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[dopegardensaladhuman]

ao3 wrapped

-> you read 2,690,420 words, none of which are in the bible

-> your preferred genre is an abomination

-> you found one writer and read everything they've ever written...

-> ...only to find out they're into some weird shit.

-> and now you are too. congratulations!

-> the data we've collected has shocked us to our very core and we wish we hadn't done it. we won't see you next year. please seek professional mental support

[dopegardensaladhuman]

[dopegardensaladhuman]

parents please check your kids' halloween candy. just found hieronymus bosch’s garden of earthly delights inside of a peanut butter cup.

[dopegardensaladhuman]

🔥☄️🎉💦

Didn’t know this was what I needed to read today.

Just a Taste of You

Attn: So I keep trying to work on my series but keep getting distracted by monsters… dunno what that says about me but I hope y’all enjoy this nonetheless!

Word Count: 1,714

Pairing: Vampire!Sy x Reader

Summary: You go into your favorite bar hoping for a drink, and end up with more than you bargained for.

Warnings: 18+, oral (female receiving, it’s Sy so obvs), fingering, sex (p in v), vampire super sense of smell, strength and speed, biting and drinking blood (he’s a vampire)

You tore into your favorite bar, heels clicking heavily against the floor. You were on a mission. You’d just told your asshole boss to go fuck himself and you needed a drink made by your favorite bartender. Luckily the place was pretty much empty so you wouldn’t have to wait. When you reached the bar, he had had his back turned to you. “Whiskey please, Sy,” you told him, but he didn’t respond.

“Sy? Are you alright?,” you questioned, reaching out to touch his shoulder lightly when he spun and grabbed your hand. Your eyes widened at what you saw. His baby blues were replaced with blood red eyes, and he had fangs which were barred at you. “Sss- Sy?,” you peeped. “Just give me a second darlin’,” he growled. “W- what? L- let me go,” you stammered. “Can’t do that,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Why not?,” you cried. “I’ll be owing you an explanation once I calm down. Can’t do that if you run outta here,” he said. You sat feebly in your seat, his ironclad grip holding you in place. He blinked a few times and his eyes were back to their usual blue, and the fangs receded as well, but he still didn’t let go of you. You pouted with a quivering lip. “Aw darlin’ don’t do that,” he said reaching out to touch your face. You flenched and genuine hurt washed over his face.

“What the hell are you?,” you managed. “Vampire,” he said simply. “Vampires aren’t real..,” you told him. He raised an eyebrow at you. “Sy…,” you whined as you looked at your wrist. “You ain’t gonna run outta here now are you? I’d never hurt you darlin’. You just- came in here smellin’ so damn good, which you always do, but somethin’s got you all hot. I could smell ya soon as you came in the door tonight,” he told you as he loosened his grip on you, testing the waters.

“I won’t run away,” you told him. “You still want your drink?,” he asked. “I mean I wanted it before but finding out my favorite bartender is a fucking vampire… I kinda need it now,” you chuckled. “So I’m your favorite, huh?,” he smirked as he sat your drink in front of you. You felt your face becoming flushed as you gulped it down. “Well… yeah,” you told him. “Why’s that darlin’?,” he teased. “I’m sure you already know… being you’re a vampire and all,” you said coyly. “Hmmm,” he mused.

“You said I always smell good. You mean my blood?,” you asked. “That and just you darlin’. I can smell everything,” he said licking his lips. “Everything?,” you question. Before you could blink he was behind you, making you jump out of your seat. He caged you within his arms against the bar and looked into your eyes. “Everything… Like your body when your blood is rushing around when you’re excited, the sweet smell of the body wash you use, your lotion, shampoo, I could smell the fear on you when I scared you, but my favorite is the arousal that builds between your legs when I’m flirtin’ with you,” he said as he brushed his lips against your throat.

“Sy,” you gasped. He began pressing wet kisses just there and damn did it feel good. “Mmm. Just like it is now darlin’. I bet your little cunt tastes so good,” he groaned as he pulled you closer. You could feel his huge cock pressing against the fabric of his jeans. He pulled his head back and looked into your eyes, his being dark red again. “You still scared of me baby?,” he asked softly. “No,” you breathed. He brushed his lips against yours so gently gauging your response. When your lips chased after his he didn’t waste any time in brining his back to yours in a heated kiss.

“Fuck. Tell me you want this because I want it so fuckin’ bad darlin’. Need me just a taste of you,” he begged. “I want you, Sy. You can have whatever you want,” you said. It was all he needed before he grabbed you up and darted over to one of the tables. He all but ripped your clothes off and laid you back on display for him. “Such s pretty little pussy. Almost hate to ruin it for everybody else but who am I kiddin’ darlin’? You’re mine now,” he growled before he leaned down and began eating you out like it was the last thing he’d ever do.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” you gasped before you came. It was the quickest anyone had ever gotten you off. You could hardly believe it. Sy wasn’t done with you though. He was still lapping and sucking a your mound with vigor. “Tastes delicious baby,” he said before continuing. You mewled beneath him. “Fuck Sy,” you moaned as you came again. “That’s right baby. Say my name,” he encouraged.

He then pushed two fingers into you and began pumping them at an inhuman speed. “Sy… what- the fuuuuck,” you groaned as you squirted all over the place. “Vampire speed darlin’,” he winked before lapping up all of your juices. “Oooh my god,” you said as your eyes rolled back in your head.

When he was finished he stood and removed all his clothes. You felt your heart pounding at the sight of his girth. “Scared now little darlin’?,” he asked. “A little, but I think I can take it,” you told him as you sat up and gave him a kiss. “My sweet little thing. You wanna try to take all of me baby?,” he asked. “Mmhmm,” you said as you grabbed him and stroked lightly. You ran your thumb over the head and smeared his precum around, making him shiver.

“Protection?,” you questioned. “I can’t get you pregnant no way darlin’. This ain’t Twilight,” he chuckled. “Don’t tease my Sy. How am I supposed to know? It’s not like I’ve fucked a vampire before,” you pouted. “Don’t pout darlin’. I’s only pickin’ at you,” he said before kissing you sweetly. “Seriously, you’re sure this is what you want? Because if not we can stop right now,” he said.

You looked into his eyes, which were back to that pretty blue now, then looked down at his swollen length before pulling him closer and running the head between your slick folds. You ground your hips against it, working the head in. “Shit baby,” Sy strained. “Try not to break it,” you teased. “You? Never. This table? No promises sugar,” he smiled before easing his way into you.

When he finally hit bottom you were a trembling mess. He was so deep, had you so full you could hardly stand it. Your tight pussy clinched and gripped at him desperately. “Relax darlin’,” Sy cooed. “It feels so good,” you whimpered. “I haven’t even moved yet,” he laughed. “Gonna cum anyway,” you gasped before your orgasm took over you. Your thighs shook around his waist as he looked at you in awe. “Damn darlin’,” he rasped. “Fuck me Sy,” you begged, and he was happy to oblige.

He started off slow before building up speed. He gripped your breasts tightly as you came again. “Oooh,” you moaned throatily. “Fuckin’ pretty little pussy. Looks so good wrapped around me, right where it belongs,” he said as he looked down where the two of you were connected. “Come here,” he growled as he hooked his arms under your thighs and lifted you up. You held onto the back of his neck as he rutted into you.

You kept having to remind yourself he was a vampire because no man had ever handled you this way. It was turning you on all the more. “You want me to use my speed on you again baby? Did you like that? Because I did. Wanna make you squirt all over me again,” he said. “Y- yes,” you managed before he started fucking you so fast you didn’t even have time to react. You gushed and gushed almost instantly. “Sy,” you cried as tears rolled down your face. He didn’t let up though.

“Should’ve done this a long time ago. You make me fuckin’ feral baby. You and this sweet, juicy little peach of yours,” he groaned. You didn’t know but you could only imagine this is what being fucked by one of those machines felt like. It was unreal. By your fifth gushing orgasm you weren’t sure if you could take anymore. “Sy. I- Oooooh,” you sobbed as you came again. “I know baby. I’m getting close though, just hang on,” he strained.

He hammered away as he brought his lips close to your throat. You could feel his fangs grazing your skin. “When you said I could have whatever I want..,” he trailed off. “If you want it, it’s yours,” you managed. That was all it took for him to sink this teeth into you. It hurt a little but also oddly enough it sent waves of euphoria all over your body. You were moaning so loudly, and your pussy was throbbing so badly, you came harder than you had the entire night.

Sy rammed up into you, you feeling ever single ridge and vein in his engorged cock as he spilled into you. He let go of your neck as he moaned loudly, pumping up into you deeply. “Oh goddamn,” he panted before he fell back into a seat. Your arms fell down, draping feebly around his torso as your sore spent body tried to recover. “You alright baby? I didn’t go to hard on you did I?,” he asked as he brushed your hair away from your face. He had your face in his hands, making you meet his eye. “Maybe you did, but I enjoyed myself so I’m not complaining,” you said, making him laugh.

“You wanna come home with me? We could get a shower and relax. I don’t sleep but I wouldn’t mind holdin’ you while you do,” he said as he caressed your face softly. “Yeah, I’d love that. Probably going to have to carry me out of here though,” you giggled. “I can do that, no problem,” he said before giving you a kiss.

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[dopegardensaladhuman]

Didn’t see the twist coming. LOVED IT.

She was getting out of her car parked in her driveway when there was a booming bark that made her jump and she looked around, seeing the massive, stocky, dark dog running towards her at full tilt, a couple people in Animal Control uniforms running after it. It slowed to stop as it got to her, hiding behind her legs with a pitiful whine and leaning against her.

"Is that your dog?" The control officer asked as they reached her and she looked down at it, seeing it look up at her with large, pleading blue eyes.

"Sure is." She found herself saying, looking back up at them. "Have a nice adventure, bud?" She asked, looking back down at the dog and it gave her a smile, it's tongue lolling out of it's mouth. "Yeah, yeah. He bite anyone?"

"No, but scared the hell out of your neighbors." The officer said, "You didn't know he got out?"

"Sure didn't. He was in the back yard last time I saw him."

"He's a beast." One of the officer's said and indeed, even sitting, he came up to just below her rib cage, and she wasn't short by any means. "What the hell do you feed him?"

"The souls of small children." She said, "Chicken as a treat." The officer snorted, the other chuckling slightly.

"Well, try to keep a better eye on him."

"Will do, thanks." They walked away and she turned, looking down at the dog again, folding her arms across her stomach. Was she just conned into dog ownership? By a dog? Kneeling, she felt around his neck for a collar, getting a sloppy lick on the cheek when she got close enough. There was one, buried in his thick, dark fur and she traced around it, finding the tag with a single word on it.

Sy

"Guess that's your name, huh?" She said and turned it over, "No phone number or address, but someone's gotta be looking for you, handsome fella." He gave her another lick and she blew a raspberry at him. "Don't get fresh with me. Let's get you inside, yeah?" She stood, wiping the back of her hand across her cheek and he followed her into the house after she unlocked the front door, pushing it open.

Going into her neighborhood app as she kicked the door closed behind them, she took a picture of him and posted it with a message for someone to contact her if they knew who he belonged to.

"I don't have any dog food, but you don't look underfed." She said as he wandered around the living room, sniffing at her furniture. "You lift your leg on anything, and we're going to have problems." She would swear later that he gave her an affronted look at the suggestion.

He watched her from his seat on the couch as she cooked dinner, his nose lifting in the air at the smell of the steak she was making.

"No." She said and he whined. "Human food is bad for dogs." Another whine, this one more pitiful than the last. "Fuck it, fine. It's not like I have anything else to feed you." Grabbing the other steak from the fridge, she cooked it as well once hers was done and resting, only she forewent seasoning it like she did hers as she didn't want to upset his stomach. Once it was done and sufficiently cooled, she cut it into pieces and dumped them into a large bowl. He hopped down from the couch as she set it down and after a cursory sniff, dug into his medium rare steak as she dug into hers. "Was that good?" She asked once he was done and he gave her another smile. "Good, I'm glad."

