure to keep the Ghost quotes to myself then.” He said, turning his sparkling blue eyes towards you.

“Well, no time like the present.” You told him, pulling the door open and holding it for him.

“That's true.” He nodded, his smile softly fading as he joined you on the sidewalk, stopping beside you for a moment. “Thanks for the pep talk.” He said, giving you a gentle nod, before going inside.

The place was a buzz with voices as he paused by the counter, taking out his wallet to pay for his admission for the night's class. He glanced over his shoulder to see where you'd gone, but you had vanished somewhere into the crowd. Shrugging, figuring you'd paid in advance or had some sort of membership, he handed over his bank card to Mini, the owner of the business, who was a sweet looking, elderly woman, dressed in a loose and colorful, bohemian strap dress. Taking his card and the Hello, My Name Is: sticker she handed back with it, Sy turned away, spotting the small wine station, also surrounded by numerous black sharpies. He headed over, scribbling Sy, on his sticker and poured himself a glass of some kind of red wine, before finding somewhere quiet to stand, to wait for the class to start.

As he stood there, sipping his wine and looking at a wall of finished clay figurines, cups and other knick knacks, he felt a pair of eyes on him. Clearing his throat, he glanced sideways, figuring you were checking him out, which he was more than fine with. But he discovered it was another woman giving him eye-candy. She was tall, with bleach-blonde hair and in a hot-pink tracksuit, she felt out of place for a pottery shop. Though, Sy knew he shouldn't be one to speak, standing there in a Lynyrd Skynyrd t-shirt, that had been to war with him, tight blue jeans, a pair of cowboy boots, with a black stetson cowboy hat.

The way she lifted her wine glass, however, suggested she wanted to jump his bones.

Which only amused the retired Army Captain.

“All right, ladies and gentleman!” Mini called, clapping her hands together and coming around the counter to regard her customers. “If we can all head towards the other end of the shop, where all the potter's wheels and everything are. We can start the class.” She smiled, motioning everyone to the back.

Everyone moved to the back in a messy, single-file line, still sipping the rest of their wine and chatting with each other. The woman in the pink tracksuit lagging back to walk with Sy, fluttering her lashes at him.

“Ma'am.” He acknowledged her, touching the brim of his hat, but didn't give her much else.

“What's a man like you doing in a pottery class?” She asked, biting the corner of her lip.

Sy licked his lips. “I got nothing better to do.” He said, not willing to admit the real reason he was there to her.

“I'm sure a big, strong, handsome man like you could find something to do.” She insinuated, fluttering her lashes at him.

“Pottery is just fine, thanks.” Sy replied, offering her a weak smile.

“Everyone, please find a pottery wheel and it doesn't matter which one.” Mini said, motioning to the dozen or so pottery wheels in a circle, a round lump of clay already waiting on them to be shaped.

Sy waited until almost everyone was seated, not wanting to take the chance of getting stuck sitting next to the woman hitting on him, far from that mood tonight. So, taking up a pottery wheel and grabbing the provided apron, he took off his hat and set it on a shelf behind his wheel, and slipped on the apron. Sy chuckled, sitting down on the comically small stool before the wheel, as he balanced his large, muscular body on it, smirking up at the rest of the group; seeing some of them sit on the stool like they'd done it a million times and others wobble.

“The first thing we're going to do, before we start shaping our clay,” Mini began explaining, sitting at wheel herself, apron on and perched on her stool, like the forty-plus year pottery maker she was. “is to assign our first timers, helpers. I will be giving instructions and so forth, but your helper will be there for you, just in case you need a refresher or get frustrated.” She told the group, looking around at everyone. “But just remember, just like us, human beings, we are all unique and beautiful. It doesn't matter how many times your clay refuses to shape into what your mind's eye thinks it should, or tears apart, or even if it doesn't bake right in the kiln. It is still beautiful! You still brought it into this world with your own two hands, and you should be proud of that. Because it's something no one else in this room did.”

Sy blinked at her, slightly taken aback by her statement. So used to Army instructors drilling into him about, if it's not perfect, you're dead or your buddy next to you, is.

“So, helpers, I'll let you pick your person. You've all worked here before, so you know how to identify them.”

“And how do you do that?” Someone blurted out, making Mini and the helpers chuckle.

“Well, that's one way for us to find you.” One of the helpers quipped in an Australian accent, moving across the room to said person. “But, it's the name tags, mate, or Ryan, I should say.” He smirked, offering out his hand to the newcomer. “I'm Joel.”

“Those of us here that don't have a name tag, are old pros.” Mini smiled, resting her forearms on the edge of her potter's wheel, while the rest of the helpers spread out.

“Good to see you made it all the way into the building.”

Sy looked over his shoulder and grinned up at you. “Yeah, I had a little bit of help.” He replied, glad, and a bit surprised, to see you were one of the helpers.

“Well, you're about to get some more help.” You said, glancing at his name tag. “Sy.”

He felt a lump lodge in his throat as you said his name. “That's great.” He rasped back. “I'm going to need it. These hands have only known how to do one thing, for the last twenty years.” He told you, holding up his calloused mitts.

“Oh, you got good hands for clay shaping.” You said, taking one of them in both of yours. “I'm sure we can teach these pups a new trick or two.”

“Can you teach this ol' pup any?” Sy asked, smiling at you.

“I might.” You nodded, pulling a stool up beside him. “Let's listen to Mini first, then we can find out what you want to make that clay into.” You told him, giving him an encouraging smile, that cracked open the door to a place he had tried to keep shut.

“Everyone have their partner?” Mini asked, looking around, then nodded. “Good! Now, you're going to learn your proper posture for molding.” She began, leaning forward and started her instruction for the next several minutes.

“Christ, I don't know if I can remember all that.” Sy said, blowing out a breath and shaking his head at his mound of clay. “I'm just a simple country boy, fresh out of the Army.”

You giggled beside him, lightly patting him on the back. “That's why you got me.” You reminded him, sweetly. “Now, what do you want to make? And, I swear if you say a dildo, I will get up and leave.” You warned him, seriously.

“Have people actually asked you that?” He frowned, cocking his head at you.

“Yes, more often than you might think.” You huffed, shaking your head. “I'll make anything else though.”

“To be honest with you,” Sy started, frowning down at the clay and shaking his head. “I don't know what to make. I've never been the artistic type. I always failed art class back in school.”

“Well, that's the wonder of art, and clay for that matter, Sy.” You told him, softly. “You can make whatever you want. You don't need to be artsy for it. What's the first thing that comes to your mind? Anything at all.”

“My dog.” He blurted out, biting his lip, feeling silly for it.

“All right, what about a dog bowl?” You suggested, tossing out the first dog related thing that came to your mind.

“Could we make a bowl?” Sy asked, looking over at you.

“Absolutely!” You nodded, grinning. “If you wanna make a bowl for your doggo, then we'll make one. I'll use all ten years of my clay making experience to help.”

“All right, a bowl for Aika, it is.” Sy nodded back, inspired.

“That's a sweet name.” You commented, watching Sy position himself, much as Mini instructed, then drizzle a little bit of water onto the clay and cup it in his large hands, almost hiding it completely in his palms as he started to work the wheel with his foot. “Good, that's a great speed. Keep it up. Little less pressure though.” You reminded him, watching the clay start to pancake a bit.

“Sorry.” He apologized, letting off on it.

“You're all right.” You answered, shaking your head. “So, what made you try out pottery?” You asked, reaching out, instinctively, to add a little more water.

Sy was quiet for a long moment, playing with and shaping his clay, watching the thick residue from it cover his fingers and palms. While trying to find a way to answer. He could give you the same answer he'd given the pink tracksuit lady or he could be honest. Spying you from the corner of his eye, he noticed you weren't waiting for a reply, not being pushy or intrusive. You had simply asked him the question and given him the space to answer it, when and if he wanted to with no hard feelings.

It was a breath of fresh air to him, just like feeling the wet clay in his hands. Knowing he was creating something, not harming it.

“I was hoping it would help me,” He finally answered you, licking his lips, deciding to be honest. “With my combat PTSD.” He added softer, waiting for your reaction.

“It can be quite calming.” You admitted, no ill reaction on your face. “It can also be rather frustrating.” You chuckled, with a smirk. “I about tossed the piece I was working on this morning, when one of the sides collapsed on me. I'd only been working on it for six hours.”

“Six hours!” Sy exclaimed, sitting back to look at you more steadily.

“You suffer for the art sometimes.” You told him, with amusement at his expression. “But, it's well worth it in the end. Most of the time, at least.”

“Christ, I hope this doesn't take that long.” He said, looking down at the weirdly shaped, almost oblong bit of clay on his wheel.

You looked around the room, before leaning close to Sy. “I think you're wonderful, Oda Mae.” You whispered into his ear, so none of your friends could hear you, knowing the complaints they'd give you for the reference after the class.

A huge smile crossed Sy's face and he howled with laughter, catching everyone's attention.

“I crack a good joke, we all know it!” You told them, grinning with guilt.

“I like you.” Sy said, once everyone's attention went back to their own station. “You're the first person that's made me laugh, like that, since I came home on retirement from the Army. A year ago.”

“Oh yeah?” You grinned, feeling a hot rush through your body that wasn't the glass of wine you had earlier. “Well, if you think I can crack a good joke, you'll see how good of a pottery teacher I am.”

“You take any students?” Sy blurted out, before he knew what he was thinking.

You floundered, mouth hanging open. “Um, no.” You admitted, shocked he'd asked, then saw the light start to fade in his blue eyes. “But I could consider it.” You said, quickly. “Especially if it helps you cope with your PTSD.”

“I think it just might.” He proclaimed, finding himself smitten with both pottery and you.

You laughed, throwing up your arm as Sy flicked the wet clay on his fingers at you. “Austin!” You tried to duck the mucky droplets as they splattered all over your apron, the side of your arm, face and hair, still giggling.

“You were looking a bit dry over there!” He guffawed, grinning at you. “What the heck, are you shapin', anyhow?” He asked, balancing himself back on his stool and eyeing your kaolin clay, seeing the strange, cup-like shape you had going.

“I don't really know.” You sighed, shrugging your shoulders at the grayish-yellow clay before you. “I'm just trying to understand it, and make something. That will hopefully not crack in the kiln. If I ever get around to firing it.” You told him, leaning forward again, feeling the soreness in your lower spine and forearms from working in that position for so long. “What about you?” You asked, cocking a brow at Sy, without looking away from what you were starting to consider your Frankenstein.

“Another ceramic grenade cup.” You smirked, curving your thumb into the center of the clay. “Or, what was that tea pot you made?” You asked, giggling as you recalled pulling the craft out of the kiln.

“I don't want to talk about it.” Sy replied, sounding disgruntled.

You laughed, nodding your head. “That's right, it was supposed to be a turt—Austin!” You shrieked, as his big, wet clay covered mitt swiped across your face. “Oh my god!”

“It was nothing, woman.” He huffed at you, with mischievous eyes, as he sat back down. “But I do have a question for you, babe.”

“Oh?” You replied, standing up to wipe the streak off your face before it dried.

“I was thinking,” He paused for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip as he continued to work his clay. “I still have a large chunk of my retirement payment from the Army, just sitting in my bank account.” He said, scowling as one side of the clay started to collapse.

“All right.” You nodded, staring down at him, as you stood between your two pottery wheels in the garage of Sy's house, situated on the ten acres he owned.

“I've been considering,” He licked his lips and sat back, to look up at you, wanting to see your face when he said aloud what had been on his mind for the last year and a half. “I want to open up my own shop.”

You blinked at him a couple times, processing his words. “Your own pottery shop?” You asked for clarification.

“Yeah, I want to open a pottery barn, to help Vets, like myself. Hell, to help anyone with PTSD or trauma. It helped me through so many nights of episodes and flashbacks.” He explained to you, babbling out the idea that had been swirling around him, and looked back up. “You helped me.” He whispered quietly, before shaking his head and squeezing the clay on his wheel.

“It's a stupid idea.”

Watching him destroy the piece he'd just spent the last hour and a half working on, stung you, but it hurt you more to hear him say his idea was stupid. You thought it was incredible. That it was so thoughtful and sweet of him to want to share a hobby that had given him so much in the last two years.

You were flattered to be a part of that journey with him, as well.

Your big bear.

“I think it's a terribly-” You sat down in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. “good idea, Austin Syverson.” You declared, kissing him lovingly. “And if I hear anyone say otherwise, I'll pelt them with wet clay, until they think it is.”

A bright smile pulled across Sy's face as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “So, you'll come be my first employee?” He asked, nosing the side of your neck, smelling your perfume mixed with the earthy scents of pottery, tinged with a light sheen of sweat from how warm it was in the garage.

“Oh, I'm going to work for you, am I?” You cooed, amused. “What position, do I get?”

“Hmm.” He hummed, pressing his lips to your skin. “How about the head of pottery?”

“What's your job going to be?” You asked, eyes fluttering shut.

“I'm the boss.” He chuckled, tugging on your ear. “I'll have a bunch of jobs. But there's no one I trust more than you, with all your infinite wisdom of pottery, to run that area.” He told you, his hands pushing under your tank top. “I do only have two years of experience, compared to your thirteen.”

“Oh, laying it on thicker than a glaze, Captain.” You purred, feeling his fingers leave trails of drying clay on the skin of your back. “But I do like the sound of it. Do I get to boss you around during classes?” You asked, cupping the back of his head in your palm and rubbing the short hair there with your thumb, while your other hand dripped to the strings of his camouflage apron.

Sy smirked, giving your neck a sharp bite and making you gasp. “You boss me around already.”

“I do not!” You huffed, with an amused flash in your eyes, pushing his head back to look up at you.

“Whatever you say, my darling.” He replied, blue eyes sparkling.

“That's what I thought.” You smirked, kissing the bridge of his nose.

Pulling his hands from your tank top and gripping you by the hips, Sy pushed you up and pulled your legs across his lap, so you straddled him. You moaned at the straining bulge in his black sweatpants, pressing down against it through your short-shorts, sucking lightly on your bottom lip.

“What are we calling your little pottery business?” You hummed, reaching between your bodies to slip into the waistband of his sweats, finding his thick manhood and gliding your hand along it, drawing out a shivering sigh out from him.

“I don't know.” He rasped, clawing at your hips and the band of your shorts, leaving red marks in their wake. “Maybe, Sy's Therapy Barn or something.” He puffed, losing focus on the idea of running a business and growing more interested in tearing your shorts and underwear off.

“I like it.” You nodded, slipping off his lap, smiling at his hands grabbing to bring you back, but stood and took your shorts and panties off, before straddling his thick thighs again. “Rolls of the tongue and easy to remember.” You told him, taking his burning shaft in your hand, stroking him firmly as you guided him towards your glistening entrance.

“Mmhm.” Sy mumbled, his mouth latching onto your collarbone. “Whatever you say, babe.”

You chuckled, caressing your free hand over his head and gripped his shoulder, using it as leverage to sink down onto him, with a soft sigh and leaning forward to rest your forehead against his.

“I love you, Syverson.”

“Ditto.” He rumbled back, wrapping his arms around you and locking you against him.

“Welcome to Sy's Therapy Barn!” You grinned as a man came through the door, the bell above it chiming through the building, his ripped muscles making the fabric of his Under Armor shirt scream, his tattooed arms showing below the short sleeves. “Are you here for the classes or to look about?” You asked, motioning around the grand shop with beaming pride.

You and Sy had found a thousand square foot warehouse, filling it with all your pottery and therapy needs and dreams. Sy had even decided to go to school and become a licensed therapist, allowing him to help the people coming into the Therapy Barn better. While they got their hands cupped around the little mounds of clay, during your classes, so they could shape it into whatever their minds wanted or needed.

Part of the warehouse was set up with kilns of all sizes and kinds, tall and wide shelves to hold pour molds and drying creations. While another section was where you and Sy held the classes for the therapy groups, either for former or active Combat Service people or, those who Sy referred to as Regulars, members of the public who hadn't served. All of them there to try and remedy their PTSD, trauma, depression, loss, domestic violence or anything else along those lines.

People that didn't require therapy were also welcome, of course.

But the two of you catered to those in need specifically, and so far, business was booming. Sy had gone to the several local Veteran Centers in the Dallas area with fliers promoting the business's program, as well as the VFW Canteens and posting on the internet. Even calling some of his old comrades. Sy had been worried and a bit skeptical with your first pottery class, sure that no one was going to show up to it. However, when the time rolled around, the bell above the front door started dinging with customers, most of them were middle aged or elderly, but there were several your and Sy's age, looking apprehensive.

It made you smile to see that look on their face, it was the exact expression you'd seen on Sy's face, that night you met in the parking lot of Mini's Pottery Barn, before he discovered the magic of forming clay. You always looked forward to seeing it change into the wonder of how amazing it is, to see your brave Captain use his fresh Bachelor's Degree to help them work through the same struggles he had. The struggles you had woken up at one or two in the morning, to find Sy in the garage, in nothing, but the shorts he'd gone to bed in, hunched over his pottery wheel, his muscles tight and teeth gritted, but his hands cupped gently around the piece of clay he was working. Trying to chase away whatever he had been awoken by.

“I'm here for the class, with Dr. Syverson.” He replied, looking around uneasily, like he expected a bomb to go off in one of the teapots you'd crafted and had on sale in the front window of the shop.

