#sy in the gym

[geralts-yenn]

I'm dead

[vixivulpixel]

Fancyono!

[exchangersilverr]

He missed you enough to sulk. ...it's adorable, honestly. I'd almost wager he has a puppy crush on you. /t

Ahh, we'll live. You really shouldn't worry. It passed quickly.

We're only on gym 7 and const 4. It's gone slow. We've got three shinies, working on a fourth, and only two are on the team. Arcanine just doesn't have a slot above Ceruledge...

I ADORE Meowscarada and Arboliva. Gardevoir, too. Maybe I should make my own team... Or my own save. I don't think I'd actually finish the game, but they have the same transmasc energy I have~. 🎙️

Aww I'm sorry I disappeared ;; I just haven't had this level of excitement for a game since SuMo and I wanted to go in blind and 🥺

If you insist ;o;

Ha, maybe I've gotten a little "unlucky" with shinies then; my first one was pretty early into the game, but the second was after I'd already done all the Gyms, thankfully by that point I'd only had 4 Team members sorted and it fit in nicely. I need a Grass-type ideally, but none of the Grass-types are... sticking out to me.

I feel like Meowscarada could potentially grow on me, but to me it feels... disappointing? Albeit expected. It was the one final Starter evo that got spoiled for me lol. Floragato I love though! And Gardevoir's always a great one c:

If you don't have the energy, you don't have the energy, but if you ever do just wanna run around in your own save, the option is always there for ya!

[luminiamore]

basketball player ony x black spiritual reader

warnings: he sucks the soul out yo p**sy!

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The beginning of your second semester was in just a few days and to say you were excited was an understatement. Right before the first semester ended, you had undergone a ‘second’ spiritual awakening, as you like to call it. You decided you were tired of meaningless sex, worn out from talking to random guys, knowing they were leading nowhere; it never felt aligned with your spirit. The man you were having a fling with was supposed to be just that, a fling. But, of course, you ended up catching feelings.

It was ironic since you were the one who labeled it so as not to catch feelings, but of course, the universe reminded you that your soul wasn’t like that. Sex was an extremely big deal for you, so while he was attractive and could put it down better than the average man, his lack of appreciation was evident. His disrespect left you no choice but to sever ties completely; you blocked him on all socials, removing him from your life completely.

That same week, you had taken the time to really connect with the spiritual side of yourself again. You went back to doing shadow work to confront and shed your limiting beliefs while unpacking your trauma. Starting meditation again became a part of your daily routine, and you even started watching podcasts giving advice on how to liberate yourself from your past.

You started to take care of your physical health, too, signing up for a gym membership and eating full meals with a lot of protein to get your ass right. You were feeling like yourself again, and the feeling of liberation it brought was profound.

You had reevaluated your opinion and feelings toward money, too, deciding that every cent spent would be towards elevating your life one way or another. The universe, naturally rewarded your high vibration, drawing abundance to you in unprecedented ways. Your college sent you a generous check of $10,000, which you ensured was put to good use.

And fast forward just two months into your second semester, it was.

Your life had ascended to an entirely new level: your lashes were consistently sitting pretty, you were opting for waxing every 3-4 weeks, and your wardrobe underwent a complete overhaul- all in shades of pink, of course.

While you always prioritized your hygiene with the money your parents provided you with, now it was tenfold. You invested in new skincare and body care, and your hair flaunted a freshly laid style every 2-3 weeks. Your appearance radiated beauty, mirroring the inner confidence you felt. Thanks to your mindset, showed up as your best self every day.

In your macroeconomics class, you pondered all this, sitting adorable in a light pink tracksuit. The zipper of your sweater was slightly lowered, revealing your perky breasts, while a subtle smile graced your full brown glossed lips. You snapped out of your daze when you heard a whisper of your name from behind you.

“Y/n,” his deep, husky voice caused an immediate reaction within you. Your body moved on its own accord to face him, Onyankopon. Your attraction toward him grew slowly but gradually; it crept up on you unexpectedly. You remember when you first looked at him, immediately struck by his towering stance and commanding presence.

Despite your own tall stature, standing at an impressive 5’8, you were accustomed to men around your height or just slightly taller. It came as a surprise when you found yourself having to crane your neck to meet his gaze. What made your panties drop was his need to bend down slightly to catch your soft-spoken words. This was new.

The universe has to be testing you. What other reason could there possibly be? The way he looked at you, so deep into your soul when he asked you a question about the group project your professor assigned. His gentle manner of speaking made it feel as though it was just the two of you in the entire classroom. It had to be a test.

You’re tuned back into the classroom atmosphere when a large tatted hand waves slowly in your face. Blinking rapidly, you immediately chide yourself inwardly for having been caught staring straight at him without saying anything.

“Oh, sorry,” you murmur, avoiding his intense gaze. You silently plead with the universe, questioning why he had to look at you like that.

Ony chuckles at your embarrassment, he found you adorable. “You good, mama. But for our project, we’d set up a biomass service with an active but limited government, right?” his head tilts curiously as he addresses you, getting lost in your perfect face.

“Uh- yea. We’d have market prices to help fund it, too,” you whispered back to him, missing the way his eyes were studying your face. To him, you are stunning beyond measure. When he first introduced himself, he felt that beautiful was too inadequate of a word to describe you. He couldn’t stop himself from getting lost in your captivating energy.

Too entranced, he simply nodded at your answer, licking his lips while looking at yours. Your professor ended the class early today, assigning an assignment based on a textbook specifically meant for that class—a textbook you hadn’t bothered to spend your money on.

After packing your belongings, you made your way to the front of the class to sign your name in for attendance; while doing so, you heard the sugary voice of your professor,

“You know the project is due in around two weeks, so I wanted to check in on you and see how your progress with your group is so far,”

The minute she said this, an almost forgotten idea came into your head as you quickly replied, “Oh, right! I wanted to ask you to look over what we have so far, to make sure we’re on the right path.”

She immediately nodded affirmatively, “Of course, show me.”

You swiftly pulled out your laptop with a smile, expecting it to open instantly since you had just closed it. To your dismay, you were wrong— so wrong. Glancing around the almost empty classroom, you turned your attention to your computer to figure out exactly why it was taking so long to open, only to find the word ‘updating’ displayed. This prompted frown to crease on your face. I just closed it. Why is it updating now? you thought.

You sensed his presence before laying eyes on him, feeling his towering and imposing figure approach from directly behind you. Instinctively you pressed your full hips against the desk you were leaning on to not accidentally graze him. He was so big though; you knew if you turned around you wouldn’t find much space between the two of you. he stood right next to you.

You glanced around the room once more, only to find it empty. Inwardly rolled your eyes, you couldn’t help but attribute this to the universe when you peeked back at your laptop and found the PowerPoint for your project finally displayed on your screen.

Interrupting the conversation Ony and your professor were having about his last basketball game of the season, you turned your computer to show your professor all the slides you had finished. What you didn’t anticipate was Ony also looking at it.

You could sense his gaze on you, observing your every move as you flipped through the slides, listening to the praise your professor bestowed upon you after each one. When you finally finished and stood up straight, you turned to look up at him, only to find him already staring at you, his expression one of awe. Time seemed to freeze for a good minute as you locked eyes with him. The tension between you was palpable, so thick that for a moment, you wondered if your professor could sense it too, as she continued to praise the work you had done, casting a glance at both of you with a small smile on her face.

You quickly looked away and closed your computer once more, placing it in your knitted tote bag that was decorated in pink bows. Fuck.

You were planning on leaving, not wanting to overstay when you noticed he asked a question to clarify your research paper due a month from now. You couldn’t excuse yourself just yet because although the question was for him specifically, she addressed both of you when she answered.

You think that if you stayed this close to him for another minute, your slick would drip down on the floor from how wet you were getting, especially from the casual glances he kept sending your way while your professor rambled on.

When she finished, you didn’t hesitate to leave, wishing her a good weekend without acknowledging Ony, too afraid you might embarrass yourself. Once again, he simply glanced at you, admiring how your ass looked so plump and fat in the pretty tracksuit you wore. Your colorful waist beads and dermal piercings only adding onto your irresistible allure.

He found himself needing to adjust his sweats, feeling his bulge growing larger as his thoughts drifted to how he simply wanted to hold you, love you—he yearned to consume you completely. You were driving him insane.

You knew of your crush on Ony, but you had ignored it knowing how intense your feelings could become when you liked someone. You just started your spiritual journey again; you didn’t have the time to like someone. You were determined not to entertain it, but with each encounter during your class and even occasionally seeing him outside of class, the urge to get closer to him only intensified.

You went about the rest of classes for the day seamlessly, trying to forget about the 6’7 man that began consuming your mind on a daily basis. Fortunately, you hadn’t seen him for the rest of the day, which you were grateful for, you didn’t know if your panties could handle anymore.

The moment you opened the door to your studio apartment, your beautiful black cat greeted you instantly.

“Hi, my baby,” you cooed as you bent down slightly to pet her. She greatly accepted the attention, instantly trilling at you and rolling over on her back to showcase her stomach.

Later that night you promptly took a cold shower, cleansing your body of all the energies that had attached themselves to you from spending all day around people. Once done, you wrapped your pink towel around your body and sat on the edge of your bed to light your Venus Rose incense. This was your peace.

You reached over to your bedside table, taking your strawberry hemp lotion and treating your body to a much need massage. Then, you grabbed your shea butter baby oil and repeated the same process. Opting to stay naked for the night, you settled back on your silk pillows and basked in the moment.

Your moment was interrupted by a sudden ding on your phone. You smiled when you realized who it was. it was from one of your closest friends, your only friend after you had removed all the toxic people from your life, checking up on you.

Her name was Josefina, and that girl was your rock. one of the few people in your life that encouraged your growth and wasn’t afraid to call you out on your shit when you weren’t on top of game. And of course, you did the same for her. You hadn’t told her about this crush yet, and honestly you were nervous to do so.

“So, i have to tell you something,” you start after you both had been rambling on the phone for about 20 minutes. She gives you a look that can only be described as, ‘what now’. You have a reputation for relying on your intuition and making decisions based on your feelings, but she didn’t judge. Instead, she simply tilted her head and nodded, indicating that she was listening attentively.

“I have a crush on this guy in my group for the big project I told you about. his name is Ony and he is so tall and big girl, oh my god,” you let out a slight squeal as you drift off into a daydream about him.

She giggles at your reaction and lets out a small sigh of relief, which you notice.

“Bitch, i thought you went back to the dread-head you were fucking”, you shoot her a disgusted glance at the mere suggestion, causing her to laugh even harder before she goes on, “I know you don’t like confrontation, so let’s start small, yeah? You have an assignment due next week, right? Just ask him for the textbook since you don’t have it.”

Your eyes widen, and you start making small kissing noises through the screen as if she were there to receive them. “I love you so bad, i’m gonna give you a big kiss when i see you,” she returns the sentiment with a flushed face before you move on to another topic. You both stay on the phone for another hour, discussing your beliefs and interests. This was how it always was with her; you never felt the need to prove yourself, it was effortless to just be yourself.

The weekend arrived swiftly, almost unexpectedly so. With the looming threat of a failing grade and the risk of plummeting from a 3.7 GPA to a mere 2, the only option left was to muster the courage and text your crush, requesting the textbook you desperately needed.

