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marveldcmistress · 2 years ago

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Heartbreak Amongst the Harem

A/N: It's here! Thank you to @just-ten-cents for the encouragement and beta writing for me! And like most of my writing, this is purely self-serving. Based off a dream I had about Mikey, but I threw is the other three just for spice and giggles. Enjoy!

Summary: Reader is in a poly relationship, and everything was going great, until a lack of communication and people's hurt feelings cause some loyalty issues.

Pairings: Mike (Hellraiser) x Plus Size!Reader, Captain Syverson x Plus Sized!Readaer, August Walker x Plus Sized!Reader, Walter Marshall x Plus Sized!Reader

Trigger Warnings: cheating, reverse harem, cussing, physical violence/threats of physical violence, hints and innuendos of smut, drinking and smoking, if there's anymore just let me know.

If someone would have told you a year ago you would be in a relationship with four men, who are more than happy to share you, you would have laughed in their face. It was a wonder even one out of the three older men took a second glance at you, let alone all three wanting you. You were less surprised about Mikey though. You were fully aware that he was a whore. He almost bragged about it when he could come in during your shifts at the bar.

All four had been customers at some point or other. Sy, Walter, and August had all grown up together. Despite being fourth cousins, twice removed, or however they tried to explain it to you, they grew up in tight knit families. Eventually, Sy went into the military, August was hired into the CIA and Walter went off to college and became a cop. But as life goes, it brought them back together when Sy retired, August chose to leave the CIA, and Walter offered to move them into his house to fill the void Faye left when she went to college.

Sy had started his own dog training business while August became a personal trainer for the police academy. Months after though was when Sy got the call from one of their other cousin’s, Liza. Liza had gotten pregnant at 17 and raised Mikey mostly on her own. When Mikey had gotten into college in the same city, she had practically BEGGED Sy and Walter to let him live with them so he would stay out of trouble. And it worked, for the most part. There had been a few times where some of Mikey’s flings had shown up to the house because he had ghosted them and they couldn’t handle it, but Walter had that straightened out pretty quickly.

The first time you met them, they had all come in for Mikey’s 22nd birthday, only wanting a couple drinks and some wings before going home for work the next morning. You were behind the bar, busting ass alone and looking fantastic while doing it. Sy and August had shared a look. It wasn’t uncommon for them to share a woman during their usual one night stands. Walter had rolled his eyes and shook his head. One day these three were going to get him killed. Despite his thought process though, he could agree that you were an attractive woman. All four men were flirting with you all night, causing a blush to cover not only your cheeks, but spread all the way down your neck and across your chest, much to their delight.

It went on that way for months, sometimes they would come in individually, just two or three of them, or as the whole group. Sometimes it was deep conversation about the darkness they had seen in the world, the battle of darkness inside of them, and the anger at the universe they held for making them go through that darkness alone. Everytime though they would flirt with you. Eventually, you fell in love with them.

Sy was the perfect southern gentleman, funny and sweet and respectful. He always told the worst dad jokes. August was snarky and sarcastic, but he called you Kitten and it just made you weak in the knees. Walter was grumpy and brooding, but the intellectual conversations you would have stimulated you mentally, which stimulated you sexually as well. He could also appreciate any insight you could provide from what little he could tell you about his cases.

And last but not least, Mikey. He had gotten the nickname Baby from you because of his baby face. He was like a puppy dog to you. It had taken some convincing from Mikey and the others for you to give him a chance. It was unconventional, but it worked for the five of you. Sy and August were your makeshift bouncers when your boss fired the last one you had without having someone to replace him and they never interfered with your job unless it was a risk to your safety. Sometimes when flirting with customers for tips they would get carried away, but that’s not the point.

Everything was going great, until you got that text that shattered everything. It had been a beautiful summer day in the middle of July. Sy had taken you and Walter on a trip for the weekend in between cases. The cabin on the lake was beautiful, lush green grass surrounding you, trees thick and abundant. Sy and Walter were on the docks fishing while you were sitting on the porch drinking a glass of moscato. August had appointments for a personal training business he had just started and Mikey had opted out, spouting something about having summer classes he had homework for. It struck you as odd, he hadn’t told you about taking summer classes before, but you shook it off and decided to have a good trip with the two lovers you had with you. There was no cell service out here so you had to entertain yourself.

After your much needed break with your boys, filled with sex and rest, it was back to business as usual. Walter had once asked you to move in, to which you had told him it was too soon. You would love to move in one day, when your relationship with all four men was at a more permanent standing. It wasn’t that you didn’t see a future with them, but you were still unsure as to how this poly situation would work long term. But that was a discussion for another day.

It was a week after your trip and you were hustling behind the bar, flipping bottles and slinging drinks. It was an extra busy Saturday night, the band being extremely popular amongst the local community. Sy and August were standing at the very end of the bar by the door, two sets of military trained eyes scoping every part of the crowded room. You’re so busy you don’t have time to check your phone when you see a notification from Mikey light your phone up.

It wasn’t until after the last customer had left and you finished all of your side work did you look at your phone. Sy was walking behind you to his truck, his hand in your back pocket. August had left after last call, saying he was gonna set up your nightly routine at home so it was ready when you got there. Your boys always treated you so well.

You unlock your phone and click on the notification. You weren’t surprised to see he had sent you a video, as Mikey had an obsession with TikToK and liked to share what he thought you would enjoy. As you wait for the video to load, Sy helps you climb into his truck, his hands pushing you by the ass into the seat, pinching just under the cheeks before you sit down.

“Ow, Sy!” you yelp. He just chuckles, vibrations coming from deep in his chest.

“Can’t help it, Sugar. It’s just so juicy,” he says as he sends you his signature failed wink, making you laugh as you call him an asshole. You had almost forgotten your phone in your hand until the video started playing. You watch, confused at first as to why you see your ex-coworker MaKenna on the screen. But the longer the video goes on, the worse it gets. She’s half naked, completely bare from the bottom down and bouncing on someone’s……. And then you see his face and your blood starts to boil.

It’s Mikey, under your ex-coworker, letting her ride reverse cowgirl. His hands are on her hips and his hips are meeting hers and you’re gonna get sick. MaKenna wasn’t exactly a bad coworker or person, you knew she was promiscuous, and you didn’t judge her for it. But she knew you and Mikey were together. And though it was an unconventional relationship you had with him and his cousins, you were big on loyalty and each man had pledged their loyalty only to you. So for him to have done this to you broke you on the inside.

Just as they start to get louder, tears start to burn in your eyes. Sy catches on to the noise coming from your phone and looks over the console to your phone. The second he recognizes his little cousin’s face, he’s pissed. He knew Mikey had been a slut, but it seems he needs to teach the little prick a lesson about messing around on the woman you promised to only give certain affections and attentions to.