“That's great!” You grinned at him, trying to be open and encouraging towards him. “The class will start in ten minutes. You can either take a seat or have a look around. There's coffee, tea and water on the table with some cupcakes and snicker-doodle cookies, so help yourself.”

“No booze.” He mumbled, eyeing the table.

“No,” You answered, giving him an emphatic look. “Some of our potter's are recovering and sober, so we don't offer it.” You explained to him, glancing over at one of your regulars with a nod. “To repress the urge to relapse.”

He looked at you for a moment. “That's—actually, very thoughtful of you.” He said, blinking as it came over him.

“We do our best.” Sy said, appearing from the back. “Pleasure to meet ya.” He offered his hand to the other man. “Captain Syverson, 1st battalion, 3rd SFG(a). Also Dr. Austin Syverson, the co-owner of this here Therapy Barn.” He introduced himself, always giving his classifications to the Vets, knowing how at ease it made them and started that thread of a bond with him.

“Pleasure to meet you, Captain.” He replied, shaking Sy's hand. “Lieutenant Daniel Burton, 3rd recon battalion, for the Marines.”

“Well, it's good to meet you, Lieutenant.” Sy nodded, then smiled over at you, his hand moving to rest on the small of your back. “I'm sure my fiancee has given you the introduction to our business.”

“That she has.” Daniel nodded, giving you a kind smile. “Though, I'll admit, I'm a little apprehensive as to how this is going to help me get straightened out. I watched some videos on pottery on Youtube and it just doesn't seem like much.”

You and Sy looked at each other, a smile and knowing look on each other's faces.

“It seems that way. I thought the same thing, myself, at first.” Sy confessed, a winking at you. “But, all you have to do is take all your emotions. All your pain, all your love, all your passion and all your rage and work it into that bit of clay we give you on that pottery wheel and the rest comes with it.”

You looked at Sy, it had become a thing between the two of you, and in doing so, that line had become his motto. It had become part of the business's motto, and few people actually caught the reference. But that was all right. The two of you still got through to people in the end. Saving them from their dark past through horrible movie quotes, a man that took a chance on a hobby and your skill with moving clay, sculpting a life and a business out of it.

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Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 1

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller

Word Count: 3,502

Warnings: Abused animal, domestic violence, stalker ex-boyfriend, mention of nightmares/PTSD, smut in future chapters.

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own.

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A big thanks to @shellyshellshell for encouraging me to write this story!

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading!

*Syverson POV*

It’s certainly difficult to leave the cool air conditioning of the house to head to work when the weather forecast predicts another scorching Texas summer day where the humidity makes your clothes immediately stick to your skin. It’s nothing I’m not familiar with having grown up in Texas my whole life and then spending two tours in the desert before returning home. You’d think I would move somewhere cold, but the south is all I know. I certainly couldn’t leave Nana and Pawpaw either. After finishing my last tour, I came home and bought an empty house in disrepair and spent the better part of a year ripping it to studs and rebuilding. I was really struggling with returning to civvy life after spending the majority last ten years in the sand pit. Originally, I had just planned to fix up my house so that it was comfortable and hell, livable, until I discovered what I wanted to do outside of the army. Remodeling my house taught me that I really enjoyed working with my hands and building things. I guess you could say taking a broken, outdated home and making it beautiful and functional again really resonated with me on a deeper level. I was lucky to leave the army with only some mild PTSD and nightmares. Hell, I had all of my limbs and was alive which is more that I can say I deserve. Staying busy helped me cope so after working towards getting my contractor’s license, I decided to start my own company, Syverson Contracting. It was still a small operation with only about seven employees including my cousin Alex, but we got by just fine.

After getting ready for the day and sipping on my cup of coffee on the porch with my German Shepard, Aika, I put my boots on and headed to the truck for the first day on a new worksite. Like usual, I called Nana on the way to work to check in. My grandparents lived about fifteen minutes away from me, but I still called to check on them every morning and make sure they’re doing alright. As I drive, Nana starts chattering all about how her friend’s granddaughter is single and I should be looking for a good woman to marry and settle down with. We’ve had this conversation umpteen times before but I can’t seem to get it through my stubborn grandmother’s head that it’s useless. I’ve been burned by too many women in the past as a young and naïve man and I just don’t want to bring someone into all of my problems. Yes, I go to therapy at the VA to help with my PTSD but it still doesn’t stop the sleepless nights and nightmares that immediately send me back to wartime in the desert. As much as I’ve always wanted a partner in life; a beautiful wife to come home to, a couple of kids and the proverbial picket fence, I just don’t see how it could be in the cards for me now. I’m too fucked up. Nana of course would never understand and I certainly don’t want to drag her into it so I just listen to her drone on and on about some chick named Susanne and then tell her that I’ve got to go.

After speaking with my team and giving instructions for the job, I went to Alex’s flatbed truck and we all started unloading the materials. The home we were working on was owned by a young couple expecting their first child. It was a simple job, replacing the flooring throughout the house, building a shed in the backyard for lawnmowers and other garden tools, and repairing some dry rotting siding near the fireplace. The great thing about my team is that I could get them started and didn’t have to micromanage them. After several hours in the walloping sun, we all broke for lunch. After cooling off and reenergizing at the local Wendy’s, we all headed back to the house to continue our work. Since I was used to being in these weather conditions, I decided to head out toward the edge of the woods in the backyard and start building the garden shed. When I went to lift up some of the plywood, I was beyond shocked to find a shaking and filthy little tan dog who appeared to be injured and terrified.

“Shit. Heya buddy, I ain’t gonna hurt you. It’s alright pal. Let me take a look atcha.”

As a true animal lover, I was immediately enraged. Someone had intentionally abused this poor defenseless animal and either abandoned it or it was able to limp off to the woods. The little male pup, couldn’t be older than a year was bleeding from four different wounds on the side of his sand colored body. The second I scooped him up, he was whining and cowering in fear.

“You’re alright little man. I’m gonna take care of ya. Let’s see if we can getcha to a vet.” I call Aika’s vet office and unfortunately there is no answer. Janet must still be taking her lunch break.

I see Alex walking outside to grab some of the flooring to bring inside and yell for him to come here.

“What’s up, Sy?”

“Just found this little guy beat to hell by the woods.”

“Jesus. What kind of bastards do that to an animal?” Alex ponders as he was looking at the injured and sick animal.

“I’m gonna see if Dr. Robinson’s in. Hopefully I can get the little feller in today but I need you to run the site until I get back.”

“No problem, Sy. Didn’t she just have another kid? I’m not sure if she’ll be there but I know Jessica said something about them hiring a new vet so I’m sure someone will be around.”

The veterinarian’s office was only a fifteen-minute drive from the site so after giving the poor thing some water, I loaded him up and drove there.

On the ride over, he seemed to relax a bit and not shake as bad as he had been and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

“Oh Austin! How good to see you! Did your Aika have an appointment?”

“Hey Ms. Janet, is Dr. Robinson in? It’s not for Aika. I found this guy by the woods and he’s been hurt something awful.”

“Heavens to Betsy! Poor little angel! Elizabeth is out on maternity leave but we’ve hired a new vet. You'll like her. Let me check with her and see if she can work you in.”

“Yes ma’am.”

A few moments later, Janet scurries back and directs me to an exam room with the little guy. I guess I could have just dropped him off and went back to work but my heart just couldn’t stand it. Hell, I fought to bring back Aika from Afghanistan because of how quickly I fell in love with her and she’s been the best dog ever. I can’t imagine leaving this little guy to potentially die from his injuries without a friendly face nearby.

*Knock Knock!*

The door opens and my heart stops at the same time. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen enters while carrying a clipboard and a stethoscope. She’s a petite little thing only reaching to my shoulders with long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, and crystal blue eyes that feel like they see straight to my soul.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Emma Miller. I hear you found this little guy in the woods?”

“Uh, yes ma’am. Hello there, I’m Austin Syverson. Yeah, I uh, I found him and he looks like he’s been abused.”

She smiles brightly and shakes my hand when I introduce myself and the moment I touch her soft skin, I can hardly think straight. Why the hell do I feel so jittery? It’s just a beautiful woman Sy. Get ahold of yourself. I tell her exactly what I found and she quickly starts examining him while speaking to him in a sweet voice.

“Hi sweet boy. You poor thing! I’m so sorry someone has been treating you so horribly. We’re going to take care of you, yes we are. You’re going to be good as new! I’m going to give you some fluids because you’re dehydrated little guy. Once we get some fluids in you, I’ll try giving you some food. How about that little man?”

I can’t help but smile as she baby talks to him while inserting an IV in his tiny arm and starting him on fluids. She examines the wounds more carefully before retrieving a pair of things that look like tweezers.

“If I had to guess, I would say this guy is about 10-12 months old. I suspect these wounds on his side are from a BB gun. Would you mind holding his head? I’m going to give him some pain relief in his IV to help him relax and then try and clean the area and see if I can remove them. We’re a bit short staffed at the moment with Dr. Robinson out and two of our techs calling in sick so I’ll need your help if that’s okay?”

“Fucking BB guns.” I murmur under my breath. Damn some people are just the worst.

“I’m happy to help.” I tell her quickly and take up residence next to the puppy’s head to hold him still.

“Thank you.” She replies quietly while concentrating on rubbing some brown cleaner across each wound.

I can’t help but watch her as she focuses on removing all four bb’s and placing them into a metal bowl. She’s so effortlessly beautiful and incredibly adorable as she works on the dog who seems to be feeling so much better with the medication and fluids that he has received. She sews up each wound quickly and efficiently. The pup seems to be almost as captivated by her as I am. When she’s done, he even attempts to wag his tail for her. Dr. Miller explains that he will need a flea and tick bath before she can dress the wounds because he has several fleas on him and she doesn’t want them getting into the incisions.

“Mr. Syverson, I hate to keep you from your day. Would you want to just come back for him in a little while? I have to do an exam on a yorkie with diabetes but then I’ll bathe him on my break and get his wounds dressed.”

“Sugar?” I ask.

“I’m sorry, pardon?” She responds a bit flustered.

I smirk as I see the blush tinting her cheeks. “The yorkie. Is it named Sugar?”

“Oh! Yes! Someone you know?”

“My grandma’s neighbor, Mrs. Clayton, has a yappy little yorkie named Sugar and I believe I overheard that it has diabetes.”

“Yes, well that would be her.” She smirks back.

“I don’t mind waiting with the little guy. Is it alright if I stay and help you bathe him? Since your short staffed and all?” I ask with my most charming smile.

Her beaming grin tells me all I need to know. “Sure, Mr. Syverson. Can you give me about twenty minutes?”

“Only if you’ll call me Austin or Sy. Mr. Syverson is my pawpaw.” I say with a grin.

“Alright Austin. I’m going to leave you with some wet food on the table for this little fellow, but can I trust you to only give him small amounts slowly? We don’t know when his last meal was so we don’t want to overwhelm his belly.”

“Yes ma’am.” I mock salute at her with two fingers and she giggles when she leaves the exam room. I swear the moment she did I was a goner. I need to find a way to hear that giggle more.

“Well little guy, it looks as though we are helping each other out, huh? You ain’t the only one broken and battered.” I say as I give the dog a small plastic spoonful of wet dog food that he almost swallows hole.

“What should I call you?” I hypothesize aloud while the pup continues eating sloppily from the spoon I’m holding.

“Since Dr. Miller here patched you up, how about Miller? We can call you Mills for short. What do you think about that? I like it.”

Emma finally returns to the exam room and is happy to see that the Mills has eaten the food I gave him and kept it all down. Due to the food, medications, and fluids he received you can already tell a slight difference in his demeanor.

“Let’s get you all cleaned up, shall we?” She says while carefully picking him up and carrying him to the back of the building before pausing. “You coming, Austin?” She asks.

God, I hope I will be soon. I think before I rush over to open the exam door for her and follow her to the back.

“You know, I’m breaking rules by letting you back here so don’t make me regret it.” She says to me teasingly as she carefully sets Mills into a large stainless-steel sink and begins to bathe him with medicated shampoo.

“You don’t have to worry about me, Dr. Miller.”

“No, if I have to call you Austin, you have to call me Emma. It’s only fair.”

“Well, Emma is a beautiful name so that will be easy. If you don’t mind my asking, where are you from? We haven’t had a new vet in town since Dr. Robinson came and that was probably ten years ago.” I watch as Emma carefully removes three ticks from his fur and want to outwardly cringe. Ticks are the devil’s bug.

“I’m from Alabama. I’ve only been in Texas for about a month but just started working in the office this last week.” She tells me as she very carefully continues to clean Mills.

“What brought you all the way out here? Did your husband get transferred out here or something?”

She side eyes my question with a smirk. “Nope, just the job. No husband or kids. No boyfriend either in case that was your next question.” She remarks sarcastically.

My stomach flips with excitement even though she caught on to what I was really fishing for.

“Well, I’m certainly glad you’re here. For Mills’ health needs of course.” I add quickly while gesturing to the pup.

“Mills?”

“Yup. Short for Miller, after the doctor who’s taking care of him.”

Her cheeks blush bright red as she runs a flea comb gently through his fur. “Well aren’t you just the charmer. I’m surprised Janet didn’t warn me about you. She’s been clueing me in on pretty much the entire town.”

“Ah, good ole’ Janet. She knows there’s no need to warn you about me. She’s known me since I was in diapers so that should tell you enough about my character if she didn’t warn you off.”

“That’s good to know. So, are you planning on keeping little Mills? Or are you wanting us to adopt him out once he’s all healed?”

“Oh, I plan on keeping him if that’s alright. As long as my girl, Aika, is okay with it I’ll keep him. Can’t imagine sending him off to a stranger after what he’s already been through.”

“Well, if your girlfriend isn’t on board with keeping him just let us know and we can see about arranging a foster for him until he’s able to be put up for adoption.” She says while stepping a little further away from me.

Girlfriend? Oh dumbass, you made her think Aika is your girlfriend.

“Aika’s my German Shepard. I don’t have a wife, kids, or a girlfriend either.” I said poking fun at her sarcastic comment from earlier.

Emma grins but just continues to rinse Mills off. She notices that one of his paws looks a bit swollen but she can’t find any cuts or wounds so she thinks it may just be bruised from trying to run from his abuser.

Once we get him dried off, I hold his head again for her to clean and dress the wounds on his side and I’m dreading leaving.

“So, I’ll need to see little Mills in 3 days to check his wounds and remove the stitches. I need you to clean and redress the wounds one time a day like I’ve shown you. I’ve got his medication and antibiotics here and a couple of cans of that wet food that you fed him earlier. I recommend continuing to feed it to him slowly so that his tummy doesn’t get upset. Nobody likes waking up to a dog throwing up or having diarrhea in the house. If he does okay with that food we can discuss increasing his food intake at the next appointment. Do you have any questions, Austin?”

“Just one. Can I get your number, Emma? You know, in case I have questions about your prodigy, Little Mills, here.” I add with a smirk.

“I’m sure you have the number for the vet’s office.” She smirks.

“That I do, but I’d like yours as well, please.” I ask with my most convincing smile.

“Alright, alright. Just don’t advertise it. The last thing I need is people like Mrs. Clayton calling me after hours.” She concedes with a giggle and I can’t help my boisterous laughter at the last part.

“Nobody wants someone like Mrs. Clayton calling them all the time. That woman would talk to a wall just to hear her own voice.” I hand her my phone and she quickly types her number and I save it under “Mills’ Future Mama” and smirk to myself.

I pay and make the next appointment for Mills and then head to the local pet store for a collar, leash, dog bed, and more dog food. Luckily, Mills sleeps on the ride home and I can’t decide if he’s finally realized I’m not going to hurt him or if he’s still drowsy from the effects of the meds he received. I head home and send Alex an update that I’ll be back at the site tomorrow.

When I get home, I bring everything inside before carrying Mills over to Aika and carefully introducing him. After the initial excitement wears off, Aika heads outside to the backyard and I’m relieved that she seems to accept him. She’s always been such a good dog so hopefully I can rely on her to show our little rookie around and teach him our routines.

I go about showering and eating dinner, but I can’t seem to get my mind off Emma. I obviously want to play it cool but she has infiltrated my mind to the point where I just can’t think of anything else. I know this is a bad idea but I can't stop myself. I decide to take a picture of Mills in his little bed and text it to her.

Sy: <attached image>

Mills’ Future Mama: I’m glad to see my namesake is adjusting to his new life. I take it that his sibling accepts him?

Mills’ Future Mama: Also, you’re lucky I opened that picture text. Typically receiving a picture from an unknown number is never a good thing 😖

Sy: Sounds like your mind is in the gutter or you have some seriously unhinged acquaintances, darlin. Aika has accepted him into the pack without hesitation.

Mills’ Future Mama: More like, men are nasty and will take any opportunity to send an unsolicited dick pic to even the most unwilling recipients. Glad you found the little guy. He seems right at home.

Sy: He is. You should come visit him sometime.

Mills’ Future Mama: Why would I do that when he’ll be in my office in three days?

Sy: Maybe to see his owner?

Mills’ Future Mama: I’d imagine his daddy will be the one bringing him back to my office though?

Sy: Alright then, how about I make you some dinner at my place? Say tomorrow at 5pm?