You pull his number from the group chat that included everyone in your group and immediately got to work.

Your heart was beating abnormally fast, you’re going to his dorm. The same thought repeated in your mind at least 30 times before you actually got up and started getting ready. You search through your closet and select a pink tube top that fits snugly around your chest, pairing it with a long, flowing black skirt that grazes the floor. Naturally, you accessorize your outfit with a variety of waist beads and a jade Buddha necklace.

You swiftly fix the baby hairs on your black curly lace and send Ony your location, with a small text of ‘I'm ready,’ accompanying. When he notified you that the Uber had arrived, you hurriedly slipped on your beach sandals and grabbed your laptop and keys. The ride felt long, your nerves ramping up with each passing moment. Finally arriving on campus, you made your way to his dorm room and knocked. As the door opened, your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him, shirtless. Gray sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips, his fat bulge just staring at you.

Why? Why is it so big?

It felt as if time stood still in that moment, and you could only hope for the universe’s mercy.

“Come in, mama” he urges you in with a hand on your lower waist, lightly grazing your dermal piercings. Ony felt weak in the knees when you walked through his door. You were tempting him. With your pretty belly ring of the Ankh symbol twinkling at him. His mind went straight to the rapid movements they would make once he had your smooth legs on his shoulders, feeding you deep thrusts. You were tempting him, you had to be.

“You don’t have a roommate?” You look around the large tidy dorm, but you realized you only saw one set of keys by the door. He takes your laptop and keys and places it on the small wooden desk in front of his couch, right next to the textbook you needed.

He hums, “Nah, I need my privacy,” He grabs your hand and sits you down right next to him. You felt shivers run down your spine from the mere heat coming off of his palm. “You want some water before we start, mama?”

You flush at the pet name he always uses and look down at your classic french nails. “No, thank you Ony.”

Ony didn’t like when you avoided his stare, he wanted to see your beautiful brown eyes. He wanted to see your soul.

“Can you look at me?” He whispers and runs a crooked finger under your chin and tilts it towards him. Your lips were so plump and he held back a groan when you released a small gasp at his action. Your eyes flicker between your nails and his eyes until they finally relax into his gaze.

You could get lost in the way he looks at you, so sinful and passionate. The passion you’ve been longing for. Ony sensed this as he gives a sly smile, “There you go, good girl.”

Fuck. You’re sure the thong you put on 30 minutes ago were already drenched in your mess. If you had the bet, they probably stained your skirt too. That’s the effect he had on you. Ony was in the same boat you were, he knew what he was doing when he put on those gray sweats before he opened the door. Once you glanced down for a split second at his lap and quickly looked up, avoiding his stare yet again, he knew his plan had worked. You can’t get anything past him.

“You want it baby? I’ll give it to you. All you need to do is ask.” His hand began gripping your throat slowly, but firm. You gasped as he pulled you towards him. You were a breath away from his lips, and honestly you couldn’t take the tension anymore.

“O-Ony- We have to work on-” He cuts off your stumbled words before you could finish.

“But you want it, right?” He noticed the way you rubbed your thighs together when he tightened his grip on your throat. He leans to give a small peck to your adam’s apple causing you to grip his shoulders, his big shoulders. “Tell me you want it Y/n.”

“Please- ah!” Ony sucked on a particular sweet spot, hard. He tried to wait until you were at least half way done with the assignment, but how dare you? How dare you come into his dorm looking the way you did? And you expected him not to rip everything off of you and ravage your entire being? Silly you.

That’s how you found yourself in your current position On your back with your lace thong hanging off the tip of his TV and your thighs suffocating his head as he completely sucked the soul out of your clit. Ony was a desperate man, and after one taste of the heavenly slick between your legs, he couldn’t function properly anymore without being in it.

“Oh f-fuck Ony-” He hummed encouragingly and licked faster, eager to taste your cum, eager to see your twisted face when you cum for him.

“You got it, mama. Fuck you taste so good.” You couldn’t handle the pressure you felt, his tongue was eating you so fast. You let out a sinful moan when his tongue started moving in and out of your little quivering hole. Your back arched up off the couch as you grind your lower hips on his wet face. You were dripping everywhere.

You didn’t know what to grab, your hands scrambling around your pretty tits to the couch then back to your tits again. You couldn’t think- you had no thoughts in your brain but Ony and more.

Something was coming, you felt the boiling heat in your lower stomach. And Ony knew what was coming when your angelic mewls started getting shaky and you began pushing your hips away from the onslaught on your poor drenched pussy. He wasn’t having any of that, he tightens his grip on your hips right below your waist beads.

“S-shit I’m- Oh fuck. Ony I-” He somehow went faster, his tongue rolling all over your engorged bud. He ignored your attempts to tap out, he just wanted to please you. Can’t you see that? Why were you running away from him?

“Don’t run Y/n.” The mere octave in his voice caused a broken whimper to escape your messy glossed lips. You were an absolute mess, just from his skillful tongue alone. Your wig slightly lifting, your breathing erratic and irregular, drool now falling, and your arousal overflowing onto both his face and couch. Ony liked you like this. No, he loved you like this.

Your mouth opened into a silent scream, you came unexpectedly rapid. There was no warning when you did, you saw white spots in your vision and wailed out “Ony!”You just gave Ony everything you had, cream and squirt, and Ony, like the greedy man he was, took it all. Unashamedly so.

You thought he would stop after your hips stuttered and bucked for the fifth time in a row, but it’s a good thing you don’t get paid for thinking.

Ony grunted out in between what he decided was his meal, sending heavy shockwaves against your dripping core, “Don’t wanna-” Slurp. “Can’t fuck you without-” Slurp. “Taking you out first.” Squelch. “So let me eat you, okay, mama?” Squish. “You can take it, I know you can.”

You felt your clit twitch in his warm mouth. Ony wanted more from you, so, he took his long middle finger and easily slipped it inside your fluttering hole. Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull and you choked out another loud cry.

He started slow, barely reaching deep in you but he got mesmerized at the way your pussy juice was leaking onto his palm, so he gradually went faster. He wanted more. He latched onto your clit again and coaxes another tatted finger inside of you, splitting apart your warm walls. He became obsessed with the strangled noises you sung out.

“Oh-Oh god. Ah!” You squeal when he curls his fingers against your g-spot and abuses the spongy spot repeatedly. You couldn’t take it. You think you were hyperventilating, but he somehow managed to keep you calm when he intertwined his fingers with yours gently. His dynamic was making your mind scramble. The way he sucked the life out of you while gently caressing your soft hands couldn’t be normal.

You were becoming breathless when you felt the same fire from before come back, tenfold. You were going to lose it.

Ony encouraged you with a muffled voice, “Yeah baby, just like that. Come for me, I’m right here.” He didn’t want to let up for a second. Your body listens against your minds will. You knew you were safe, drenching his face in your essence felt safe. You scream out one last breathy moan before Ony pulls away from your sticky fat pussy lips.

If he didn’t stop now, the girthy cock he had in his pants would’ve have completely battered your pussy in the next second. And like he told you, he wanted to court you first. You gasp and fall down heavily on your back, your breathing loud as you try and catch your shaky breaths.

“You good?” He asks as he looks up at your blissed out face from his kneeled position. This nigga is not serious. Asking if you’re good after he just obliterated your pussy before he even got to fuck you. You didn’t respond, only gave him an exasperated look, which he chuckled at.

“I didn’t want to see you like this before I properly asked you out. But, you just looked so pretty.” He begins as he gets up and walks a few feet away from you to get you some water and a wet wipes. If Ony hadn’t left you temporarily immobilized you would’ve covered your face in embarrassment.

“You make me weak Y/n, and I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t take this chance. Let me take you on a date..please?” He sounded so vulnerable, his voice had a hint of pleading attached to it. You wanted this man so bad, it was impossible for you to say no. He cleaned you up as he awaited your answer with high breaths of anxiety.

You whisper in a hoarse voice, “Yes- yes Ony.” You pull him down towards you and wrap your thighs around his waist. You smiled as your mind went back to the Tarot reading you did last week that promised love in the near future. Maybe, just maybe, this was it. Ony could do nothing but fall harder.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Follow You Anywhere 5

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, controlling behavoiour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You’re online existence threatens to leak into your real life.

Characters: Captain Syverson

Note: still sick but still craving dick.

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You drain the glass of water and cling to it. You’re at a loss of what to do next. You’re not just trapped by this man, you’re bound up in fear. It’s a real life horror movie. 

You stand and blink long and hard, trying to steady yourself. You turn, your legs stiff and straight, your movement slow as if walking through sludge. You stop and sway as you find Sy watching you from the doorway. 

No wonder you never noticed him before. He’s so quiet, you didn’t even know he was still in the room. Well, he is a soldier after all. That fact chills you more than anything. Even if you were more formidable, you still wouldn’t have a hope. 

He wears only a pair of thin gym shorts, low on his hips and displaying his thick stomach. He’s not really fat, just burly. He’s got hair fron chest to waistline, his stomach boxy with muscle but not perfectly defined. His arms are hug and bulge without flexing. 

You gulp and look down at the empty glass and walk forward. 

“I can get that, sweetie,” he offers as you come close. 

“No, it’s okay,” you murmur, “I gotta... finish up a few things anyhow.” 

He doesn’t move. His large body blocks the exit and you poke your tongue out to wet your dry lips. His eyes narrow on your mouth and he releases a heavy exhale. 

“Excuse me,” you voice quavers, “I’m just tryna... get past.” 

“Sweetie, you sound tired, maybe you should lay down,” he reaches for you and you flinch. You see him hesitate before he closes the gap, rubbing your arm with his large hand. “Hm, I could rub your feet, we could talk. We got a lot of catching up to do.” 

“I... M-maybe later, this project is a big one,” you lie. It’s really nothing. A sixty-dollar edit you could do in your sleep. “It’s a bit early, anyway, right?” 

His hand lingers as he looks down at you. His thick fingertips flutter up your shoulder and along your neck. He turns his knuckles to graze your throat before he frames your chin. 

“You’re much prettier in person, you know that?” He purrs, “especially when you smile.” 

Your lip quivers as goosebumps raise on the back of your arms, “thanks, Sy. Um, sorry, can I get through?” 

He rubs your jaw with his thumb and tilts his head. Finally he drops his hand and sighs, smacking the side of his leg as he backs up, angling to offer just enough room for your escape. As you step out, you can’t help but brush against him. 

“Mmm,” he hums, “you smell like flowers.” 

You grip the glass even tighter, “thanks.” 

“Everything about you is just so...” he trails after you, right at your heels, “perfect.” 

You don’t know what to say to that. It’s a sweet compliment but it really doesn’t feel like it. He follows you to the kitchen, once more planting himself in the doorway, his hand on the frame as he watches you. You cough and rinse the glass, leaving it beside the sink. 

You face him again and wring your hands. As you near, he moves without being told. You skirt around him and sit at the table. You try not to shake as you open the laptop. You pause but resist the urge to look around. Where’s your phone? 

You do your best to bottle up every thought. You don't want him to sense your panic. You need to stay calm until a chance comes up. You don’t know what or when, but it has to. 

You click onto Adobe Suite and reload the same project as before. He just stands there, by the wall. You're too nervous to check if he’s looking at you.  