They spent the rest of the night on the couch, Sy laying stretched out next to her with his head in her lap as she watched TV and she found herself running her hand over his fur idly. once it was time for bed, she laid down a thick comforter on the floor for him to sleep on, but when she turned around, she saw him laying on her bed.

"Absolutely not." She said and got another whine. "You're massive." Puppy dog eyes, why did he have to give her the soft puppy dog eyes? "Fine, but if you kick me out of bed, it's the floor for you, Mister." Getting under the covers, he shuffled a little and she felt his nose root through her hair before he gave her ear a small lick, making her smile.

The week went by with no update on the posting and no one contacted her. He was a good dog. Quiet, gentle, affectionate. She got him dog food, but he snubbed it and she ended up giving him part of whatever she was eating that night for dinner. Odd things started happening, though. The house was one way when she left for work in the morning, but things were slightly...off when she got home that night. Dishes she didn't remember using started appearing in the dishwasher, a damp towel in her laundry basket that hadn't been there the day previous. There had been a load of her laundry spinning in the dryer when she got home one night and she didn't do laundry during the week, only on the weekends. Was she going crazy? Early onset Alzheimer's? She couldn't have done it, the dryer was still going when she got home, so the load must have been put in when she was at work.

Sy was always happy to see her when she got home, his whole body wiggling in excitement as his deadly weapon of a tail threatened to take out anything nearby. He always laid across her lap when she sat down on the couch after dinner, quickly falling asleep with her fingers moving through his fur. He was a good dog.

It was midday when she slid the key into the lock, leaving work early due to a migraine and she pushed open the door, heading inside and kicking it closed behind her and locking it again.

"Sy!" She called out, finding it odd that he hadn't greeted her like he usually did. That's when she saw his collar laying across the back of the couch. Going to it, she picked it up, looking it over. It was buckle affair, not a clip, so it couldn't have come off by itself, and even if it had, it wouldn't be on the back of the couch. Hearing a noise, she looked over, her eyes going wide at the man standing in her kitchen, a can of soda halfway to his lips. He was bare chested, a pair of sweatpants she recognized as having belonged to an ex and were forgotten about in the split sitting low on trim hips. He was muscular, a layer of dark hair curling over his chest and stomach, the hair on his head buzzed short with a thick beard covering his jaw.

"Aw, hell."

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Syverson always loved horses, being from the south. So when he retired early from the army he knew exactly what to do with his time. He now runs a small ranch / fruit farm. He allows veterans to come and pick their own fruit as well as kids who are going down a bad path.

What he didn't plan on was falling for one of the women who brings the children to see the horses. But the way you treat those kids and his favourite mare has his heart beating out of control.

[dopegardensaladhuman]

Historical smut!!!

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also @peachyvulpixie because vampires *smorches*

Pairing: Charles Brandon x Elizabeth Montague (OFC)

WC 2571

Warnings: Smut and vampy elements

Court was busy, as it usually was, with simpering ladies and peacocking lords, all vying for power and prestige, to increase their standing above one another. Deceit, betrayal, rumors and lies. Blackmail and back stabbing. All were traded and dealt in as easily as coin.

You'd think with the centuries he had spent among them, he would have tired of their ceaseless machinations, but you would be wrong.

He loved it.

Henry sat on the throne at the head of court, his newest bride at his side. Charles didn't bother to learn this one's name. She wouldn't last long, if her predecessors were anything to go by. His eyes scanned the crowd, looking at each of the ladies in turn, their marital status not effecting his appraisal of them. A bed warmer, or a meal, perhaps both, was what he was searching for, and he found that his standing as the King's "friend" made Ladies of court much more receptive of his advances. Taking a goblet of wine from a passing tray carried by a servant, he skirted around the dance floor and its spinning bodies, his eyes moving from one to the next like a lion appraising a herd of gazelle, looking for the weakest.

They stopped, falling on a young woman standing next to a very stern faced older woman. Her eyes were down, her hands clasped in front of her, but her shoulders were back, her jaw strong, not the bearing of the meek and timid. Taking a sip of the wine, he moved towards them, his eyes not leaving her.

"Lady Montague." Charles said, "A pleasure. And who is this beautiful flower you have with you?"

"The pleasure is mine, Your Grace." Lady Montague said, "And this is my youngest daughter, Elizabeth. Say hello, Elizabeth."

"Your Grace." She said, giving a curtsy but not raising her eyes from the floor.

"I don't think I've seen you at court before, Elizabeth." Charles pointed out.

"I--"

"Quiet, Elizabeth." Her mother snapped and he saw the way her shoulders tightened. "Pardon us, Your Grace, but this is mine and her father's last effort at finding a good match for her. The other have not gone well. Twenty one summers and still unwed." She clicked her tongue disapprovingly and he watched the muscle in Elizabeth's jaw jump.

"Not gone well?" He asked, "How so?"

"She's a willful child, Your Grace, more interested in horse back riding and sword play, learning of the stars in the heavens than needlework or anything befitting a proper wife." The Lady said, "Shameful. Every match her father and I have made called off the engagement after a single conversation with her. It's maddening."

"It's--"

"I said quiet, Elizabeth."

"I'll marry her." Charles said and he didn't know who was more surprised at the words, himself or Lady Montague.

"Your Grace!" She exclaimed, "I couldn't possibly allow you to--what I mean to say is she's not fit to be the bride of someone of your personage!"

"Lady Montague, you seem to be under the impression that I'm asking." Charles said, "I'm not. I'm telling you that I will marry her." She looked up then and he felt the smile pull at his lips, "There she is, and what beautiful green eyes she has, like emeralds in the sunlight."

"Your Grace, I..."

"Come now, dearest. We are to be wed." Charles said, "You may call me Charles, if it pleases you. Now, I would love to hear about the stars in the heavens, but I suppose it might be easier if we were looking at them. Shall we go to the gardens?" He offered her his arm and there was a moment's hesitation before she slid her arm through his.

"Yes, Your--Charles. I would love to." Those eyes of hers were only for him, but he caught how her mother's mouth opened and closed like a gasping fish as he led her away. He also noticed how it had not missed Henry's attention, as his own gaze was fixed on them, watching as they walked towards the garden doors.

They were married as quickly as possible, her dowry paid, and he got the feeling that her parents were glad to be rid of her and she of them. Henry oversaw the ceremony as his right as King, the priest spouting the flowery words of love, devotion, loyalty, and servitude. Charles hardly heard them, his eyes focused on Elizabeth as she looked gorgeous in her wedding dress. He still responded when necessary as did she, but she couldn't seem to take her eyes from him as well. Their time in the gardens that night had been an enjoyable one, as she told him of the stars, the myths behind the constellations, tracing between the twinkling lights with a fingertip raised in the air. He had kissed her, taking her by surprise, but her eyes had closed as she responded to him. A true response, not the trained response of someone with ulterior motives.

He had almost taken her right there on the ground, and as hidden as they were, no one would have noticed, but he refrained, leaving her with a beautiful flush to her pale cheeks, her lips rosy and kiss bruised.

The reception after the ceremony seemed to drag on for ages and even though he had literally just been married, some Ladies of the court still tried to seduce him, touching him unnecessarily, laughing falsely at some things he said, pressing their breasts against his arm. Elizabeth appeared seemingly out of thin air, giving him a smile, and the women a steely glare with a such a force that they shrank away, pulling him away with her fingers wrapped around his. His new bride was a wolf among sheep, it seemed, and he couldn't be more pleased.

Finally they were allowed to retire after Henry left and Charles swore he held off his departure as long as possible, as if he were trying to delay the inevitable for as long as possible.

He closed the door to his—their—bedchambers behind him, looking at her standing there still in her wedding dress, her veil having been discarded sometime over the course of the night. She trembled slightly as he went to her, reaching up to touch the side of her face gently. Not fear, he got no trace of that from her. Nerves.

“Have you ever been touched by a man before?” He asked gently and there was a moment of hesitation before she shook her head.

“N-No.”

“I'll take care of you, my wife.” He whispered, “And taking care of you will ensure that you take care of me.” She nodded and he leaned into her, his eyes moving over her face before he kissed her, pressing his lips to hers gently. The sound she made at the touch of his lips was almost imperceptible, but it made him groan and he pulled her closer, crushing her against him with an arm around her waist as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth to swirl against her. He didn't need to breathe, but she did, and she gasped as he pulled away, her chest heaving in the corset, that beautiful flush back on her cheeks. His fingers worked on the back ties of her dress and soon it was pooled at her feet in a heap of silk and lace, her petticoats joined it and her fingers curled in his shirt as he pulled her against him again, a shudder racing down his spine at the feel of her without so much fabric between them.

The corset was next and she pulled away from him, turning her back on him as it fell away, shielding her body from him.

“Come now, Liz.” He whispered, his hands laying on her bare shoulders. “I wish to see my bride's beautiful form, is that too much to ask for?”

“N-No, I—”

“You're nervous.” He said, “It's to be expected. As I said, I will take care of you.” He then became very aware of the fact that he was still fully dressed and he fixed that, shedding the numerous layers quickly, leaving them on the floor as he stepped very close behind her, holding her arms and pulling her back against him. Her gentle gasp as his bare chest pressed against her back made him smile and her head tilted to the side slightly as his lips touched her neck. Running his hands down her arms, he gently pulled them from where they had been crossed over her chest before dragging his fingertips back up her stomach. Her breasts filled his palms and she whimpered, her head falling back against his shoulder as he kneaded them gently, rolling the tips between his fingers. “That's it, my dearest, relax and let yourself feel it.”

“Charles...” She breathed and he turned her, taking her in his arms again and kissing her, her arms resting on his shoulders and a shudder ran down his spine as her nails traced through his shorn hair. Bending slightly at the knees, he picked her up in a bridal carry, taking her to the bed and laying her down, moving over her and looking down at her.

“You're so beautiful.” He whispered and pressed his lips to hers, holding the side of her face. He moved down her body, tasting her skin as he went, pulling her small clothes down and off and she was bare beneath him finally. Her small squeak of surprise as he pulled her to the foot of the bed made him chuckle and he heard as her breath caught when he parted her legs, looking down at her.

"What're you---What're you doing?" She asked, propping herself up on her elbows to watch him.

"Don't. Move." He said and pulled a dagger he had from its sheath under the bed.

"Charles?" There was a slight tremor to her voice.

"Relax, my dearest, and you won't be harmed." He said and brought the blade to her mound, running it close to her skin and shaving away the hair covering her womanhood. He kept the blade extremely sharp so there almost no resistance as he worked on her, her breath catching again as his fingers moved her for protection and better angles until there was nothing but a thin layer of stubble left behind. "There." He said, "You'll feel that much more now." A small amount of wetness had gathered from his touches and he ran his fingers through her, the whimper she let out making him smile. "Oh, my dear Elizabeth." Blowing slightly, he blew the shavings from her skin, running his hand over her to brush them onto the blanket folded at the end of the bed before pulling it out from under her, keeping the mess contained and casting it aside. Looking up at her, he watched her swallow heavily and he laid his palms against her inner thighs before dipping his head down and running his tongue along her slightly irritated flesh. Humming, he did it again, this time pressing his tongue between her folds and tasting her fully.

"Oh gods." She breathed and he heard her fall back onto the bed.

"So sweet, my wife." He said and latched his lips onto her, swirling his tongue through her, finding her pearl and sucking it between his lips. Parting her with his fingertips, he flicked his tongue against her, pressing it just inside her before licking up her again, taking her between his lips. Tracing her entrance with a couple fingertips, she gasped as he slid them into her, pumping slowly as he continued to taste her. He felt her fingers move through his hair and he held her hand with his, entwining their fingers and giving her something to hold onto as he pushed her higher and higher.