Mills’ Future Mama: Make it 5:30 and I’ll be there. Just know I’ll be sending your information to my best friend in case you try and murder me.

Sy: What type of people were you surrounded by in Alabama? 🤨

Mills’ Future Mama: I was actually in a super safe town. Just watch too many crime shows to make careless mistakes.

Sy: Smart lady. You can tell whoever you want, darlin’. I’ve got nothing to hide and I appreciate a woman who has some self-preservation skills.

Mills’ Future Mama: Trust me, I’m very skilled at many things. 😜

Sy: Damn woman, I’m trying my best to be a gentleman here. It’s not fair to tease me.

Mills’ Future Mama: Not teasing. Just stating facts. 🙃

Sy: Tomorrow can’t get here soon enough. Here’s my address. Any food allergies?

Mills’ Future Mama: Nope! I’ll bring dessert. I’m interested to test your cooking prowess.

Sy: You’re killing me.

Mills’ Future Mama: See you tomorrow!

Part 2

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jamneuromain · 4 months

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Mean Daddy

Logan Syverson x Reader (You)

Word Count: ~750

Warning: Mean!Sy, established relationship, fingering, spanking, sex toys (dildo), implied multiple orgasms/overstimulation

Summary: Your mean daddy comes home :]

A/N: This fic is purely under @gummydummy19’s influence. Blame her for encouraging my behavior XD

Sy had been gone for ten months for a deployment overseas. He couldn’t tell you where he was being sent to, but he promised he’d call when he’s not on the field, which gave you plenty of wiggle room to tease him over the phone.

Most of the time, you would listen to how he spent his day in the base camp, wrapping yourself in his hoodie so you felt close, as if he was hugging you from the back and murmuring by your ear. Occasionally, when you were feeling particularly naughty, he called you and you put the vibrator between your legs, moaning his name with your phone on speaker.

… and you might have accidentally compared him with the vibe, and claimed that the vibe is better.

Empty threats were thrown all over the place. You giggled and cleaned yourself up with wobbly legs when he growled on the other side of the phone, cursing your menstrual cycle and the fact that he was thousands of miles away, and the dark voice in which he warned you. That you would be spanked so hard that you would not be able to sit for a week after he returned from this tour.

You, of course, did not give a damn and fucked him over the phone every month before your period hit.

And, in return, shortly after his arrival, you were pulled over his knee for him to deliver his promise.

“The pathetic toy is better, huh?” He lands another ruthless spank on your sore ass, holding both of your hands behind your back, spreading your legs wide so that his hand could travel down to your soaked panties and mock you for it, “Which one is better now, sugar? Which one is making your pussy cry like a baby?”

You whine, spreading your legs a little wider to grind your neglected clit on his thigh. But Sy notices the angling of your hips. Tearing the panties from your bottom, he prods two of his thick fingers into your weeping hole, slowly circling your G-spot as you whine again in misery.

“Feels so good, you can barely speak?” Sy pulls his fingers from your tight walls, sucking on them lewdly loud, his chest rumbling in satisfaction, “Hmm, sweetest fucking pussy I’ve ever had.”

Your juices soak his boxers. It has been months since he laid his finger on you (not to mention his cock). The vibe could only serve as a minimum replacement. You know it. He knows it.

And yet, he still punishes you for making a comparison.

“Sy, baby, I’m sorry, ‘kay? You’re the best.” You sniffle as the sensitivity brings you close to tears. You want, no, need to be fucked right this moment or you will explode, “Sy, please. Please put your thick cock into my pussy or I’d die-”

Your pathetic whines are cut off when he opens your bedside drawer, taking out a just as thick silicone dildo.

Sy lets out a cold hard laugh, “Cute. But I’m not done with you, sugar.” Wetting the silicone tip with your entrance, his only warning is “Relax, darlin’ ”, before pushing the monstrosity deeply seated in your pulsing walls, making you cry out in frustration.

“Fuck!” You moan as he grabs the base of the fake cock and attempts at moving it around.

Making sure the fake cock stays snuggled in your hole, Sy smacks your ass again. After a few rubs that eased the burn on your skin, Sy reaches your bundle of nerves, giving it an experimental squeeze, earning a yelp from your throat.

Jesus Lordy Christ, this man knows your body better than you do.

“Wanna play a game, sugar?” He smiles proudly, flipping your body around, not breaking a sweat at all, and places you on the bed on your back with your knees around his waist.

“No.” You huff, rolling your eyes as loud as possible.

Unless he is pulling out his cock right now, there’s nothing that could attract your attention or your enthusiasm.

Needless to say, the pain on your ass is subduing, allowing you to quickly forget what would happen if you are mouthing off to him.

Sy narrows his eyes. A dark glint rushes past his eyelids.

“Too bad. The game is called ‘How many times can you cum’, and darlin’, you ain’t getting out of this bed until you pass out.”

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princessaxoxo · 4 months

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Baby, it's cold outside

Boyfriend!Sy x girlfriend!reader

Summary: You spend a chilly night by the fire with Sy.

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, fluff, unprotected sex (p in v), oral (m & f receiving), fingering, if I missed any please let me know.

Word count: 928

The powerful winds that were howling outside due to the blizzard caused the air inside your house to feel chilly and the windows to rattle. Sy and you were snuggled together on the couch, enjoying hot cocoa while watching National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation.

This was his favorite guilty pleasure Christmas movie, as the two of you made it a tradition to choose one and watch it each year. Though the movie seemed corny to you, Sy was laughing uncontrollably and infectiously, making you chuckle as well.

“Looky there, will you finally admit you like this film?” Sy asked and began pampering your face and neck with kisses, making you chuckle louder. “Huh, honeysuckle?"

“Absolutely not, sweetums," he hummed at your response. Then he threw you onto the couch, making you yell, and pinned your hands above your head. "Darlin', I'll convince you that the greatest holiday film is National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation."

"And precisely how are you going to accomplish that?" you asked, shaking your head. He released your hands and raised his head. With a sly smile, he continued, "Honeysuckle, I could tell you, but actions speak louder than words."

Sy’s whiskers tickled your face while his sultry, smooth lips glided with yours, his tongue gently dominating yours. With attentive moves, he took off your sweater and planted tender little kisses on your shoulder. He grabbed ahold of your breasts, kissing the top of them before reaching behind your back and unclasping your bra. His tongue immediately started to lick around your nipple, switching between both. "Sy." You started to run out of breath.

With a fast motion, his fingers skimmed over the top of your pajama shorts and pulled them off, along with your favorite Christmas panties. After giving your inner thighs a hard smack, Sy moved in and planted a kiss on the tender regions.

Sy let his shirt fall to the ground after slipping it off. Grasping your thighs with his forearms, he pulled you into his face, split your folds, licked tenderly on the clit, and groaned. As you started to grab and ride his face, he started to lick you like a starving man, thrusting his tongue in and out of your cunt.

Gasping out loud, you were taken aback when two fingers suddenly filled you. As he removed his lips from your clit, you whimpered. But when his fingers accelerated inside of you, the sound of your wetness grew more audible. He curled them perfectly, finding the precise area to give you a cry of joy and make your legs and thighs tremble.

He stood unbuckling his pants and undoing his belt, and you watched, mesmerized. Quickly removing both his boxers and pants.

Stroking his cock, Sy said. “Bring that pretty mouth of yours over here, darlin’.” Eagerly, you crawled towards him, "Open your mouth, stick out your tongue, but don't suck." Parting your lips, you exposed your tongue. And with his cock resting on your tongue, he began to glide up and down while admiring the view of you on your knees for him.

“Honeysuckle–suck.” At his command, you start licking a wet circle around his leaking, bulging tip. “Atta’ girl.” Sy said. He started moving toward the back of your throat. Trying to take in as much of him as possible, you moan along his sturdy length.

Grasping his robust thighs with your hands, you continuously bobbed your head up and down while slurping and moaning on his cock.

Tears began to brim your eyes as you looked up at Sy, “Goddamn darlin’, look at you, so beautiful with my cock down your throat.”

You could feel the muscles in his thighs tensing beneath your hands as his jaw slackened, signaling his impending arrival. Shortly after, you felt his salty liquid spurt into your mouth and down your throat as you swallowed his load.

“Lay back for me, honeysuckle.” He climbed on top of you as you lowered yourself, holding your face in his hands and giving you a passionate kiss. You whimpered as his cock pushed between your creases and then into your cunt with a single thrust.

His thrusts accelerated as you encircled his waist with your legs and lightly scraped his back with your nails. Curving your back off the carpet, you closed your eyes, and Sy said, "Darlin', keep those pretty eyes on me."

When you opened your eyes, the sound of wet skin slapping together, combined with your groans and his grunts, filled the room. You were getting closer to your own climax with every hit of his sac against your flesh.

With your breasts bouncing up and down, Sy reached for your nipple and teased it, bringing you to your orgasm. Sy’s balls tightened at the sight of your orgasmic, stunning face before he filled your cunt with his seed.

You two started trying to get your breath back. A shiver ran throughout your body as his thumb brushed your cheek. Before giving you a kiss, he added, "I'll get us a blanket, honeysuckle."

His ass flexed with every step as he got up from the floor and gathered a blanket, and you couldn't take your eyes off of him. Upon his return, he draped the blanket over the two of you, brushed your hair back from your face, and caressed your delicate skin, which was illuminated by the fire that had slowly lowered in the living room. "Okay, sweetums, the best holiday film is National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation."

Sy nodded his head, smugly smiling. "Yes, it is, darlin', and don't forget it."

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asgardswinter · 1 year

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Henry Cavill as Daddy Captain Syverson in Sand Castle (2017)

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deandoesthingstome · 1 year

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Wake Up Call

Word Count: 2463

Warnings: mild feelings of despair, comforting Sy, gentleman Sy, Sy’s liberal use of ‘baby’ and ‘sugar’ (but is that even a warning anymore? don’t we just expect it?), more smut, oral (both f and m receiving), fingering, cowgirl, missionary, doggy style, generous lube use (it’s a plot point, but IYKYK). Please let me know if I missed anything for you.

A/N: I couldn’t get dog trainer!Sy out of my head, so I moved you in with him and got straight to the sex. Ginger still has some behavior issues.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Captain Syverson or Sand Castle, but I do own these words, so please do not copy or repost as your own. Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are amazing.

You shut the door hard and sink to the floor as soon as you wrangle Ginger inside the house. Aika pads in from her spot in the living room and gives a quick hello sniff to G then turns her attention to you.

Her gentle nudges and G’s face licks and wiggly butt can't stem the hot tears of frustration beginning to stream down your face as you replay the scene over and over.

"That dog needs to be put down," the old lady hissed as she passed you on the path.

She'd stared straight at Ginger as you were trying to put her in place, but you couldn't collect your dog's attention before the woman made direct eye contact with her. Ginger went a little nuts, but you held fast to her lead, trying to back away slowly with a firm pull, no tugging or yanking. Just like Sy taught you.

"Sugar, back so soon?" Sy calls from the kitchen. "Dinner's almost ... baby, what happened?"

Sy drops to his knees on the ground next to you, touching your shoulder gently. You know what he's looking for as you feel his eyes sweep over you, even with your head hanging low.

"I'm fine. Nothing's broken," you sniff. "Just some mean old lady on the path."

"Someone say sumthin'?"

"She said I need to put Ginger down just 'cuz she growled at her. Didn't even lunge, Sy. I was so proud of her for a hot second but I didn't grab her attention fast enough and then the lady.."

"Fuck. That's Betty. She's a real piece a work. Dontchu listen to a thing she says. Woman's got a real hard-on for anything bigger’n a teacup." Sy unhooks G from her lead and gives her a good pat. "She don't even like Aika. Can you believe that?"

Sy sends Aika off and turns to sit next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and drawing you close.

"Come on, don't even spend another thought on it. You're doing great with Ginger. And there's probably gonna be some bad days. Happens to the best of 'em."

"Not Aika," you sniff again. "She's the perfect dog. Never goes nuts in public..."

Sy interrupts your self-pity party. "Baby, no need to compare. Ginger is her own dog. And she's got a different history you're trying to overcome."

"But.."

"No buts. 'Cept maybe this one," he smirks as he slides his hand down your back and under your seat, giving it a soft squeeze. "Now come on. We got one night before your trip and I made your favorite meal. Lemme wine and dine you outta this funk."

You lean closer to him, if that's even possible, amazed at the way this gruff, scruffy man can say the softest things to ease your troubled mind. He never makes you feel a fool for the way you handle your shit, especially with Ginger. He just waits for you to ask for help unless he sees a danger, and even then he's so respectful as he passes on advice. He never tells you what to do.

"I need a shower. Do I have time?"

"Can you make it a quick one? I think the timer's gonna go off in about 10."

You nod and let him help you up, relaxing into the bear hug he pulls you into. He kisses the top of your head, then gives your ass another squeeze and a pat.

"Now git. And put on something comfy," he smiles as you head down the hall.

You’re dressed and at the table in 15, foregoing a hair wash in favor of picking out something a little less comfortable. It is your last night with Sy for a bit, after all. The quick, steamy shower helped release the last bit of tension left after Sy calmed you down, and now you really want to make the most of the evening.

“Woman, did you just want to skip dinner altogether?” Sy exclaims, as you set yourself down at the table, meal already served on the plate in your space.

“What? Does this not meet the dress code for this restaurant?” you smirk back at him, smoothing your hands over the lacy camisole set you picked out. “You certainly seem a little overdressed.”

Sy scoots out his chair, stands, and tosses his napkin on the table. “That’s it. I’m sure glad to see you’re feeling good already. Let’s see how much better I can make it.”

You squeal as he scoops you out of your chair, tosses you over his shoulder, and heads down the hall. “What, no wine?”

“Later!” he promises, spanking your ass for good measure.

He treats you real nice in bed, though. Mouth on your pussy, just like he likes to start. Makes sure you're screaming his name before he lets you have any fun of your own with him. When you come down, you urge him on his back so you can sink down onto his hard, thick cock and ride him into another round of oblivion.

“You been practicing or something? Keeping in control while I’m up here just losing my damn mind?” you sigh, as you drape yourself over his chest and let him caress your back while you keep him warm and hard inside you.

“Just wanna be sure I can make tonight last, baby. Always love to see how many times I can getcha anyway,” he growls into your ear in a way that makes it easy for you to imagine it won’t take much longer for him to make good on that promise. “You ready for another?”

He doesn’t even wait for you to answer before he flips you on your back, slipping out for just a moment so he can add a little lube and then repositioning to get the right angle. You sigh and moan into his ear while he slow-strokes you into another blinding explosion.

“Damn, sugar. I ain’t lasting much longer after that one.”

“Then don’t. C’mon, Sy. Lemme make you feel good too .”

You press his chest off you and urge him to roll over on his back while you prop yourself up on your side and take hold of his cock, slick with lube and your own juice. You pump him slowly a few times, watching with pleasure as he groans at the tease.

“Baby, you better do something more’n that or I’m gonna flip you over again and take care of this myself.”

You kiss him deep and hard to shut him up, dragging your thumb over his slit and pressing the edge of your forefinger into his sensitive spot, just below the head. He groans into your mouth again and before he can say another word you release his lips and bend over, taking him deep down your throat.

He mutters a “fuck” as he reaches to pull your hair out of the way so he can see you bob up and down, tongue dragging up and down his shaft. He lasts all of two minutes with you glancing sideways at him, catching his eyes and making sure he knows how much you love doing this for him, too. Then he pulls you off, tosses you back to position, rolls over, and slips back in, dragging his cock in and out with a reckless abandon.

When he’s done, he cleans you both off, and asks if you finally worked up your appetite. You are loath to leave the bed, but you are starving so you grab his t-shirt from the floor before he can. You slide it over your head, inhaling his scent as you head back to the dining room.

Sy follows close behind in just his boxer briefs and grabs the plates from the table to pop in the microwave.

You skip the wine though, knowing you have to be up early for your flight and not wanting to risk a hangover along with being sex-drunk. Sy sends you off to bed while he finishes stowing the leftovers and cleaning up the kitchen before he joins you. You sleep, but not well, too nervous about your upcoming trip.

You're awake for several minutes before you feel him skim his fingers over your bare skin, tracing the curve of your hip, up your ribs, under your breast. He cups the weight with a little pressure as he catches the nipple between forefinger and thumb.

"I know you're awake," he sighs into your ear, teasing the nub hard as he scoots his hips closer against you. "I got something for those nerves."

You let out a small scoff as your body responds without a thought, back arching and ass pressing into him.

"I need to sleep. It's a long travel day tomorrow," you whisper, even as you twist your arm back to catch his head and hold him close, feeling his lips and soft scruff trace along your neck.

"C'mon baby. Lemme have you one more time before you go." He scoots back a bit, making room to gently pull your shoulder and lay you down flat before sliding his hand down your belly and cupping your mound.

A small gasp betrays you as he presses a finger along the crease, searching for the moisture he knows he's provoked. He finds it and teases out more, circling your clit before dipping a finger deep.

"Sy..." you start to protest without a hint of resolve.

"You'll be gone a week. Lemme leave you satisfied."

"You did that last night. Quite a few times as I recall," you smirk even while lifting a leg to drape over his as you turn again towards him.