You hear a peculiar tapping and Aika slithers past her owner. As she approaches, you swallow and brace yourself. She sits beside you and puts her head in your lap. You gape down, in relief and surprise, and daintily touch her head. 

“She likes you a lot,” he beams and walks around the other side of the table. He drags a chair out and sits, “I told her all about you. She was over there too. Sniffin’ out IEDs.” 

“Oh,” you glance at him over the laptop. “Wow.” 

A pang stabs your chest. For a moment, you feel bad for him. You can’t begin to imagine what he saw in a war. You presume being far from home is never easy but that’s all so much more intense. 

“Yeah, tough, but we made it through,” he proclaims, “easier to get on when you got something to come home to.” 

You nod and look at the screen. This is all sorts of messed up. How stupid are you? Why couldn’t you just keep a journal? Why did you have to stream your stupid life to the stupid internet? You just assumed that no one would care. Like usual. 

You drag your fingers around the touch pad, trying to focus on the actual work. That's the only real escape you have. You need to think about anything else. 

“I thought... I thought you made your money from your videos,” he says as pushes his shoulders back, his figure broader than the chair. 

“Mm, no. Um, you know, not many viewers. I edit for other people. Pictures, videos,” you answer. It’s easier to talk when you keep it clinical. “Weddings, stuff like that.” 

“Ah,” he sniffs, “well, not about how many followers you got, just that they’re good people, huh?” 

“Sure, uh, yeah,” you sputter. 

“You okay, sweetie?” His tone sharpens. 

“Sorry, I'm just... working,” your lip twitches. “You know, I just... wasn’t expecting... you. I usually work um, between videos, and I didn’t plan on doing anymore today.” 

“Huh,” he pokes his tongue into his cheek, “but you usually do one. One early, one late.” 

You shift and Aika nuzzles your thighs, huffing until your pet her again. You bite the inside of your lip as your face singes, “right, but I’m a little behind...” 

He’s quiet. You feel him staring. He probably can see right through your lies. 

“You’re a hard worker, sweetie, I woulda guessed so,” he stands and the chair scrapes loudly, making you wince, “let me get outta your way. I can wait a bit longer.” 

You don’t look up as his shadows blurs along the edge of your vision. You wait until it fades away before you dare to peek. The TV comes back to life and you exhale. It’s not exactly freedom, just room to breathe. 

🧸

You are anything but behind. You’re so desperate to dissociate, that you breeze through your current projects. In the background, Sy lurks, the couch creaking as he sits up, his footfalls against the floor as he paces, and the little clicks and clacks of his curiosity as he looks around your place. 

As your eyes begin to glaze over from the glare, he appears on the other side of the table, “hungry, sweetie?” 

You’re not. You shrug, not wanting to give the wrong answer. 

“I could order something. I know you just shopped and all but I don’t mind.” 

“You know, that’s nice but I’m still full from breakfast.” 

“Ah, yeah, that was a big one,” he agrees, “you know, those field rations made me a bit of a glutton once I got back to civilization.” 

“Oh. You’re welcome to cook for yourself or something,” you offer. 

“You gonna stay on that all night,” he points at the computer, “that sh—the light can’t be good for your eyes.” 

“No, um, I... just finished.” 

You close the laptop reluctantly. You hear the edge creeping into his timbre. He’s getting impatient. 

“Well, if you’re not hungry, how about I run you a bath? You’re tense, you should relax, sweetie,” his hands go to his hips and tugs up his shorts just a little. 

“Sure...” you murmur. 

He goes before you can say anything else. What else can you say? He’s crazy and it’s becoming more obvious by the minute. Maybe you are too for not screaming at him to leave you alone. 

Aika exhales and falls onto her side, stretching her long legs as she relaxes. Right, he’s not the only one you have to worry about. You get up and clasp your hands together. You walk around the table, once, twice, three times. 

You hear the faucet and shudder. You stop and look at Aika then the door. You could sneak out right then. Tell your neighbour there’s an intruder in your home. With all his things and his dog. And they would see him walking in with you on the cameras like everything was all good. 

Right. It’s an option but not better than the current one. You’re more likely to piss him off than get rid of him. 

“Got it running for ya,” he comes out and you push your hands down, fighting own your fear. 

“Thanks,” you say as you cross the room, “that’s so sweet.” 

“Yeah, sweetie, no problem,” he nears and you keep from shying away, “I’m just tryna take care of you.” 

“I... really appreciate it,” you eke out. 

“You just take your time,” he runs his hands up and down your arms. “Mm,” he bites his lip, “you’re just so pretty. I can’t believe you’re real.” 

Your chest wracks and your head swells. You can’t believe he’s real either. 

You force a smile and freeze as you sense him leaning in. He kisses the top of your head and purrs, “you just go get nice and fresh.” 

He releases you and reluctantly lets you go. You sidle past him cautiously. You don’t look back as you head for the bathroom. You shut the door behind you and let the air free from your lungs. Holy crud. 

You go to the tub and stare in at the rising water. You wait for it to fill up before you shake the daze. You undress and slide into the water. You lean back and grip the edges. The world is surreal. 

You’re too restless to enjoy the warmth. Usually you would find a bath soothing. You often take them with a candle burning and your favourite soap bubbled over the surface. You don’t think you’ll ever know peace again. 

You sit up and hug your knees. You sit like that for a while. You want to fall apart right there but you know you can’t. The thing that helped you so much has doomed you. 

You pull the stopper and get out. The water’s just making you cold. You dry off and wrap the towel around you. You pick up your clothes and go to the door, pressing your ear to listen to the other side. 

You turn the handle slowly and ease it inch by inch. He’s not there. You tiptoe out, vigilant as you cross the room. You turn into the bedroom and nearly let out a yelp. You didn’t really think he’d left but you could hope. 

“These are real cute,” he lays down the button up silk pajama shirt with the matching shorts. 

“Oh, uh, sure, um...” 

“Should be nice and comfy,” he faces you with a grin. 

“Well, uh, yeah, but...” you begin to argue. You don’t really sleep in those ones, you more lounge around. “Thanks.” 

You keep your arms across your chest, the tower firmly clutched around you. You look down at the set as he remains close. You wait. Is he gonna go? 

“Aren’t ya gonna put them on?” 

“Sure, uh,” you grab them, your other hand fisted around the top of the towel, “I’ll just go do that.” 

“You don’t gotta be shy with me,” he purrs, “but I guess you’re a nice girl, huh. You like to take it slow.” 

You press your lips together, “mhm.” 

You back away, wanting to run in the other direction. You turn at the door and leave him there. You can’t help but feel he’s already seen too much. 

You flit back to the bathroom and lock yourself in. You are about to combust. You tremble as you pull on the shorts, then the shirt. You hang the towel and linger by the door. 

He's really not going to leave. For whatever reason, you hoped he might call it a night and go. Why would he do that? He doesn’t do sane things. 

“Sweetie,” the knock on the door makes you jump. “Everything okay?” 

“Yeah, fine,” you squeak. 

The door handle wiggles. You flick the lock back and he pushes it open from the other side. He lets go of the handle and steps back, his eyes roving up and down your body. 

“Ah, sugar, you look... look real... good,” his voice is smoky as he spreads his hand over his chest. “Sweet little thing, just wanna eat you—up!” 

He surprises you as suddenly he has you off your feet. He has his arms around you as he lifts you and carries you away from the bathroom door. You yelp and hit his shoulder, wriggling and kicking. Oh no! 

“Sy, please, no,” you cry out but he ignores you, “no, no, no...” you panic finally overflow and your eyes glisten. He takes you into the bedroom and your heart pounds feverishly, “please...” you wisp before he tosses you on the bed, “don’t hurt me!” 

You bounce on the mattress and hold your hand up, bracing for his next move. When it doesn’t come, you part your fingers and look at him through them. He watches you with a line in his forehead. 

“You think I’m gonna hurt you?” He rasps. 

“I... you just caught me off guard,” you push yourself up on your elbows, “I didn’t--” 

“I was just playing,” he frowns, “having some fun with my girl. Wanted some snuggles, is all.” 

Despite it all, you actually feel bad. He sounds genuinely hurt. You sit up all the way and pout up at him, “Sy,” you utter softly, “I’m tired, I’m sorry.” 

He inhales so his broad chest rises and blows it out as he rubs his shaves head. He drops his hand and sniffs, “yeah, me too. Been a long day.” 

“So... so...” you quaver as you grasp at the last of your courage, “let’s just sleep it off.” 

His jaw ticks and he tilts his head until you hear a pop, “yeah, you’re right, sweetie. Think I just got overexcited.” 

You flutter your lashes as you hold back the wave of relief. It dissipates as soon as it rises. This isn’t over. You have a whole night ahead of you and brand new day. 

[srbachchan]

DAY 5876

Jalsa, Mumbai Mar 20/21, 2024 Wed/Thu 10:47 AM

Birthday - EF -Ropaa .. Meenu Gupta .. Sikandar Khan .. Thursday, 21 March

.. and all the glory that is deserving for this special day love .. ❤️

🪔 ,

" आज किसी का जन्मदिवस है .. आज किसी मन में मधुरस है .. आज किसी के घर आँगन में .. गूँजा है संगीत, आओ ..

आज उसे सौ बार बधाई .. आज उसे सौ भेंट सुहाई .. जिसने की जीवन के ऊपर .. बरसों की जीत , आओ !! .. " ~ 🙏🏻❤️

.. from Pujya Babuji and all of us in the Ef Family our loving greetings to all who are celebrating their birthdays ..

March 19 .. birthday greetings to Ef Syed Kabeeruddin from Bangalore .. and Ef Minoo Singh from Canada 🇨🇦 .. 🙏🏻🚩❤️

March 20 .. birthday greetings to Ef Jasmine Jaywant from USA 🇺🇲 .. and Ef Milan from Gujarat .. 🙏🏻🚩❤️🤗

March 21 .. birthday greetings to our lovely Punjaban from USA 🇺🇲 , Ef Meenu Gupta .. and our lovely flowers girl , Ef Rehaab Abd El Hamed aka Ropaa from Egypt 🇪🇬 .. and greetings as well to Ef Sikandar Khan .. and Ef Ipshita Kajuri from Bangladesh 🇧🇩 .. 🙏🏻🚩❤️💐

The days have passed for the post in the past few days , but the effort to connect has not passed .. and may it never ..

There is great reading in the works of Babuji and great learning ..

The most important being the rhythm .. the RHYTHM of the written word .. the graph and the tone of its writing and its presence .. for, forget the rhythm and the purpose of the writing is defeated and lost ..

Rhythm can differ in rendition too .. depending on what the writer is willing to express .. or at times an alternate rendition may even surprise the writer, if the renderer has his or her own individual interpretation of the subject matter ..

Also I do believe that a rendition when accompanied by a background score or music can make an immense difference .. on many an occasion during the express of a particular scene in film for example, it would be such a joy , if the music for the scene was recorded before and played during its rendition in front of the camera for the artist or renderer, in order to give the benefit of an enhancement to the written word ..

Many a times have I discussed this with the directors and makers, but there shall ever be the question from the sound engineer for the sound of the voice not being comprehendible ..