Her fingers clenched, her back arched, and her name left his lips in a gasp as she came, her soft cries filling the room as waves of pleasure washed over her.

"So good for me." He whispered, pressing soft kisses to her swollen flesh, still pumping his fingers slowly as she fluttered and clenched around them. Pulling his hand from her, he knelt on the bed, moving up her slowly until he was over, seeing her pleading eyes, dark with desire. "My wonderful wife." Pushing his smalls down and off, he took himself in his hand and pumped briefly, coating himself with her before running the wide head over her. "I won't lie to you, it will hurt, but I have prepared you as much as I can so the pain will be bearable." She just nodded. "Hold onto me, dearest." Her arms wrapped around his chest as he aligned them, pressing her into the bed with his weight before starting to push forward. Her breath caught and she tensed at the intrusion. "Breathe, my love, breathe." Her breath left her in a rush and he continued pushing into her.

"Charles..." She whimpered, holding onto him tightly and he pressed his lips to her hair.

"I know, my dearest, it's almost over." He said and soon he bottomed out inside her, pressed inside her to the base and she gasped, gulping in air. "Easy, sweetheart. Easy. I won't move until you tell me." She nodded and he ran his lips over her face, her neck, her shoulders, his hands running over her skin and massaging tensed muscles. Bit by bit she started to relax and she gave a sigh.

"Okay." She said with a nod and he started to move, pushing and pulling slowly. The way she felt, how tightly she gripped him, it made him move faster, looping an arm around her waist and holding her against him as he worked between her legs. Small noises started to leave her lips as he joined them again and again, and he rested his forehead against hers, looking into her eyes.

"Does it still hurt?" He asked but she shook her head.

"Not anymore." She said and he kissed her, holding the side of her face and grunting into her lips. Her legs cinched high around his hips and he buried his face in her neck, panting into her skin. He felt the familiar tugging in his mouth and he ran his tongue along her throat, pulling the vein to the surface. His lips parted and he surged into her just as he bit down, his fangs piercing her skin. The taste of her blood made his head spin and he found himself moving harder, faster, as he pulled from her. Her cries in his ears was almost musical and he felt the moment she released again, her muscles contracting around him so very tightly, massaging and milking him. Pulling away from her throat, he licked the last traces of her from his lips and her skin, his eyes rolling back as she continued to pulse around him, pushing him over the edge. He joined them roughly, pressing them together so tightly he wasn't sure where he ended and she began as he spilled inside her, filling her.

She panted in his ear, her heart thundering against his chest as he pulled back only much as to look down at her.

"My dear Elizabeth." He whispered and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her deeply and holding her tight against him.

[dopegardensaladhuman]

I tried to annoy some youths on the Elizabeth Line and it backfired

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Ooof. I’ve had an armour kink since I saw Jamie Parker play Henry V at The Globe in 2012. This kind of content needs to come with some kind of knicker-based health warning.

HENRY CAVILL as CHARLES BRANDON THE TUDORS (2007-2010) | 3x02

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So if you haven't been able to tell, I'm in a bit of a Witcher hyperfixation so I made some textpost memes!! Please no Season 2 or Season 3 spoilers in the tags because ya girl has only seen Season 1 bc I'm as slow as a snail lolol

But I hope these make you smile or laugh :D

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Real life got in the way of Tumblr for a few weeks, but what a fic to come back to! This has so much, righteous violence, breakfast foods and monster dildos. What more can a girl ask for? Love how you’ve written their dynamic.

Feral Instincts Ch.13

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 1662

Warnings: Mentions of violence, douchbaggery, and intimacy aids.

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They eventually got Hunter to open up while Stephanie and Geralt were gone, the wolf being a bit nervous around male Alphas. Unsurprising, given his experience with male Alphas. He was a Null, a wolf who didn't fall within the pack hierarchy but still in possession of his wits. Not a Beta, or an Omega, and definitely not an Alpha. It was uncomplicated as he didn't have to worry about pack politics, but it seemed his current Alpha, Frank, treated the Nulls about as well as he treated everyone else. All of the money from his meager paychecks from his job at the archery range downtown went to him, Frank only giving him enough to survive, but just barely. Rice and instant ramen were staples, so a meal of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and toast was a feast for him and he ate quite a bit before relaxing into a full stupor.

Hunter had been shocked to learn that Stephanie's current pack was made up of all Alphas save for a single Beta. Sy told him what Geralt had told Stephanie; it got a little tense around the full moon, but they made it work. More time passed and the two still hadn't returned, a scowl gracing August's face the more time went by.

"Easy, Walker." Sy said, picking up on his agitation. "You know how much of a hassle transfering territory can be. Council needs to be called, records updated."

"They may have also needed to call a clean-up crew." Mike said, "Ya know, if the asshole didn't submit."

"She's never fought for territory before." August pointed out.

"You honestly think Geralt would let anything happen to her?" Sy asked, "He said he would step in if shit went pear-shaped. The guy hunts down and takes out ferals for a living, some asshole Alpha with a mean streak ain't shit for him."

"So, um, is he her Mate?" Hunter asked and they looked at him. "Just wondering."

"Not really?" Sy said, "She said it was complicated and that's kinda true."

"She's with all of us!" Mike called from the kitchen as he was loading the dishwasher.

"Oh." Hunter said, "I've heard of female Alphas. Never met one before. Can they have more than one Mate?"

"Not uncommon for them." August said, "I've met a couple, they all had multiple partners of mostly Alphas. Ensured strong children."

"But Steph got her tubes tied years ago, according to her." Mike said, walking into the living room.

"Wouldn’t getting infected have reversed that? It fixes everything else." Hunter said.

"Unless it can reattach fallopian tubes with surgical precision, I doubt it." They hadn't even heard her and Geralt return, August jumping up from his seat and going to her, taking her hands in his and seeing her bruised and bloodied knuckles. "Remind me to wrap my hands next time."

"How'd it go?" Sy asked, the question aimed at Geralt.

"She was beautiful." Geralt said with a small smile. "Like a ghost, never where he thought she was going to be. Looked like she was dancing."

"Is he…" Hunter let the question trail off.

"He's still alive." Stephanie said, "Like any other bully, he backed down when he realized I was just going to push back harder. Legal stuff has been started and the Council has been notified. I also had him confess to everything he did to you guys, just for good measure."

"He'll be blacklisted from having territory or leading a pack ever again." Geralt said.

"That's why you guys were gone so long?" Hunter asked.

"Well, that, and we oversaw him packing his shit." Stephanie said.

"He's gone?" Hunter asked and she nodded.

"Don't worry, I had him transfer over all the money he took. I'll get everyone's info and transfer it back to you guys." She said and he went quiet, staring down at his hands. "Hunter?" She went to him, kneeling in front of him. "You're okay now, no one is going to hurt you anymore."

"Thank you." He said, barely above a whisper. "I came to you wanting to save myself, but you saved all of us."

"I don't like bullies." Stephanie said, "And I especially don't like bullies in positions of power."

"Thank you." He said again and she reached up, brushing the hair out of his face. "What happens now?"

"Technically I own all of his territory now, which is this building and the one next door." She said.

"You're our landlord now?" Hunter asked.

"Kind of but not really. Geralt's contact on the Council explained it to me. Individual Alpha wolves can't own rental properties, unless they owned it before the decision was made to go public. The…human government, weird to say, doesn't want Alpha wolves discriminating against non-wolves when it comes to housing, and the Council isn't fighting it, because that also means the Alpha can't expand their pack beyond their means and cause issues and territorial disputes. Keeps everything nice and contained." Stephanie explained.

"So the Council owns the buildings." Hunter said and she nodded.

"They own the physical properties, and therefore, legally, are the landlords. Kind of like a rental agency owning a property, but hiring someone to oversee the day to day on the property itself." Stephanie said, "Rent payments went to the Council, but they had no idea Frank was taking all of the pack's money and only giving back enough to just barely get by."

"What he do with the extra cash?" Hunter asked.

"Spent it." Geralt said, "Had some pretty pricey electronics in his apartment, computer equipment, those kinds of things."

"You said you made him give the money back, but if he spent it…"

"I cleaned him out." Stephanie said, "I took almost everything in his checking and savings. Left him enough for a bus ticket out of town and a burger."

"What'll happen to him?" Hunter asked.

"Don't know, don't care." Stephanie said, "Consider it karma. He made it so you guys had barely enough to survive and now he's in that same position."

"Blacklisted or not, the Council has resources for Alphas without packs or territories." Geralt said with a shrug, "They'll get him set up with employment and a place to live in his hometown, but then he's on his own. Talking with my contact, he'll have his wages garnished until he pays back everything he took for the length of time he ran this pack."

"I think that's the most I've ever heard you say at one time." Stephanie said after a pause, looking at him, and he snorted.

"You're our Alpha now." Hunter said and she turned her attention back to him, giving him a small nod. "I should tell the others."

"How many are in the pack?" Geralt asked.

"About a dozen." Hunter said, "And that includes the kids."

"He was takin’ from families?" Sy asked and Hunter nodded, making him scowl.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of introductions. She knew most of them just from living in the same building, and they were as surprised as Hunter when they learned she was a wolf, and an Alpha at that. Banking information was taken down, money was transferred, divided up as evenly as possible as there was no easy way of determining who surrendered how much. Families got extra just because they had kids that they needed to provide for. A future trip to Costco was planned using her membership card so they could get bulk essentials. Walter showed up mid-afternoon and was brought up to speed on what had happened.

“I have an idea.” Stephanie said a bit sheepishly as she sat curled up in Walter’s lap once everyone had left, and they looked at her.

“What’s up, babe?” Sy asked.

“August said that female Alphas have a tendency to unite packs, right?”

“I did say that, yes.” August said.

“I’m not green enough not to realize when I’m in over my head, so I thought…”

“You want to merge your new pack with ours.” Geralt said and she nodded. “It’s a good idea. Didn’t want to lose you anyway.”

“Our territories ain’t exactly touchin’, but it’s not unheard of.” Sy said, “You’d control this territory, we’d control ours, but we’d step in if you needed somethin’. Kinda like cops crossin’ jurisdictions to help each out.”

“One of us should be here.” August said, “There’s now an open unit in the building, unless you were planning on moving into it.”

“You know, I kinda was.” Stephanie admitted, “His soundsystem is nice and his computer is more powerful than mine. Also, the unit is bigger than this one.”

“Rock-paper-scissors for it?” Sy suggested and she snorted, tucking her face into Walter’s neck. “You move into the former Alphas place along with Mikey, and one of us moves into this one. If somethin’ goes sideways, we’d actually be in a position to do fuck all about it.”

“And by “something” you mean Jordan.” Stephanie said and he nodded. “Sounds like a plan. I hate packing.”

“Well it ain’t like you don’t got helpers.” Sy said.

“As if I’d let you guys go through my stuff!”

“Doll, we’ve seen you with your legs in the air, goin’ through your skivvies shouldn’t embarrass you.” Sy said.

“Maybe I don’t want you guys to find my sex toys.” Stephanie said.

“Toys?” Walter asked, “Plural?”

“Sizes, shapes,” She paused, “Thicknesses.”

“I’ve been here for almost three weeks and I haven’t found anything!” Mike said and she shot him a look.

“I know how to hide my shit.” She said, “Jordan was weird about dildos and vibrators, so I hid them from him.”

“You have a monster dildo, don’t you.” Sy said and she snorted.

“Monster as in big, or monster as in not modeled after human anatomy?” She asked, “Because I plead the fifth.”

“Doll, you a dirty girl.” Sy said and she snorted again, picking her head up to blow him a kiss.

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I love this so much, new comfort fic. All the warm fuzzies.