"Extra credit then."

You hear the smile in his voice, the one paired with the wink you can never resist, but a dull ache threatens to derail you.

"I don't think we used quite enough lube that last time," you admit with another whisper, this one against his lips before you lick into his mouth and search out his tongue.

"Mmm... I gotchu baby. Lemme just..." he presses you back, peeling your leg from his hip, then scoots down and over, working his shoulders between your thighs and forcing a bend to your knees. "Yeah, this'll work."

You trace the stubble on his head as he settles in, catching your pearl with his lips before letting his tongue drag through your folds.

"God, Sy..." you moan.

"Gonna make you feel so good, baby."

"Mmm, you always do," you end with a deep sigh as he sinks two fingers in beside his tongue. You let your knees fall open wider and undulate your hips slowly, meeting the languid pace he's set as he nibbles and licks and pumps in and out of you.

"More, please," you beg, already so worked up.

"Yeah, I gotchu baby. Knew you needed a little something more to keep you warm while you're away." His voice is seductive while his fingers keep stroking, searching and finding the most sensitive parts inside you.

"Love it when you do this," you reply, pulling him close again and making sure his lips latch on before you let go and grab the sheets.

He takes his time, knows exactly when to back off so you don't come too fast. He wants to make this last and give you a proper send off but you beg him to go faster, grinding your core up into his face.

He presses your hips back down, and with a soft chuckle, asks "You sure you don't want me inside you, sugar?"

You give in, then, pulling at his shoulders and searching for his mouth as he climbs up over you, arms braced on either side of your head. You feel the wet tickle of his beard and taste yourself on his tongue, wrapping your arms and legs around him, the heat from your pussy seeking him out.

"Yeah, I thought so," he growls into your ear. "Hold up, hold up."

He presses himself back to his knees, easily breaking your hold and reaches over to the nightstand. You hear a top pop and then a squeeze. You brace for the cool liquid, but he takes a few more seconds and when it hits, you realize he warmed it up between his fingers and you sigh again at this thoughtful, sexy beast of man who is now wrapping his lubed and slicked up hand around his cock, sliding slowly inside you before easing his chest back down against you.

"Feel good, baby? Need me to fuck you nice and slow for a bit?"

"Sy, I swear to god, if you don't start fucking me like you mean it, I ain't coming back after this trip," you tease, grabbing his ass and trying to work the piston into his hips.

He laughs and ignores you for a minute, taking his time, grinding low and slow as he captures your lips to shut you up now. His mouth is hungry against yours, tongues tangling and mapping out space before he pulls back, pulling gently on your lower lip to release a groan from you.

"Don't make idle threats, sugar. You know you couldn't quit me if you tried," he teases.

You wrap a leg around his hip again, no pressure, just making space for him to dig deeper while you hold his neck and kiss him back hard.

When you can't stand it anymore, you beg again.

"Sy, please."

"Whatchu want, baby, hmmm? Tell me."

"Fuck me, Sy. Please."

"Ain't that what I'm doing, sugar?"

You can hear the mischief in his voice. He knows exactly what you want right now but he wants you to tell him.

You press his chest back and scoot out from underneath him, flipping over and raising up on hands and knees.

"Fuck me, Sy. Don't hold back," you demand over your shoulder.

"Yes ma'am," he replies, like the gentleman he is. One more squeeze of lube, just to make sure he doesn't do any more damage than you're asking for, and you feel his hands on your hips dragging you back against him as he slams his cock into you full force.

He sets a grueling pace at the outset of this favorite position, knowing he'll pour a thousand tiny explosions into you before he gives you both that final shove over the deep end.

You collapse as he pulls out and drops beside you. Normally, he'd be up grabbing a warm, wet washcloth to clean you up, but he snuggles close and sighs heavily into your neck.

"Gonna miss you, baby."

"Me too," you turn to press your lips against his. "Me too, Sy. But I'll be back before you know it."

The wake up call is a bitch.

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ashbrat488 · 8 months

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Flower In The Desert

Captain Syverson (Sand Castle) Fanfiction

Violet Becker is the daughter of the Major General, and despite her ranking, she refuses special treatment when she gets sent to the middle east in the midst of war. Constantly underestimated her whole life, she finishes medical school and is itching to put her new skills to work. She is left under the command of Edward Syverson who has sworn to her father to protect her. Can he keep his promise or is having to take care of a woman in the middle of a warzone too much for even him?

Started: July 14, 23 Finished: Sept 15, 23

-"Don't talk," he groaned against her breast, grinding against her as his fingers played faster against her pussy. His hands reached under her ass, lifting her up and sinking his cock deep into her wet pussy. "Oh God, Violet..." He hissed quietly, pulling back slightly before thrusting forward, gripping her hips tightly as he began to fuck her roughly, slamming his hips into her over and over again.

Her body trembled as he moved, leaning her against the wall behind her. Her head fell back as he groaned in pleasure, gripping her hip and pumping harder, driving deeper than he had ever before.-

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delicate-moon-princess · 2 years

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The Night of Many Firsts

Summary: You’ve been seeing Sy for the past few months. He asks you to stay the night at his place for the first time. You decide to take him up on his offer, not knowing that tonight you will be tackling a lot of firsts in your relationship.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Shy!Insecure!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smutty content, groping, fingering (f receiving), insecure thoughts, bad self image, panic attacks, hinted plus size reader, hinted age gap, mention of male masturbation, bad writing of southern accent, excessive use of pet names- Let me know if I forgot anything!

Word Count: 11.1k

Any typos are my own.

A/N: So I’ve been working on this for about a month. It took me a long time to get the fine tweaking done. I haven’t written anything for a very long time so I’m most likely very rusty. I'm a bit nervous, to be honest. This is also my first fanfic. Admittedly, this is a very self indulgent fic. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy it!

“No funny business, darlin’.” Sy said to you over the phone and the Southern drawl in his voice made you tremble. “Promise. Just dinner, a movie, then bed. If ya still wanna go home after the movie, I’ll drive ya.”

He had asked you to stay the night for the first time. This was big, so you did your best to be nonchalant.

“Really?” Finally, you spoke up, your brows raised in skepticism. Your tone, on the other hand, was lighthearted.

A faint smile made its way onto your lips. You seldom left Sy’s company without a few heart-racing embraces. It wasn’t hard to imagine all the sly kisses and stroking that would take place if you agreed to spend the night.

You didn’t mind, however, as his touch always left you wanting more. And he had been giving you more. The goodnight kisses you shared with him after each of your dates had become more intense.

“I swear to it.” He said, his voice tinged with mischief. “I would never tarnish your purity like that, sugar.” He purred into the phone.

Pink flooded your cheeks as you grinned shyly, rolling your eyes at his teasing comment. You paused for a second, asking yourself if you thought you could really do it. Could you really stay at Sy’s house for the night, the one man you’ve ever really, really liked?

“I’d love to, Sy.” You whispered, fearing if you spoke any louder your voice would shake. Excitement and nervousness made your skin prickle. You rubbed your one hand on your pants, the other held the phone to your ear.

“Good. Pack a bag, pumpkin, I‘ll pick you up in an hour.” He bid you goodbye before you could change your mind.

Your eyes widened. An hour?! That didn’t give you nearly enough time for you to prepare yourself for him and also pack a bag. After you tossed your phone on the bed, you hurried to take a shower where you exfoliated, scrubbed and rinsed every part of your body thoroughly. You managed to shave your legs and pits without any knicks in under five minutes. Honestly, you're not sure how you did it.

The thin nestle of curls on your pubic area taunted you. Your eyes narrowed. There wasn’t enough time to carefully and completely shave your mound, you dreaded all the bumps and cuts you would receive if you tried to do it quickly. So you settled on trimming it.

You chose a light makeup look after you finished showering. It only took you 15 minutes to apply a light coat of foundation, fill in your brows, and swipe some mascara on each pair of your eyelashes.

You were panting as you emerged from your bathroom in a robe. A half hour had already passed after you showered and put on makeup. God dammit. You still had to determine your hairstyle and your clothes. Not to mention, figure out what you were going to pack for your first night at Sy’s place.

What if tonight was the night you two sleep together? The notion entered your brain abruptly as you were pulling your hair back into a casual style that hopefully didn’t make you look too bummy. You stared at yourself in the mirror for a moment, wondering if you were ready to give in to Sy’s advances and let him take your virginity.

You rubbed your temples as a dozen thoughts swarmed your head at once, each laced with insecurity. What if you weren’t any good and he didn’t like you? What if you chickened out and ruined what was supposed to be a beautiful moment by being too afraid to enjoy it?

All you could do was try to reassure yourself that Sy had been extremely gentle with you and he wouldn’t force anything on you. He would never do that to you. You had to admit that his soft demeanor had been slowly chipping away at the walls you built around yourself

Sy was well aware of your inexperience. Not just in sex, but just being touched in general. It had taken him three dates just to be able to hug you goodnight. It took him another three to take your first kiss. Your boundaries were always respected by him. He told you that you both could take things as slow as you want.

The thing you liked about him was that he had a way of making you want to test your limits. Maybe it was the way he gently praised you everytime you allowed him to touch you.

You fondly remembered the last time the two of you lost yourselves in a heated embrace. When you let him kiss just below your jaw, he cooed, “So sweet, sugar plum.”

“Atta girl…” He murmured when you let yourself be drawn into his arms.

“There she is, that’s my lil girl.” He declared with pride when his hands were allowed to explore the curves of your hips and sides. He might have even sneaked in a few firm squeezes of your ass.

That had made you gasp. It left you in a paradox. You always thought your ass looked weird. However, Sy’s possessive grip on it had led you to believe otherwise. For a brief moment, you thought you must have the behind of a goddess if a man like Sy was so enamored by it.

This thought soon disappeared when you looked at your butt in the mirror again. It did look weird. Why did he find it so appealing?

The passionate moments between you and Sy never went past heated kisses that took your breath away and the sensual ass grabs. You always stopped him before he could go further. No matter how hard you tried to push yourself past your fears, they always managed to well up inside your chest. It turned your mood sour, and Sy would sense it.

He always would pull back immediately, kissing you tenderly one final time. Then he would tell you how proud he was of you, how good you were for him. It gave you a sense of security. He always managed to put a smile back on your face before he would go back to normal, acting as if he wasn’t just trying to evade every crevice in your mouth with his tongue.

So what made tonight feel different? Was it the night you were going to forget your fears and sleep with Sy? Maybe this was just a case of wishful thinking. Or perhaps tonight was really the night.

You shook your head to get rid of all the intrusive thoughts. Tonight, you were going to enjoy Sy’s company. If you two end up taking it all the way, so be it.

Finally, you decided on an outfit that is presentable but still comfortable. You rummaged through your closet for your overnight bag. Another thought entered your brain after you began to pack- What were you going to wear to bed?

He knocked exactly when he told you he would. The Captain was always on time. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d been parked outside your place for the past few minutes.

You smiled when you imagined him in his truck, patiently waiting for you to get ready. What did he do to entertain himself? Scroll on his phone, listen to music, perhaps take a short nap? He always looked so tired.

“I gave you a key, y’know,” You said as you opened the door after taking a deep breath. You smiled at him, your eyes sparkling at him.

Somehow the sight of him always made your heart skip a beat.

He seemed just as excited to see you. His gaze swept up and down your body twice, before returning back to your face. When he grinned, his bearded cheeks lifted, and you swear you saw a blush appear beneath the fur on his face.

“I know that, darlin’.” His voice had taken on a deeper tone, almost as if he was turned on.

“It holds its own little place on my key ring. But I like it when you let me in. Don’t wanna invade your privacy or nothin’, doll. I’ll use it only for emergencies. Besides, the sight of you when you open that door is… soul-moving.”

His compliment made you get all bashful, but it also caused your shoulders to relax slightly. Sy did that to you; got you all flustered while still making you yearn for more of his affection. His playful growl made you giggle as he hugged you tightly.

The feel of his whiskers against your neck as he nuzzled your jaw made you want to melt in his arms completely. You looked at him as he drew back, biting your lower lip when his big hand came up to cup your cheek tenderly. Leaning into his hand, you closed your eyes and smiled at the feeling of his warm palm against your flesh.

“As much as I like to see you all flustered, lil’ darlin’, I do enjoy it more when you show me that purty smile of yours.” He murmured to you, his hands resting safely on your waist though you knew he wanted to slip them lower and grab a handful of your bottom.

You gazed at him in disbelief. How could someone as perfect as him even want to be in the same room as someone like you? This made you gulp, scared he will eventually get sick of you like everyone else.

To rid those nasty thoughts, you kissed him. You pressed your lips against his, bringing your hands up to cup his face. He melted against you. Sy’s eyes were still closed when you pulled away, a dopey grin in his expression.

“My, my gorgeous… what did I do to deserve such a treat?” He teased you lightly, his hands slipped to the middle of your back.

“Nothing… just felt like kissing you.” You blushed and smiled back.

Sy loved it when you kissed him. Of course you two engaged in a lot of lip-locking, but more often than not he was the one doing the kissing. However, sometimes you got brave and smashed your lips to his. Usually either an innocent kiss hello or goodbye. It never failed to make the army captain swoon whenever he saw you leaning in for a little “mouth to mouth action” as he put it.

“Damn. You’re gonna kill me, woman.” He growled, leaning in for another kiss while your hearts were still racing.

He sucked on your lower lip, which caused you to gasp softly. Your hands came up to fist the fabric of his shirt. You needed something to hold onto. You had to brace yourself because Sy was blowing your mind with his lips.

Too soon, he pulled away.

“Ready to go, sugar?” He asked you.

You managed to nod in your daze, reaching to grab your bag you set behind your front door. Sy grabbed it from you immediately, even though it wasn’t heavy. His other hand took yours and he led you to his truck. He made sure you were buckled after helping you up inside the cab. Then, he drove you both to his place.

You had been to Sy’s house plenty of times, usually for date nights at his place. He had always taken you home afterwards. As you approached his house, your stomach started to twist like it was your first time there. You weren’t going to be leaving after dinner. You would eventually be laying in the same bed with him, trying to fall asleep. What if you couldn’t get to sleep? What if you snored?

Sy’s place was a perfect blend of rustic and modern. Very masculine, to say the least. The exterior was a Craftsman style bungalow with a large porch attached to the front. You knew Sy liked to spend time sitting on his porch swing every morning and night, just taking in the fresh air.

His home was humble, but not run down at all. He took pride in keeping his yard clean and kept, as well as the rest of the house. Part of you wondered why he chose to reside in such a small dwelling. Sy was a co-owner of a local construction company, you knew he was doing well for himself.

Somehow though, the fact that he lived in such a cozy home had made you become less anxious at his place. When you had walked in the first time, you were greeted with a space that looked lived in. The majority of the walls were painted white, but his furniture and decor was a mixture of warm tones with refreshing hints of navy blue.

As the two of you climbed the steps to the front stoop, Sy stopped to wave at the old widow who lived next door to him.

“Evenin’, Ms. Donovan. I already put your trash can out by the curb. I also cleaned them gutters for you.” He nodded, holding your hand still.

“Oh, thank you, handsome. How kind of you.” She flirted with him. This made you giggle softly when Sy turned slightly pink.

Ms. Donovan looked at you. The woman’s brown eyes raked over your form, then landed on your intertwined hands. Her wrinkly lips pulled back in a knowing smirk.

“Well, well sweetheart. Who’s thi-” She started to tease Sy but was cut off by his booming voice.

“Well, Ms. Donovan, we better get goin’ now. Both of us gotta be up real early an’ all. We should get some shut eye.” He interrupted, tugging on your hand as he tried to head to his front door.

The old woman laughed out loud, turning away from the fence that divides their property.

“Yes, yes. I may be old but I can still get the hint. You two go have fun.” She waved her hand in a playful, nonchalant gesture.

You watched as she started to walk away on her walker. The woman’s bold words caught you off guard. You were shocked, but you also really wanted to laugh. Sy’s tugging on your hand increased in force, you could tell he was frantic to get you in the house.

You relished this moment. It was the first time Sy had ever appeared absolutely embarrassed. Your Sy, who was always so fearless, blunt, confident, and collected was turning redder than a schoolboy that was caught sneaking sweets. Sweat formed on his brow as the summer heat boiled onto his skin.

“Oh and don’t worry about being loud… I sure won't complain about the noise.” She mentioned off-handedly, as if she was unaware of how suggestive her words were.

“Thank you, Ms. Donovan!” Sy tried to speak over her, desperately tugging on your arm now as you finally started to follow with a soft snicker.

Though the whole encounter had you turning red if you were being honest.

Sy dropped the hand holding yours to dig for his keys, still holding your bag in the other. He found them, almost dropping them twice as he hurriedly tried to unlock the door. The whole time you were watching him in amusement. You managed to hide your delight though.

He finally opened the door, stepped inside and yanked you in behind him. He whipped around to face you after tossing your bag on the cedar wood flooring that covers the entrance of his house. Making sure you were out of the way of the door, he leaned in closer to slam it right behind you.

For a very quick moment, he had you pinned to the door. The two of you simply looked at each other, your faces so close that you breathed the same air. Sy blinked and reluctantly pulled away.