“That little fucker. I’m gonna beat his ass.” he mumbles, starting to tear out of the parking lot and speed towards home. You ignore him, locking your phone and wiping the tears out of your eyes. You had confided in all four that you had been cheated on before, and all of them had worked hard to earn your trust. You never thought one of them would do something like this to you. Before you could stop it, a sob burst from your chest and out of your mouth. That’s when the dam really broke and you started crying uncontrollably.

“Oh baby. I’m sorry, I know it hurts. I’m gonna get you home and August and I are gonna take good care of ya. And then we’re gonna hunt down that little prick and kick his ass real good.” He reaches across the console to wipe the tears from your eyes before wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into his side. It’s uncomfortable, the console digging into your ribs, but you appreciate his attempt to love on you.

You pull into the driveway ten minutes later. Sy doesn’t even give you a chance to get out on your own, opening your door and wrapping his arms around your waist and carrying you inside the house. August had heard you pull in and met you at the door, one brow lifted in question. Then he saw your red, puffy eyes and his ocean eyes turned murderous. You simply just unlocked your phone and handed it to him, Sy walking away to let him watch the video without hurting you even further.

“What the actual fuck?!”

“I’m already planning to kick his ass so get in line. But right now she is my main priority,” Sy hollers behind his back. Normally you would admonish him for talking about you in front of you like you weren’t even there, but you were too busy trying to keep air in your lungs to really care about telling him off. Your chest hurt and your eyes stung and it just felt like your world had come crashing down. You knew you would owe Sy big time when this was over. August too.

Sy had carried you into the master bathroom where August had set up a bubble bath with candles and snacks. He had taken to spoiling you after your long shifts. You had found out very quickly he was dominant and took his duties as a dom seriously, and that included pampering you with only the best. Most weekend evenings/mornings after your shifts at the bar include a hot bubble bath with your favorite wine, snacks, and a good foot rub. That is usually followed by a full body massage with your favorite lotion. If you happened to stay awake during the massage, you’d then get the best dick down to finish you off and send you to sleep more than satisfied.

“Baby doll?” Sy’s voice pulls you out of whatever trance you were in. You look up into his eyes, before looking over his shoulder to August’s concerned gaze. You hate the pity you see in both of their eyes, hate knowing they are looking at you in such a vulnerable state.

“Do you want us to help you, Kitten?” August asks. You don’t know what you want. You want them there for comfort, as that’s what partners are for. You want the floor to open you up and swallow you whole. You want to forget that Mikey even exists and that you ever met him. You don’t know…..

August must see it on your face because he moves to the tub and takes the plug out to let the water drain. He then swiftly moves to the shower and turns it on as hot as you can stand it. Sy slowly starts to ease your shirt up and over your head, before moving to your jeans. You know there is nothing sexual motivating his actions, but you can’t help but bring your arms up to cover yourself. Sy squats down to his knees to help you take off your pants, and August moves to leave a kiss on your forehead before pulling out his phone and walking out of the room.

Sy moves you bodily to the shower, helping you slip in before telling you he’ll be in the other room when you get out.. You see him set out a towel and fresh clothes from Walter’s closet before leaving the bathroom. The sound of the door clicking shut resonates in the silent room. The only noise being the shower water hitting the tiled floor and your quiet sobbing. You slide to sit on the floor, bringing your knees to your chest and burying your head.

You felt ridiculous. Part of the reason you had been so hesitant to even consider adding Mikey to your little group was his history with women. All four men were open about how he treated his flings when he was done with them. You were also concerned about his age. You didn’t normally go for guys around your age, and especially younger. Three years wasn’t much of a gap physically, but maturity wise had been a big red flag to you.

Eventually you had cried yourself dry and the water had turned cold. You stood up, shutting off the water. You hadn’t even had the shower door fully open before Walter burst in the bathroom. You wanted to cover yourself, but he didn’t give you the chance. Before you could blink, he had you wrapped in his big arms, the wool of his sweater scratching against your bare skin. He sways you back and forth and you’re bombarded with the memory of him telling you this is how he used to get Faye to sleep when she was a baby.

“I’m so sorry, baby. August called me and I rushed right over.” he slowly releases you when he remembers you’re fully naked. He moves back to the toilet where he gets the towel and wraps it around you. You want to argue that you can dry and dress yourself, but the energy just doesn’t seem to be there. Once he’s satisfied that you've dried off enough, he pulls one of his softer sweaters over your head, lifting your arms and slotting them into the sleeves. He kneels with a pair of boxers in hand, lifting each foot and sliding the shorts up your legs. He makes a show of bringing them up over your ass, and you give him a small smile. All three of these beautiful men, trying to make you feel better. How did you get so lucky?

When Walter is happy that you are finally ready for bed, he scoops you up by the thighs and carried you into the bedroom. You see Sy already laying in bed, shirtless but wearing pajama bottoms. You hear August in the kitchen, assuming he’s putting away the snacks he had planned for your nightly routine. Walter lays you in the middle of the California King sized bed, right next to Sy, before moving to the closet to change into pajamas while Sy turns and snuggles into your side, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and ribs.

“I know this probably won’t mean much, but he doesn’t deserve you, Sugar.” Sy mumbles into your chest. Even now, you can’t help but find amusement in his obsession with your tits. His favorite pillows, he once said.

“Thanks, Sy.” you mumble. You feel the bed dip beside you, turning to find Walter getting in on your right side. He’s also shirtless only wearing pajama bottoms, and the fuzz on his chest is thicker than the others.

“He’s right, Love. You are an incredible woman, and it’s Michael’s loss if he can’t see that.” his voice rumbles through your whole body. They’re both so warm, so soft. You internally chuckle at the contradiction. All four of them had godlike bodies, firm muscles and virile masculine strength. You lose your amusement as you think of Mikey again.

You look up as August walks in, dressed just as the other two. You were prepared for the nightly argument of who was going to cuddle with you and how. When it came to sex, these men worked together like a well oiled machine, each one moving perfectly in sync with the other to bring you the highest heights of pleasure. But when it came to cuddles, they fought over you like children with a teddy bear. But none of that happened. With Sy on his side to your left, Walter on his side to your right, and you on your back in the middle, August made his way between your legs and laid right on top of you. His torso was half on top of you, with his head on your sternum right below your breasts, half on the bed between your thighs, and the rest of his body between your spread calves.

“I feel like I’m in a puppy pile,” you mutter, causing all three men to chuckle. They quiet quickly though, all three concluding you’re trying to hide your pain through humor. Three sets of arms squeeze you tightly, and you soak up the love radiating from the three beautiful souls surrounding you. Maybe this heartbreak will be easier to get over when you have three other boyfriends to take care of you. Soon, the snoring coming from Sy, the soothing hand August has rubbing your thigh, and Walter playing with your hair, on top of all of the crying you’ve done, lulls you into a deep sleep.