Something like that - Part 2

Syverson (Sandcastle) x female reader (second-person pov)

summary: this is the second part of Something like that, a sequel to bonfire - Sy is finally taking you on a date. You spend the rest of the evening at the cabin with Sy

warnings: mention of previous relationship/breakup, masturbation, voyeurism, fingering, p-i-v sex, oral (f receiving), praise kink, tiny hint of breeding kink, edging, Sy in the shower

word count: 5k

A/N: I finally got around to finishing the second part of our first date with Sy. I got a lot of inspiration over the last few weeks, @martha-oi doing her best to make us all want to write for Sy 😁

Inspo board for this part can be found here!

I'd love to get some feedback. Please don't hesitate to reblog, comment, ask. Like all my fellow writers, I long for every bit of interaction with my readers. If you want to make my day, hit reblog and tell me what you think🥰

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Part 1

Everything felt just perfect as you were snuggled into Sy's chest. You switched between talking, kissing and just listening to the crickets and each other's heart beats. From time to time, Sy pressed soft kisses on your hair.

It took you a while until you finally dared to ask what had been on your mind ever since the night at the bonfire.

“Sy?” You felt his hum vibrating in his chest. “Why did it take you so long to ask for a date? And why did you cancel it when you knew you had to leave?“

Sy took a deep breath and you knew he was searching for the right words. He pressed another kiss on your temple before he gave you his answer.

“Oh, darlin‘, how can I explain this to you without making a fool out of myself? I was scared. I was scared of fucking things up, of screwing up the one chance I finally had to get what I always wanted.“ 

You sat up straight so you could look into his eyes. “What you always wanted?”

Sy chuckled softly and rubbed his hands over your arms.  

“I was alone for a long time, there was no one that I could see myself with. And then you walked into my life and I just knew you were the one. But then I feared you wouldn’t want me. And when I was finally sure you'd give us a try, I had to leave. I panicked, thinking you’d send me a Dear John letter. And that would have destroyed me.“ He took another deep breath. 

“I guess that’s nothing to discuss on a first date, but dammit, we waited too long for anything else… I always wanted something like that.“ He gestured at you and your surroundings. “The whole package; a sweet woman, a house, a dog and a bunch of kids.” He paused, carefully studying your reaction before he went on: “And I'm still fucking scared I will mess this up!”

Your heart was thumping in your chest as you listened to his words. And when he stopped, you didn’t know what to say, so you just crushed your mouth against his and gave him a kiss that you hoped would convince him how much you wanted that, too. 

When you broke away, he glanced at you, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up. ”Does this mean I didn't scare you away with my speech?” he asked and you couldn't help but give him another peck.

"This means your speech helped you sneak deeper into my heart than ever before.” He let out a sigh and you both got back to kissing, your shoulders feeling so much lighter than before. 

***

The sun was slowly setting, and the sky changed into shades of orange and purple. You peered over the smooth surface of the lake, mirroring the warm colors. “Are we staying the night, or do we have to drive back?” 

“I would love to spend the night here, but I can also drive you home if you'd like to, sugar.” His face couldn't hide the hope he had that you wanted to stay, too. 

You got up and dropped the towel that was wrapped around your chest. “Great, I would have hated to drive home with wet hair!” Never losing eye contact with Sy, you slowly walked backwards to the end of the pier. His gaze couldn’t hide in the slightest how much he liked what he saw. Sy sucked on his lower lip and leaned forward, resting his hands on his thighs. You could have sworn you saw his cock twitch. Dipping your toe into the water, you checked the temperature and when you decided that you'd live, you turned and jumped headfirst into the lake. 

When you broke through the surface again, you heard Sy laughing and seconds later he cannonballed into the water, splashing it right into your face. 

“Gosh, sugar, we’ll be freezing to death in here!” he uttered in between hitched breaths. Your head fell back in laughter. Could that big bear that always radiated heat really be cold? Wrapping your body around his, you kissed him on his neck. “I’m gonna help you warm up, okay?” Your lip brushed over the stubble on his throat as you spoke. A deep growl was all you got as an answer before Sy pulled you closer to his chest. His tongue forced your lips open and he entered your mouth with vigor.

It didn’t take long until you felt his erection pressing against your skin and you couldn’t stop thinking how you wanted him to use it, to split you open and take you. A shiver ran down your spine.

“You’re gonna get chilled to the bone, darlin’, let me get you out of here.” He was right, but still, you pouted because you just didn’t want to leave. This was the most beautiful and most romantic thing that had ever happened to you and you didn’t want it to be over yet.

Sy swam back to the pier with you in his arm. He climbed the ladder and held out his hand for you to take. You hadn’t even put a foot onto the wooden planks before he pulled you into his arms again Maybe it was his kiss or maybe it was the small gust of wind that brushed over your wet body, but you shuddered once more.

“Yeah, enough of that. Next time you’re trembling, it’s because I made you come on my tongue, darlin’.” Okay, perhaps you were ready to leave this romantic scene and see what else Sy had planned for you.

Sy wrapped your towel around you and started to gather all the stuff the two of you had dropped on your way to the lounger. Even with his arms stuffed with clothes, he managed to open the door for you like the gentleman he was. And when you stepped into the small cabin, you realized that you hadn’t seen the peak of cheesy romance yet today. The room in front of you was so cozy. Blankets were thrown over the old couch. The wooden floor was covered with a fluffy rug in front of a fireplace. There wasn’t a fire yet, but you knew Sy would change that soon. And the fairy lights that were glimmering on the walls made it look just so cozy. 

Sy dropped all your stuff on the couch and gave you a light slap on your bottom. “Bathroom is over there. Get into the shower, baby. I'll get a fire going, and then I’ll join you, okay?” You bit your lip in anticipation. The thought of Sy in the shower with you made you clench your thighs. 

“Don’t make me wait too long, Sy!” you told him before you turned to the bathroom. He was smart enough that he had switched on the small electric radiator, and you sighed as the warmth in the room settled around your body. Gladly the water in the shower was hot too, and soon you leaned against the tiles, enjoying the water running down your back. The room was filled with steam. Your mind went back to the moment earlier today when Sy had covered you in his cum. Your fingers circled the bundle of nerves between your legs and you moaned.

“Having fun in there, Sugar?” Sy chuckled, and you knew exactly how that smirk was spreading across his face, even if you couldn’t see him. The door opened and a pair of hands grabbed your hips. Sy parted your legs with his thigh, and one of his hands moved over your side until his fingers joined yours. 

“Dammit, baby, you’re so hot when you’re doing that.” His teeth sank into your neck, and he sucked on your skin, surely leaving a mark, but you couldn’t care less. His cock was hard as it pressed against your ass. 

His hand left you again when he turned you to face him. Your own moved to his chest, but Sy grabbed it and positioned it back to your pussy. He took a step back and shook his head. "Uh-uh, don't stop. I wanna watch you come over your pretty lil' fingers, sugar.” 

For a moment, you wanted to hide, feeling insecure and vulnerable with Sy's eyes on you. But as you saw him standing there, his throbbing cock standing tall, you shut your eyes and focused on your feelings. 

The sensation of your fingers, moving over your swollen pearl, applying some pressure, made you forget your surroundings quickly. Your other hand joined, gathering the slick before the water could wash it off, and you let two of your fingers slip into you. You were chasing your high, rubbing, pumping into you, desperate moans falling from your mouth.

“Just look at you, baby, doing so well. Making me so hard just from watching.” You opened your eyes again. Seeing Sy slowly fisting his cock as he watched you with hooded eyes, made you tumble over the edge, screaming his name. Your knees gave out as your pussy clenched around your fingers. Sy took you in his arms and pressed gentle kisses on your face. 

“You are the most gorgeous thing ever when you come, darlin’,“ he whispered in your ear. His cock was pressing against your hip as he cradled you in his arms and you just knew you needed to feel him once more. 

“Please fuck me, Sy!” you told him bluntly. And he didn’t need to hear it a second time. His arms wrapped around your thighs as he lifted you, and then he had you pinned against the wall, his cock slipping into your wet pussy effortlessly.

The moment it went in was always something that made you weak. But the ferocity with which Sy entered you now was so intense, it left you whimpering. Your fingers dug deep into the flesh of his back. By the way he took you, you knew there would be bruises along your spine and on your thighs tomorrow, but those would only be sweet memories of how Sy had made you see stars. 

And that he did, more than once. He fucked you relentlessly, slamming his hips into yours, accompanied by his deep grunts.

“Not gonna last much longer, sugar! You want me to come deep inside of you? Want me to fill your sweet little pussy?” Alone the thought of having his seed inside of you made your walls flutter.

“Fill me up Sy, please! I need to feel your cum dripping out of me.” There was another deep growl and he managed to get even deeper. You felt him grow bigger and shudder, and then he finally painted your pussy with his load. 

Sy carefully put you down on your feet again and pressed his forehead against yours. 

“You're making me act so hot-headed and greedy, darlin'. I promise, I will be more composed next time. Gonna take my sweet time with you.” You just couldn't hold back an incredulous laugh. 

“Are you seriously apologizing for what you did to me? For making me come multiple times? You're something else, Sy!” His cheeks were glowing red and you asked yourself if this was due to the hot water, to his efforts or if you were maybe right, thinking he looked almost shy.

While Sy was rummaging around in the kitchen, you made your way to the bedroom, deciding it was time to finally get dressed again. At least making yourself halfway decent by putting on some panties and a shirt. You hoped to get your hands on one of Sy's. But sadly, his stuff was apparently still on the couch in the living room.

You opened the wardrobe and there was a collection of comfy looking knitted sweaters and sweatpants. But those were probably Sy's cousin’s, so you took your backpack and fished for the silky camisole you had packed in the hopes of spending the night at Sy's.

With a sigh, you let yourself fall onto the bed. Your heart was so full of joy right now, it was overwhelming. Your eyes roamed through the room. It was small, the bed filling it out almost completely, but it was so comfy. There were more fairy lights draped over the headboard. You wondered how often Sy's cousin used this cabin to seduce his dates. And if Sy had done so before, too. 

This made you feel a little knot in your stomach. But you didn't dwell on it for long as you found what was lying on the bedside table.

“Sy, are you serious? A first date in a secluded cabin in the woods and then this?” As you circled the corner to meet Sy in the kitchen, you let the handcuffs dangle from your fingers.

Sy huffed in surprise, only to throw his head back in laughter the next moment.

“Guess that's my cousin's way of telling us to have fun.” You wrinkled your forehead, not sure how to take it. 

Sy wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in a hug.

“He's a good guy, a cop even. Trust me?” he asked. And of course, you did. To be truly honest, you could totally see you and Sy having fun with those. You shook your head and put the handcuffs on the table. 

Sy’s back shielded you from seeing what he was doing. You wrapped your arms around him, trying to get a glimpse over his shoulder but he shushed you out of the kitchen. 

“Why don’t you sit down in front of the fire, darlin’? I’ll be with you in a minute.” You considered the couch for a minute, but then you chose to sit down on the plushy fake fur rug. If we go for tacky romantic cliché, why not go all the way? And Sy didn’t lie when he said he’d be right there with you. Just after you settled on the floor, he was behind you, carrying two flutes of champagne in his big paw, while the other one held a bowl with strawberries. You helped him put all of it down on the antique trunk that served as a coffee table. 

Sy sat down next to you, pressing a soft kiss on your lips before he fed you a strawberry. The second you had swallowed, his mouth was back on yours, kissing you fiercely. “Sweet little thing you are,” he said, licking his lip. “That’s so corny!” you laughed. “Who would have thought the big captain was such a hopeless romantic?” But to your surprise, Sy didn’t seem to be uncomfortable in any way. You’d rather say he appeared to be proud. And rightfully so. You were totally smitten with the man sitting at your side.

It could have been perfect. If your mind had just been quiet. But sadly, your insecurities resurfaced exactly now. You really didn’t want to think about it, but you couldn’t help it. It just appeared in your head. And before you could bite your tongue, it had slipped out of your mouth.