I tried it many times .. but recently did it for the 'asththi' scene for 'GOODBYE' .. a song from the film was to be played after the scene was over .. I asked the Director if it could play during the scene .. and he agreed .. it gave and helped the artist to perform better ..

Sound department ran circles around me to dub it, but certain scenes are tough to dub to get the right emotion .. and am grateful to the Engineer for using the latest technology and his skill in silencing the music and allowing me to perform as requested ..

Such a joy ..

I leave now to the exercise region - the gym - to exercise my mobility .. directed and executed by AI .. if you please ..

Love all to all to love ..❤️

Amitabh Bachchan

[littlefreya]

Hi Freya. Do you have any public sex stories? 🙈

I sure do, Nonie 😏🖤 here is a curated list for you of the stories I've written for Henry, Sy, Walter, August, Sherlock and Charles.

Outdoors / public sexy times stories

✨Henry

It can’t wait - Henry Cavill x Reader (Smut, semi-public rough sex, MaleDom) Dirty rough elevator sex with Henry

Dirty Henry - Henry x Reader ( 18+, smutty smut, oral sex - female receiving, lewd, descriptive profanities that will make your ears burn, praising, outdoor sex, gentle rough sex, creampie. ) A picnic in the rural forest turns into a steamy game of profanities as Henry decides to demonstrate how he would persuade you to be his.

Crooked Bowtie - Henry x Reader (Smut, blowjob, gagging, semi-public) You are teasing Henry in VIP gala, yet again. He ought to drag you aside and take care of this little predicament.

Risky - Henry x Reader ( smut, exhibitionism kink, public sexual behaviour, cockwarming, profanities and oddly some fluff) Henry makes you cockwarm him during a public event. 

 Bad Reputation - Henry x OFC (Slight SubMale / DomFem then a lot of DomMale / SubFem, dry humping, thigh riding, cock teasing, dangerous driving, fingering, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight size kink, unprotected sex and bodily fluids! )   Henry and his girl can’t get enough from one another. They keep finding themselves in rather sticky and lusty situations while other actors are present around them

Plot Twist - Henry Cavill x Reader (unwanted erections, smutty situations) You are a co-star acting alongside you when you get into a tricky situation 

Plot twist part 2 - Henry Cavill x Reader ( graphic smut, enemies to lovers, thigh riding, outdoors unprotected sex, hate-sex, profanities, creampie, exhibitionism, slight angst. ) Henry and you hated one another since the day you started working together. However, things took an awkward turn after an embarrassing incident on set.  

Good Girl - Henry x OFC (Slight SubMale / DomFem then a lot of DomMale / SubFem, dry humping, cock teasing, dangerous driving, fingering, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight size kink)  Henry is at the gym testing the new Glute Drive while his longing wife drops by to visit and decides to play a little wicked game of teasing.

Pretty when you Cry - Henry x OFC ( MaleDom, oral, breeding) Henry can be overprotective and asked his lady several times not to do her own dangerous stunts while filming. But she chooses to defy him and that’s gonna cost her.

Putting up a Show - Henry x OFC (Smut, public fucking) Awards shows are always a bore and Henry is always touchy-feely with his girl.

AU MaficBoss Henry - Crystal Ship - Henry x OFC (Smut, WIP) A dangerous crime lord in England, who has everything he wants, but what really gets him off is what’s hard to get.

Drabbles:

Teasing Henry in public (Suggestive)

Ordinary Day - public fingering with Henry (Smut)

✨Syverson

Feral Collision - Coach!Syverson x Reader (Smut, inappropriate relationship, fingering, choking, unprotected sex, creampie.)      After quitting the military, Captain Syverson began working at your university as the coach of the football team. You hardly ever crossed path with him, until an err in time set your on a collision course. 

Feral Collision Part Two - Coach!Syverson x Reader (smut, age-gap - reader is over 18, inappropriate relationship, maleDom, manhandling, jealousy, possessive behaviour, public outdoor sex, oral sex (female receiving), some denial, unprotected sex, hyperspermia (I went there), creampie, loads of dirty talk, mentions of alcohol.)  You vowed this could never happen, but the Coach won’t leave your mind. There’s only one way to get rid of an itch…

Let Me In - Syverson x Reader (Explicit Smut, semi-public oral performed on a woman)  You have your very first fight, and he is not inclined on apologizing properly. So he is trying a different trick of winning your heart back.  

Home Sweet Home - Syverson x reader (fluff to smut. Oral sex - female receiving, outdoor vaginal sex, unprotected sex, risky creampie, mention of bodily fluids) Syverson returns from a long deployment to reunite with his woman.

Tough Luck - Syverson x Reader (angry rough sex, hyperspermia, manhandling, semi-outdoor sex, breeding, DomMale vibes, dirty talks, primal sex. ) The Captain is having a bad day and everything is going to hell, but he vows to at least make one thing right while finding an outlet for his rage.

The Real Thing - Captain Syverson x Reader (smut, female masturbation with a sex toy, mentions of sexual intercouse (p in v), slight fingering, mentions of exhibtionism, voyeurism, semi- public sex, hinted breeding, hinted possessive behaviour) 🎃 NEW 🎃 Syverson walks in on you playing with yourself

✨August

Cowboys from Hell -  August Walker x Female Reader | Syverson, Mike, Geralt, Walter and Clark. (cockwarming, public sex, slight dub-con, manipulation, exhibtionism, unprotected sex, creampie, hinted of gang-bang)  You enjoy a rock concert, fixating on the Viking-looking drummer when someone in the crowd decides to use you first…

Poison Honey - August Walker x Reader ( Passion, romance, sexual innuendo, a “thrill of the chase” if this may trigger anyone and mild alcohol use.) Everyone around you is too busy getting drunk and making out, while you are just dying for this dreadful Christmas party to be over. But just as you plan to leave, you catch the eye of a very hungry August Walker. 

Elevator Ride - August Walker x Reader (grinding, public fingerfucking, exhibitionism, depictions of sex, orgasm denial.) Riding the elevator with Agent August Walker, you believe he would never dare try anything with all these people around, but oh, darling, you could never be so wrong. 

Late Hours - August Walker x Reader ( Passion, romance, sexual innuendo, mention of fingering, a “thrill of the chase”, teasing, indecent work relationship, grinding, exhibitionism, possessive behaviour, jealousy. ) After a small lustful rendezvous in the elevator where August had his fingers where they shouldn’t be he is now ignoring you and you are not having any of it. 

Hood Ornaments - August x Reader ( unprotected public sex, rough, maleDom/femSub, hair pulling, anal play, creampie, depiction of bodily fluids, profanities, praising and degradation, glove fetishism, exhibition) August fucks you at the parking lot while wearing leather glove 

Daddy’s Girl - August x OFC  (Explicit Smut, hatefucking)    She walks around, pretending she is better than him. August is going to show her who is the king around here.

Thanksgiving - August x OFC  (Explicit smut, public fingering) August Walker, the hardened CIA agent is meeting his girlfriend’s parents for a thanksgiving dinner. She’d rather forced him into it. Now, how sorry is she going to be by the end of the meal?    

✨Walter

Heart of Darkness - Walter x OFC (Smut, roleplay, semi-public office sex) Slight sequel to Overprotected. Walter’s longing wife comes to visit him at his office.

Sounds of the Abyss - Walter x OFC (Explicit smut, outdoor sex) Forest sex with Walter on the hood of his jeep. Senses Challange: Sound.  

Guardian Angel - Walter x Reader (Fluff, romance, a hint of smut, a pinch of oral (pussy kissing), groping, a pinch of angst because it’s Walter, semi-public PDA.) 🎃 NEW 🎃 You are to be used as bait in Walter’s investigation, and so he helps install the tracking equipment below your dress.

✨Sherlock

Cockwarming Sherlock at the Park - Sherlock x Reader (Smut, cockwarming) Sherlock was leaning against the thick tree bark, calmly reading a book. The air smelled fresh with grass, damp moss and that animalistic musk that was him, the civilised beast. 

Carriage Ride - Sherlock x Reader (Smut, oral sex - man receiving, mentions of spanking. )   Giving Sherlock a blow job during a carriage ride. 

Charles Brandon

Discreet -   Charle x ofc (Smut, semi-public, loss of virginity, slight angst) It might kill him if he touches her, but one touch of hers is worth a thousand deaths. 

My masterlist

[beloved-calypso]

・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ゜𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖔 𝖕𝖊𝖔𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖋𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖊? ♡ ・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ゜‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

♡𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓊𝓅 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝓌𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓈𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒾𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝓊𝓎. ~ 𝒴𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒮𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉 𝐿𝒶𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉♡

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I. -> II. -> III. -> IIII.

ɪꜰ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ꜰᴏʀ a ᴘɪᴄᴋ-ᴀ-ᴄᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴘᴜᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ! ᴀʟꜱᴏ, ɪ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴢᴇ ɪɴ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴀʀ ᴏʀ ᴘᴜɴᴄᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ. ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ. ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴜᴄᴋ ᴀᴛ ɪᴛ.

~ XOXO 💋🎀

౿૮꒰ྀི pile 1 ๑◞꒱ა

3 OF WANDS (RX), THE WORLD, THE CHARIOT

Hi Pile 1! So people perceive your fashion sense as widely varied. They don't know what to expect from you. I don't think you plan your outfits, but just go with what the day feels to you. You may wear a lot of autumnal colors like muted reds, browns, and yellows. I also sense patterns like plaid, checker, and stripes. This makes me think of button-up shirts, sweaters, boots, and jeans (it is winter season where I'm at). You have a style of comfort, warmth, and durability. People may see you traveling a lot and being out in nature. They see you as free spirited and outdoor-sy, and I think you are seen doing a lot of outdoor activities. You may also do sports and wear sporty clothing, or you just go to the gym and are mindful of what you wear there. People think you look strong and mature. You seem content with your life, and you give off a naturalistic, down to earth vibe.

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౿૮꒰ྀི pile 2 ๑◞꒱ა

THE LOVERS, KNIGHT OF PENTACLES (RX), 4 OF PENTACLES (RX)

OK, Pile 2! Let's get into it. So people think you come from money by the way you dress. You have a very chic type of fashion sense. It's very prim and preppy. I'm seeing high neckline blouses, skirts, stockings, heels, and pearls. I see bright and light colors like pink, yellow, and white. People think by the way you dress that you're spoiled and you flaunt your wealth (not saying you are). You may have expensive tastes. You may also be a perfectionist and somewhat conservative in what you wear. I'm seeing Blair Waldorf (what a queen) or Drew Barrymore's character from Clueless. The lovers make me think you take time to plan your outfits and make sure everything you wear is balancing out. Your outfits are coordinated, and the color and fabric combinations pair well with each other. You may wear a lot of jewelry and accessories. People perceive you to be quite aesthetic and fashionable.

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౿૮꒰ྀི pile 3 ๑◞꒱ა

THE MOON, QUEEN OF SWORDS, 3 OF PENTACLES (RX)

People see you as a lone wolf pile 3. I think you're very career oriented, and people are used to seeing you in an office setting, either going in or out of work. You probably wear a lot of business clothing, like blouses, pencil skirts, blazers, and heels. I see mostly dark, cool colors like black, navy blue, and gray. Your style may be minimal, not much jewelry on you, and if you wear jewelry, it's small and simplistic. Outside of work, I think you keep it minimal, too, like no patterns and silky, unwrinkled fabrics. Your fashion gives off the vibe of elegance and wealth. I think maybe you have RBF or just come off as cold because people may sense there's a boundary around you and think you are either unfriendly or it's just hard to get close to you. You come off as all business, no pleasure, like people have to come to you correct and with a purpose, no small talk. You're very mysterious pile 3.