“I know that seemed rude of me, darlin’. Normally, I would’ve walked her to her door and made sure she got settled in alright. But I know if I would’ve let her antagonize you we would’ve never gotten some… alone time.” He said the last words hesitantly, not wanting you to take them the wrong way.

“She’s a very… Peculiar woman.” You nodded softly, biting back a smile. “She seemed very infatuated with you though… should I be jealous?”

Sy blinked at your frown, shaking his head frantically, “W-What? No, sugar, no.”

You giggled finally, the accusatory look in your eyes dropping. “I’m kidding, Sy.”

He visibly relaxed, his big shoulders falling as he let out a deep breath. Looking down sheepishly, he chuckled once. As embarrassed as he was, he was obviously loving that this was the first time you were comfortable enough to jest with him.

Deciding to be brave again, your hands slowly ran up his arms. The feel of his flesh under your palms made you want to moan. He seemed to have a permanent tan from his time in the desert. Not only that, but his skin always seems to be warm. As if he carried some of the blistering heat he absorbed from those days in the sandy flatlands back with him when he returned from the war.

Sy gazed at you curiously, but you weren’t looking at him. Your eyes followed your hands as they smoothed up his biceps, finally coming to rest on his shoulders. When you finally gazed at him again, he had a look of amazement plastered on his face. You knew he was probably loving this moment, as it was the longest your touch has ever lingered on him.

You and Sy were almost completely different kinds of people. He was calm, you were nervous. He was outgoing and you were too shy for your own good. He positively loved physical affection, you were still getting used to it.

There had been little touching from you since the very beginning. Sy was usually the one leading you into an embrace. He was usually the one who wanted to be touching you in some way whenever you were together. He never seemed to mind though. Maybe because he knew how timid you were.

However, your shy nature seemed to not be in control of you for the very first time. First, you had kissed him on your doorstep, now your hands were wandering over his shoulders and neck. Sy bit his lip when your hand cupped the back of his nape, massaging the tense muscles there.

“Bug, listen, I know you’re nervous about tonight…” He trailed off when you kissed him again.

This earned you a melting army captain in your arms. Good, you wanted him to relax. His nerves would do nothing to help your own. Your lips smacked as you pulled away.

“Whatever happens… happens.” You shrugged nonchalantly, but you inhaled a quick breath to keep your wits about you. You kissed him again, adding passion to this one.

“I trust you, Sy.” You whispered against his lips.

It seemed like he finally couldn’t take it anymore; he had to touch you. A muted growl rumbled up from his chest, the sound made your eyes widen. He kissed you deeply, his hands coming up to grip your waist. Pushing you back gently against the door, Sy dominated your mouth with his.

You were panting by now and your hands were swiping over his buzz cut to feel the short spiky hairs against your palms. He licked at your tongue and the two of you just revealed the taste of each other for a few more intense moments before a sharp bark rang through the air.

The both of you pulled away quickly. Your heads turned to look behind Sy where Aika stood wagging her tail and panting softly. Her old eyes took in the sight of you, immediately getting as excited as her aged body would let her.

Sy pulled away from you, both of your hearts slowed at the sight of his old German shepherd. He had to sigh and smile lightly, shaking his head at the dog.

“Great timing, old lady.” He murmured affectionately. He bent down to pet her side gently.

“Hi, girl.” Your cheeks were still flushed but you relaxed as you gave Aika’s ears a good scratch.

“You missed Mama, huh girl? You want her to visit more often.” He spoke to Aika, but you knew his words were directed at you.

You and Aika had just clicked from the first time you met each other. This had amazed Sy. He told you his dog had never really been interested in anyone he brought over. Apparently, she usually just layed on one of her many orthopedic dog beds Sy had bought for her whenever he had guests over.

It was often Sy had to fight for your affection when it came to Aika. He didn’t really mind though, he liked to see both of his girls getting along. However, today Sy was yearning to be alone with you.

“Dinner, girl. Time for dinner.” He gently patted the dog’s rump, speaking her favorite word.

This made Aika turn to him, panting louder as she tried to dance on her front paws.

“Don’t get too excited now, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” He tried to keep his voice stern, but the sight of his old, furry friend getting amped up for her meal made him smile. Sy reached down to pet her ears.

You giggled as he walked towards the kitchen with his loyal pup following. He walked a little slower so she could catch up. He turned his head to talk to you.

“Go pick a movie, lil bitty. I’ll go and order us somethin’ for dinner. Promise you’ll like it.” He winked, knowing how picky of an eater you were.

You went upstairs to the loft den where his large TV was. Sy always liked to throw parties up here, all of which you had been formally invited to. Though, you never accepted. You were nervous enough around Sy. You couldn’t even imagine how anxious you would have been around both Sy and his friends. So, you always had some excuse made up as to why you couldn’t go. Each time you lied to him about your plans, it made you feel awful. However, you just couldn't push yourself that far out of your comfort zone.

Sy had never taken your lame excuses to heart, always telling you that he understood and that if you changed your mind he could always come get you. “I don't prefer you driving at night, baby girl.” He told you gently once. He had been planning on having a movie night with some friends and you were the first he invited.

Then, he told you that he would always have his phone on him, so if you needed anything you just had to call. This made you feel even more guilty. Could Sy even let loose at those parties if he had to worry about you the entire time?

Trying to forget those bad memories, you made yourself more comfortable and started to scroll through movies to watch. What was good to watch? Something that wouldn’t kill the mood. A rom-com?

You grimaced at the thought, those movies were always so cheesy and so… suggestive. You were nervous as is, you didn’t want to have to sit through a two hour film where basically all the characters wanted to do was bang.

As you’re settling on a PG-13 comedy, you heard Sy climbing the stairs to the den. You turned to see him enter the doorway, a playful grin on his face. He seemed proud of himself.

“I ordered from Sunnie’s.” He told you with a smirk, crossing his arms proudly as he leaned against the doorway.

“You didn’t.” A grin broke out on your face.

Sunnie’s Diner was the place Sy took you on your first date. He knew the owner’s somehow and they gave you the best booth in the house. He had chosen it because it was nice and quiet, but not silent either. The aura had been enough to calm you slightly, which he saw as he later admitted that he was glad he chose the perfect place. The two of you had a wonderful night, the food was phenomenal.

The two of you made an unspoken pact; that you would save Sunnie’s Diner for special occasions. It was as if you didn’t want to ruin the beautiful memory by indulging in it too often. What if you lost a taste for the food that soothed both your burning souls that night? No, Sunnie’s Diner meant something was going to go down. You licked your lips nervously after a moment.

“What’s the occasion?” You finally found your voice. Sy licked his lips too.

“I don't know, darlin’…” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. A pearly white grin broke out on his face.

You giggled shyly, rubbing your palms on your leggings. The two of you just stared at each other for a moment, he didn’t move from the doorway and you continued to turn around to look at him as he stood behind the couch.

“I picked out a movie. Do you want to start watching it while we wait for the food?” You nodded slowly to the spot beside you on the couch.

The bull of a man needed no further permission. In the blink of an eye, he plopped down on the sofa next to you. He draped his arm over the back of the couch.

“What we watchin’, sweetie pie?” He asked you casually, looking ahead at the TV where the title screen of the movie you picked was.

You let him read the title and summary before you pressed play. The two of you were encased in silence for a moment as the movie began. Sy used the comfortable stillness between you to slip his arm from the back of the couch, laying it across your shoulders.

The action made you relax. You turned your head and gave him a beam. After scooting closer, you laid your head on his shoulder. Sy was happy with this reaction as he relaxed too, kicking his feet up on the ottoman as you curled up next to him. His lips pressed against the top of your head. Sy was very much a cuddler. You were starting to become one too.

After the food was gone, the styrofoam boxes all spread out on the coffee table, you and Sy cuddled much closer. He laid on the sofa on his back and you were laying on top of him. The both of you were very comfortable.

His thick pectoral muscles were the perfect pillow as you laid your head on his chest. His scent invaded your senses, he put on your favorite cologne. The smell was mouthwatering. A perfect combination of campfire and whiskey, with undertones of gunpowder. So heedy and masculine. Just like him.

That mixed with his natural musk was enough to make you forget the fact that your body was laying completely on top of his. Any other time you would have been worried about crushing him. Not this time, however. This time, you were only worried about losing yourself in the scent of the man laying below you.

Sy didn’t seem to be bothered by your weight on top of him. In fact it had been his idea. When he had whispered that he just wanted to feel your body on top of his, it made you flush and agree. So he was a very happy man, with his fingers playing with your hair.

Eventually when the movie ended, you yawned under your breath. Sy smiled against your hair.

“Tired, darlin?” He asked you gently.

“Just a little…” You trailed off as you sat up, watching Sy follow suit.

What now? Dinner was finished and so was the movie. It was still a little too early to go to sleep. Your heart began to beat a little faster. Were the two of you finally going to tackle one of your greatest fears? The color drained out of your face and your eyes fell down to your lap.

Sy watched you begin to fidget, quickly trying to defuse the situation, “We could go to bed if you want, sugar. If you’re tired…”

“I’m not so sleepy anymore….” You murmured almost to yourself.

It was true. Whatever tiredness you felt before was gone. Your skin was beginning to get sweaty. Anxiety rested in the pit of your stomach like an anvil. Yet despite this, you could feel the dull throbbing begin in your core as you began to imagine what Sy would feel like in your arms with his bare skin pressed to yours. You wanted him so bad…

The internal battle with your arousal and your insecurities was interrupted by Sy pulling you into his arms. His embrace was nothing but loving. Not sensual, or suggestive. Him holding you brought you nothing but comfort. Your mouth opened slightly when you felt his lips against your forehead. He rested them there for a moment, like he was trying to kiss those bad thoughts away.

He pulled away to look at you, touching your cheek. The blue in his eyes reflected pure kindness and admiration for you. His expression left you speechless. You never thought anyone would ever look at you like that.

“Whatever you want to do, sweetie pie. Your wish is my command. We could watch another movie or somethin’, I’ll let you pick again… or I can take you hom-“

You pressed a finger to his lips to stop him from even mentioning the idea of you going home. If the idea was said out loud you might not have been able to shake it from your brain. Sy anxiously waited for you to say something, watching as you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

Finally, you had enough courage to let your desperation show. You had never wanted anything more than this. Though a small part of you deep down felt like running from his house screaming because this is the closest you had ever been to a person- it was over ruled by the overwhelming desire you had to give this man your everything.

“I want nothing more than to kiss you right now, Jeremy.”

The bull’s eyes widened at the sound of his first name from your mouth. This was the first time you ever spoke his name. To be honest, you had been too afraid to utter it before. This was the most vulnerable you had ever been with Sy, and you knew he could see it.

The man looked like he could have burst into tears at the trust you showed him. Slowly, he cupped your cheeks. You smiled at him, eyes closing slowly when you saw him leaning in. The kiss was gentle, his lips slowly coaxing yours to dance.

Your lip locking increased in pace after a moment. The wiggly pink muscle in Sy’s mouth came out to swipe at your lower lip. A whimper escaped your throat. You followed his lead and opened your mouth. The taste of his tongue made you leak from between your thighs. Your shaky fingers gripped the collar of his shirt, drawing him even closer instinctively. It seemed your body knew what to do as you started to move your lips quicker against Sy’s.

Both of you were overwhelmed with emotion. You let this emotion show through your kiss. The need for air was forgotten. This made the both of you dizzy, and Sy leaned into you when you both felt faint. Finally, you were the first to pull away to gasp when you felt your back hit the couch.

Black spots filled your vision as you tried to catch your breath. When they finally cleared you didn't see Sy’s face. This made you panic for a moment. Where did he go? You tried to sit up but you couldn't feel your body for a moment. When enough oxygen had entered your brain you were finally able to register what was happening.

Sy’s lips were exploring the skin just above the collar of your shirt, his head was tucked below your jaw. He had his body over your’s, trapping you to the couch. The hot little puffs of air he let out of his nose brushed down the front of your shirt and thin bra, hitting your perked nipples. A broken moan escaped your dry throat between your heavy panting.

The sound gained Sy’s attention, stopping his attack on your cleavage to lift his head. His eyes finally connected with yours again, and you shuddered. You had never seen that look in his eyes before. Dazed with heavy lust, he seemed to be having just as much trouble catching his breath as you. This didn’t stop him from leaning in to smash his lips to yours again.

You gasped slightly. How could he want to kiss again when both of you were almost dying from lack of oxygen? Nevertheless, you closed your eyes and puckered up. This was what making love was about right? Being completely vulnerable, pushing your body to its limits as the two of you lose yourselves in mind blowing pleasure. Or maybe you were romatizing the act of having sex a little too much...

As you let Sy lead you into another breath-taking battle of tongues, your mind started to wander. He would have you undressed soon… he would see every part of you. Those parts that made you grimace when you looked at yourself in the mirror. There would be absolutely nothing to shield these flaws from his wandering eyes. Maybe you couldn’t do this?

His fingers started to lift up your blouse. Oh no.

“Wait!” You pulled back to whisper frantically, your hands flying to his forearm.

He froze instantly, his clever fingers pinching the hem of your shirt. You felt the cool air against the skin of your stomach where he lifted the cotton off your flesh. The only sound in the room was your rapid panting.

You just needed to catch your breath, but you couldn’t. Sy moved slowly, like he was planning his next move carefully. Easing your shirt back down to your skin, he pulled back slightly to look at your conflicted face. The war inside you raged on again, it made you titter on the edge of a panic attack.

A whimper interrupted your heavy breathing when he tried to pull away completely. Your eyes snapped open to look at him desperately. Shaking your head, you tried to yank him back to you.

Sy finally started to breathe again. It was obvious he didn’t terrorize you completely. He let himself be held to you. As you started to whimper and pant interchangeably, he began to comfort you so you wouldn’t shut down on him. You trusted him to do that right now.

“Shhh… Shh, sweet lil girl…” He quickly pressed his forehead against yours, letting you know he was close.

You gulped audibly, tears were in your eyes. This made Sy flinch. With a wave of guilt, you realized he must have thought you were crying because of his actions. Your tears were the result of your own mind. Your stupid, betraying mind.

“Darlin’, maybe we should stop-“ His hesitant words were interrupted with the frantic shake of your head.

You didn’t want to stop, but you found it hard to go forward. Such a strange feeling.

The pitiful whimper you let out made him flinch again, your tears finally slipping. A soft, broken sob escaped you. He must have thought you were so annoying.

A pained expression paints his face. Mixed signals were being sent to him by you. As you begged to be held closer by him, you were still panting and crying like you were being terrorized. You couldn't blame him for feeling so torn.

“Breath with me, baby. C’mon, now…” He urged you gently, holding your hand to his wide chest. He breathed in slowly through his nose, and exhaled through his mouth

Together, you slowly matched each other’s breathing. Still, you clung to him. It was apparent by your squirming body that arousal still coarsed through your veins. You needed him close, holding onto his shirt as your panting slowed.

“Help me understand, darlin’… tell me what to do.” He finally whispered after your breathing calmed enough.

He pulled back to look at you, letting you both breath. You inhaled some cool air when the space between your faces increased. Your eyes closed for a moment, grateful for Sy for the second of distance. Maybe you could think now.

You tried to find your voice. It was shaky and rough, your throat still feeling swollen from your lack of breath.

“I-I… I just can’t-“ You cut yourself off with a sharp shake of your head. You opened your eyes to meet his.

“I just don’t want my clothes off.” You finally admitted, realizing how stupid that sounded.

Sy stared at you. After a moment of him gawking at you, you had the urge to try and pull away. You knew he didn’t understand, he couldn't understand. With a shaky lip, your hands lifted to try and push on his chest. You wanted out from under him now.

Completely embarrassed, you wiggled in his embrace. With your eyes red and swollen you probably looked awful. And his face was so close to yours, he could probably see the snot threatening to drip from your weepy nose. You sniffled hard.

“No, no. You ain’t getting away that easy.” He eased you back down, you let him even as you pouted. He continued to lay on top of you.

“I understand what you need, baby.” He slowly began kissing your neck again.

His touches weren’t too heated this time around. The warmth of his palms rubbing up and down your clothed sides was enough to make you relax against him. A relieved sigh escaped you. You were glad for Sy’s uncanny ability to calm you down.

“I understand that… takin’ of all your clothes off is a big step for you. Though I would love to see you naked as the day you were born, baby doll, we don’t gotta accomplish that tonight.” He kissed the skin below your ear.

“You’ve been so good for me, darlin’. I know you want to feel good. I can make you feel good. You just need to trust me, okay?” He lifted his head to look at you, his eyes shining.

Sy waited for you to nod before he made a move. He continued to praise you as his fingers trailed down your jaw, smoothing over the sensitive skin of your neck. You hiccuped, your eyes never leaving his.

“Doing so good for me, sugar. You’re so beautiful.” He dared to move his hand down to your cleavage. He nodded when you let out a gasp, encouraging you to let out more noises.

“You sound so beautiful. These here are so perfect, sweetie pie…. Can I touch ‘em a lil bit?” He husked in your ear, letting his right hand rest below your left breast.

With a keen whine, you nodded quickly. Sy took your one breast in his hand, squeezing it once. You never thought they were the right size. Luckily, he seemed to be loving them.

The tip of his nose ghosted along the top of the breast opposite the one he was man-handling. A pink tongue came out to lick at your dewy flesh. Your eyes rolled back at the feel of the wet appendage lapping at the thin sheen of sweat that developed on your skin.