“So, how many girls have you already allured in this cabin with those cheesy little tricks, Sy?” What a way to kill the mood. Sy’s face changed immediately. His eyebrows were drawn together, a deep furrow formed on his forehead. He moved away a few inches. Damn, you really had to screw up this moment? You saw the disappointed expression on his face, and you knew you had to apologize. It was none of your business what Sy had done with other women before you two had started dating. You were already mumbling a few words, but Sy interrupted you by pressing his finger onto your lips. 

“Listen, baby! I shared the bed out here in this cabin only with two other people. With Walter and Evan.” Your face surely mirrored your confusion because Sy added: “My cousins!” He took one of your hands into his and started rubbing his thumb over your palm. 

“I already told you earlier. I haven’t been with someone for quite some time. If you like, I can tell you about it. Maybe it will help you realize and accept how special you are to me.” His eyes stared deep into yours, as you nodded for him to go on.

“I met Charlotte in high school. She was smart and cute, and I had the feeling that she liked me, not only as the captain of the football team, but me, my personality. She was my first love, my first everything. I thought about asking her to become my wife when I had to leave overseas for the first time. Thank god, I didn’t.”

Sy paused, catching a breath. “I had been out of the country for ten weeks when her letter arrived. I was so excited to hear from her. But then, after I had read the first sentences, I was broken. It was a Dear John letter. A classic. I’m sorry. It’s not your fault. We can stay friends. You will always have a place in my heart… I swore never to let anyone that close to my heart again. And I stayed true to that. Until I met you.” 

Your mouth felt dry. There was so much you wanted to say, but somehow no word found its way out of your mouth. Sy lifted one of his hands and brushed his knuckles over your cheek. You parted your lips once more and managed to mouth a shaky “Why me?”

Sy chuckled, his eyes drifting off, as if he was focusing on something you couldn’t see. “That day on the beach. I can’t explain why. I was mesmerized by you. The way you laughed with Megan. When I watched you reading. I just knew that you are different. I couldn’t let the chance go to learn why I was so drawn to you. And then we talked. You were so fuckin’ cute when I saw that filthy book. I wanted to kiss you and tell you that I wanted to do all those things to you. But of course, I couldn’t. I didn’t want to scare you away. And when you jumped into my arms that evening, the only thing I could think of was that I wanted to never put you down again. You should have just stayed there forever, your legs wrapped around me and your head on my shoulder. On that day, I realized that you saw me. The real me! And you liked it. I couldn’t do anything other than open my heart for you.”

You practically jumped into Sy’s lap and crashed your mouth onto his. That man did not only know how to plan the perfect date, he also knew exactly how to use his words to make you fall in love with him so hard. You made out on that stupid rug, sharing deep kisses, grinding your bodies against each other. Sy found the perfect spots for his mouth, for his hands and for his hips to drive you crazy. After you had moaned his name another time into his mouth, a new thought crossed your mind. This time it wasn’t jealousy that formed it, only upright curiosity.

“You didn’t learn all of this from your high school sweetheart, did you?” You made sure to show him an honestly amused smile. Sy raised his eyebrow with a smirk.

“All of this?” he asked, even if he knew perfectly well what you were talking about.  With an eye roll, you gave him what he wanted to hear:

“You fuck like a sex god, Sy! How did you learn that if you were alone all the time?” A smile played on the corner of your mouth as you took in how Sy puffed out his chest at your statement.

“Sugar, I said I let no one near my heart. I didn’t say I was living like the fucking pope!”

You chuckled and ran your hand over his chest. “I like those skills, you know?” 

Sy laughed. “Thought so!” His hands brushed along your sides to tickle you and you squirmed in his lap. Another gentle touch along your rib cage made you fall onto your back. Your legs were opened wide before him and your shirt had slid up to expose the underside of your breasts. And that changed the mood in the room another time. Sy watched you with hooded eyes as your chest was heaving. “Darlin’ you know what makes me really mad right now? We’ve been together for hours and I still haven’t gotten my mouth on your beautiful sweet pussy.” He was really pouting at you, and you couldn’t hold back a laugh. But it got stuck in your throat when Sy pulled down your panties in one swift motion and sank his head between your thighs. His arm wrapped around your waist, he held you in place while he was running his tongue through your folds. By the time he was switching between circling your sweet spot and rolling it between his lips, your screams echoed from the walls. You wriggled in the arm that was still hooked around your frame, trying to move closer to him, to find enough friction, so you could finally find your release. But Sy was having none of it; he was holding you down, giving you just the amount to keep you on the edge. “Please, Sy! I need to come!” you begged him, but he only hummed into your mound. He kept just lapping and sucking and licking and making you go insane. A deep growl came from him, and you saw him pressing his hips into the floor in search of some release for himself. “Let me come, Sy! Please!” you screamed, frantic by now by the way he was edging you, and Sy finally had mercy. He doubled his efforts with his tongue while he pushed two fingers into you. From then, it needed just some more pumps until you came undone at last. 

“That’s my good girl!” he praised you. Another few soft licks along your entrance. “That’s it, doing so good for me, baby!” 

Your legs were shaking uncontrollably while the rest of your body felt boneless, like you were melting into the floor. 

Sy got on his knees beside you and lifted you up as if you weighed nothing. He carried you into the bedroom and carefully put you down onto the mattress. After pressing a chaste kiss onto your head, he slid his boxers down his thighs and lay down on the bed behind you.

"You up for another round or do you need some sleep, sugar?" he asked you and by the sound of it you knew it was an honest question. He wanted you to feel comfortable, whatever it was that you needed right now.

"You promised me some love making," you told him lazily, and you could feel Sy grin into the crook of your neck, his whiskers tickling your soft skin.

"So that's what you'll get," he whispered into your ear. With another firm grip, he turned you on your back and settled between your legs. And then made up to his promise and took his sweet time. 

There were tender kisses and gentle touches. There were fingers slowly trailing along your body. Lips that brushed over sensitive skin. And words, so many lovely words that he purred into your ears. 

"I want to feel your skin on mine. I want your breath in my hair. I want your hands on my body. Every day, darlin!"

Your heart skipped a beat at his confession.

"I want that, too, Sy. I want you!" While your tongues danced with each other, you felt his cock press against your mound, and you almost regretted that you had asked him to take it slowly. 

But when he entered you, when he slowly moved, there was no regret left. You devoured his kisses, you relished his weight that was pressing you down, you savored feeling him inside of you with every of his languid strokes. This time it wasn't chasing pleasure, it was feeling each other deeply. It was making love.

***

It took you a second to remember where you were when you woke up. Your next thought was that something felt wrong. That blissful warmth that had you enveloped the whole night was gone. You opened one eye and turned to see that the spot next to you was empty. Sadness pooled in your stomach. Your arm brushed over the sheets and it felt cold. Sy had left you alone in the bed for a while already.

Pouting, you got up. Your first guess was to find him in the bathroom. To your further disappointment, the shower showed that it had been used, but the adonis-like body was nowhere to be seen. 

With a sigh, you chose to go through your bathroom routine before you carried on with your search.

And while you were brushing your teeth you took in something that you hadn't noticed until now. There was a scent of fresh baked bread lingering in the air.

Curious, you didn't bother getting dressed. You opened the door to the main room and there he was. Just in his boxers he was standing at the counter, dipping his hips to a song he was quietly humming. 

The scent of freshly baked goods was a lot stronger here. On your tiptoes you carefully approached him. You didn't want to interrupt the scene. Wanted to get as much of that picture as possible. Your man, singing in the kitchen, making you breakfast. 

Your arms were already stretched out to wrap around him when you heard his mirthful voice:

"Mornin' sugar!" He turned and pressed a kiss on your forehead. You hummed as you leaned into his touch. 

As he retreated you took in your surroundings. It wasn’t chaotic, but you could tell that Sy had been quite busy in the kitchen. There were eggshells and remains of flour on the counter, a bowl with remnants of dough was standing in the sink. You bent forward to take a glimpse into the oven. There was a whole tray full of bread rolls, already showing a golden crust.

“You didn’t get up to make homemade rolls, Sy?” you asked, even if it was obvious that he, in fact, had done exactly that. Sy pulled you back into his arms with a proud smile on his face.

“Forgot to bring bread and I was hungry. And I thought you might need some nutrients, too, after last night.” He wouldn’t ever stop being a smug bastard, and you loved him for it. Ah, no, you couldn’t say you love him, not that soon, right? Better not think about it anymore, so you decided to get back to kissing him.

Those kisses smoothly transformed into a making out session and it didn’t take long until Sy had his hands on your rear and lifted you up to sit on the counter. He glanced over to the timer of the oven and smiled. “We got another fifteen minutes. Any idea how to fill that time?” 

Your hands trailed down his back to the waistband of his boxer briefs, your fingers slipping under it, so you could cup his glorious rear.

“I might have an idea of what you could fill,” you cooed and Sy answered with a snort. He pressed his groin to your center, and you could feel that he was on board with your suggestion. Four hands were working to pull down his underwear and the next moment he lined up his swollen head at your already dripping entrance. 

Without hesitation, he plunged all the way into you and started to pound hard. Your pussy was sore by now, but you couldn’t care less. Gasping, you took him, as deep as he could reach. The tip of his cock brushed over your most sensitive spot with every thrust, and he had you moaning and crying out his name in no time. You came around his cock, clenching him with your tightening walls, bringing him over the edge with you. Still connected, Sy lifted you up and carried you to the shower. He shielded you from the water with his broad back until it was warm enough. Then he put you down on your feet again and started to lather your whole body.

The alarm of the timer went off exactly as you left the shower and Sy went for the kitchen, wrapped in a towel, not without a small slap on your butt. After you got dressed you found him on the deck. He had the bread rolls, jam, peanut butter and the strawberries that you had left behind yesterday, displayed on the table. There was a steaming mug of coffee waiting for you. 

Sy leaned against a post and looked out over the lake, another mug of coffee in his hand. You could get used to this sight in the morning. Somehow seeing Sy like this was comforting. When he noticed you, he held out his arm and you leaned into his embrace, snuggling into his still bare chest. He pressed a kiss into your hair and mumbled: “Let’s get you something to eat, sugar.” 

You spent most of the morning sitting by the lake, talking and kissing. Sy fed you warm bread rolls and more strawberries. By the time you had finished a second cup of coffee, you both knew it was time to pack your stuff and get home. You were meant to meet Megan tonight and Sy had promised his mom to show up for dinner. 

A sigh escaped you when you stepped out of the cabin a last time and Sy locked the door. You both stared over the water once more, Sy’s arms wrapped around you tightly. “Did you enjoy this, baby?” he asked. You turned to look at him and cupped his cheek, your hand looking so small on his beautiful face.

“This was the best first date I ever had, Sy.” you told him. Sy hummed, content with your answer. “That’s good, darlin’. Because it will be the last first date you’ve ever been on.”

[dopegardensaladhuman]

I get such a thrill whenever I wake up to find a tag from you! This man though. “The lady dismissed you.” Lord. As ever, your dialogue is dreamy!

Back in the Saddle

Pairing: Syverson x Heather Markum (OFC)

WC 3282

Warnings: Some talk about divorce, sterilization, and childlessness

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By hour two she was about ready to shotgun a bottle of wine or stab someone with a spoon. It wouldn’t be so bad if she had her phone, but the speed dating company that one of her friends had registered her with had a strict “no phones” policy, and she was given a numbered key in exchange for her things when she got to the restaurant, her bag locked securely in a locker in the back. Damnit, Beckah, she was fine. Who cares if she hasn’t dated once since her divorce? It was her choice and all the guys their age wanted something that she just wouldn’t and couldn’t give them. It would just be a repeat of history, save for the walk down the aisle and credit card debt.

The first guys that sat across from her, she couldn’t even remember their names or faces anymore, and given that they each had half an hour, that was telling how forgettable they were. One went on and on about his job in the stock market and crypto, flashing his fake Rolex whenever he could (it ticked, not swept, so it was fake) and veneered smile. Another devolved into a rant about his mother, making her chug her wine. Also not her fault she couldn't control her face when around people that bugged her.