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When you wake up, the sun is shining through the windows. You’re used to the sun being high in the sky when you wake up, but never have you woken up with one of the guys, aside from Mikey, still in bed with you. Sy was never one to sleep much, years of military training now just ingrained into who he is as a human being. August was usually at the gym, and Walter would be on a case. So it shocked you to still have Walter by your side. You look up to his face and find he is watching you. You should have figured he wouldn’t have been asleep.

“How long have you been up?” you ask, voice hoarse from sleep. Your throat hurt from crying so much last night, and your head was throbbing. Despite having slept deeply for a decent amount of time, you were still exhausted. Your eyes burned and your body felt heavy.

“A few hours. I was up for a bit, but I didn’t want you to wake up alone.” he whispers. You always wondered how he always knew what you needed, even if it was something as small as keeping his voice low because your head hurts, when you didn’t even tell him.

“Thanks, babe. Where’s the other two?” you look around. You can hear someone working around in the kitchen. The smells of bacon and eggs finally hits your senses and your stomach grumbles. You silently wished Walter hadn’t heard. Out of the four, well now three, he was the most anal about making sure you ate enough and stayed hydrated. You look up and there it is, the pointed look he gives you everytime.

“Love, did you eat last night?” You look down in shame. You had a horrible habit of getting so caught up at work you forget to order food from the kitchen before it closes.

“You see, what had happened was..” you start. Walter rolls his eyes and huffs, beginning to roll away from you. You pull him back in protest.

“Listen to me! I didn’t have the chance to eat because I had to get the bar put together because Katie had to leave early and then we got slammed and Sheri couldn’t keep up with her tables so they kept coming up to the bar and then we just, didn’t slow down until after close, so Sy and I were going to go get something to eat and then….” you trail off, your brain bringing up the awful memory of what your….. You’re not even sure what to call Mikey. Walter notices where your mind seems to go and quickly put his hand under your chin and raises your eyes to his.

“Sy is making breakfast,” he starts.

“Fuck yeah,” you mumble. Sy was the best cook in the entire group, and his breakfast was fire. Walter rolls his eyes at that.

“And August went to the gym. Grumbling something about still being pissed off.” That last bit of information didn’t surprise you at all. August was crazy, as you had seen one night when a customer had gotten too handsy and decided to fight Auggie when he tried to throw him out. You were not ashamed to admit it made you so horny that you jumped him in the car at the end of your shift. It may have also revealed just how toxic you could be at times to the entire group. None of them seemed to mind though.

Just then, Sy came into the bedroom, carrying a tray full of food. You see french toast and biscuits and gravy, eggs, bacon, ham, fruit. All of your favorite breakfast foods. God you love these men. Sy sees you eyeing the tray and raises his eyebrows suggestively.

“Well good morning to you too, Sugar. You sleep alright?” He kisses your forehead while balancing the tray in his hand. You soak up the affection, staring at him as he brings the tray to sit in your lap. You pick up a fork and dig in, almost inhaling the fruit and french toast, feeding bites to each man beside you. It was almost perfect, until you heard the front door open and Mikey’s voice rings through the house. Your hand tightens around your fork and Walter is quick enough to move the tray off your lap as Sy flies off the bed and out of the room. You both quickly follow him, knowing deep down you wouldn’t be able to keep Sy from kicking his ass.

You stand at the top of the stairs and watch as Sy barrels towards Mikey, shoving him against the wall and holding him up by the front of the shirt. Walter moves you to the side, coming to stand on the steps in front of you but not shielding you from watching what was happening. Mikey’s eyes go wide and his hands go up at his sides.

“Woah, woah, woah. Easy, big guy. Good morning to you, too.” It wasn’t unusual for Sy and Mikey to wrestle in the house. But the look on Sy’s face told Mikey this was anything but playful.

“How was your studying session, Mike?” Sy snarls. His voice sent shivers down your spine. You almost feel sorry for anyone who had to go against your Captain. It was joked once that he was a bull, once he sees red there’s no running from him.

“It was fine. What is your problem, man?’ Mike stutters. That just seems to piss Sy off even more because he removes one hand and pulls it back before punching Mike in the stomach. The younger man doubles over before Sy lifts him back into a standing position. Part of you wants to step in. Yes Mike hurt you, but you don’t usually condone physical violence unless absolutely necessary. But on the other hand, Karma is a bitch, and he’s had more than enough coming his way.

“Now, you wanna try that again?” Sy growls. Mikey looks up to you, and your heart breaks all over again. You see the moment it clicks in his head, and shame fills his eyes.

“Sweetcheeks…” he tries. Sy shakes him hard.

“You don’t get to speak to her. You’re lucky August isn’t here because he wouldn’t be as easy on you as I am right now. I thought we had a clear understanding on what this relationship meant to her, and now you’ve set all of us back. She’s going to shut herself off and we’ll have to work double to get her trust back. Fucking idiot.” Sy pushes him harder into the wall before dropping him not so gently to the floor. You move past Walter and make your way down the stairs. You put a hand on Sy’s shoulder and he looks at you. You can hear his thoughts as loud as if he said them out loud; ‘you don’t have to do this’.

Mikey stands up and looks at you, flashing his puppy dog eyes and pouty lips. Normally it would melt your heart, but right now it just turns it to stone. You wonder how you would be responding if you didn’t have the strength of the two men behind you.

“Taking summer classes, huh? Does the name MaKenna ring a bell?” you seethe. You had once confided in how insecure she made you feel. She was your height but very petite. You had noted how her breasts were the perfect size that they just stayed perky, making you self-conscious of your larger chest that hangs low. Not that you didn’t love your body, but loving yourself is a long, bumpy road.

“Babycakes,” Mikey tries again.

“What did Sy say? You don’t have the privilege of speaking to me. Ya know, Mikey, it took a lot of convincing from your cousins to even get me to consider giving you a chance, based off your history with women. I knew from the get go this was going to end badly but I had that littlest bit of hope that I was wrong. I can’t even stand looking at you right now.” you say, turning away from him. You move but before you get too far, he reaches out and grabs your arm. You spin quickly, and before anyone can blink you slap him. Hard as fuck. Your palm stings and his face immediately turns red. You turn and run before he can see you start to cry.

“Great contact, Sugar.” Sy mumbles as you rush past him, giving Mikey one last hard look before following you upstairs. Walter, who had been silent during this entire altercation, finally looked at Mike.

“I’m not going to discuss any of this with you, right now. I’m more disappointed than angry,” he starts. Mikey rolls his eyes.