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౿૮꒰ྀི pile 4 ๑◞꒱ა

THE TOWER (RX), 6 OF SWORDS (RX), THE LOVERS-extra-THE QUEEN OF CUPS

I think you've been going through a personal transformation pile 4. This transition has been happening for a while, and it's just starting to project outwards. Maybe in the past you didn't put much attention towards your clothes and wore a lot of the same thing all the time. You could have worn mostly black and grey, and the clothes were loose and baggy so as not to draw attention to yourself. I think moving forward, you'll put forth more effort and thought into your appearance. You're going to be more creative with your clothing choices. I see you playing with colors and patterns. I also see soft colors and fabrics like pastels and lace. Some of you are showing off more skin. People could perceive you as artsy and bold. Others will be seen as soft and delicate. You're going to be more adventurous with your clothing, and people will think of you as being lively and fun and others gentle and calming. Sorry this pile was pretty mixed, but the most important thing is that you will be successful in building a new self. You'll be happy and loving how you look, and people will sense this joy and peace emanating from you.

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ᴀɴʏ ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄɪꜱᴍꜱ ᴏʀ ꜰᴇᴇᴅʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅ. ɪ'ᴍ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙʟᴏɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴍ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ɪᴍᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ. ♡

ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ

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✨️ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: Tarot is not an exact science, nor can it produce information that is factually true. All things posted are alleged and for entertainment purposes only. The future is fluid, and what may happen is based on your choices and actions, not what I and a deck of cards say. You are still the creator of your future. ✨️

[drmaddict]

Exhausted Bug

Summary: Sy's girl (autistic!reader) is near a breakdown. Luckly, he knows what is coming and what to do.

Warnings: autistic burnout symptoms, use of (y/n)

Word count: 557

Author's note: I describe here how I feel when I am exhausted. This is not a general behavior of all autistic people, if of anyone else at all. Everyone is different. I am not officially diagnosed, but have shamelessly self-diagnosed myself until I can get my hands on the oficial diagnosis.

Please be gentle.

The moment as they sat in the car, Sy realized what was up. (y/n) was silent. No comments about the evening. She said nothing and looked out the window, exhausted. Her eyes seemed almost dull. He hated it when she was like that.

They were invited to a family birthday party. Often she handled these pretty fine, but lately she'd been under a lot of stress at work, hadn't slept much, and somehow one social gathering followed another. Long story short. She was near a breakdown.

He watched her scratch the little bit of callus on her middle finger over and over again with the fingernail of her thumb. He turned off the radio and drove on.

Tomorrow, despite her exhaustion, she would get up as early as her body would allow. She would prepare her food for the week. She would exercise and do the things around the house that she hadn't gotten done during the week. She would make a quick lunch and then lie down on the sofa to sleep for half an hour. From that point on, her body would catch up with her.

Her power nap usually went on for at least 2 hours, often longer. When she woke up, it would take her at least 30 minutes to even peel herself off the sofa, but often it would take almost a full hour.

From then on, she would get nervous. She wanted to have time for her hobbies and now she didn't think it was worth starting anything at all.

Sy knew the procedure. He had already made sure that they would not have visitors tomorrow, nor would anyone call. He would take Aika to dog training and then go to his brother's gym, although he had his little home studio in the basement so she would have the house to herself. He had left food in the fridge to warm up and checked to make sure her headphones were charged as well. By the time he would return from his workout, she would be long asleep.

He would put water and snacks next to the sofa to make it easier for her to wake up. He knew her current projects to direct her attention to one that wouldn't overwhelm her, to help her relax.

Sy was a planner and a doer. He wasn't the biggest romantic in the world, but he knew what (y/n) needed. He didn't judge her for her quirks, just as she didn't judge him.

He didn't comment on the fact that right when they would arrive home, she would go to a separate room to walk in circles while listening to music. He knew it relaxed her. He knew she would never say anything when he woke up in the middle of the night again and locked himself in his workout room until the images of his nightmare blurred and he was tired enough to sleep again. Or that he had to check the house's security system at least three times in the evening before he could go to bed.

They were an unlikely pair, but they worked together. He wanted his little bug to be happy. No matter what it took to make that happen. Diamond jewelry, or as in her case, an oversized sweater of his and a few rounds in her daydream room.

[vixivulpixel]

Iono of the season!

[circuschroniclescritter]

Hello! I'm the mod, you can call me Mod Circus.

Please respect that this blog is both as canon but also an What If Au of the smiling critters circus au! It's also mostly headcanons, so some stuff might not be accurate or in character.

I am a college student who enjoys roleplaying and making up aus! I am a sys as well, along with a protective sibling type! If you need any help or advice, DM me!

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This blog may contain cursing and heavy topics such as mental breakdowns, Violence, panic attacks, and stuff similar to that. Mod is a adult, but keep sexual topics will be kept to a minimum due to minors might stumble on here.

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Role-playing as:

(Dogday) Sol: Ringmaster | A master of the circus domain, guiding with a firm hand and sharp wit. But something..is always odd with him..

(Bobby) Loveote: Aerial Artisan | Former enchantress of the skies, her captivating performances left audiences spellbound. What led to her retirement remains a mystery, adding allure to her legend.

(Hoppy) Cylde: Gymnastic Adventurer | Fearlessly exploring new heights and depths, with a penchant for defying gravity. While the wheel of death may be her claimed favorite, her heart truly belongs to the thrill of the gym wheel.

(Kickin') Rooster: Daredevil Dynamo | Known for his daring stunts that leave him scarred but undefeated, he embodies the spirit of resilience in the face of danger.

(Bubba) Logic: Director of Precision | The cornerstone of the circus, his ingenious planning ensures a seamless blend of safety and spectacle, essential for keeping the show running smoothly.

(Crafty) Jasmine: Enigmatic Enchanter | Weaving magic through her graceful movements, she enchants audiences with her mesmerizing performances. Yet, behind her mask lies a mystery waiting to be unraveled.

(Picky Pig) Bajie: Culinary Connoisseur | A culinary maestro who tantalizes taste buds and hearts alike, her expertise in both food and animal handling adds a touch of whimsy and delight to the circus experience.

(Catnap) Nightlight: Aerial Artistry Maestro | A seasoned clown with a timeless charm, his mastery of aerial hoop and cloud swing keeps audiences laughing and gasping in awe, ensuring his place as a beloved icon of the circus.

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Other People?

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Circus AU! Critters

In a world where the spotlight fades and the laughter echoes emptily, lies the tale of resilient spirits finding solace and purpose under the canvas of a traveling circus. These smiling critters, once disparate souls, now weave a tapestry of camaraderie amidst the neglect of their props, the decay of their food, and the echoing silence of the empty stands.

Their ringmaster, a figure of cruelty veiled in showmanship, lords over them like a dark cloud, siphoning their hard-earned coins for his vices, leaving them with little but shattered dreams and bitter disillusionment. Yet, amidst the ruins of their hopes, they persist. With over thirty determined souls, they toil tirelessly, supplementing their meager earnings with side jobs, scraping together every penny in a desperate bid to salvage their tarnished circus. But fate, it seems, has other plans. Their efforts are dashed, their dreams shattered, as their treacherous ringmaster absconds with their savings, leaving them stranded and forsaken at desolate train stations, their spirits hanging by a thread.

Just when all seems lost, a beacon of hope emerges. A man , garbed in resplendent ringmaster attire, approaches them with outstretched arms and a promise of redemption. His own circus troupe having disbanded, he seeks to breathe new life into their weary souls, offering them a chance to join him under the canopy of his enchanted circus. It's a leap of faith, a gamble against the odds,

but in the depths of their despair, they find themselves drawn to this man who weaves tales of magic and wonder. And so, with hesitant hearts and trembling hands, they take their first step into a world where the impossible reigns supreme, where dreams take flight on wings of stardust, and where, perhaps, they will find the family they've longed for amidst the flickering lights of the circus tent.

[You can draw version of them! Please credit me for the characters/Aus]

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[greenflamedwriter]

Crack Fick: Dream Daddy

Imagine a Dream Daddy AU where SY gets to choose to Date all the characters in PIDW. So theres, 1. Luo Binghe/Chief\ Huan Hua Palace Master [Xiaxia ver] 1.5 EXTRA Luo Binghe Twins/ evil twin VS good twin and SY has to figure out which is which.

2. Liu Qingge/ Gym Buddy\ Peak Lord Warrior Rival

3. Gongyi Xiao/ In the closet has fiance /Rogue Cultivator\ [For the dating game]

4. Yue Qingyuan/Childhood best friend\ Sect Leader

5. Mu Qingfang/ Doctor\ Also the Sect Doctor

6. Shang Qinghua/ Slob of a writer who gets picked up by rich boyfriend then has a makeover glowup/ traitor of a peak lord and begs to be saved- [if you date over 'boyfriends' QInghua always gets matched up with MBJ]

7. Zhuzhi-lang/ Stalker \ Still a stalker 8. Secret Daddy- Tianglang-Jun Unlocked!/LBH playmate or- Heavenly Demon Emporer.

If Shen Yuan was trapped in a dating game and had to play to escape- then realised he had feelings because it's more real than a dating game-

Who would you want him to date?

[deandoesthingstome]

Walk with Me - Ch 6

Pairing: FBI Agent!Syverson x OFC, Drug Czar!August Walker x OFC

Chapter Summary: Dinner with Francesca and August; plans are revealed.

Chapter Warnings: Light dom/sub behavior, drinking, oral sex (m receiving), implied unprotected p in v sex, fingering, anal sex, implied torture.

Word Count: 3.6K 

Masterlist: For full series Summary and Warnings

Spotify Playlist: The last three songs (16-18) now belong to this chapter.

Francesca

I knew August was looking for information. He was more agitated than usual and it was apparent he had an idea now that someone had infiltrated his organization. He began to call on me at the most inopportune moments, and I couldn’t tell if he was hoping or not to catch me in a lie. I did hear him trying desperately to convince Mateo his misgivings about me were wrong. I needed to put a stop to any hint of Sy sniffing around, if only to help prove Matteo wrong. August asked about the FBI when we had dinner at his home one evening.

“I’m glad you were able to get free tonight for me, Francesca.”

“August, you know I always come when you call. I’ve had to shuffle a few things around at the gym lately, and they’re starting to get annoyed, but I guess I can always find another studio if I have to.” I took a sip of the wine August had chosen to pair with our meal, tipping my tongue out to catch a small drop of red, drawing his eyes to my lips.

“You know I don’t mean to cause any hardship for you. I wouldn't want to take you away from anywhere else you’d rather be.”

“Now, where else would I rather be, baby, besides right here with you when you want me?”

“Heard from that old ex of yours lately?” August asked, keeping an even voice and betraying with a raised eyebrow only a small hint of the jealousy that I could sense was bubbling beneath the surface.

“Is that where you think I’d rather be? August, you wound me.”