"Okay, gentlemen!" The host said after the bell rang, "Move on to the next lucky lady!"

"Is it time already?" The guy across from her said, Dave? Or was it Tim? She didn't care. "I'll be looking for you in my stream audience, hope to see you there."

"Yep." She said and he got up, moving to the next table.

"Damn, doll." She heard as she saw the next guy sit down from the corners of her vision, "You look about as miserable as me." She couldn't help it, she laughed, and it made her look up at him. He was handsome, in a rugged kind of way, with a buzzed head of dark hair that came to a widow's peak, a full beard on his jaw, and clear blue eyes. What the hell was he doing at a speed dating event? What was wrong with him?

"That obvious, huh?" She asked.

"Just a bit." He said with a shrug. "Jake Syverson, call me Sy." He held his hand out slightly across the table and she took it, his palm rough and his hand dwarfing hers.

"Heather Markum." She said and they shook briefly. He was the first to get her full name, as the company didn't believe in name tags, wanting their introductions to be "organic".

"So," He sighed, "Well-meanin' friend set you up with this shindig?"

"Yup." She said and he nodded.

"Same." He said, “Told me I needed to get “back in the saddle”, so to speak.”

“Been a while?”

“I was in a long-term thing for the last couple of years, but I got home from deployment and found her in bed with another guy. Dumped her then and there.” Sy said, very matter-of-factly, and she gave a low whistle.

“Damn.” She said and he nodded.

“You?”

“You could say I was in prison.” She said and he arched a brow at her, “Married.”

“Oh.” He said with a snort. “Mind my askin’ what ended it?”

“Not at all. He wanted kids, I didn’t.”

“Thought he woulda found that out before he put a ring on ya.”

“Oh, he knew. He knew while we were dating, while we were engaged, and while we were married. He thought I would change my mind or I would make an exception for him. He realized I was serious about it when I got myself sterilized.” Heather said.

“That’ll do it. Fucked up policy, but don’t they ask the husband if that’s okay?”

“I lied on the paperwork and said I was single, and we have separate insurances so he didn’t come up when they ran it.” Heather said and he nodded again.

“Well, I don’t want kids either. I have enough nieces and nephews to know that yeah, I like kids, but I like’em better when I can give’em back.” Sy said and she snorted.

“You said you were deployed?”

“Army.” Sy said and she nodded.

“Still active?” She asked and he nodded.

“What about you? How do you pay the bills?”

“I have an OnlyFans.”

“Really?” He asked, his voice pitching up slightly and she snorted.

“No, not really, I’m in real estate.” She said.

“Damn, I was about to ask you for your handle.” He said, making her laugh again. The rest of the half-hour went by far too quickly for her liking. He was charming, made her laugh, and had a killer smile that made his blue eyes sparkle. Soon the five-minute warning chime went off, signaling their time together was coming to an end. “Can I give you my number?”

“You absolutely can.” She said and he gave her another smile, grabbing the supplied pad of paper and pen and scribbling it down for her to add to her phone when she got it back. The end bell rang and he sighed, pushing up from his seat and touching her shoulder lightly as he went past, Heather watching him go before turning her eyes forward again, the next guy already seated.

“Hello, gorgeous.” He said with a sleazy smile and she sighed, pouring herself another glass of wine.

The rest of the night dragged on with none of them holding a candle to Sy and soon, thankfully, it was over. Turning in the key, she got her things and stepped out into the night air.

“Heather!” She heard and turned around, seeing Sy walking over to her, weaving his way through the other people also leaving the restaurant.

“Hey.” She said, unable to stop the smile from pulling at her lips. They moved to the side as he reached her so they weren’t in the flow of traffic and now that they were both standing, she could see just how massive he really was. Tall, broad through the chest and shoulders, narrow through the waist and his slacks hugged his thighs just right.

Down, girl.

“The rest of my night was a bust.” He said, “Yours?”

“Yours is the only number I accepted.”

“Good, ‘cus you were the only one I offered it to.” He said and she felt a small blush come over her cheeks, “The rest of the ladies I talked to just…couldn’t compare.”

“You hungry?” She asked and he sighed.

“Starving.” He admitted, making her giggle slightly. “In the mood for something special? We are in the neighborhood for it.”

“A cheeseburger, with bacon and mushrooms. Greasier the better.” She said.

“Woman, if you’re tryin’ to seduce me, it’s workin’.” He said, making her laugh, “You don’t gotta be so heavy-handed with it though, damn.” He smiled at her continued laughter before holding out his hand, “Come on, doll. I eyed a burger place down the street as I was drivin’ up. Let’s get some meat in ya.” He winked at her, well tried to, and she swatted at his arm playfully.

“Cheeky bastard.” She said, taking his hand, a small thrill going through her chest as he laced their fingers. Okay, this felt nice. He was handsome, charming, funny, with a slightly naughty sense of humor. Please don’t turn out to be a serial killer.

They talked as they walked and she thanked her foresight to wear flats and not heels. The burger place was a glorified hole in the wall, so she knew the food would be fantastic. They were extremely overdressed compared to the rest of the patrons and got some looks as they were placing their orders, Sy grabbing the numbered flag that was slid forward and they found themselves a seat towards the back, Sy sitting with his back to the wall and a clear line of sight on the entrance. Must be a military thing. He had insisted on paying for her food even though she told him he didn't have to.

The conversation picked up where it left off and they shared some more things about themselves, how she had originally gone to school with an arts major but switched to business when she realized that unless she wanted to teach, an arts degree wouldn't really get her anywhere. Sy had a bachelor's in Criminal Justice, which got him into the Army Officer's Program once he graduated. He wasn't just in the Army, she found out, he was a Captain.

"So what kinda real estate do you do?" He asked, taking a sip of his soda.

"Commercial." Heather said, "Office buildings and such. Bigger price tags mean a bigger commission, and I don't have to be constantly flipping properties."

"Sounds pretty relaxed."

"It's got its challenges, like when a Fortune 500 company tries to lowball me, but I manage." She said and their food arrived, the server setting the trays down and taking the flag with her. "Goddamn." The burger was massive, covered in cheese, bacon, and mushrooms.

"Eyes bigger than your stomach?" He asked, picking up his own burger.

"Shit no." She said and dug in, letting out a low sound when she bit into it, making him cough on a piece of his burger. "Food goes in stomach, not lungs."

"I'm trying." He wheezed, taking a sip of his drink. "Shit, doll." She just smiled into her food, biting into a couple of the rough-cut fries that came with the burger. 

"Fries are good too." She said and they resumed talking in between bites, the conversation not dying even after they finished their food.

"You parked by the restaurant?" He asked, "The looks we're gettin', they probably want to close up."

"Yeah, in the lot next to it." She said and they stood, taking their trays over to the bin and dumping the garbage before setting them on top, wishing the staff a good night as they walked out.

"I'll walk you to your car, I'm parked in the same lot anyway." Sy said and offered his hand again. She took it and again he laced their fingers, that small fluttering in her chest making a comeback. They didn't talk as they walked back, but it was a comfortable, companionable silence. Her car and she guessed his truck were the only ones in the lot and he walked her to the driver's side as she dug out her keys. "I wasn't expecting much from tonight, but I’m glad it turned out the way it did."

"Me too." She said with a small smile and there was a slight hesitation on his part.

"Heather, can I…can I give you a kiss?" He asked and her smile widened.

"I'd like that." She said and he smiled back before leaning into her. His lips were soft as they brushed over hers and her eyes closed as she pressed back against him. His hands came up to hold the sides of her jaw as he seemed to fall into the kiss and her own hands found their way to his trim waist, sliding under his suit jacket that he hadn't buttoned. Okay, he was good at this and her heart pounded in her chest as he kissed her. He finally broke away, breathing heavily, and she opened her eyes, seeing his were closed still.

“Let me know you got home okay?” He asked, his eyes still closed.

“Yeah.” She said, having put his number in her phone earlier and given him hers. She wanted to ask if he wanted to come back to her place, but it was way too early for that and she didn’t want to give him the wrong impression about her. They said their goodnights and he moved away, but she noticed that he didn’t get into his truck until she got into her car and started it.

She barely remembered the drive home, her mind and heart soaring from the night and the kiss they shared, but she did remember to send him a text once she got inside and locked the door, letting him know she was home safe like he requested. She got a simple heart emoji back but it made her smile nonetheless.

Taking off her makeup and getting changed into her pajamas, she brushed her teeth and got into bed, setting her phone on the charger.  She lay there for a little bit before giving a small giggle, wiggling a little under the covers in giddy excitement. She felt like a teenager again, not a divorcee, but then a moment of doubt crossed over her mind. What if he didn’t feel the same? What if she never heard from him again? He didn’t give her the impression of someone who would ghost someone, but you never knew. Whatever happened, happened. If she never heard from him again, then so be it. She’d be a little heartbroken, but it was ultimately his choice.

Sleep came quickly after that and she drifted off.

The chime of a notification from her phone is what woke her the next morning and she opened her eyes, blinking blearily and reaching for it. Turning on the screen, she saw she had a text from him and couldn’t stop the smile from pulling at her lips. It was a picture of him still in bed, his head resting on his pillow as he laid on his side, the selfie showing that he obviously went to bed with no shirt on as she saw a bit of hairy chest that was obviously muscular.

“Morning, beautiful.” The message said and she tapped in her reply.

“Morning, handsome.” A bit lame, she knew, but she just woke up. “I look like a swamp witch first thing in the morning, so you’re not getting a selfie.”

“Lol fair enough. Plans for today?”

“Nothing really, seeing as it’s the weekend.”

“Wanna meet for coffee? There’s this great spot I like that has killer muffins.”

“Absolutely, send me the address.” It came over a moment later and she put it into her GPS app, seeing that it was about a twenty-minute drive away. “Meet in about 45?” She needed time to get herself presentable, after all.

“I’ll be there.” She hoisted herself out of bed after that, taking a quick shower and throwing on clothes after too long of a deliberation. Casual, flirty, sexy was out for just coffee. She decided on nicer jeans, a long-sleeved shirt with a V neck, and black leather flats, twisting her hair up and keeping it secure with her hair clip that looked like skeleton arms. As it was, she was late leaving and nearly walked out of the house without her keys. Can’t go anywhere without those.

The drive to the coffee place was a blur of nervous anticipation and soon she was looking for parking, having already seen him sitting at a table outside of the shop. Finally finding a spot, she got out and walked up.

“Hey, sorry I’m late.” She said and he looked up, setting down his cup and standing to pull her into a hug, pressing his lips to her cheek. Damn, he smelled good.

“It’s perfectly fine, got here not too long ago myself.” He said and she sat down across from him, a server coming over to take her order a moment later.

“So I don’t know what we’re going to talk about.” She admitted with a small, nervous giggle, “We pretty much covered everything last night.”

“I’m fine with just sittin’ here enjoyin’ your company.” Sy said she felt the wide smile pull across her face.

“Son of a bitch.” She said, looking away from him and shaking her head.

“What?” He asked with a chuckle.

“You’re not real, you can’t be. You have to be a paid actor or something.” She said and he gave a laugh.

“I ain’t that, trust me. Besides, even if I was gettin’ paid, I’d give the money back.” He said, giving her a clumsy wink.

“Motherfucker no one is this charming.” That made him laugh again and he was still chuckling when her coffee came. They talked about nothing in particular as they drank their coffee, sitting there long after their cups were empty. “And that’s why I can’t stand horror movies.”

“Makes sense.” Sy said with a shrug, “You understand basic anatomy and you know someone ain’t gonna spray blood from what’s basically a papercut.”

“Also, with Jason Takes Manhattan, subway tracks are alternating current, not direct. He would have been pushed away from the tracks when he touched them, not grafted to them.”

“You sure do know a lot of random trivia.”