“No offense, Walt, but I don’t need the dad lecture at the moment,” he says sarcastically. That’s what finally set the normally stoic detective off.

“Obviously you do! Maybe if that piece of shit father of yours would have stuck around you would have turned out better.” That fucking stung. Mikey had taken some time to open up about his dad bailing on him and his mom. He blamed himself for a long time, something you strived to help him heal.

“But he didn’t, so now it is up to myself and the other two to teach you something about being a man. I understand that before her you made no commitments to the women you took to your bed. But when you actually make a promise to someone you don’t break it like that. I’m going to ask you once to leave. Take a few days at a friend’s while we discuss how we want to proceed from here.”

Mikey went to protest but the look on Walter’s face killed the argument before it could leave his mouth. He knew he fucked up, and he hears his mother’s voice in his head telling him to face the consequences of his decisions.

“Can I at least grab some stuff before I go?” he mumbles. Walter nods but says nothing else. He watches as Mikey gathers some things before moving towards the front door. He pauses before opening the door, turning back to the older man.

“I’m sorry, Walt.”

Walter shakes his head. “I’m not the one you should be apologizing to. We all have some talking to do, but for right now let the dust settle. She needs to heal some from this. And before you start accusing me of choosing a woman over family, remember that you are the one in the wrong in this scenario.”

And with that Walter went upstairs, leaving Mike to walk out of the house with his tail between his legs. Just as he was getting to his car, August pulls up beside him. Mike barely has his door open before August is on him, throwing him up against his car.

“I should beat the fuck out of you right now.” he hisses. If Mike thought Sy was scary, August was terrifying. He remembered one night when they all had had way too much to drink and August went to a really dark place mentally, giving a recount of just how many people he had killed during his time working for the CIA. Mike knew just how skilled August was in the arts of torture, and the thought alone of what he could do to him almost made him piss himself.

“Listen, Sy has already given it to me and she left this beautiful hand print on my face, so give me a break, okay? You can come at me later when Walter lets me back in the house,” he grumbles. August locks in on that last bit of information.

“Walter kicked you out?”

“He said it’s just for a few days.” August nods.

“Well whatever you do, do NOT go back to that little bitch’s house. Find a GUY friend to stay with. And call your mother, before one of us does.”

Mikey should have known that was coming. All three of the older men were fiercely loyal to his mother, and never missed an opportunity to let her know when he did something stupid. But this was probably the worst thing he could’ve told her. He sighs and gets in his car, thinking of who he could call that would let him stay a few days.

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August makes his way to the bedroom immediately upon walking into the house. He didn’t want to leave you this morning but he was still so pissed by what happened early this morning he knew it would do no one any good if he didn’t get it out of his system. So he went to the gym where he almost destroyed a punching bag and scared some staff members. One of his training buddies had finally had enough of him abusing the gym equipment and said something.

“Now what did the bag ever do to you?” Geralt asks. The man was taller than August with more muscle, but he had a more even temperament. August puts his hands down and huffs.

“I’m picturing Mikey’s face.” he growls. Geralt just raises a brow. August had talked about his little cousin and the relationship he had with the bartender. He’d been to the bar and wasn’t hesitant to admit he could understand the attraction. You were a beautiful woman, fiery and bubbly simultaneously. It was adorable.

“What did the little idiot do this time?” Geralt had come to calling him that after he had drunkenly picked up a rabid raccoon out of the dumpster and it bit him.

“He hooked up with MaKenna.” August says. Geralt pauses to rack his brain.

“The little redhead that worked there before she was fired for having sex in the parking lot during her shift?”

“That’s why they fired her?” August spins to face the larger man. You had said she was fired for employee misconduct and insubordination, but you never gave the specifics. “You know what, I’m not surprised.”

“That’s what I heard from the owner at a house party a week after that, I think. Doesn’t matter. How did you guys find out?”

“The stupid shit sent her a video of them fucking to her, in the same bath tub in the cabin Sy took her to last weekend.” August shakes his head. Little shit couldn’t have even been original.

“And he’s still breathing?” Geralt looks surprised.

“For now. But when I see him….” August’s hands curl into fists at his side and he almost starts shaking. Geralt gives a hum and then pats his back, turning to leave his friend to stew in his feelings and planning a nice phone call to the beautiful bartender with a broken heart at home.

Shaking the memory from his mind, August opens the bedroom door to see you curled into Sy’s chest, shoulders shaking but no noise coming from you. Only the vision of the bright hand print on Mikey’s face calms his rising anger. He hears Walter in the bathroom and the shower turning on. Sy finally notices him and makes eye contact. It was almost a telepathic conversation between the two men: our baby needs us.

August turns to his left as Walter walks in, steam following him from the running shower. Sy nudges you up with murmurs of needing to calm down. You grudgingly obey, make eye contact with August before quickly looking away and following them to the shower. August takes this chance to change the sheets, rolling his eyes when he sees the crumbs on the comforter. He’d told them time and again not to let you eat in bed, but they never listen. He’ll let it slide this time, given current circumstances.

After fixing the bed and taking the breakfast down to the kitchen, he starts on the dishes. You had expressed only once that it was your least favorite chore, and he had taken it upon himself to be the designated dishwasher of your group. Despite the shower running upstairs, the water was still scalding and he thanked Walter once again for finally caving and buying a new hot water heater and for Sy saving them money by installing it himself. The burning pain from the water distracted him from the heartbreak he felt coming from you. You always joked you had a radiating energy that affected those around you, but he didn’t think it was a joke.

When he first saw you, you shined so brightly you almost glowed. Your smile was like a beaming ray of sunlight, sending warmth straight through his heart. At first he thought he was dying, that you were an angel of some sort that had shown up to take him to his after life. But one look at Sy and Walter and he knew he wasn’t alone. Bringing you into their lives was like having eternal summer. And now Mikey had gone and shut your light off. He was lucky he was kicked out.

As soon as everything was dried and put away, August made his way upstairs where Sy was carrying you out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Walter followed behind with a brush and some lotion in hand. They met eyes for a moment before moving to sit beside you and Sy on the bed. Sy had you his lap sideways, rocking back and forth while you controlled your breathing. He let you cry in the shower until your breathing turned ragged and he recognized the onset of a panic attack setting in. Walter starts brushing your hair while August takes the lotion and starts rubbing your feet. Soon your breathing evens out and the sniffling quiets.

All three men watch you and you make eye contact with August. He gives you a small smile and brings your ankle up to his mouth for a kiss. His mustache tickles your skin and you pull it back with a small shriek. This causes all three men to chuckle.

“Are you okay, Kitten?” August mumbles. Walter and Sy turn to you pointedly. You hadn’t said anything to them since you ran away from Mikey. They knew you weren’t okay, but they needed you to open up to them so they could help.