“Francesca. Have you seen him again since he first contacted you?” It was clear August suspected, but I didn’t think he really knew anything. Not now that he’d discovered the guard he had on me had been less than observant on probably more than one occasion. I gave him an answer that I could tell shocked him.

“Yes.” 

August waited for me to elaborate and I continued almost immediately with barely a hesitation.

“He came by the gym one day. My class was canceled and I was on my way out. He invited me to dinner.” I paused then, and gauged his reaction. I wondered if he could feel me doing so. “I declined, if you care to know.”

“There’s no need to be a brat about it. What night was this?” he asked me.

“It was a day, August. Middle of the day.” When I told him what day it was, he clenched his jaw. “You can call the gym, check the logs. He showed up, worked out, chatted me up, and then I left before him.”

“Alright, but was there a night you didn’t spend at home?”

“Why do you think I spent any night away from the apartment?”

“Maybe you should just answer my questions without any more sass. Or are you looking for something tonight?”

I stared defiantly back at him, because I was. I could see him getting turned on and imagined his dick was probably already hard. It shouldn’t turn him on to have me so disagreeable, but it did. He narrowed his eyes, tilted his head, and waited for my answer. I think it hurt his feelings that I simply carried on with my explanation rather than admitting what I wanted from him.

“The electricity went out in my building one night. I called a friend to see if I could stay over. It was incredibly hot that day and I was never going to be able to sleep without AC. She picked me up and it wasn’t until I got back the next morning that I realized I’d forgotten my phone.”

And then I picked right back up with my insolence.

“But I noticed there were no missed calls or messages from you anyway.” I took another drink, with a devilish smirk on my lips.

“Get up,” he growled at me.

“But I’m not done eating, August.”

“You are. Get up. Now.” August watched as I shoved my chair back and stood. “Now if you want something else to fill that bratty little mouth of yours, why don’t you crawl on over here?”

I saw the pleasure on his face as I sank to my knees before placing my hands on the plush rug beneath the dining table and slowly made my way to him, eyes connected to him the entire time. He turned his seat to face me.

“I am still hungry,” I purred when I reached his lap. “What else did you put on the menu tonight?”

August leaned back in his chair and spread his legs wide as he rested one arm on the table beside him and smoothed the other down his inner thigh.

“Is this one of those meals I have to prepare myself?” I dared to tease and I could see through his pants the way August got even harder as I continued to dish out the attitude.

“It’s practically ready now. You just have to take it out.”

I reached up to unzip his trousers then slipped a hand through the opening of his silk boxer shorts and licked my lips at the sight.

“I have to warn you, I’m particularly ravenous tonight,” I smiled up at him as he drew his hand to my head and pulled me closer.

“It’s a good thing this is all for you then.” 

August pulled my head down and closed his eyes as he struggled not to thrust his hips when my mouth wrapped around him. He simply guided me lower and when I opened for him, the look on his face betrayed the way he relished the feel of the back of my throat and the way I gagged while trying to swallow my saliva around his dick. I looked up at him and he opened his eyes to watch the tears of pleasure spill down my face. I never shied away from choking on his dick and I held my own as he began to bob my head in earnest. I kept my mouth wide open when he finally drew me away from his lap just before he grabbed a hold of his own cock to finish himself. He loved watching his seed drip down my face. I knew it made it so much easier for him to get hard again, especially when I swiped my fingers through his spend and wrapped my lips around them to suck them clean.

In the post orgasmic haze after he’d taken me to bed and defiled me a few more ways, he sat up to ask me a question and I noticed he watched my reaction carefully.

“We’re going on another trip, you and I. We’ll return separately this time. I have something I need to bring into the country and I want you to carry it for me. Will you do that for me?”

With some hesitancy, I agreed. I hoped August would take it as a sign that Matteo was nothing but wrong about me. I needed him to feel I was truly and deeply his and that I was only just now beginning to understand that the club wasn’t his only business. 

I was late to the rendezvous back in the States, but I did arrive with all the cargo still intact. After apologizing profusely, I stayed quiet and demure, presenting an obvious change from my behavior at previous meetings when he didn’t think I had a clue what business was going down. Now I remained meek and a little wide-eyed as I watched him complete his business transaction, trading a portion of the drugs for a few large duffles of cash. 

Later in bed, I broached an earlier subject with what was obviously surprising new information for him.

“August, I have to tell you something,” I said, drawing circles over his chest with my fingertips.

“What is it, love?” 

“I’m worried about you.”

“Worried how?”

“Is what we did this time what you do all the time? Is that what taking care of business is for you?”

“Are you having a hard time calling it what it is, Francesca? Did you think I only bought the drugs you and I used together?”

I sat up to face him. “I always wondered, but I didn’t know until now. And it worries me. I don’t want you to get into trouble.”

“What trouble would I get into? Are you worried about your FBI friend?”

“August, he’s not my friend anymore. Please you have to believe me. But it does worry me. You said there was nothing to worry about, that he had nothing on you. But we’ve just moved a shit ton of illegal drugs into the country. That doesn’t feel like nothing to me.”

“Everything is under control, Francesca. There’s nothing to worry about. Besides, I have plans to get out of that business.”

“Sooner or later?”

“What is with all these questions?”

“It’s just…okay, look. Please don’t be mad. I don’t want you to think I’ve been taking advantage of you. This really did just happen.”

August sat up now himself, as if he was suddenly concerned about the direction this conversation was headed.

“What really just happened, Francesca?”

“It’s honestly perfect timing. It means we could leave here now, leave everything behind and never look back. I have a house now, in Europe, that no one knows about. And enough in a trust fund to keep us set for the rest of our lives together.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” August was becoming agitated. This was new information and I could tell it concerned him that he didn’t know it was a possibility that I wasn’t the down-on-her-luck struggling yoga instructor he thought I was. He must be wondering who had dropped the ball on my background search.

“August, I love you. I don’t want to see you get into trouble. I want us to be together and I don’t think it’s safe here for you any longer. Give the club to someone else and walk away with me.”

August

August was now convinced Francesca wasn’t a threat to him, and he wanted the same to be true for the rest of his team, but someone was talking out of school and he needed to find out who. August and Mateo conferred in quiet corners and behind closed doors. Assignments were given to test loyalties, background checks run again to see if any conflicting information would appear. 

Mateo was still not convinced about Francesca, especially knowing she had connections no one uncovered before and he told August it was for the best that he didn’t loosen her security detail. August continued to put her off, every time she brought up getting out of the business and hoped he could eventually convince her to let that go. A second home in Europe would be most welcome, but he was never gonna give up his life and run away. 

A couple weeks later, after even more new information had turned up, August finally had what he needed. He knew who was spying and he knew how he wanted to take care of it. No one would ever expect they’d be taken to Paris to be exposed and taught the ultimate lesson. 

He had Francesca packed and ready to go when security arrived to drive them to the airport. It was a quiet flight, even if August did give in let her suck him off in the first class cabin. He really did have such a hard time denying her when she got down on her knees for him. The pout on her face when he wouldn’t let her climb onto his lap might have broken a weaker man.

When they arrived at the hotel, he watched Francesca unpack as he always did. He loved to watch the surprise on her face each time she pulled a new item from the bag and she was always eager to put his choices on display for him. His impeccable taste never failed him; every last article of clothing and accessories complimented her body in a way he imagined she had never felt before. It was as if the act of choosing her attire was the first stage of foreplay August used when he made love to her. If his fingers couldn’t caress her, the fabric and material would, molding to her body and holding her firm.

He spent the afternoon ravishing Francesca in bed, chasing every high he could get as if it might be the last. He tasted every inch of her body, nipping and tonguing along the curves and lines, dipping into the valleys. He held her down, wrists above her head, strong legs spreading her wide while he worked his fingers deep into her, stretching and stroking and smoothing and coaxing early waves of pleasure from her.

August swallowed her gasps of pleasure and howls for more, his lips crushing hers while his tongue slid in deep beside hers. He flipped her over and hauled her ass into the air, kneading and squeezing and groping as he bent low and pressed his tongue along her slit, tasting all the slick she’d made just for him.

He knew it was for him by the way she cried his name, begged him to relieve her, and pleaded for a final release. She was a mess and he still wasn’t done. With his cock deep in her drenched pussy, he popped his thumb in his mouth and licked some saliva on it so when he pressed it against her tight pucker it slipped in with ease. Francesca backed right into it with no hesitation and he knew he’d be able to get all the way in again tonight. She was absolutely ready and wanting that.

He took some time lubing and loosening her up. He had three fingers in with his cock still pumping and she wasn’t showing any signs of wanting him to stop. When August finally pushed the tip in, he could feel the way she drew him in. God, how she wanted to be fucked in the ass.

He did that for her, or so he told himself. He couldn’t quite admit that even if she hadn’t wanted it tonight, he may have taken her this way sooner or later. It was what gave him the ultimate orgasm and it was only a bonus that she loved it, too. August thought about how it might have been fun to add a man to their bed so she could choke on a dick while getting railed from behind, in either hole. 

Once they were cleaned up and dressed, August ushered Francesca down to the hotel lobby to meet Mateo for the drive to the club.

“August, baby. This isn’t the way to the club,” Francesca commented, glancing out the window.

“And how would you know the way to the club, darling? We’ve never been here together before.” He watched her closely, scanned her face and body for any twitch, any shiver, any tell. As always, he found nothing.

“The GPS says,” she answered, pulling her hand up from beside her and showing him the mapping app that was clearly flashing to recalculate a route. “I always love to see directions. It helps me get used to the city. God, I hope we come back here someday. I always wanted to see Paris. Now that we’re here, I never want to leave.” 

Francesca turned back to peer out the window again and August watched her marvel at the lights and buildings around them. For all her sharp edges, August always found the wonder in her eyes endearing. Though he did find it odd when he realized she had most likely spent time in Europe, though she acted as if everything was brand new each time. When they pulled up to the warehouse, he restrained a small smirk when she commented that it didn’t look like the kind of club that suited her dress. 

That was her way of saying the spot looked haggard and run down and maybe a little beneath them. And of course it was. It was a warehouse. It was most definitely not a club.

August let her enter first, door held like a gentleman before he turned the handle over to Mateo and entered himself. He didn’t bother hiding the lick of his lips as he watched her ass in the tight dress strut forward in front of him. He could tell she was still horny from the afternoon.

August caught her as she stumbled back into him, seemingly to escape the sight in front of her.

“August, what is this?” He could hear her voice break when she asked the question.

“What does it look like darling?” he answered. Something in her answer would hopefully convince Mateo he had been wrong when he pointed a finger at her. August felt differently, partly due to his previous conversations with her and partly due to the very little actual evidence Mateo presented to make his case. August countered with the more obvious details that pointed to the man in the chair. 

“August, you said I had nothing to worry about with you. You said…” she leaned into him, and August thought he detected at least a hint of terror. It would be the first time she’d broken like this before him, though he was sure she barely knew this man sitting before her, beaten unconscious. Will Shaw had hardly ever been around when she was. Maybe a few nights at the club, but always on the periphery.  She didn’t know him, she could only see the state he was in, probably barely hanging on. Of course she’d flinch. This wasn’t the first time he was showing her his hand, but it was a doozy.

“August, please. Did you know what was happening here? You have to help him. You can’t let him die. If you help him, that’ll count for something,” Frankie pleaded with him. “You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to hurt people.”