His nose huffed in your scent frantically. With the way Sy was licking and sniffing at your neck and chest, you deducted your presperartion must be laced with some kind of sex pheromones. This man was acting like an animal. Little did you know this was him holding back.

The large hand on your globe disappeared for just a moment. Still, it made you whine and lift your head. When Sy liberally licked at the thumb and forefinger of his right hand, you furrowed your brows.

“‘M gon’ touch on you a lil bit, bug. Tell me if you don’ like it.” His accent was even thicker when he was turned on.

Sy trailed his now wet fingers down the front of your shirt and into your bra. His action of licking his fingers suddenly made sense when his wet fingers enclosed around the perked bud of your breast. This way you didn’t have to take your top off, but you could still have something wet and hot against your nipples.

You mewled when you exhaled the breath you were holding. When you peeked at Sy, he was staring right at you. He was obviously studying your reaction to his touch. You felt like one of his old motorcycles he liked to work on. You were also something he had to experiment with to get it to work just right, just like his bikes.

When his lubricated fingers easily swirled around your nipple, you finally had to cry out. Your hands came up to grip his shirt, needing something to dig your claws into. His drool was still hot for a moment as he teased your breast, but it cooled quickly and caused you to become even more sensitive.

Your mind was spinning as you continued to let Sy know how great he was doing by letting out obscene noises. Never once did you imagine yourself a noisy lover. He really did have a way of making you do things you didn’t normally do.

Sy rewarded your moans with his own hearty grunts and growls. The sounds always vibrated in his chest, it made your eardrums tickle when he let them off right in your ear. With each of his groans he suckled and licked at your lobe, which caused a deep shiver to shoot through you from the base of your spine. If his lips felt so good on your ear, imagine how they would have felt in other places…

Quickly, Sy took his fingers out of your shirt to lick them again. Before you could even whine at the loss, he returned them. His soaking fingers pinched gently at your bud. You jerked at the feeling, eyebrows shooting up in surprise as his calloused digits rolled and tugged on your delicate nipple.

Finally, you were able to find words, “Fuck, Sy! Please…”

He smiled. A deep growl escaped from within his chest. He ducked his face down to suck on your pulse point. Your heartbeat was frantic against the sensitive skin of his lips.

He thumbed at your nipple still, his other hand coming up to gently grasp the back of your neck. You felt your head being lifted till you were no longer leaning it back in pleasure. This made you open your eyes, shivering when you looked directly into Sy’s stormy gaze.

“Does that feel good, darlin’?” He nodded when you did.

Good didn't even begin to describe how this man was making you feel.

“Good… that’s good, sugar plum. I can make you feel even better. Will you let me?” He questioned you breathlessly.

Sy looked like a man going through withdrawals. The black pupils in his eyes were dilated, soft pants escaped his mouth, and his little pink tongue kept coming out to lick his dry lips. This man was acting as if your body was the only way he could get his fix. It amazed you that anyone could ever want you so much.

A shaky hand somehow managed to find its way to his cheek even though all your limbs felt like jelly. The muscles in your neck moved too slowly for your liking when you tried to lean your head against his. Luckily, Sy met you halfway.

The two of you simply stayed like that for a moment; your heads pressed together, with your eyes closed. As you breathed each other in, you lifted your hand to run over his buzz cut. You unconsciously ran your nails over his scalp, a deep shudder coursed through him.

This sure made your brows raise. Suddenly feeling brave, you did it again. This time he almost whimpered. That sure made you feel… powerful.

As soon as he growled again, you were back to putty in his hands.

“Bug…” It was almost a warning.

He was shut up with a passionate kiss by you. The man melted in your arms. Fortunately, this brought you both back down to Earth for a second.

“I trust you, Sy.” You whispered softly against his lips.

Sy shuddered and moaned. Those words seemed to be a one way ticket to his heart. He opened his eyes to look at you, he looked like he could cry with emotion. You smiled and stroked his cheeks. The tickle of his beard against your palms comforted you while you counseled him. His eyes closed again and you followed suit when you saw him leaning in.

Your lips were intertwined, this time the kiss was initiated by him. The taste of him was addicting, you suddenly felt like he was your fix too. Your hands came up to grip his t-shirt again. Suddenly it wasn't enough, you needed to feel his skin against yours. Without a second thought, you slipped your hand under the back of his shirt, right above the back of his jeans. Now you could feel his flesh under the sensitive skin on your palm. The fact made you moan into his mouth. The nails on your fingers softly dug into his skin.

The beast growled again. It made you want to giggle. His hand that was resting idle on your breast started to move again. Your back arched and you whimpered. The hand on his back started to rub softly. This soothed him, the kiss softening for a moment.

He encouraged you to open your eyes again so you did. Gazing at him in amazement, you hiccuped when his fingers pinched your nipple gently. It was pleasure with a delicious little hint of pain. You were throbbing.

Your breath increased again, rolling your hips desperately. Without any other resort, you whined for him. He knew what you wanted, you were sure of it.

Sensing you start to get frantic, he eased you back down with soft shushes. He pulled away from the kiss to look into your eyes again. Another harsh throb pulsated through you. He nodded in encouragement when it made you mewl out loud.

“That’s it, so gorgeous. Let yourself feel, baby girl, it’s alright. Just keep those eyes on me.” He soothed you. “I’m just gonna move my hand a little lower…”

Another whine rang through the air. He couldn’t take his warm hand off your chest, you would simply die. His touch was the only thing keeping you sane at the moment.

“There, there, darlin’. I got you. I’ll make you feel real good, baby.” His breath fanned over your cheeks as he continued to look into your eyes.

You nodded for him to continue.

That hand moved over your sternum, ghosting over your stomach before coming to rest on the waistband of your black leggings. He let it lay there, putting pressure on the spot that was so close to where you needed him to touch most. You couldn't help it, you tore your gaze away from him to lean your head back and moan. He kissed you quickly to swallow the sound of your pleasure into his mouth.

“Do you trust me, baby?” He waited for you to nod. “You know you can say no at any time and I stop.” Another nod.

Sy took a deep breath. He continued to stare at you as his hand slipped into your pants. Your eyes widened when you felt the pad of his fingers touch your slit from outside your cotton panties. Another moan graced his ears.

“There she is, good girl… so wet for me.” He shook his head in disbelief, like he couldn’t believe the gift he’s been given.

He stroked your clothed little pussy for a moment. The entire time you mewled, your cheeks flushed and your back arched. Kissing you again, he slowly sunk those fingers into your panties. You felt it happening and didn’t want to stop it. You needed him to touch you there.

When his palm cupped your center, you stopped breathing for a moment. His hand was so warm, so strong. Unconsciously, your hips pushed up against his touch. He let out a harsh breath when he felt you grind against his hand. That was the permission he was looking for to continue.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby girl, I promise. But you gotta be brave for me. Can you do that?” He begged you to let your insecurities go just this one time, at least long enough for him to blow your mind.

You looked at him for a moment. This man held you like you were the most fragile piece of china. You knew he wasn’t going to hurt you. So you nodded.

“I will, Sy.” You responded with such sureness it made Sy shiver. His mouth finds yours.

His ring and index finger spread your puffy lower lips, his wrist resting on the curls that decorated your mound. The soft little hairs that you fretted over early in the day tickled Sy’s skin. He smiled against your neck as he worked on suckling marks on your skin.

His middle finger traced from your exposed little hole to the throbbing nub that was starting to poke out from beneath its hood at the top of your cunt. He didn't touch it though. Blue eyes watched you as you shuddered and hiccuped. Your thighs twitched.

Sy seemed to like how you were reacting, so he continued. The calloused pad of his finger traced your precious little pearl, coaxing it to swell further with a feather light touch. Every nerve in your body ignited. The spark of pleasure you felt was so raw. It made you clench down so tightly your stomach cramped. You wanted more, needed more.

A groan escaped from your throat, the heat of his touch made you lose all sense of English. How could you beg for more if you couldn’t speak? You whimpered in frustration now.

Sy chuckled, “I know what you need, sweetheart, hold on.”

His finger circled your clit once more before finally pressing. The new pressure added was enough to make you cry out.

“There you go, sweet thing. Just like that… relax and let me make you feel good.” He whispered in your ear when you let your pleasure be known. Hopefully Ms. Donovan really wouldn’t complain about the noise…

Since you still couldn’t form a sentence you let your body speak for you. The hips Sy so often ogled over rolled to try and get him to press harder. So he did.

He started rubbing firm circles against your bud, and you let the sounds fly. Sy listened to each sound like it was gospel, murmuring praises into your ear as you moaned. In the moments you weren’t kissing you, he stared at your face as it contorted in pleasure.

Your little hole was desperately clenching around nothing. Each time it did a little bit of your arousal was pumped out of it. You were positively dripping for him.

A thick finger suddenly traced your entrance. Your eyes snapped open where Sy was already looking at you. His teeth bit his lower lip, his eyes were silently asking for permission again.

Your hands came up to grip his cheeks. Your thumb smoothed out his lower lip, gently taking it away from between his teeth. Sy was rewarded with another kiss.

As your mouths mingled he sunk his index finger into you. He greedily drank down your gasp. Suddenly, he pressed his hips towards you and you could feel his hard bulge against your side. A gasp escaped you. How did he manage to hide that from you this whole time?

Feeling the solid member against your hip caused your legs to open further, almost like it was instinctive. This action made Sy growl. The finger that was resting inside you began to move, pulling back out just to sink inside again. Deeper this time.

“Fuck, you’re tight, little lady.” He huffed, beginning to repeat the action quicker.

With sweat coating your flesh, your chest started heaving. The expression on your face could only be described as blissful pain. You were giving in to your pleasure, finally. With your heart racing, you groaned as your body raced towards something. Something that you had only ever experienced with the vibrating toy you kept at home, and this time the build up was so much more intense. Though, you just needed a little more. A tiny push to get you to your peak.

He sunk a second finger into you, listening to your strangled gasp for a split second before he started drumming his thumb into your clit. The gasp was replaced by a cry. You tossed your head back, arching up as he began thrusting his fingers and flicking his thumb at a steady pace.

“Good girl, good girl. Just a little more, darlin’. I know you’re close, let go for me. Show me what you got.” He challenged you, his eyes burning with lust as he watched you squirm.

You felt him grind his hard-on against you and it just made you hotter. Everything was so warm. All you could hear was the harsh thudding of your heart in your ears. Feral sounding moans and mewls kept escaping you, you couldn’t stop them. The little knot in your stomach was going to snap. It felt scary in a way. So much build up to something spectacular, it was almost suspenseful. You thought your racing heart would give out at any moment, like you were marching to your death.

“Fuck, baby… yes, yes. Just like that. I got you, don’t be afraid.” His cooes fell to deaf ears.

The wet little noises of your cunt were the only sound in the room as the two of you both got quiet. So close, you were so close. When he curled his fingers up inside you, that was your undoing.

You sobbed in relief when the coil in your stomach finally snapped, your muscles relaxing as pure euphoria washed over you. All worries and pesky insecurities slipped away at that moment. You’ve never felt anything like it before. You clenched down onto his fingers, trapping them inside you.

The constant tension in your muscles disappeared. The normal worried furrow in your brows escaped your face, softening your expression. You had never felt such bliss before. The entire time you felt like you were floating, your arms wrapped around Sy as both your hands felt up and down his back.

The slowing of his hand was enough to work you through your orgasm. After flying high for so long, you finally began to tumble back to Earth. Sy was there to catch you, taking his hand away from your swollen pussy to wrap his arms around you.

“Such a good girl, sweetie pie. I knew you could do it, beautiful. Made me so proud.” He whispered against your hair as you caught your breath.

You listened to his words. They were meant to comfort you and you let them. Clinging to the large man, the tremors in your body slowly died down. He was there the entire time, stroking your hair.

“You okay, baby?” He asked you after a silent moment.

You nodded sleepily. When you felt something poke against your thigh, you gulped. In your lust crazed mind you had not felt how big he actually was. Sy heard you swallow, angling his hips away.

“Sorry, darlin’.” He apologized sheepishly.

“We should… we can-“ You started to babble nervously. Guilt filled you at the fact he was left this aroused.

He cut you off, “Now don’t you go worrying about that, sweetheart. We don’t have to do nothing.” He kissed you sweetly.

“Now my plan is to take you downstairs where the both of us are gonna get ready for bed. Then, we’re gonna get under the covers and cuddle. We can talk about our day as we get sleepy, maybe watch some TV. Finally, I am going to watch as you fall asleep in my arms for the first time. Which I think will make the perfect ending to the night of… many firsts.” Sy breathed out the last part, finishing his little speech with a gentle smile.

“But we will not be makin’ love until there is not an ounce of doubt left in the purty mind of yours.” He told you, kissing your forehead.

A smile broke out onto your face when he leaned his head against yours. The patience this man had for you was endless. You were ever so grateful for it.

“I like the sound of that, Captain.” You let out a content sigh before kissing him.

The two of you gently made out, like you weren’t ready to say goodbye to the feeling of each other. However, Sy must have felt how tired you were getting because he pulled away. Slowly, you reopened your eyes.

His teeth bit his lower lip. It looked like he was aching to do something. You knew that whenever Sy was aching to do something, he usually did it. Your dazed eyes watched in anticipation as he raised his still wet digits to his face.

It was jaw dropping to see Sy inhale deeply through his nose when he let his fingers linger under his nostrils. Your sensitive little cunt clenched when the smell made him snarl like an animal who just caught the scent of prey’s blood.

A deep moan sounded from the man as he opened his mouth. His eyes snapped open before he winked slyly, taking his thick fingers onto his tongue. You watched with a gasp as he sucked them clean.

He pulled them out with a soft pop. Sy laughed at the look on your face. He must have really liked the taste of you. You looked at him in tired amazement.

“You taste mighty good, lil one.” He snarled softly, his eyes soft. You melted at his words/

“C’mon, baby. Let’s sit up.” He led you into a sitting position, kissing your cheek the entire way.

You didn’t notice him slyly adjusting himself. When he pulled you up off the couch, your knees wobbled. This made him chuckle. You smiled at him shyly, blushing as you readjusted your clothes.

He led you down the stairs, then to his bedroom. After being told you could take a shower first, you jumped at the opportunity. If you were going to be laying in bed with him you definitely wanted to wash the sweat from your body.

As you undressed alone in the bathroom, you caught glimpses of yourself in the mirror. The woman in the mirror did not look familiar. This woman was positively glowing. The flush in her cheeks and dewiness of her flesh made her look refreshed. Her eyes were dazed, giving her a sultry and seductive look. The makeup on her face was slightly messed and her hair was tousled. She looked like an utter goddess.

It took you a long while before it finally set in that this woman was you.

After your shower, however, your previous confidence disappeared. You caught your reflection in the mirror again. This time the woman in the mirror looked very familiar to you. With your makeup having been removed under the water, your true self was revealed. Your skin was even in both texture and color. Every one of your flaws seemed to be mocking you as you poked and prodded at your body while looking in the mirror.

Suddenly, you pinched your eyes shut and took a deep breath. You promised yourself you were going to spend the night with Sy and enjoy yourself while doing it. With deep breaths, you calmed yourself back down. You continued to tell yourself he would still like you, even if you weren’t all dolled up.

Nausea filled you when you pictured him throwing you out because you looked so ugly. This thought had to disappear quickly. You hurriedly got dressed and opened the door.

When you hesitantly came out of the bathroom in your pajamas Sy was sitting on the foot of the bed. His spine was straight, he was trying to occupy himself by watching sports on the TV in his room. The muscle in his thigh jiggled slightly as he bounced his knee. The Captain was tense. You pouted nervously and wondered why. His body language made you even more anxious than you already were.

His head snapped up when he finally noticed you. The expression on his face softened. This comforted you a little, but he was now gawking at you. Your heart almost broke when his face morphed into a grimace. However, your woe was cut short when he let out a soft groan and he pressed on his groin. Suddenly, you understood.

This man was still very, very much aroused. You glanced down at his lap as your cheeks turned pink. His bulge was starting to show again and you could tell that it never really disappeared. He must have tucked it into his waistband. That had to be so painful.

He blinked when he realized you were looking at him. You smiled bashfully. The fact that he was still aroused after seeing you looking like a bum amazed you. It made you feel all tingly again as you looked away when his gaze became too much for your weak heart.

He stood up, wincing slightly when his cock was squeezed tighter. As he approached you, you noticed he was walking just a little funny. This poor guy was really uncomfortable. Still, he smiled at you before laying his lips onto yours.

It was like he tried to swallow you whole. His mouth flooded yours, drinking down your tired but aroused little whimpers for a second before pulling away. Sy took a deep breath. He let a dopey, innocent grin spread out onto his face.

“You look absolutely stunning, sugar.” He told you, not leaving any room for debate as he breezed past you towards the bathroom.

“Watch some tv, darlin’. I’ll be out soon. Don’t fall asleep.” He turned back to you to wink. “You don’t mind if I listen to some tunes, do you, sweetie pie?”

You shook your head to the innocent enough question, still dazed from the kiss. Sy always liked to listen to music. Usually rock or county.

Fortunately, you were allowed to catch your breath once he closed the door. You got to work on browsing through the channels while Sy got to work on choosing a song and hopping in the shower.