“Not really.” you whisper. Your hand still stings from slapping Mikey, but even more so your chest hurts. It feels irrational to you. You have three gods in front of you, ready and willing to worship you, and you’re heartbroken over someone you knew was going to hurt you from the beginning. “I think I’m more pissed than anything. What if this ruins what we have? I don’t want to be here around him but that means I won’t be able to be with you guys as much.”

Sy burst out laughing. You look at him offended, only to catch the amusement on August’s face as well. You turn around to look at Walter and find him chuckling.

“What the fuck is so funny?” you almost yell. August rubs his hand along your naked thigh, bringing your attention down to him.

“Kitten, if you think we’re going to let that little twerp ruin one of the best things to happen to us, you must not hold us in too high of a regard.” he looks at you pointedly.

“Yeah, Sugar. You got me fucked up if you think I’m going to throw you away because of this. If anything, it’s Mikey that’s going in the trash.” Sy says with a smirk. You look at him tentatively, and he gives you his wink/blink. You give him a smile when you feel Walter kiss the top of your head. You look up to make eye contact with your furry lover.

“Besides, I kicked Mikey out,” he says. You immediately sit upright in Sy’s lap, scrambling to stand and look at Walter full on. You bring your hands to your hips, causing the towel to fall and you rush to catch it.

“What do you mean you kicked him out? Don’t cause issues with your family because of me, Walter, that’s crazy.” He just smiles at you. It isn’t fair how pretty he is, how pretty all three of them are. You shouldn’t be jealous because your boyfriends have prettier eyelashes than you do. He reaches for you, bringing you between his legs, spreading them wide to make room for your thick thighs.

“It’s only for a few days, Love. Give him some time to think about what he did and for all of us to cool down.”

“No promises on that last one,” August grumbles. Sy gives a hum of agreement.

“Regardless,” Walter starts, giving a pointed look to the other two men, “even if Michael is here, you still have every right to be in this house. Or we can start spending more time at your place. We can work around this, love.” He grabs your hands in his and brings you close to him. “We love you, Y/N.” he whispers. Tears start to fill your eyes.

“Yeah, Sugar. Sure, your apartment is small and crowded, and you have all those pretty rocks I’m too scared to touch,” Sy starts in, making you giggle.

“They’re called crystals, Sy.” you mumble.

“Whatever, they’re part of your little witchy shit and sets me on edge. But I wouldn’t be anywhere else, cause I love ya.”

“Aww you guys,” you say as the tears really start to flow. You look to August, waiting for him to take his turn to confess his feelings. He just rolls his eyes.

“All this sappy shit. Yes, I love you. This is probably the only time you’ll hear me say it out loud, so soak it up while you can,” he grumbles. You bend down and give him a kiss on his pouting lips.

“I love you, too.” you whisper as you move away from him.

“All of you. I didn’t want to get too close at the beginning because I didn’t want to have to choose between you three, but thank god you suggested this. I know I’m going to be a little down in the coming time, but I appreciate each of you and everything you do for me as a team and as individuals. I don’t know where I’d be without you guys.”

All three men wrap their arms around you like some kind of awkward python of arms and hair. You run one hand through Walter’s hair and the other down August’s back. Sy buries his face in your chest, and you send thanks to the divine universe for the beautiful men it has sent you.

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Mikey pulls up to his friend Evan’s house, aware of the gloom cloud hanging above his head. He’d called him as soon as he pulled out of the driveway at Walter’s, giving as little details as possible as to why he needed a place to crash. Evan was a great friend, but he didn’t need any more judgment today. He was already dreading calling his mother. How was he going to explain to her that he cheated on his girlfriend that he was sharing with his three older cousins? Up until today he wasn’t even sure it WAS cheating. I mean, you had the other three, why couldn’t he fuck other people too?

But then a memory arises in his mind. It had only been a couple months since you had met him and the other three men, and you were freaking out in the cooler at work. It had taken him five minutes to get you calmed enough to tell him what had you in such a state. When you finally confessed that you had caught feelings for him and his cousins, and that you didn’t want to choose between them, he had the best idea. That night he mentioned a poly relationship to August and Sy, unknowing of his cousin’s history of sharing women. When he pitched the idea to Walter, the detective was reluctant. But it took one look at your face when they presented the idea to you to convince the bear to cave.

What Mikey wasn’t prepared for was the jealousy he would feel sometimes. It seemed some days that you treated him like he was still a kid, and the nickname Baby Face only made it worse. The way you talked to the older three like they hung the moon, and the way you let them dominate you. It emasculated him, you never let him top you. When he saw MaKenna at a party one night, and she started flirting with him, he felt good. She talked to him like he knew what he was doing, stroking his ego and he felt on top of the world.

Looking back now, he knows he fucked up. He wished he could blame the alcohol, but he knew deep down that wasn’t an excuse.When you agreed to the poly proposal, you had sat everyone down for a deep discussion on the rules of the relationship and how to operate the slippery slope of romance. You had pressed the seriousness of open communication. If anyone was having any issues, it needed to be talked over and worked out. He just couldn’t bring himself to tell you how he was feeling. And now he may have lost you forever.

He looks up from his steering wheel when he hears a tap on his window. Evan stands there, waving a hand to get his attention. He exits the car, avoiding Evan’s questioning gaze as he gathered his things and followed his friend into the house. He sets his bag on the couch, a deep sigh leaving his chest. He hears Evan say something but didn’t pay attention to his words. He sat down and reached into his bag for his computer when he noticed he had packed one of your shirts that must have gotten mixed in with his laundry somehow. He brings it up to his face and takes a whiff. It still smells like you even after going through the wash and he’s surprised to feel the tears burn his eyes.

That’s how Evan finds him when he walks back in from the kitchen with two beers in hand. Mikey wasn’t one to show much emotion outside of excitement and horniness, so to see him crying really threw his friend for a loop.

“Hey, man, you okay?” he sets the two bottles on the coffee table and moves to sit beside Mike. As an EMT he’s used to having to de-escalate a situation, but this was different somehow.

“I cheated on Y/N,” Mike gets out once he calms down. Evan raises his brows in surprise. He couldn’t lie and say he was shocked. He knew exactly the kind of guy Mike was and exactly the woman you were. He told Mike once that he thought he was too immature for someone like you. You were a grown ass woman, not the little girls Mikey liked to play around with. You had your shit together, a good job and your own place, paid your own bills and never really asked for nor needed help. He had expressed his concerns when Mike had told him you accepted his offer to be shared with his cousins. But alas, Mikey didn’t listen. It took all the willpower Evan had in him not to say ‘I told you so’.

“With who?” he whispered. Getting loud and angry would do his friend no good right now.