“I get bored and I google things.” She said and he snorted.

“Fair enough.” He said, “What’re your plans for the rest of the day?”

“Nothing really, I usually just sleep on the weekends.”

“No errands you gotta run?”

“Adulting is for the weekdays, there’s no adulting on weekends.” She said and something caught her eye, making her look over, but she looked forward quickly again, hiding the side of her face with her hand. “Oh no, please don’t see me.”

“Darlin’?” Sy asked, giving her a questioning look, and the sunlight hitting the table was blocked.

“Heather?” She heard and dropped her hand, looking up and giving him a tense smile.

“David, hi.” She said.

“What’re you doing here? Who’s this?” David asked.

“It’s a coffee shop, I’m having coffee. David, this is Sy. Sy this is my ex-husband, David.” Heather said and Sy moved his head at him.

“Hey.” He said, correctly reading the mood.

“He your new boyfriend, or something?” David asked, giving him a dismissive look.

“Too soon to tell, really.” Sy said, “I like spendin’ time with her, though. Like talkin’ to her. Wouldn’t mind takin’ her out on a proper date, if she’ll have me.”

“Oh my god, Sy.” Heather said with a smile, “Yeah I wouldn’t mind that either.”

“All right, then.” Sy said with a smile and David huffed.

“You know she isn’t going to give you kids, right?” David asked.

“Yeah, I know.” Sy said and shrugged, “And?”

“He’s the one who asked for the divorce, not me.” Heather said and Sy gave an understanding nod.

“I see.” Sy said, “Well, my guy, it’s her body, so it's her choice. She doesn’t want to have kids, then that’s that. She’d be the one carryin’em. I don’t want kids either, so that works out for me.”

“What about your legacy? Who’s going to carry that on?”

“My what?” Sy asked and Heather gave a suffering sigh.

“For the last time, David, you don’t have a legacy. Monarchs have legacies, you have a ten-year-old Corolla and student debt.” She said and Sy snorted. “Now if you don’t mind.” She turned her attention back to Sy, “Where did you want to go?”

“How do you feel about laser tag?” He asked.

“Aren’t you in the Army?”

“I’ll go easy on ya!” He said and she laughed.

“Laser tag sounds like fun.” Heather said, “But I can be bold for a moment?”

“As bold as you wanna be.” Sy said and she beckoned him with a finger, making him lean over the table to get closer to her.

“How about…” She started whispering in his ear, his facial expression ranging from shocked, to amused, to excited.

“Girl, you’re dirty! I accept those terms because either way I win.” He said sitting back again and there was a moment before he looked back up at David. “What’re you still doin’ here? Lady dismissed you.”

“Yeah.” Heather said, “Bye, David.”

[dopegardensaladhuman]

I get such a little thrill when I see you’ve tagged me! It never disappoints. *shrugs* is such a good tag.

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She found him at the base of the mountain, his body twisted and contorted from the fall. He was very much dead, his soul having departed mere hours earlier judging by the fact that his body had yet to break down and the wildlife yet to find his remains for their supper. The hook was still firmly lodged in his forehead, his mouth agape and his eyes open, normally blue hues made milk white with death.

"Oh, August." She sighed, kneeling next to him, "You've made a mess of yourself." Straightening his limbs, she mended his broken bones with the barest of effort, folding his hands on his chest before she started on his most grievous of injuries. Passing her hand over the side of his face, she snapped her fingers by his temple, the warped, twisted, and burned skin becoming smooth again, as if it had never happened.

Grasping the hook, she pulled, ripping it out with a grunt and tossing it aside. The pad of her thumb traced above the killing wound, the skin and bone mending becoming an unmarred expanse.

"Whatever am I to do with you?" Grasping his chin lightly, she opened his mouth just a touch further before she bent over him, inhaling deep as she settled above him, her lips a hairsbreadth from his. Exhaling, his chest inflated and he came to with a gasp, his eyes going wide even as they cleared. He blinked rapidly as she sat back on her calves, brushing her hand over his hair as he gulped in air. "Easy, darling. Steady breaths. You've been gone for a while."

"Hunt--"

"Long since left, I'm afraid." She said, "Probably celebrating his victory somewhere. If he's prone to such things, that is." She helped him sit up, her hand between his shoulders.

"How--" It wasn't surprising that he didn't remember, not even because of the fatal injury, no one ever remembered their death if it came suddenly.

"Not important." She said and he looked at her. "What's important is that you're back, and none the worse for wear. Shall we go?"

"Yeah." He said after a pause and she helped him to his feet, supporting him with his arm over her shoulders as she guided him through the trees.

[dopegardensaladhuman]

This is super cute!

Nina! Since you said you were going to write Mike fics until we've all fallen for him, I hope you don't mind dealing with me thinking about him 😊 So, I was wondering where Mike would take you out on a date. What do you think? 💕

Thank you for the ask, Maja. I never mind anyone talking about Mike with me 😍

So I spent my lunch break thinking about a date with Mike. What a nice surprise…

Hope you enjoy my little drabble:

Mikey x female reader (no race or body type mentioned)

Word count: 648

So, Mikey took you on a date today. After he asked you for the third time you couldn’t tell him no anymore. It wasn’t like you didn’t think he was hot, like you didn’t like him, that made you reject him the first two times. It was more like you feared that you would like him a lot more than you should. But when he looked at you with his puppy eyes you knew you had to give him a chance. You were trained in being heart broken, another time wouldn’t do more harm, right?

When he showed up at your porch you were surprised. He held a single burgundy rose out to you. You hadn’t taken him for a guy gifting flowers, but you liked it and thanked him with a warm smile. “So where are we going?” you asked him after you put the flower into a vase. He gave you a quizzical look “Movies? I thought about taking you to an escape room, but I wasn’t sure if you would have liked that.” You took your purse and stepped out of your door. “Movies is fine. Escape room would have been good either. I like stuff like that.” Mike’s grin got wider. “So this it will be for the second date.” Your heart skipped a beat when you heard him already planning a second date. Maybe he was more serious with you, after all.

With a raised eyebrow you looked at the screen that showed the movie title. “Bloody Clowns of Hell? How romantic!” you remarked, laughing. Mike just shrugged, giving you a crooked smirk. As you suspected the film was a gory slasher, but it was entertaining. And you didn’t mind the opportunity to get closer to Mike with every jump scare. After half an hour he had his arm around your shoulder, and you didn’t think a lot about the movie after that. You just inhaled his aftershave and enjoyed the warmth he radiated.

After the film, Mike went with you to his favorite pub. It was crowded and with all the people talking and the rock music playing, Mike was constantly leaning over to you, his lips only inches from your ear. He was talking about the movie, about college, about music. You had to admit, you really liked being with him. It was easy to talk with him, you felt comfortable. Even when you found his eyes drop from your face to the cleavage of your shirt from time to time, you couldn’t help but smile. “Another beer?” he asked you when you finished your bottle. You shook your head. “I think I want to go home. It’s been getting late.”

So, Mike drove you back to your house. After looking over to you a few times he finally put his hand on your thigh. You smiled and put yours on top. Your fingers entwined. Mike was unusually quiet, and you took this as an opportunity to watch him. He was so handsome, it almost hurt.

He got out with you and when you were at your door you turned to him. “I really enjoyed that evening with you, Mike,” you told him. Mike gave you his sweetest smile and cupped your cheek with his hand. “So would it be okay to kiss you?” Instead of an answer you shut your eyes and closed the distance between you.

As you expected the kiss was nothing gentle or subtle. It was hot and rough and sloppy. And it made you tremble and left you panting when he finally let you go. “Good night, sweetcheeks!” He gave you another small peck. “I hoped the movie would scare you enough so you wouldn’t want to sleep alone…” He gave you a mischievous grin. You laughed. “Well, better choose a horror escape room for next time.” You winked at him and his eyes got wide.

[dopegardensaladhuman]

This cheered up a very grey, overcast day in London!

Something like that - Part 1

Syverson (Sandcastle) x female reader (second-person pov) I tried to be as inclusive as possible (there's always room for improvement, please let me know how to do better...)

summary: this is the sequel to bonfire - Sy is finally taking you on a date

warnings: mentioning of masturbation, fingering, p-i-v sex (non barrier contraception - our sweeties are exclusive and have discussed protection)

word count: 3,5k

A/N: I got asked about the first date that my bonfire Sy promised at the end. Thank you for that, nonnie!😘

And then I started off with an idea, and then there was another, and another.... And when I was at 3,5k words and felt like I was halfway through the story, I decided I had to split this into two parts. So be patient, Sy is not done yet with reader...

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You were smiling when you heard the notification on your phone. Since Sy had taken you home after the night at the bonfire, he sent you a photo of him every morning. And every day these photos were getting more suggestive.

Today was no exception, and you spat your coffee over the table in surprise as you saw the picture of him, holding his mug in position to cover his bits, because - he wasn't wearing anything. A smug smile was playing on his lips. “Tonight's the night,“ was the text he sent you with it. 

You hadn’t been able to see each other all week, but tonight Sy was finally taking you on a date. 

You weren’t exactly nervous, but you had to admit you felt giddy when you thought about seeing him again, knowing that he felt the same for you as you did for him. After this long time of longing, you could finally be together. It wouldn’t be you if you didn’t get a little anxious.

What if this isn’t going the way you had dreamed about it so often? What if Sy realizes he doesn’t like you that much? What if you said something stupid…?

But then you tried to calm yourself down. You had been talking to each other every night and it went great. You had never laughed so much with a guy and this was something that you really could get used to. 

It was exactly 6pm when you heard the loud noise of a motorcycle. You looked out to the street and in fact, Sy was parking a bike in front of your house. A minute later the bell rang, and you were answering through the intercom. “Third floor” you told him and pressed the button to open the door.

You just realized how stupid it was to say that. He must have visited Megan in this apartment before, they were friends for years. 

You opened the door to your apartment and Sy was almost there, taking two steps at once. He wasn’t even out of breath when he stood before you, smiling. 

“Hi, beautiful!” he greeted you and gave you a small peck on your cheek. 

“Is this all I get?” you pouted at him, and with his smile growing wider, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. The kiss he pressed onto your lips now was nothing like that first one. It was fierce and greedy and hot. You opened your mouth for him and his tongue immediately started exploring and tasting you. 

When you finally pulled back, you both gasped for air and both of you were smiling like idiots. 

“So, we’re riding your bike?” you asked him with a raised eyebrow. Sy didn’t let you know what he had planned for you, so deciding what to wear was difficult enough. But now you stood there in your sundress and knew it wasn’t the right decision after all. 

Sy nodded with a guilty look on his face. 

„Sorry, last-minute decision. My truck let me down once again. So, it’s either my bike or you driving.“ He shrugged, looking apologetic.  

„I’m fine with the bike. Just come in for a minute, so I can get changed.“ You stepped back from the door to let him in. Sy rubbed his hand over his scalp and this shy gesture melted your heart.

As he entered your apartment you took in his appearance. He was wearing a blue Henley shirt that accentuated his beautiful eyes. Tight-fitting jeans hugged his thighs exactly in the right places. And the brown leather jacket could hardly hide what a bulk of a man he was. You were a lucky girl for sure!

You gestured for him to sit down as you hurried into your bedroom. There were piles of clothes spread over your bed, and you grabbed a simple black shirt and some skinny jeans. A minute later, you were back at Sy and, considering the way his eyes traveled over your curves, you had made the right choices.

You took your leather jacket and your backpack and held out your hand for Sy. He took it with a grin and let you try to pull him up from your couch. He didn't help with his weight, so you didn't stand a chance. Instead, Sy snorted and pulled at your arm himself, and you found yourself on his lap the next second. 

"I like you on top of me!" he whispered in your ear with his voice even lower than usual. Then he started to kiss you once more.