With the sound of the water and the old rock song he chose, you didn’t hear his grunts as he fucked his fist and worked himself to completion.

When he came out of the bathroom he was in sweats and a different t-shirt. He looked more relaxed, his cheeks still flushed from his shower. A deep, contented sigh escaped him.

While Sy was still steaming from the hot water, you had gotten chilly. He chuckled when your eyes flicked over to him, the covers pulled up to your nose. The bed was still perfectly made. You had carefully crawled under one side of the comforter after you started shivering.

A blush rose to your cheeks, making you warm enough to pull the blanket off your face. You could only manage to peep out one little statement.

“I got cold.” You gazed at him shyly.

“I see that, darlin’. Mind if I crawl in and warm you up?” He grinned, raising his brows.

You had to smile at his playful demeanor. Sy always managed to find a way to make the situation less tense for you. A nod signaled him to get into bed. The man who was usually the one giving the orders followed your direction without a second thought. Lifting the other end of the comforter, he slid into the bed smoothly.

Aika was already asleep, curled up on her dog bed in the corner of the room where Sy could see her. He gazed at the pup for a moment to make sure she was alright before his eyes landed on you. The only light in the room was coming from the TV where some 80’s sitcom played. Sy looked surprised over the fact that you actually knew about this show, considering it aired long before you were born. His grin flashed in the dim lighting. It looked like he was getting tired too.

“C’mere.” He grunted sleepily.

The big, gruff man tugged you closer without a second thought, laying on his back with you draped halfway over his body. He seemed to like the feeling of your weight on top of him.

You cuddled up to his clothed chest, playing with the collar of his shirt absentmindedly. The scent of your body wash now decorated his skin. This made you smile, almost flattered that he used it. A soft yawn escaped you, your body sluggish from your own orgasm.

He chuckled. “Go to sleep, sweetie pie. I’ll keep you warm. We can do our lil pillow talking in the mornin’.”

You knew he was disappointed that you two wouldn’t stay up talking. However, the both of you underestimated how tired you would be after your climaxes. He grinned, kissing your head as you laid it on his chest. The sound of your breathing slowed shortly after, Sy knew you were asleep when you started snoring softly.

Completely unbeknownst to you, he continued to watch you as you slept.

A chuckle escaped him. You had never looked more adorable. Your eyes closed, your lips opened slightly as soft little breaths puffed out of them. Drool even gathered in the corner of your mouth, effectively creating a wet dot on his shirt. He knew if you were aware he saw you like this you’d be appalled.

So for now, it was his own little precious secret. A secret that comforted him as he closed his eyes finally, drifting off to sleep. His loud snores soon mixed with yours.

For the first time in many years, Sy didn’t have any nightmares that night.

A/N: So there it was, my first ever fanfic! I hope you all enjoyed it, please let me know what you think. Credits: Divider- @firefly-graphics

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doll-r-t · 1 year

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Butterflies in your stomach

Syverson x autistic!reader

Just a small thing I thought about.

TW: fluff

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You had met Syverson when he moved in with Jay, his best friend, after he was done with the military. Jay brought him to the bar, your friends and you would usually hang out. He was so handsome and immediately you had a crush on him. He was very much your type. Broad, muscular but with a layer of fat, not clearly defined muscles but clearly strong. They were functional muscles and you could only imagine how he could lift you up, carry you in his arms. Or easily lift the heavy things you had problems with. You dreamed about him coming up behind you taking the heavy things from you and easily carrying them to wherever you needed. And as a cherry on top he had a beard, giving him a rough, rugged look that made your heart flutter. Yet, what truly enticed you was how kind and caring he was, joking around even if it was on his own expense. He was cocky but not arrogant.

Yet, you had no idea how to go about your crush, no idea what kind of woman he would be interested in and if you fell into that category. You spent countless nights wondering, thinking about him. Your heart would beat faster and faster when you knew you would see him whenever your friends would go out in the evening. You were not in the habit to regularly go out but the fluttering in your stomach gave you enough energy not to miss one outing and the chance to see him.

Your best friend found this quite odd that you would willingly go to every gathering. And finally only a week after you had realized you like Syverson you told your best friend. You were never a person who was ashamed of your feelings. Not understanding the secrecy around having a crush.

Even though it would make you sad, very much so if he did not like you, you would be okay. At least you would know and could try and move on.

However, as much as you tried you struggled with making conversation with him. It was always difficult for you. You either talked too little or too much. You did not know what to say, when and how to say something and eventually the conversations would die down and you were just not interesting enough for people to stick around. This got even worse when you liked someone. Trying to think clearly ignoring how hard your heart was beating and often your sentences were disjointed. While at times when a topic would arise you had previously been fixated on or were currently interested in. You would info dump and even sometimes correct people when they said something not entirely true. This was the biggest reason you struggled with finding a partner. You were just out of your depth with social interactions. And no one had ever caught your attention as much as Syverson. All you wanted was to be wrapped up into his arms and make him laugh, enjoy the rumble in his chest and the amazing feeling it gave you when you would make someone laugh. Especially laughter of happiness, this was the greatest joy for you.

You would always smile at him. When you first saw him you could not help but let the biggest broadest smile take over your face. Squishing up your cheeks until it would look like your eyes were closed. Yet, during the time you would spend with your friends at a bar or at someone's house having a BBQ you would shyly smile at him whenever your eyes met. No idea how to strike up a conversation. You could hardly look him in the eyes. Whenever you have intense emotion it is hard for you to look people in the eyes. No matter bad or good emotions. Your heart would race so hard that it would hurt if you also had to look directly at the person's eyes. Which was a shame as Sy had such beautiful eyes. You tried making conversation with him. You voice soft and tentative trying to curb the anxiety you felt talking to him, hoping he liked you.

You could not see how soft his eyes were when he looked at you. The encouraging smile when he saw the nervousness whenever he talked to you. At first he thought you might be a bit scared of him but soon he realized that you had taken a liking to him. He had talked to his best friend, asking if he knew something you were interested in. So he could coax you out of your shell. It was a bit hard to hold up the conversations at times but he did not mind leading the way throughout the chats you two had. It was superficial at first and he caught on quickly that you struggled a little with social interaction. So when his best friend said he would ask his boyfriend, a guy from your friend group he saw you get along easily, Sy felt encouraged that next time you two saw each other he would have something to talk about with you. He wanted you to feel included in the group and now that Syverson was retired and was so kindly taken into the friend group he did everything to be a part of their little found family.

When his best friend's boyfriend was over at their place he gave him some pointers not only on you but other people in the group. Yet Sy especially listened to what he said about you. You liked cartoon drawings, had a high level of education and loved learning new things. You tried to learn different languages, loved books and storytelling. You were closed off at first until you got a basic understanding of a person. But once someone would get through your shell you would open up. As Syverson understood from what the boyfriend said, you were honest, kind, gentle but stood up for what you believed, fighting for your loved ones. Syverson thought long and hard about what the boyfriend had said about you. He remembered the way you made sure everyone was okay, that they had drinks and food. How you ran after your friend when she forgot her hat at the bar even though you would see each other tomorrow. Saying: "I did not want her to be cold or panic searching for her hat." It brought a smile to Syverson's face. The more he thought about you the more he wanted to get to know you.

He slowly and so gently fell in love with you. When you two talked and he brought up a book he knew you liked, Syverson fell full force for you. The way your eyes lit up, how you stumbled over your word because you were speaking so fast, how you would gesture with your hands and smile up at him in excitement.

However, you surprised him when your group of friends left the bar. You turned to him, a little nervous and asked him if he wanted to have coffee with you. "Just us two. I like you and would love to get to know you better. If that is okay with you." He had never been asked out, well so direct and honest. He liked that. You seemed so fearless while doing it. Letting him know what you want but making sure you would be okay if he refused. Normally Sy was the one asking out the woman and the caveman at him was annoyed you had beaten him to it. Yet the war tired man in him was relieved to have such directness. No dancing around, straight and simple.

Finally he smiled at you, "'course darlin'. Would love that." He pulled out his phone to give you his number. Although you two were in a group chat with all your friends he wanted the experience of giving you his number, making it feel more like a romantic start. You beamed up at him pulling out a piece of paper. His lips quirked at this. He knew you had your phone on you. But you looked so cute, with the piece of paper in your hands holding it out excitedly to him.

Giving him the piece of paper he saw you had written your phone number on it and your name. He took it happily. "Let me know when you wanna grab that coffee. I am free most of the time." You went on, still smiling up at him. "You got it sweetheart." He hesitated a bit. He thought of your honesty so he gave himself a push. Screw seeming too eager! Who cares anyway?

“How about tomorrow at 3pm.” He smiled down at you.

Your friends had walked a bit further away giving you two some space but couldn’t help but look at the two smiling at each other. You two are so cute, your best friend thought.

“We could go to the small cafe with the vintage furniture, the one couple streets down the road.” He pointed his thumb behind him. You nodded eagerly. He knew you loved that cafe.

“Of course, I love that cafe. They have the option to put vanilla sugar into the coffee!” You exclaimed excitedly. “Well then it’s decided. I can pick you up and we can park by O'malley's pub then walk downtown.” You nodded once more. “See you then.” You hugged him. Burying your face in his chest, he enclosed you in his arms, almost swallowing you whole. He could get used to this. You lifted your head looking up at him, with sparkling eyes. Taking your face in his hands he kissed your forehead. “See you then.” He whispered. Watching as you and your best friend walked down the road to your car.

Both of you went home that night with butterflies in your stomach and a smile on your face.

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gummydummy19 · 2 years

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Kinktober day 1: Ball-Sucking

The do-over

Summary: Your boyfriend Sy gets back from tour and you show him how much you’ve missed him. (Yes I know it's basic but the point is you get to suck his balls so just go with it)

Content Warning: smut (obviously), fluff(because it’s me), cursing (because it’s sy),

A/N: AAARRGGHH my first Sy fic!!! I’m praying you guys like it! Here's the deal. This was supposed to be very short, but I soon found myself writing A LOT of backstory. I feel like I kinda rushed through the story itself tho to get to the smut part because I didn't wanna make it a full fic but....idkkkk! I just hope you guys like it!

Word Count: 1200+

You met Sy 6 months ago, at your roommate's Birthday party. The second you laid eyes on him, you were foaming at the mouth.

When you asked your friend why you had never seen him before she said it was because he just got back from a tour. Immediately intrigued, you got yourself together and started a conversation with him.

And boy were you grateful you did.

That night you and Sy stumbled through the dark hallways of his apartment and made quick, filthy love.

Being the southern gentleman he was, the next morning he brought you breakfast in bed and apologized for not at least taking you out to dinner first.

He explained how it had been a while since he’d even felt a woman’s touch and you assured him you had most definitely, thoroughly enjoyed yourself.

And you weren’t lying either. It might have been quick but you’d never met a man who made you feel that good (twice) in just 10 minutes.

However, Sy wasn’t as content and begged you to let him take you out on a real date.

You happily obliged, and thus began your relationship with Sy.

In the following couple of days, Sy proved to be much more than a pretty face and gorgeous body. He was sweet, caring, and funny.

Sadly, your bliss was short-lived, because a few days later Sy got sent out for the last 6 months of his tour.

It was hard to be away from him altogether after spending basically every waking moment in his presence for the past week. Not to mention, you were pent-up as hell. It felt as if someone had given you a bite of the most delicious cake in the world and then they had taken your cake and sent it to Irak for six fucking months.

Anywho, after what was probably the six longest months of your life, your doorbell rang, and there he was. Standing there in all his glory, head freshly buzzed, beard neatly groomed and his muscles nearly ripping through his shirt.

"Hi there, sugar." He greeted you with a smirk.

Hearing his voice made you realize this was actually happening, he was actually here, standing on your doorstep.

"Now correct me if I'm wrong but I think I owe you a do-over?"

"Are you sure you wanna do that after a 6-month drought, captain?" you teased, "Or is there something I should know about?"

"Oh yeah! I got down and dirty every chance I got over there." He joked, taking a step closer to you.

"So that's what you boys get up to in those bunk beds."

"Shut your pretty mouth, Honeypie"

"Come and shut it for me"

With that Sy finally launched forward and attached his lips to yours. His big, rough hands came up to grab the side of your face, and your own smaller, softer ones immediately covered them, not wanting to miss out on a single one of his touches.

Sy moved you back toward the living room. You lost balance when the back of your knees hit the couch and plopped down on it, finally making you break the kiss.

You were both panting. Sy stayed standing up and he looked down at you as you sat there looking up at him meeting his gaze. Your eyes were glossy and your lips were puffy, your chest was rapidly falling and rising, you looked absolutely divine.

After a few seconds of nothing but admiring one another in dead silence. You moved your hands towards his belt. He moved to cover your hands with his own, to tell you you didn't have to.

"Let me, Sy. Please?"

He quietly removed his hands and let you get back to unbuckling his pants. Neither of you broke eye contact while you slowly took off his belt and removed his pants. When you slipped down his boxers and his cock sprung free, that's when you broke away from his gaze, only for a second, and then your eyes were boring into his again.

He looked god-like, standing there in all his glory. looking down at you with his eyes hooded and his mouth slightly agape.

When you opened your mouth, his eyes scrunched shut. He threw his head backward, expecting to feel your lips around his tip. Nothing could have prepared him for what you did instead.

You gently moved his cock up. Softly holding it between your fingers, not stroking it, not even squeezing it, just holding it up.

Your tongue poked out and you softly gave a kitten lick. Not on his tip, not on his shaft, on his balls.

A hiss left Sy's mouth and you sucked in one of his balls fully in your mouth. Making sure to be gentle, you slightly sucked on it and sloshed your tongue around the sensitive skin.

"Holy fucking mother of- CHRIST!!!" Sy cursed.

Drops of pre-cum started leaking from his cock and as much as you wanted to taste him, you decided to keep your mouth focused on his balls and use the salty liquid coating his shaft as lube to help you jerk him off.

It quickly became messy. Sy was a babbling mess above you. His head was thrown back and one of his hands covered his face while the other rested on the back of your head.

You were drooling and slobbering on his balls like your life depended on it while stroking his cock with a nice even rythm.

"Shit, baby! Gonna make me cum like that."

"Hmmmmm...yeah cum for me, Sy. Missed you so much."

You hummed and moaned with your mouth still stuffed full of his balls. The vibrations made him shudder and groan and he clawed at your hair to try and ground himself.

"Fuck baby gonna cum! 'm gonna fucking cum, shit!"

His balls drew up and you quickly switched your hands with your mouth. Sucking his shaft to the back of your throat and swallowing every single drop of his salty cum, while your hands fondled his sack.

"Holy fuck, baby. If I had known you'd suck me off like that I would have swam back overseas myself." he said, out of breath and only half joking.

You chuckled at his response and used his woozy state to your advantage by yanking his limp arm, making him fall on the couch next to you.

you snuggled up against him and nuzzled into his neck, inhaling the scent you had missed so much and placing soft kisses on the exposed skin to help him come down.

"I missed you too by the way." He breathed out, clearly more relaxed now.

"But I thought this was supposed to be my do-over? I should be taking care of you, sugar."

"Oh, this was for me." You said in a matter of factly tone, "I wasn't gonna let you get away with the 'it's been a while" excuse again, Captain. Hopefully this time you last longer."

Obviously, you were just trying to get a rise out of him, but Sy's mouth still hung open in disbelief.

"Oh come here, you little minx" He growled before jumping on top of you.

It turns out your first time with Sy really was a false representation of his stamina because after his do-over you know that once he gets you in bed, you aren't going anywhere for the next hour(s).

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mrsevans90 · 4 months

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Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 2

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller

Word Count: 4,284

Warnings: Fluffy Sy, Abused animal, domestic violence, stalker ex-boyfriend, mention of nightmares/PTSD, smut in future chapters.

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own.

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

Part 1

I brought Mills with me to work and set him up in the shade while I completed the outdoor shed build. After the first few hours at home last night, he fully relaxed and I saw his personality come out which made me proud. He followed me all over the house this morning and since he hadn’t had any accidents inside I figured I wouldn’t push my luck and brought him with me. I also didn’t want him bothering Aika since she’s elderly and probably wants to sleep all day without being bothered. Mills really seemed to enjoy the car ride, especially when I rolled the window down half way for him to stick his head out.

I could barely concentrate on a damn thing at work all day, my thoughts radiating pure excitement about what was to come. Hopefully we both would be coming tonight, but if not I’m happy to take things as slow as she wants. I find myself wondering all about her and genuinely can’t wait to get to know her better. I’m shocked as hell she even agreed to come to my place tonight after meeting me all sweaty and nasty from work. The hours literally crawled and I was gonna punch Alex if he made one more comment about how “giddy” I looked. I pride myself on being able to stay stone faced as a military captain but Alex has known me our whole lives so he can read me a little better than most. I had let the steaks marinate in the fridge all day and was planning on cutting out at about 4:30 so I could grab her some flowers, get home and clean myself up before I started cooking. One of the best things about spending summers with my grandparents as a kid was that Nana taught me the basics of cooking. I would spend all day out on the ranch with PawPaw, and then he’d send me inside to help Nana shuck corn, snap peas, or whatever else she needed me to do. As a kid, I was more than happy to get a break from mucking horse stalls or repairing fences after being out in the heat all day, so I enjoyed coming back to the house and listening to the radio with Nana. I couldn’t cook anything super fancy but felt confident enough in creating a handful of meals so I could keep myself fed without constantly relying on takeout.