“That MaKenna chick, the one you met at the party that one time.” Evan racked his brain, shifting through faces and names. Mike had introduced him to plenty of chicks over the last two years of their friendship.

“Is she the little redhead that worked at the bar with Y/N? The one who got fired for fucking a customer on the clock?”

“Is that why they fired her?” Mikey looked up.

“Yeah, man. My brother was there that night, said she ran out of the bar screaming and cussing everyone out. She may have also been drinking on the job.” Fuck, he had alot of apologizing to do.

“Look, I’m your friend, and as your friend it’s my responsibility to tell you when you fucked up. And I love you, bro, but you’re fucking stupid. What was going through your head, man?”

Mike wanted to be offended, but somewhere deep inside he was glad to have a friend who called him out on his shit.

“I don’t know, man. We were at this party and I was drinking and Y/N has been so busy with work and caught up in the other guys that it just felt like I didn’t exist anymore, ya know? And then when we do have sex, she’s always in control. It made me feel….” he trailed off. Evan nods his head, encouraging him to continue.

“I just felt like she saw me as some little kid she could play with, and never took me as seriously as she did them. I wasn’t a man in her eyes. And then MaKenna showed up and I just didn’t think. Now I may have lost her for some community pussy.”

Evan laughed at the last sentence, fully aware the same could be said of Mikey.

“Listen. You stay here for a few days, let her calm down, and figure out your own shit while you’re at it. And maybe get some ice for your face cause brother, she left her mark.” Mikey reaches up and touches his still stinging cheek.

“Leave it, let it be my reminder that I’m an idiot.”

“If you say so, man. But it’s turning purple so better go find some make up at the drug store before people start asking if you’ve been abused.”

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The next few days flew by in a blur. You’d had picked up extra shifts just to keep your mind focused on work and not Mikey. The three older men never really let you have a moment to yourself. If you were at work, they were sat at the very end of the bar. If you were at home, you had at least one wrapped around you and another lurking somewhere in the house. You didn’t mind, really. You had done enough crying over Mike. You, however, didn’t let them see the anxiety eating at you as the days drew closer to Mikey coming back to the house. Walter had tried to reassure you that everything would be fine, but you knew it would be so awkward. Sy had offered to move in with you, to which August protested that there wouldn’t be enough room because he’d be damned if he wasn’t moving in too. You let them bicker for an hour before shutting down the idea in general.

Sy had made sure August had taken you out for the day when Mikey had finally come back to the house. He didn’t deserve to even be in your presence. When the younger man walked through the door, Sy had given him a dirty look before going into the kitchen to start on a dinner he had been dying to have you try. Mike just nodded his head in acceptance before moving to lock himself in his bedroom. He was in there for an hour before he heard your laugh coming in through the front door. He had to physically restrain himself from running out to greet you, instead putting on his noise cancelling headphones and closed his eyes, praying for the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

It went on like this for weeks. If he happened to run into you around the house, you would avoid looking at him and run to another room, usually followed by Sy or August. Walter had picked up a new case and had barely been home. If Mike went to the bar with the guys, you would have the other bartender serve him.

Watching Sy and August love up on you was torture. It was like they were being extra affectionate just to tease him, looking right in his eyes when giving you a deep kiss or long hug. The worst was when he would hear you three at night, his room being right under the bed. Your cries of pleasure haunting him in his dreams.

It was getting towards the end of September, the weather was starting to get chilly and his classes were kicking his ass. He had resorted to moving in with Evan just so he could sleep. Walter had finally convinced you to move in, despite the tension between you and Mike. It hadn’t been an easy fight.

“Walt, baby, I really don’t think it’s a good idea. I still can’t even talk to him, living here is just going to make it worse.” you protest. It was on a rare night that he had come home from work and all three men had taken their turn ravishing you to exhaustion. You lay naked on your back in the middle of the bed, Sy half asleep with his face on your chest, August getting water and snacks in the kitchen, and Walter standing in the doorway to the bathroom towel drying his hair.

“But your lease is coming up, baby, and they’re going to raise your rent. What are you going to do, if you can’t renew it and can’t afford it?” Sy whispers against your breast.

“I can find another apartment, Sy.”

“Besides, Mike moved in with his friend, Evan.” If it wasn’t for Sy’s heavy body keeping yours pinned to the bed, you would have sat straight up.

“When?” you ask.

“A couple days ago. Said he couldn’t stand being in this house anymore, he couldn’t sleep.”

You both turn when you hear August coming up the stairs with his arms full. You took note of your favorite cookies and some waters. He takes one to Walter, before moving to sit on your other side and feeding you a bite of cookie.

“I just hope this doesn’t cause any problems with you guys and his mom…” you trail off. Walter had told you about Liza’s phone call when Mike told her what happened. You knew your boys probably got an earful, but eventually she came to understand her son was the one in the wrong. That still didn’t save them from the scolding over the idiocracy of their poly relationship.

They didn’t care though. It wasn’t her relationship, therefore her opinion didn’t matter.

“Liza will get over it. You, my dear, are OUR priority. Mikey moved out of his own freewill and you need a place to live. You can have Mikey’s old room, if you’re worried about losing a space to call your own.” Tears come to your eyes. God, you love them so much.

“Yeah, you can put all your witchy shit in there,” Sy says. All of you just laugh and carry on with your night.

August and Sy had helped you pack your apartment and, with a little help from Geralt, who had recently started spending time with your little group, had moved you in with your polycule. You sold most of your furniture aside from your dressers and mattress. Walter had even set up a space around the house for your cat, happy to have a free mouse catcher for when the rodents invaded during the snowy months. Everything was going great, you had your boys, work was banging so you had some extra cash in your pocket. Soon the sting from Mikey’s betrayal ebbed away to a dull throb.

It was mid-October when shit really hit the fan. The band at work was super popular around the local community and everyone was getting lit. Your boss had given you the night off per your request, but you just couldn’t seem to stay away from work, even off the clock. You had dressed up extra nice tonight, donning an outfit that showed off all your goodies. Sy and August had been to the barber a few days before and looked so yummy. Walter had opted to take the night and spend time with Faye during her time off for fall break. You had invited Geralt but he said the loud noises would mess with his sensitive ears.

After grabbing drinks and saying hi to your friends in the band, you take a seat at a table with the guys, talking to some regulars and friends. The night was going great, for at least an hour. Until Mikey walked in. Just seeing him pissed you off again. You made eye contact for just a split second before turning away, giving him the cold shoulder. Nothing gets past your two soldiers though, and both men clock onto their younger cousin making his way through the crowd. Sy slings one arm around your shoulders and August moves to block you into the booth, stuck between the two beefcakes. You keep your face forward, your focus solely on the band.