“Francesca, you’re a very smart and resourceful woman. I’ve grown extremely fond of you. I want you with me, but you do need to know there is a dark side you haven’t seen yet. Sometimes, people work against me. Sometimes, they are looking out for themselves, trying to take from me more than they deserve. Sometimes, they have a sinister motive. Maybe they want to take my business, run me out of the game.” August walked Francesca cautiously towards Will, keeping a firm grip on her arms. “And sometimes, they want to hurt me. Sometimes they think they have the right to keep me from the work I was destined to do and they try to get me in trouble. Will here was trying to get me into trouble.”

August spun Francesca to face him, searching her eyes for understanding. 

“Francesca, do you think it’s right for someone to pretend to be someone they aren’t? And then to use that subterfuge to ingratiate themselves into my life so they could try to find unflattering details about my work?”

August watched Francesca blink and saw her pupils dilate. The way her iris had let the black overtake it told him what he needed to know: she was scared. It was good enough for him.

“Nnn..no, August,” she stammered. “But he’s really hurt. Lemme help him.”

August wasn’t prepared for the way she twisted from his grip, so she was on her knees next to Will before he had a chance to take hold of her again. He watched her touch him tentatively, perhaps checking for a pulse as she pushed his watch out of the way and set her fingers on his wrist. She set a hand on the back of his neck and tilted his head back as she pulled his eyelids gently open to check for any reaction. The way her shoulders relaxed told August Will was still alive.

“Anything you think you can do for him? It’s of no use. Francesca, this is something you need to get comfortable with. I will not allow someone to hurt me. Do you understand?”

Syverson

Frankie had been out of pocket and unreachable for weeks now. Syverson knew every move she made, along with August Walker, but the fact that she wouldn’t answer his calls or texts, even on the burner phone number he’d been given made him nervous. Or perhaps frustrated was a better word for it.

He continued to liaise with Director Marshall, usually through Ramos, and continued stacking evidence against Walker even though there was nothing he could do about it for now. His superiors weren’t happy about the fact that another agency was blocking his case, but pressure from even higher up forced them to accept the stalled state of the investigation. 

He spent days in surveillance locations and nights thinking about Frankie in his bed. He had to keep reliving those moments to fend off the visuals of her and August together. What he wouldn’t give to have her next to him again, begging for his touch.

He had signed off on the joint agency paperwork that would allow Frankie back into the country with the dope August was peddling, but he hated how much deeper she was getting with August. She was now openly transporting for him which meant August was placing his trust in her even more than before. 

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He also wanted to trust she knew what she was doing, but he feared for her safety, no matter how good of an agent she was. Victoria continued to assure him that Walter had everything under control, but he only wanted to hear it from Frankie’s mouth directly. Apparently, until the CIA was done with their case, that was never gonna happen.

Chapter 7

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[geralts-yenn]

@raccoon-eyed-rebel oh, look I found Sy in the gym, too

[confessionbrain-writings]

Jumping Crate - Henry Cavill

Summary: You are in the gym and struggle with this fear of jumping onto a wooden crate. Unfortunately your friend can’t stay to help you out but then there is this handsome hero who saves the day.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: none really, just some fluff, maybe swearing

Word count: approx 2,4k

A/N: Hi there darlings! So I had this story written out quite fast but was struggling with the ending so it took me more time than I anticipated. I placed a poll where I asked if this should be with Henry of Syverson and I have to tell you it got so close! There were 76 votes where 53.9% was in favor of Henry so here we are. But Sy lovers don’t worry, I have so much more ideas which I have to write out so stay tuned. In the meanwhile you can check my Masterlist for my other work including both Henry and Sy.

English isn’t my mother tongue so apologies for typos or mistakes. Feedback is very welcome!

“Please wait and hold my hand! I can’t do this on my own!” You whined and waved your hands while bouncing up and down in front of the wooden crate. 

Jack shook his head. “Come on, you’ve jumped onto the crate for a dozen times now.”

A deep sigh rolled over your lips as you wiped your sweaty hands over your shorts and watched how Jack picked up his bag, ready to head out the gym which he has been trying to do for fifteen minutes now. But you begged him to help you and here you were.

After he took another sip from his water he shared some final encouraging words and patted your shoulder. “You’ve got this. I’m sure you can do it yourself!”

“Well and I am pretty sure I have to gather my teeth from the floor if I try it by myself, but thank you!” You called after him sarcastically and saw how a smile appeared upon his face before the transparent glass door closed behind him.

You placed your hands on your sides. “You better not make me trip and spit out my entire teeth. I don’t have money to get it fixed.” You mumbled while rolling your shoulders back.

Taking a deep breath you bend your knees a little bit, making sure to distribute your weight while moving your arms slightly backwards, just like Jack told you. Except this time he wasn’t there to hold your hand. The nerves and adrenaline raced through your bloodstream. 

Three.. two.. one.. You held your breath and started to straighten your legs, pushing your weight up and moving your arms along with it. But the fear of falling face first onto the light oak surface was too big, causing your movement to falter.  A small squeal passed your lips as you quickly outstretched your arms. Catching yourself by placing your palms on top while your bare knees scraped the wood.

A soft curse escaped your lips. “Fucking bitch.” A little frustrated you wiped your forehead.

How fucking hard could it be to jump onto this fucking box? The one thing holding you back was your fear of tripping and hurting yourself. But come on! As a kid you used to jump on and off of things all the freaking time. This box wouldn’t be any different, right? You closed your eyes for a moment and licked your lips. Collecting some perseverance you opened your eyes. 

Alright, again.

Taking a gulp of air you repeated your movements with a little more confidence this time. But somehow your body locked up, resulting to end up on your hands and knees again. 

Exhaling irritated you bit your lip but got ready for another try. 

Again.

This time the tips of your shoes scraped the top of the box but ended up on your palms again.

“Argh fuck!” You breathed and kicked the wooden box. 

There had to be at least one try where you would succeed. You had to. You wouldn’t leave till you’ve jumped onto the crate at least once.

Sweat started to form on your brow. Again.

You tried for another three times and got better with every attempt. Coming so close now that you had the front of your left foot onto the wooden surface. That was an accomplishment!

Feeling more confident you decided to give it a go right-away and repeated the jump. But this time you didn’t lift your left foot high enough causing you to hit the front instead. The motion making you lose your balance. With a yelp and waving your hands to compensate your balance - but to no avail - you fell onto your ass. 

The sudden tumble punched the air out of your lungs and you groaned. 

“Are you alright there?” You heard a deep voice say and you waved your hand, not able to speak properly while catching your breath and staring at the floor.

An extended hand came into your sight. You eyed it for a moment, taking it in. The hand was big and without a doubt of a man. A rugged one.

With your breath returning to normal you swallowed and accepted the outstretched hand blindly. Sliding your hand into his and felt the roughness of his palm. In a swift and strong motion it had pulled you to your feet. You followed your connected hands, moving on to his exposed arms - or more like guns, like Jack would say - and continued your path of stare and it was like all the air was punched from your lungs again when you looked at the corresponding face.

Oh my freaking god. The person attached to the hand you were holding was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous and even though you usually could keep your cool around handsome man, his dazzling look caught you a bit of guard.

You cleared your throat. “I uh.. hi.” 

“Hi.” The handsome stranger answered and looked down at your still intertwined hands.

“Oh!” You sheepishly said and let go of his hand. “Sorry!”

You watched how his lips curled up, giving you a warm smile. “Don’t worry about it.”

Oh goodness, this man was freaking handsome. His Adonis-like body was covered in a black top with matching shorts, hugging his well trained frame and his eyes.. bloody hell, his eyes were ocean-blue and stared straight into yours. A couple dark-brown curls which were carrying a few drops of sweat covered his forehead. With the back of his hand he wiped the curls back, the motion making his bicep bulge and you swallowed as you felt a flutter in your lower stomach.

“I saw you trying to get onto the crate, do you need a hand with that?” His question made you realize that you were shamelessly starring at him. Shit, get it together!

You looked at the crate and your eyes narrowed, as if you forgot what you were doing. “Yeah..” You started, “I am trying to get onto this stupid crate. My friend helped me earlier by holding my hand and I had no trouble getting onto it. But when I want to try it myself I somehow seem to lock up. Afraid that I will fall face first and lose my teeth.” Frustration lacing your voice as you sighed.

The stranger grinned and folded his arms. “Alright, let’s see it.” He said, waving a hand to the crate before returning to his pose. 

You blinked. “You want me to jump? Or.. at least try to?”

“Yes,” he simply answered and shrugged, “how else can I help you?”

“Good point.” You mumbled and stood in front of the crate. “But I expect you to catch me if I fall again.” That statement made his lip twitch and he nodded. “I got you.”

You took a deep breath and made a move to get onto the crate, but like the other attempts you failed and if it wasn’t for the striking stranger quickly shooting forward placing his strong hands on your hips you’d be flat on your ass again. 

The way his broad hands had grabbed you made your blood thrum for a whole different reason. You swallowed thickly and stepped out of his embrace.

“Thanks for catching me.”

He smiled. “My pleasure.”

Well, it was definitely my pleasure, you thought, but you quickly pressed your lips together before the words could tumble out of your mouth.

“Okay, so I think you need to bend your knees even further and really bring them to your chest when you jump up. That way you’re making sure to get your entire feet onto the crate instead of just your toes.”

You really tried your best to focus on his words and nodded like you understood him. But at the same time you were also wandering how he would look without his sport-outfit, how his skin would stretch over his thick muscles, how he would feel hovering over — 

“Questions?” He asked.

Yes, please take your clothes off. “No all quite clear, let me try.” You took a deep breath, rolling your shoulders back. Okay focus. Again.

This time you did like he asked and to your surprise both of your soles were planted onto the surface, except now you were in an uncomfortable crouch which threw you off balance. With a yelp and wave of your arms you were heading for the floor, but again, he was right there to catch you.

“You see,” he said happily and helped you to your feet. “You’re getting there, let’s go again. But now make sure to swing your arms harder and try to stretch up when you hit the top. Alright?”

Gods, his deep voice was so sexy. If he would ask you to hold your breath and count to 100 you would do it. “Yes.”

Rubbing your hands together you regained your position, trying to ignore his burning gaze and his fine hands, ready to catch you again. 

Taking a breath in through your nose, holding it a few second and blowing out of your mouth you went for it again. Feeling more confident but just when you jumped the fear of falling clouded your mind, causing you to halter your movement. 

A laugh escaped you while the stranger straightened from his position, grinning and cocking a brow at you. 

“I’m sorry, I just got scared all of the sudden. It’s so stupid!” You explained and pressed your palms into your eyes. Suddenly feeling a bit ashamed.

A shudder ran down your spine as your felt two warm hands grab your wrists, tugging at them gently to reveal your eyes so you could meet the kind bright ones.

“You know what, why don’t you hold my hand if that makes you feel more secure. Then I can also check your form and can probably tell you how to do it on your own.” 

Struggling to find the right words to answer you nodded and gladly reached out for his extended hand. My goodness, you knew you weren’t the biggest or tallest but your hand almost disappeared in his.

“Ready?” You nodded again and brought your focus onto the crate in front of you as he counted down. “Three.. two.. one!” You squeezed his hand and jumped up, both of your feet landed on top of the crate and you straightened your legs. Now standing tall while holding his hand.