The doorbell rang as I was taking the dinner rolls out of the oven and Mills jumped up and ran to my feet after Aika grunted with disdain at the interruption of her nap. I knew it would take a bit before Mills got used to loud noises and new people. I took a deep breath and adjusted his new red collar with a bow tie included around his neck and headed to open the door. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the beauty in front of me. Emma was standing at the door wearing sandals and a stunning light blue sundress that matched her eyes while holding a cake tray and a pitcher of homemade sweet tea. Her long silky hair was in loose curls that cascaded around her breasts and her bright smile had my heart pounding in my chest. I let out a soft whistle through my teeth as I widened the door.

“Hey Sy.” She uttered with a nervous tremble.

“Damn darlin’, you look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” She said with a blush tint to her cheeks.

“Let me take those for you.” I reached for the items in her hand.

“Thank you. I made some sweet tea and thought you might like some and a pound cake for dessert.”

“Two of my favorite things. Three if you count yourself.” I said with a smirk and she playfully rolled her eyes as she followed me inside and shut the door for me.

“Your house is absolutely beautiful, Austin.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Look at you, handsome! Aren’t you just the cutest thing I’ve ever seen?” She said in her baby voice while crouching to Mills who was dancing around her feet much to my surprise. I figured he’d still be weary but he must have he remembered her. Or he just knew that she was a good person. Mama always said to trust a dog’s instinct about people.

“Why thank you.” I said jokingly as I walked into the kitchen from the foyer.

“I was talking to this handsome fella, but you look cute too.” She followed me and smirked as she eyed me up and down in my tight “nice” grey t-shirt and jeans.

“Nothing compares to you, sweetheart.”

“You are so corny.” She says with a giggle and I can’t help but laugh too.

“Does that bother you?”

“No, it’s endearing.” She responds. “He looks like he feels much better and his bandages are fresh. Good job. Oh, this must be Aika.” She says while holding her hand out for Aika to sniff who slowly makes her way over to her. Since being out of the military and with her old age she feels comfortable and safe in our house and very rarely growls like she used to with new people. I think she feeds off of me and knows that if I’m not anxious, she can relax. Aika shoves her head into Emma’s hand who quickly begins to scratch her neck and ears while cooing at her. Aika immediately drops and rolls over for belly rubs and I’m genuinely shocked. She only acts like this with me and my grandparents. She has never shown her belly to a stranger before.

“Well I’ll be damned.” I mutter and Emma looks at me inquisitively while perched on her knees scratching all over Aika’s belly.

“She’s a former unofficial military dog. I found her in Afghanistan and trained her while I was stationed there. She has never shown her belly for scratches to anyone other than me and my grandparents.” I explain. She smiles brightly.

“Such a good girl! I’m honored. Maybe others just don’t have the right nails for good scratches.” She says while playfully showing me her manicured hands. Think about those little hands around your cock. Damn my intrusive thoughts.

“Don’t go stealing my dog with belly scratches now. I might have to start requesting belly scratches of my own if you keep that up. She’s drooling on the floor.” I chuckle as I point to Aika who seems to be on cloud nine as her tail wags slowly and her leg begins to kick from the pleasurable sensation.

“We’ll see about your own belly scratches if you’re a good boy.” She whispers and I feel the blood shoot right to my cock. FUCK. I’ve gotta think of something else.

“I know traditionally I’m supposed to show up at your doorstep with flowers, and I couldn’t really do that with dinner at my place but I got you some anyway.” I said as I handed her the sunflowers in a thin vase.

“They’re stunning. One of my favorite flowers! Thank you.” She quickly pressed a kiss to my cheek and I swear I felt like a nervous kid again.

“What are your favorites?” I ask so I’ll know for next time.

“Well, peonies are my favorite but they can be hard to find. Hydrangeas and sunflowers are my other favorites.” Hmm. I’ll need to look for a place that sells peonies.

“So, what’s for supper?” Y/N asks and pulls me from my thoughts.

“Salad, steak, potato wedges, green beans and a roll.” I point to each dish while scratching my neck a bit nervously. God, I hope she likes it.

“Mmmmm. That sounds delicious. Anything I can do to help?” The sound of her moan is burned into my brain for me to replay later.

“Why don’t you pour us some of that tea you brought while I plate the food.” I suggest and watch her turn and get started.

“How was work today?” I ask as I set her plate down in front of her.

“It was pretty good! Slower than yesterday. Someone brought in a cat that they had found hit on the side of the road and unfortunately it had already passed away which sucks. I tried everything but he was just too far gone.”

“Damn, I hate that. Didja find the owner?”

“No. It looked like a stray. No microchip or collar and wasn’t neutered. I just will never understand why people don’t get their animals fixed.”

“Neither will I. I hate to say it Mills, but enjoy your nuts while they last because as soon as your cleared for surgery we are getting those snipped. No baby mama drama for you. Sorry pal.” I say with a chuckle while looking at my new buddy with a nervous grin.

Emma giggles brightly at the face I made at him. “So, how was your day? I don’t think I even asked what you do for work.”

“I own my business, Syverson Contracting. That’s why I was so sweaty and gross when I brought Mills in yesterday. We’ve been working on remodeling a house and I was building a garden shed for the owners when I found him. I finished it up today but we’ve got a little more work to do inside the house.”

“Wow! I saw the sign for your company but didn’t put two and two together. That’s incredible. I can’t imagine how cranky I would be if I was out in this heat all day every day.”

“Eh, I’m used to it. This has nothing on the desert, although the humidity is a bitch. I don’t mind it too much. I like building things and working with my hands. Plus, the projects change enough that I don’t get bored which is nice.”

“I’m sure it’s rewarding to take something old and broken and essentially make it new.”

“Definitely. That’s the best part. I uh, I started here with this house. When I left the military, I loved the land but the house was falling apart. Figured I had nothing better to do so I’d do it myself and learn as I go. The plumbing was all busted and the roof had a ton of leaks. I essentially ripped it down to studs and rebuilt it.”

“Wait, I didn’t realize that! So, when I said it was stunning, it’s all because of you.” I smile at her astonishment.

“You flatter me. I appreciate it. Rebuildin' this house is what made me decide to start my company. I have zero interior design skills though so I know I need to change furniture and maybe get some art or something on the walls but I’m honestly clueless about all of that. Need me to build a bathroom or repair drywall, I’m your man though.” I chuckled.

“Well, I thought about doing interior design for a bit in college, but ultimately the animals won my heart. If you ever want help, I’d be happy to try.” Damn, she’s perfect.

“Darlin, you’re going to make me fall in love with you if you keep talking like that.” I wink at her.

“So corny.” She shakes her head and giggles and I just can’t help but laugh with her. I could listen to that sound over and over again.

We continue to talk throughout the meal where she asks me how I learned to cook and I explain all about my grandparents who own the farm near the country store off of county road 55. She tells me all about Alabama, how she went to the university on a cheerleading scholarship and I have to keep myself in check before my mind starts wondering if she’s still flexible. We talk just a bit about the military, finding Aika, and I can’t help but notice her squirm a bit when she finds out that I was the Captain for the special forces. After we finish eating, she stands up and cuts up the pound cake that she made from scratch. I groan as I take a bite of the dessert and she bites her lip as she watches me.

“Where do you think you’re going, darlin’?” I ask with cake still in my mouth as she gets up carrying our empty dinner plates and walks to the sink.

“You cooked, I’ll clean. It’s only fair.”

“No ma’am. You’re a guest. Put those down!” I say as I swallow my bite.

“No way, Jose.” She crosses her arms and cocks her hip out. “If you want me to leave the rest of that cake here with you, you’ll sit down and let me clean the dishes.” I grunt at her. Sassy little thing.

“I’ll let you load the dishwasher. Fair?”

“Fair, but I’m still handwashing these two pans.” Emma says as she sticks her tongue out at me and begins washing the pans.

“Woman, you are something else.” I smirk at her and ogle her body in that dress while she has her back turned towards me.

“Where’d you learn to bake like this?” I ask her pointing towards the cake as she dries of the pans with a dishtowel.

“My best friend and college roommate’s grandmother. She lived about an hour from our apartment and she would come visit about two times a month and stock our fridge with all sorts of things. She knew that pound cake was my favorite so she gave me the recipe even though it was only given to women in their family. She’s essentially my Nana too now. She has given me lots of recipes but that’s my favorite. I enjoy baking, it feels like less of a chore than regular cooking.” She says with a smile.

I lead her to the living room and offer her a beer which she accepts and we spend the next hour talking about our lives. She tells me a bit about her family, which consists of just her mom and dad. They still live in Alabama and she’d like them to move out this way but they're resistant to leave the comfort of familiarity. She was extremely close with her grandparents but they have all passed on as well. I explain how my dad took off when I was two and remarried and my mother raised me until she passed after being hit by a drunk driver when I was twenty. I told her about my older brother Mark who lives in Tennessee with his pregnant wife, Jenn, and my two-year-old niece, Lucy.

“So, you’re telling me you left everything and everyone you know back in Alabama just because you got the vet job here in our little town? I find that a bit hard to believe darlin’.”

“What’s so hard to believe? Maybe I just needed a change.”

“You sure you’re not running from something? Or someone?”

“Damn you for being so intuitive. I thought military men were just supposed to follow orders blindly and not think?” She deflects with a giggle and I know from her tone she’s just playing with me.

“You couldn’t be more wrong about that, sweetheart. Remember I’m a Captain. My whole job relied on me reading situations and people. I ain’t gonna to push you to tell me if you don’t want to, though.”

“It’s no big deal. Essentially, my ex-boyfriend was cheating on me. I caught him and learned it had been going on for several months before I found out. His name wasn’t on our apartment lease since he had moved in with me so I kicked him out and he wasn't happy about it. I had to get a restraining order when he showed up and broke in through the window after I had the locks changed. It was quite the talk of the town since his mistress is the assistant principal for the local elementary school. Ultimately, I just got tired of hearing the whispers and gossip while also feeling like I needed to watch my back. I needed a change of pace anyway so, here I am.”

“That fucker.” I muttered while shaking my head.

“Yup. Not the first time I’ve been cheated on either so I guess you could say that I don’t have the best track record with men.” She shrugged.

“I’m sorry he treated you that way. He fucked up and then had the audacity to break into your home? God, I hate dipshits like that.”

“I always felt super safe in that town before and now it just feels… tainted? I guess? Turns out, a little piece of paper doesn’t keep people away. In his case, it just pissed him off more. His uncle is on the police force there so he felt like he was untouchable.”

“He showed up again after the restraining order?” She nodded while looking at her hands.

“Did he… Damnit Emma I said I wasn’t going to ask and I certainly don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but did he touch you? Hurt you?”

“It’s in the past, Austin. I’m here and I’m safe now. No use dwelling on it. It could have been worse. I was lucky, honestly.”

“What do you mean you were lucky?” She sighed and fiddled with her fingers.

“He showed up after being served the restraining order when I was coming home from work and slapped me around a bit.. I tried to defend myself, and I did for the most part. Ultimately, he busted my lip, and shoved me into a wall outside of my apartment. My neighbor happened to be home, heard the screaming and called the cops. I didn’t have to go to the hospital or anything so I got lucky. Just wounded my ego a bit.” She shrugged like she was fine but I could tell she was still afraid.

“Fuck, sweetheart. That’s not lucky. You still got hurt. Come’re. Can I hug you?” She nodded and I pulled her to my lap and hugged her tightly.

“You are safe here. If you ever feel scared or anything, please tell me. I want to protect you.” She’s tense as I hold her and I hear her sigh.

“I’m not some damsel in distress, Austin. I’m fine. You don’t have to concern yourself with it. I left my problems in Alabama. I don't want to be the girl that everyone pities anymore.”

“I don’t have to do anything and you aren't someone I pity. I admire your strength and I want to concern myself with you. I really like you Emma. Like I can’t get you off of my mind. I ain’t trying to come on too strong and I know we just met but I want to get to know you in every way. The thought of you being scared to just go about your life makes me sick.”

Emma relaxed in my arms and buried her head in my neck as she tightened her arms around me. “I want that too. I mean, um, I like you too and want to get to know you better.”

“S'alright if I kiss you?” I normally wouldn’t ask but I don’t want her to startle her or make her uncomfortable.

She nods.

“Words sweetheart.”

“Kiss me.”

The words barely left her lips before I pressed mine against hers as my hand caressed her jaw. I felt her tongue swipe against my bottom lip asking for entry and I quickly granted it where she deepened the kiss. I groaned as her tongue stroked my own and I tasted her mouth. We kissed until we were both breathless and she pulled back before pressing her forehead against mine.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t you apologize fer’a thing. You’re in control here, not me. This only goes as far as you want it to and believe me, I am more than happy just to sit here with you. Just looking at you and talking to you is all I need. I just want you to know that. I won’t pressure you now or ever.” I told her while looking into her eyes and she smiled.

“You’re too good to be true.” She whispered.

“Nah darlin’, I’m just decent person who values women and know that you don’t owe me a thing. I’m just enjoying being in your presence. That’s all I need from you. You decide the pace.”

She nods at me with a smile.

“I’m sorry that you’ve not been treated right before but I’m happy for the chance to do so.” I tell her while tucking her hair behind her ear. Emma leans down and kisses me again. We sit on the couch with Emma in my lap making out for a little while longer before Mills whines at the door to go outside.

“That is my que to get up and let you get back to your night.” Emma said quietly and I want to protest but she interrupts me. “I’ve got to be at work early in the morning anyway.” She stiffly climbs from my lap and I flush as I can’t exactly hide my raging boner but I quickly try and adjust myself so it’s not as noticeable.

“I sure wish you didn’t have to go. I really enjoyed tonight. Feelin' like I’ve barely scratched the surface at all the things I want to know about you.”

“Me too.” She shyly pecks my lips after I open the door and both of the dogs bound outside. I motion for her to step outside the back with me so I can keep an eye on Mills and I wrap my arm around her shoulder.

“It might be clingy as fuck to ask this, but I’m a grown man who is not interested in playing games. Can I see you again tomorrow darlin’? Unless you’ve got plans of course.” Emma curls against me and rests her head against my chest.

“Seeing as I only know like four people in this town, including you, I’ll have to see if I can pencil you in.” She smarts and I tickle her ribs.

“Little smartass.” I chuckle and she giggles back.

“What did you have in mind?” She asks.

“Dinner at the Italian restaurant in town?”

“Gia’s? It’s the best food I’ve had since I moved here. The owners must pity me after seeing how many times I’ve called for takeout from there just this month.”

“We can get something else if you’re tired of” Emma interrupts me.

“No! it’s so good! I’ve only ordered take out so I wouldn’t be the pitiful newbie that eats alone. I would love to go there with you, Austin.”

“It’s a date. Text me your address. What time ya want me to pick ya up?”

“5:30 still okay?”

“That’s perfect, angel.”

I whistle through my teeth for the dogs to come back in and Emma chuckles when Mills sees Aika coming straight back to me and clumsily attempts to follow her. We pet the dogs for a minute before Emma puts her shoes back on and grabs her purse. I grab her waist and gently press her up against the front door.

“Now, I’m gonna walk you to your car here in a second but I needed one more of these before we are in public.” I bend down to kiss her passionately as she wraps her arms around my neck. I gently pin her with my hips against the door as her nails lightly scrape across the back of my head and I grunt. After a few more seconds of kissing her, I slowly pull back.

“That may just be my new favorite thing, sugar.”

“You call me that and I immediately think of Mrs. Clayton’s yorkie.” She giggles.

“Nah, you’re much sweeter than that little yappy shit.” I say with a grin as I run my thumb across her cheekbone before pecking her lips again.

I carry the vase of sunflowers when I walk her out to her car and am surprised that it’s a nice almost new black jeep wrangler. I was too consumed with looking at her when she arrived to notice. She observes me looking at the SUV and smiles.

“Like it?”

“I thought veterinarian’s drove Audis and Mercedes.” I say and she rolls her eyes.

“Not this veterinarian. I love my Jeep. Driving around with my top off and the music blaring is a form of therapy for me.”

“I’m sorry, I think I had a stroke when you said “my top off” and didn’t hear anything else.” I joke.

She quickly pushes my arm. “You would only focus on that, pervert!” She giggles. I clutch my chest pretending to be hurt.

“Ouch, darlin’. You’re wounding me with the name calling.”

“You’ll survive.” She retorts with a wink.

“Let me know that you get home safely?” I ask and she nods before standing on her tiptoes to place one more chaste kiss to my lips before climbing in her jeep. Damn, I love seeing a little woman driving a big SUV and I can’t explain why. Just does something to me. Maybe it’s a size kink foreshadowing how much I’d like to see her little petite frame against my much larger one.

“See you tomorrow, Austin.”

“Looking forward to it, sugar.”

I walk back inside my house and for the first time since I renovated it, the house seems empty, like it’s missing something vital. Her. It’s missing her and the brightness I felt while she was here. Fuck, one date and she has me wrapped around her finger. She’s got me envisioning a future that I never thought I’d get to have.

Part 3

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