‘Fuck she looks good’ Mikey thinks. You had put on his favorite teddy, tits pushed almost to your chin, tucked into a pair of jeans so tight they might as well have been painted on. Your hair was curled and wild, and your make up was done in his favorite style. He missed the nights of watching the mascara run down your face from choking on his….. He shakes his head, starting to regret coming out tonight. One of your coworkers had told him you had taken the night off, and he was in the mood to drink himself stupid. He hadn’t spent a night sober since he moved out. He can’t even self pleasure any more, the guilt killing his sex drive. He refused to look at women. Not when the one he wanted was so close yet so far away. He tries ignoring the glares being sent to him from Sy and August. They hadn’t forgiven him for his mistake. To be honest, he hadn’t exactly forgiven himself.

When the band goes on break, you extract yourself from your loving bodyguards to go to the restroom. Locking yourself in the large stall, you turn your back to lean against the wall, taking a deep breath, before doing your thing and leaving the bathroom. You sneak out the door to the back patio quickly, before Sy or August can see you. You loved them deeply, but the past couple weeks they have been a tad overbearing. You move past all the smokers and into the back parking lot, taking in the cold air, letting it freeze/burn your lungs.

The healing you had done the past few weeks seemed to fly out the window at seeing him again. You missed him. You hated it, but you missed him so much. The stupid faces he would make when you were in a bad mood. The puppy dog eyes he would give you when asking for a bite of your food. The way he vigorously rubbed his face in your chest when he was tired and acting like a toddler. The memories cause tears to sting your eyes, and you put your fingers under your eyes to keep your makeup from running.

A cough from behind brings you back to the present, turning to find Mikey standing behind you. He had his head down, rubbing the back of his neck and scuffing his foot on the ground. It pleased and pained you to see him looking so rough. He was always pale, but his skin was almost gray. His hair looked like it hadn’t been washed in days and his clothes were rumpled. He looked like shit, and you loved it and hated it in a strange emotional paradox.

“Hey,” you whisper, and your heart breaks all over again. The circles under his eyes wouldn’t have been covered by the best concealer in the world. You just want to pull him into you and love every ounce of pain out of his eyes. But he broke your trust and you have to stand your ground.

“Hi,” he whispers back. It’s tense for a moment, and you’re wishing you would have snuck your pack of smokes into your purse without August seeing. All of them knew you had your vices, but August was adamant about breaking this specific bad habit. As if reading your mind, Mikey hands you a cigarette, and you take it with a quiet ‘thank you’. He lights it for you, and you both look each other in the eye before turning away again.

“Mikey-”

“I-”

You both speak at the same time, before smiling softly at each other. You motion for him to start first, anxious to hear what he has to say.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry. What I did was wrong and I really hurt you. Nothing can excuse what I did, but if it’s any consolation, I feel like shit,” he clears his throat, and avoids eye contact with you.

“You look like shit,” you huff. He throws his head back and barks a laugh. His shoulders shake and you know it’s not because he finds anything funny.

“Thank you, Sweetcheeks.” You smile at his nickname.

“Seriously, Mikey, are you okay? You look like you haven’t seen the sun in weeks.”

“No, babes, to be honest I’m not. I can’t sleep without drinking half a bottle a night, I don’t think I’ve had a solid meal in two weeks, and my sex drive is completely gone. Hell, I can’t even masturbate!” The more he talks, the more manic he sounds until he shouts that last sentence, drawing the eyes of some customers walking by. You slap your hand to your face to hide from embarrassment.

“Sorry. But yeah, I’m not okay. But I brought this on to myself,” he mumbles. You would disagree, but you can’t. He made his decision, now he can lay in the bed he made.

“You look great, though. They must be taking good care of you,” he says almost bitterly.

“Yes, they are. I’m actually using your old room as an art studio.”

“Wow. That’s great.” You just nod your head. And then it really processes in your head, and you can’t help the petty happiness that fills you at the thought of him not being able to get it up. Your face must give away how you’re feeling.

“What?” Mikey asks.

“Would it be shitty of me to say it pleases me immensely that your dick isn’t working right now?” Now Mikey really laughs, from deep in his belly and full of mirth. You start laughing with him, and when you make eye contact, it only seems to amuse you further. Soon you both are wiping tears and holding your stomachs.

“No, babe, I wouldn’t fault you at all for taking pleasure in my pain. Matter of fact, if my suffering makes you happy, I will do it gladly.” You roll your eyes at his cheesiness, but damn it if that wasn’t what made you fall in love with him to begin with.

“I can admit I miss you, too, Mikey. But don’t think that this simple conversation is going to make everything magically better. You have a lot of trust to build back up, and not just with me.” You warn him. His eyes light up, and like a trick of the shadows around you, his skin almost seemed to glow back to life.

“I’ll do whatever you want, Sweetcheeks. I promise, I won’t so much as LOOK at another woman. You won’t regret this.” His body jerks forward, arms open to hug you before he hesitates. You open your arms in acceptance, ready to move past this awkwardness and be with your Mikey again. After a long few minutes of just soaking in each other after weeks apart, you move back and wipe your eyes once more. A gust of wind blows around you and sends a shiver over your naked shoulders and back.

“Let’s get you inside, Sweetcheeks,” Mikey says, shrugging off his zip up jacket and throwing it over your shoulders. You both move to go back inside just as the door opens and August and Sy come barreling out. August glares at the cigarette still in your hand while Sy shoots a dirty look at Mike’s jacket around you.

“Uh oh, Mikey, we should probably put out the smokes. Here comes Captain Killjoy and Agent Sourpuss,” you giggle.

“Careful, Sweetcheeks, they’re likely to punish you,” he jokes back. Two sets of cerulean eyes study you and Mikey closely. August looks ready to murder the younger man, while Sy just looks confused.

“So what’s going on here?” the bull grumbles.

“Mike and I have had a conversation, and he has apologized,” you start slowly. You’re unsure just how well they will react to this news.

“So one little ‘I’m sorry’ and he’s just forgiven?” August seethes. You take a deep breath. You love your Scorpio man, but Lord did he test you.

“It’s not all magically fixed, no. We still need to have a very long talk, and it’s going to take a lot of work, but for right now, tonight, we are going to leave the past in the past, let go of any grudges,” you look pointedly to both men, “and go enjoy our friend Alex’s singing and eat some good food because you,” you turn to Mikey, “are skin and bones. Am I clear?”

You had used what you call your ‘mom voice’, leaving no room for argument. All three men follow you back into the bar, Mikey sitting by the wall and letting you lock him into the booth. Things were going well until SHE walked in. That redheaded little hussy. It was a good thing Sy listened to you when you told him to keep you away from the whiskey. The last thing you needed was to go to jail tonight. None of the guys seemed to have noticed, so you chose to ignore it.