Right when you thought your date would both start and end with the two of you making out on your couch, Sy got up with you still cradled in his arms. He carried you to your door where he let you back down to your feet slowly. "Let's get you something to eat, sugar!" he told you and pressed a kiss on your nose. 

It had been a while since you were sitting on a motorbike, but with your arms around Sy's waist, you felt like it was the best place to be in the world. 

You enjoyed the wind in your hair and the scents that filled your nose as Sy drove you along fields and meadows.

After some time, the scenery changed into mountains. The road took a lot of turns and curves that made you enjoy the ride even more, as you clung to Sy’s body every time he tilted the bike around the corners.

Another fifteen minutes later, you saw where Sy was taking you to. There was a huge ferris wheel and other rides, crowds of people making their way around food stalls and stages.

When he stopped the engine, you hopped down onto the ground, your legs still trembling from the vibrations of the bike ride. Sy immediately wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed your forehead.

"You good?" he asked and you just nodded. Another small peck on your temple and then Sy guided you through the crowds. He asked you where you wanted to go first. You didn't need time to think about it, a smile plastered over your face as you turned to the huge swing ride. 

"Oh fuck!" Sy groaned as he realized. "I've never been in one of those. I can't promise I won't get sick." You chuckled as you saw that big bear of a man nervously gulping as he watched the chairs flying around the pole. 

"Come on, Sy! You can hold my hand if it makes you feel better!" you teased him. You couldn't believe this was what made the big army captain feel anxious. And it amused you way more than it should.

When you were seated, you held out your arm, and you couldn't help but fall even more for him as you felt Sy's big warm hand wrapping around yours. 

Just another minute later, all the doubts were washed away from Sy's face and he was grinning from ear to ear as your chairs whirled over the festival grounds. He even asked you for a second round. 

But after that, you could convince him to get some food. You strolled along the stalls and decided to get some burgers.

Sy ate two of them and helped you with your fries when you couldn't fit any more into you. Smiling, you brushed some barbecue sauce from his beard and kissed him.

When you both had finished your meal, you meandered around the stands, holding hands. Sy got you some cotton candy and you headed to a calmer area at the side of the fair, where the two of you sat down on the grass. After you put the last bit of sugary fluff into your mouth, Sy licked over your lips, stealing a kiss from you.

"You're the sweetest thing, darlin" he drawled into your ear, brushing his lips once more over your neck. Goosebumps spread all over your skin.

"Good decision?" he asked you, smiling.

You mirrored the soft look on his face. "Letting you take me on a date? Definitely yes!" you nudged your elbow playfully into his ribs, but he didn’t even flinch.

Sy chuckled. "I was more thinking about if you liked the festival but good to know you don't regret that night at the bonfire yet."

You saw the mischief in his eyes, he knew exactly what he made you feel. But that didn’t stop him from teasing you further. “How about my messages? Did you like those, too?” 

Oh, yes, you did like them, a lot. You noticed heat crawling up your neck when you thought about that last picture he sent you this morning. And what you did after you saw it. His grin only got wider as he watched you, standing there with red ears, not answering.

“What?” he asked, laughing. You cleared your throat. Somehow you desperately needed a sip of water. Sy cheekily grinned at you, his eyebrows raised. 

“I liked them,” you simply said. But Sy didn’t let go of that topic. “How much did you like that last one?” Without even noticing, you bit your lip as you thought about that selfie that showed almost every benefit Sy’s body had. You couldn’t fight back a small laugh. “Too much” you murmured.

That was undoubtedly what Sy was hoping for. “Tell me what it did to you, sugar.” His voice was deep as he dragged out his words. 

Okay, he wouldn’t let go, he wanted you to tell him. So, it was time to be bold: 

“I went back into my bedroom after I cleaned up the coffee that I spat all over the kitchen.” You were pleased as you noticed that tiny bit of surprise on Sy’s face over your confession. But this was just for a second before his expression fell back to the smug smile that you knew so well by now.

You didn’t think his voice could drop any lower, but it did. “What did you do in your bedroom?” Damn, he really wanted you to say it. Cheeky bastard! Maybe it was time to make him shut up.

“I dropped my panties and got rid of my shirt, too. Then I got my favorite toy out of my night stand. I put my phone with your photo on my pillow, started to tease myself with that rabbit vibrator and pinched my nipples with my other hand. I edged myself for several minutes, but then I came hard all over my hand, thinking of you.”

Now it was on you to give him a mischievous grin. Sy’s face showed something entirely different. His eyes were wide and dark. His gaze appeared to be hungry, almost feral.

Sy’s Adam’s apple bopped as he swallowed hard. “We need to get away from here, now!” he said. “I need you somewhere where we’re alone” The way he said it made you press your thighs together in an unsuccessful attempt to keep your composure. You needed him, and he needed you.

You pulled him close and the kiss you pressed onto his lips was probably a little too much of PDA, but you just didn't care. 

And Sy didn’t care either apparently. He got to his feet, pulling you with him. And as he guided you back to his motorcycle, the whole way back to the parking lot he couldn't keep his hands to himself. You felt them on the small of your back, on your arms, on your hips… 

Without any further words, you got onto his bike. You were certain that Sy would bring you to his home, but after only a few minutes you realized he was driving in a different direction. You asked yourself where you were heading as Sy took a turn onto a narrow dirt road. The road led you through some woods and you were really glad that you trusted Sy. This wasn't a typical location choice for a first date.

But when Sy stopped his motorcycle, you were in awe. There was a cute little cabin in front of you, right by the edge of a lake. It had a wooden walkway that stretched from the house to the water. 

Sy wordlessly guided you to the pier. He couldn't have used his mouth to talk because he just didn't stop spilling kisses all over your neck and shoulders.

While maneuvering you onto the deck, he managed to take off your jacket as well as his own. He threw both of them carelessly onto the floor.

"Sy, this is beautiful!" you told him and he just hummed in approval into your ear as he started lapping on your earlobe.

A gasp escaped your mouth at the sensation. That was a weak spot of yours. And Sy immediately took note of it and used it against you. Soon he had you squirming in his arms. 

He led you to sink onto a large sun lounger and followed you, kneeling between your thighs. Sy definitely had just one goal right now and you couldn’t blame him. You had teased him just a little too much.

He worked on your jeans and after he was still struggling with the tight piece of clothes a minute later, you took pity on him and helped him to get the stubborn fabric down your thighs. Your shirt, on the other hand, was no challenge for Sy and so you were finally spread out in front of him, only in your panties and bra.

You had chosen your best set of lingerie for him, but Sy couldn’t have cared less right now. He opened your bra and tossed it to the side, sinking his face between your boobs. 

His hands roamed over your sides, his fingers brushing with surprising tenderness over the swell of your breasts, your ribs and your waist. When they found the elastics of your panties, your last piece of garment was gone, too. As he sank his head further down your stomach, you stopped him. Sy gave you a displeased grunt as you tugged on his neck and pulled him up to your face again.

“I’ll let you do whatever you have on your mind in a minute, but please let me enjoy the view, too!” you purred. You tugged on his shirt and Sy took the hint in a second and hopped out of his clothes as fast as he could. 

You couldn’t suppress a needy whimper as he towered over you, his cock standing proud between his thighs. The last time you had him naked in front of you, it was dark and you were nervous and confused. You were still a bit nervous, but this time you took your time to take in his breathtaking appearance.

“Like what you see?” he asked, his smug grin once more showing. You bit your lip and pulled him down to you.

“I like it very much. Now show me what it feels like.” You cupped his butt cheeks in a firm grip and grinded your hips up to him. You moaned as you felt his erection press against you. But Sy pulled out of your embrace as he lay down on his side next to you.

“Let me take care of you first, sugar,” he rustled in between placing soft kisses all over your throat and chest. His hand moved over your thighs and with gentle pressure on your knee, he parted them. You squirmed as his fingers made their way back up your inner thighs. Then they finally helped you ease the ache that throbbed in your core.

Sy’s fingers brushed through your slick folds and circled your clit, enticing desperate moans from you. Sy answered your sounds with a deep groan himself. His other hand joined his ministrations on your pussy, he gathered your arousal and then pushed one finger into you.

Your head fell back. As if he could sense your needs, he hit every spot just right. A second finger joined, and with every pump, you felt the tension building inside of you. A few more jolts and you snapped, your rapture washing over you.

Still trying to catch your breath, you opened your eyes to see that cheeky bastard’s face over you, his grin showing how pleased he was with what he’d done to you. He bent down for a heated kiss and moved to settle between your legs once more.

He positioned himself and then you felt how he sank into you. Taking his time, he slowly stretched your walls, inch for inch until he was finally buried in you to the hilt.

A deep growl rustled through his chest. “Taking me so well, princess!” he praised you. His strokes were slow. Too slow. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pressed your heels into his back. “Please!” you whimpered.

“So needy! What do you want, sugar? Use your words!” He stopped moving completely and gazed deeply into your eyes. He really got off by teasing you, wanted to hear you plead. 

“Damn, Sy, stop making love and start fucking me!” 

He chuckled satisfied and then he fulfilled your wish. His arms wrapped around your legs and pulled your hips up to him. He lay your calves on his shoulders and started to pound hard into you. The sounds of your bodies slamming together mixed with your pants and moans. Drops of sweat were running down Sy’s temples. 

He spread his thighs further apart and with this he slammed into you even deeper than before. You watched his abs spasm with every thrust. His movements got more erratic. His grunts were desperate and shaky now. Just seeing him like this pushed you close to your second orgasm. 

“Just like that!” you begged. “Please, I’m so close!” Sy moaned loudly at your confession. He tried to keep up his rhythm and finally, he felt your walls clench around his cock as he had brought you over the edge. 

Sy pulled back, letting your ass and legs sink back onto the mattress. You winced in protest as he slipped out of you, but Sy pressed a hard kiss onto your lips. “Shhh, darlin.” he muttered. He towered between your legs and pumped himself, watching you as you lay before him in post orgasmic bliss. He needed just a few strokes and then thick ropes of cum spurted over your stomach and tits. With his hips quivering, he pressed the last drops of his semen out of him and then he slumped down next to you. 

He pressed a kiss onto your temple and took some deep breaths. As you started to move, he stopped you by pressing a hand on your shoulder.

“Wait, darlin!” he told you. “Please, let me take a photo of you!” He sounded so casual for asking something so filthy, you just couldn’t suppress a laugh. 

“What, really?” You felt shy, but also kind of proud. The thought that he wanted to keep a memory of him marking you like that, felt strangely exciting.

You felt heat burning up your neck, but you nodded. Sy got up with a broad smile on his face and searched through his clothes that were spread all over the deck. He came back with his phone in his hand and pressed another small peck on your cheek before he leaned back and took some photos of you. You turned your head away, but Sy reassured you.

“You’re the most gorgeous thing ever, darlin! You can’t imagine what these pictures will do to me whenever I’m going to miss you.” 

That made you laugh. You turned back to Sy, as he lay down beside you again. “I’m pretty sure I know what you will do with these pictures, Sy!” you told him, grinning. Sy mirrored your expression and winked. “The same thing as you did with my picture, sugar. We’re even now.” 

You stirred on the lounger, slowly feeling more uncomfortable. You were still naked, it was getting colder and you still had Sy’s cum all over you. 

“Sy...” you asked, “do I have to worry about the owner coming around the corner with a rifle or can we actually get into that cabin?”

Sy realized your struggle, and got up with a guilty grimace showing on his face. 

“Stay, I’ll get you something to clean up.” he said. You admired his backside as he was wandering around on the pier in his birthday suit.

He grabbed his jacket and fished for some keys in its pocket. As he unlocked the door he turned to you, grinning. "My cousin owns the cabin, he knows we're here, so you should be safe."

A minute later, Sy came back with some towels in his arm and to your disappointment one wrapped around his waist. He sat down beside you and cleaned the reminiscents of his climax from your skin with a warm washcloth. Then he wrapped you up in a soft towel and kissed you softly.

to be continued…