“Look at you!” He said and you almost were sad when he let go of your hand to give you a small applause. 

You rolled your eyes at him but couldn’t hide the grin which tugged at your lips. “Urgh, it’s just how far I got with my friend, it’s pathetic.”

His brows furrowed. “Don’t say that.” Your grin faded quickly at the seriousness in his voice. “You’re more capable of than you know. Have faith in yourself, alright?”

You fluttered your lashes as you felt your cheeks warm. “You’re right, I’m sorry. Feel free to continue your work-out, I don’t want to hold you off.”

“You’re not, I volunteered remember? Your posture is good, it's just in your head. You know what, let’s put a reward to it so it will give you more motivation.” He pointed at the crate again, gesturing to get into position again. 

“Alright? Like what?” You answered and bended your knees again. 

To be honest you didn’t need to think twice about the reward but to answer his question with ‘you’ would probably not be appropriate and besides you didn’t want to scare him off. 

“Let me treat you on a delicious smoothie from across the street, they just opened last week and they are amazing. You definitely deserve one but only if you make it onto the crate.” He challenged you and gave you this wicked look which made you tremble.

Great heavens, please let this time be the attempt where you would be able to get onto this freaking stupid piece of wood.

You eyed him for a split second and then regained your focus on the crate before you. Come on, I fucking got this. This time I can do it. 

Biting your lip you furrowed your brow, slipping into focus while the ambience noise faded. Three.. two.. one..

“Oh my God!” You yelled when you realized that your soles were planted on top while standing steady on the wooden surface. “I did it!”

Relief and happiness bursted through your body like a shock wave and you looked at the stranger full with disbelieve.

“I told you!” He said enthusiastically and held up both his palms, ready to give you a high ten. With the broadest smile you slapped his palms and yelped when he interlaced his fingers with yours, tugging you from the crate. Your mind struggled to keep up with the motion as he hugged you tightly.

Holy fucking shit. Your heart pounded wildly in your chest. Your breath hitched in your throat and you tried hard not to focus on how your breasts felt against his well muscled chest, the sensation making your nipples peak. 

With a beaming smile he had placed you onto your feet. “I’m proud of you —“ he said and you told him your name.

“Well I couldn’t do it without your help, so thank you —?” You paused and waited for him to tell his name.

“Henry.” He answered and ran a hand through his curls.

“Henry,” you repeated. “I guess you own me a smoothie.”

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Hostile Territory - Chapter 16

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Leah Coleman)

Word count: 2.1K

Warnings: grief, past loss

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Day 185

As soon as her team made it back, Leah disappeared. She had jumped off the turret before Rohan had even slowed the humvee down to a full stop. By the time Sy had finished checking in with everyone else, no one had any idea where she had gone.

As her team leader, Ben had gone to her room to check in with her but he’d found it empty. When the guys had checked the chow hall and gym without success, Sy grew more concerned. He dismissed the four worried men with a promise to handle things himself.

There were only so many places one could be on base and none of them were so secluded that no one would stumble across you. It wasn’t until Sy patrolled the perimeter of the base that he remembered how Leah had been perched on the top of her bed when the whole fiasco with Nielsen had first gone down. It was the only time he’d seen the pressure get to her.

The roof had various heights and if she climbed up to the Western side, no one would be able to see her from the watchtower. How the hell she had managed to get up there—if she was up there—in full tactical gear was beyond his comprehension but there was nowhere else to look.

It took him pulling a humvee up flush against the side of the building to reach a broken off ladder. He could just barely reach the bottom rung and had to muscle his way up the last four feet. Once he heaved himself over the edge, he was happy to note that his efforts hadn’t been in vain.

Leah didn’t so much as spare a glance at him as he lowered himself next to her.

“What you did was reckless,” he stated, pulling his knees up and leaning his crossed arms on them.

“I don’t care,” she sniffed, wiping her cheek on the shoulder of her uniform jacket, “I’ll take the punishment for disobeying direct orders.”

The only thing Leah had ever seemed to care about was being good at her job. The fact that she was so quick to put everything at risk told Sy that Niki held a special place in her heart. That kind of loyalty couldn’t be bought. It was the kind you forged by walking through fire and helping each other through to the other side. Seeing him hurt was punishment enough.

“I’m not here to scold you. What you did saved his life. I expect he will make it out of this with minimal lasting injuries. I’m sorry you had to see your… friend like that.”

“What was that tone for?” Leah’s eyes found his for the first time, a suspicious frown on her face.

Sy shifted uncomfortably. “Well, you wouldn’t be the first girl to have a crush on her brother’s best friend. It’s not much of a stretch to think that the two of you might be involved.”

“What? No, it’s not like that. Niki was just…” She let out a frustrated groan, closing her eyes and slamming her head back against the brick. “Niki was a big part of my life from the time I started high school to when I joined the army. The thought of losing him hurts as bad as the thought of losing my brother.”

Tears fell down her cheeks and Sy had to lock his hands together to keep from wiping them away. The last thing she would want would be for him to draw attention to them and the last thing she needed was her superior getting too handsy. Again.

“I taught him how to shoot,” she added after a beat of silence. “When I was fifteen I told him that if he planned on making the military his career then he needed to learn.”

“Wait, why was a fifteen year old teaching a… ” Sy’s eyebrows pulled together as he did the math in his head. “Twenty-something year old how to shoot? Where were your parents in all this?”

Leah snorted, shaking her head. “How much time have you got?”

Sy knew it was a rhetorical question but he felt compelled to answer all the same. He had a feeling she wouldn’t actually tell him otherwise and he was dying to learn anything he could about her.

“For you? All the time in the world.”

Leah’s eyes grew wide as she looked up at him. Her face was covered in dust except for where her tears had left trails down to her chin. She unzipped her jacket, having already removed her helmet and her plates, and shrugged it off. Sy mirrored her action, getting more comfortable in the late afternoon heat.

“I never knew my mother. She was only eighteen when she got pregnant with Caleb. Her family disowned her for the whole having sex out of wedlock thing and Dad was a newly enlisted corpsman who was always away. When he was finally close to coming home for good, the war happened.”

Sy already knew that she’d lost her father but the fact that she’d never known her mother was news to him.

“At some point my mother got it in her head that maybe if she just had another baby, she could convince him to come back so she got pregnant with me on purpose while Dad was on leave but all that did was leave her more miserable. For the second time before she’d even turned twenty-five, she had to go through a pregnancy basically alone, only that time she had a toddler to care for as well.

“One morning about a year after I was born, my mom dropped Caleb off at school then took me next door to the retired couple who used to babysit us. She got in her car and drove away. No one has heard from her since.”

Leah could feel Sy’s full attention on her. She had never had to lay out her life story before, only ever going so far as to say her father was dead. For some reason she didn’t understand, she wanted Sy to know this about her. She wanted to show him that she trusted him and that she wasn’t hiding anything when it came to Niki.

“Dad was granted a compassionate discharge and my mother lost all her parental rights. He made sure that she could never come back and take us away from him after abandoning us. He may not have been there in Caleb’s early days but he always did as much as he could for us even if he was an ocean away. Caleb always knew his dad loved him…”

Leah covered her face with both hands and, for a moment, Sy thought that maybe she’d decided that was enough story-telling for a day, but she choked down a sob and lifted her head again.

“What we didn’t know was that before he was discharged, Dad was injured in an explosion. We didn’t know he’d been living with shrapnel still stuck in his body—shrapnel that shifted and caused an embolism when I was fourteen. At nineteen our mother had Caleb. When Caleb was nineteen and in his first year of pre-med, he was given custody of me.”

“Fuck, Leah, I’m so sorry.”

He really was. She lost the only parent she’d ever known, someone she obviously cared for deeply. No one deserved that.

“Niki and a few of Caleb’s other friends took it upon themselves to help look out for me. They would come over most nights and study together. They would take turns making dinner so we didn’t always have to. Everyone knew Caleb was born to be a doctor and they didn’t want him to get behind because of what happened, myself included. I kept to myself, I tried harder in school to make sure none of the teachers would question how well Caleb took care of me, I got a job.”

Sy shifted, cursing his dick for the inappropriately timed interest. The first time she’d mentioned her job had been when she’d drawn that moth on his chest. Just the memory of their closeness was enough to send his imagination running wild.

“Niki was the only one who noticed that all of that was just for the sake of appearances. He was the only one who noticed how much losing Dad had destroyed something inside me. Dad and I used to do everything together. Caleb was the smart kid, he was into books and that kind of thing so as soon as he was old enough to be home alone he stopped tagging along to our hunting trips or to the shooting range. He still came camping with us but he’d just read by the lake while Dad and I took the paddleboards out. Each of us is one perfect half of Dad. Caleb got his smarts and I got his inability to sit still.

“About a year after he died, Niki found me in the kitchen, crying my eyes out as I cleaned my father’s gun collection. Until then, I hadn’t even been able to set foot in dad’s office. Niki didn’t say anything. He just pulled his laptop out of his book bag and started typing up an essay. I hadn’t realized until he did that how good it felt to not have to hide. He didn’t make me talk or anything, he was just… there. And that was enough, you know?

“That’s when Niki started taking me to the range once a month. He let me teach him how to shoot. He helped me cope and by the time he got into OCS, I didn’t feel like my grief was going to swallow me up whole anymore. I’d started letting myself live again. I’d found a new hobby that I could do on my own. I opened up to Caleb and stopped feeling like I was a burden in his life.”

Sy had no idea that Leah hid so much pain behind her tough exterior but he felt like he should have guessed. He was no stranger to difficult family dynamics but at least they were still around. He might have once felt like his parents neglected him in order to care for his younger brothers but that didn’t mean he didn’t also know he was loved. Leah grew up knowing her mom had attempted to use her birth to manipulate her father and ran away when it didn’t work. It was no wonder having Niki around elicited such a strong reaction from her.

“Sounds to me like Niki is a really stand up guy.”

“Yeah. He was.”

“Is,” Sy corrected. “He ain’t goin’ nowhere. I’m sorry I’ve been so hard on ya since he got here.” He let out a deep sigh, feeling like an asshole for letting his jealousy affect his job. “I asked him about you… When he first got here and ya jumped on him. I just assumed you guys had some sort of romantic relationship or at least that it had been once. He said it wasn’t like that but something in his tone made me think I wasn’t gettin’ the full story. I thought that if anyone picked up on how close you were that they would assume you were sleeping with him.”

Then there was the fact that, even if he’d initiated their kiss, she’d kissed him back. Of course some little part of him had been all too quick to believe she’d only been interested in him to get ahead. That same part of him that seemed to always compel him to make stupid decisions in his youth rather than asking anyone for help. The part of him that needed to be knocked down to his knees before allowing him to dedicate his efforts to constructive endeavors.

There was a beat of silence before Sy spoke again.

“I hope ya know that ya never have to hide. Not from me.” He was referring to her earlier words but also to the way in which she’d climbed up the fucking building just to be alone. He still hadn’t bothered asking how she’d managed that. “I need to know what’s goin’ on with you as your CO but I… I would want to know regardless.”

Leah didn’t say anything in response but the way she leaned her head on his shoulder as she cried until she ran out of tears was answer enough.

Chapter 17