At the next intermission, Mikey decided he’d take the opportunity to get another round for the table. You kept your eyes stuck to him the entire time, launching yourself from the booth when you see MaKenna walk up to Mikey. He glances at her before looking around the room nervously. Sy and August follow but stay a few feet away. You sidle up to Mikey and wrap an arm around his waist and using the other hand to bring his face down to yours and sealing a deep kiss to his lips. You open your mouth and make a show of mingling your tongue with Mike’s, letting this bitch know he’s yours. Mikey follows you as you pull away, whining low in his throat when you break the kiss. You then turn to the girl beside you.

“Oh, hi. I forgot you existed,” you say. She’s looking between you and Mikey, very confused.

“I didn’t know you and Mike were dating,” she says. You narrow your eyes at her, knowing she was lying. She knew damn well what she did.

“MaKenna was just trying to hook up with me again. I was just telling her no,” Mikey rushed to tell you. The last thing he needed after making up with you was you thinking he hadn’t changed. The only acknowledgement you give him is a hum and a nod.

“Yeah, after he fucked you he realized he needed a real woman. I’m surprised you even have the guts to show up here after being fired the way you were. You really must feel no shame,” the venom dripping from your tongue could kill a horse, but damn if it wasn’t sexy. Mikey was trying so hard to hide the tightening in his jeans.

“I don’t know what you mean,” the smaller female starts.

“Oh, please. You got caught fucking another woman’s man, again, on the clock. And when his girlfriend showed up to kick your ass, it caused drama that didn’t need to be started here at work. You think you would have learned from that, but apparently you have no sense of self-preservation. I suggest you start looking for something safe to do, because I won’t be as nice as the last girl. You got lucky a bouncer was able to convince her not to knock your teeth in, but the bouncers here love me and would highly encourage it. So find someone else to fuck with, before that butterface of yours gets permanently damaged.”

All three of your boys groan. Seeing you so riled up was so hot, and they knew hearing you threaten someone shouldn’t have been as sexy as it was. The girl in front of you flinches before walking away from you. You close your eyes and take a deep breath through your nose. You’re typically not a confrontational person, but it felt so good to put someone in their place. And to do it without laying a hand on her.

“That was hot as fuck,” Mikey says behind you. You chuckle, turning back to flash him a flirty smile before grabbing his hand and moving to go grab the other two. The lust you see in August’s eyes sets you aflame. Sy just looks giddy, like a child. He knows exactly what’s about to happen. After grabbing your things and saying your goodbyes, feeling smug as you watch MaKenna move around the bar to avoid you. You pay out your tabs, leaving generous tips for the bartender and leaving with promises to fill her in on all the dirty details later. Gossip makes the work shift go by faster and Monday night was gonna be a HOT, tea party.

You almost run to Sy’s truck, August following closely behind to his car parked in the next spot over. Sy barrels past his cousin and quickly grabs you, turning you around and grabbing your cheeks in both hands. He tilts your head back and stares deeply into your eyes.

“I hate every bitch that isn’t you, you absolute fucking goddess.” he rumbles. The absolute desire radiating from his bulky form affecting the other two men. You giggle almost manically as he kisses you sloppily. You can taste the Jack he’s been drinking all night. He smacks his lips when he pulls away, reaching down to slap your ass before turning and climbing into his Chevy. August chuckles at his cousin’s antics, turning and unlocking his car. Mikey opens the door to the truck for you, helping you in by pushing under your asscheeks. It’s almost like your lovers had an obsession or something.

August eyes the actions closely, still suspicious of his younger cousin’s motives. Mikey catches his eye and looks down to the ground. You notice and give August a pointed look that said ‘stop it’. He couldn’t help it. It was his job to protect you, even from emotional pain. You stare even harder until he softens his expression.

“August, do you mind giving Mike a ride back home with us?” you say so sweetly it almost rotted his teeth. He huffs at you and you give him the bedroom begging eyes. The same eyes you give him when……. God damn it. You really knew how to get under his skin. He rolls his eyes to try to hide just how much you affect him.

“Fine. See you back at the house.” Mike hesitated, but moved when you poked him in the ribs and motioned for him to get in the car before shutting yourself in the truck, kicking your feet up on the dash. The Chevy rumbles to life and Sy peels out, leaving a trail of smoke in the parking lot. August rolls his eyes at the unnecessary display of masculinity. ‘Dumb country boy’.

The ride is silent and awkward, Mike fidgeting with his hoodie strings and bouncing his legs. August kept his focus on the road, ignoring the anxiety vibrating off the younger man. Ten minutes felt like an eternity. When they pulled in the drive, Mike finally felt like he could breathe. Sy had just turned off the truck when August put the car in park. You hopped out of the driver’s side, hair sticking out sideways and your lipstick smudged. Sy follows, mouth and cheeks red from your make out session. August rolls his eyes.

“Impatient asshole.” Sy just shoots him a smug smile. You giggle and reach up to kiss your agent, knowing he was just grumpy cause Sy got to have you first. He hums in satisfaction as you pull away, picking you up and walking you into the house. You take note of Walter’s car parked in the garage and try to wiggle out of August’s arms to go greet your other lover. Mike follows hesitantly, hands deep in his pockets and dragging his feet on the ground. The past several times he’s been in this house hasn’t exactly been pleasant.

August finally relents and lets you down. As soon as your feet hit the floor you’re on your way up the stairs, almost tripping in your haste. A strong arm wraps around your waist to catch you, and you mumble a thank you without looking at who it is and continuing your way up to the detective. He’s laying in bed with a case file in his hand, one arm behind his head. His hair is wet and he’s only in boxers. He looks up when you come in through the door, eyes light and a flush in your cheeks.

“You’re home early, and it looks like you had a good time. You’ve been absolutely ravished” You climb onto the bed, the alcohol finally catching up to you.

“I did! Mikey apologized and came home with us. Sy is at fault for the ruined lipstick.” The detective raises his brows in surprise.

“That’s great, Love.” he says, getting distracted by the three men filing into the room behind you. He makes eye contact with the youngest man, giving him a nod in greeting. Mike nods back, at least Walter isn’t as intimidating as August.

“And then that bitch showed up at the bar, that’s why we came home early,” you growl. Walter looks confused before Sy happily clarifies. The detective thought it odd his cousin was so excited to relay the news that the girl who Mike had cheated on you with had shown up to ruin your night.

“She tried hooking up with me again. Sweetcheeks, I didn’t tell you about her flirting with me so you would threaten her.” Mike explains. Walter raises his brows further and looks at you pointedly. Sometimes you forget he’s actually a cop.

“I didn’t threaten her! I told her she needed to find something safe to do, that’s just giving good advice.” you grumble.

“And it was so sexy when she did it.” Sy exclaims. Well, that explains that. You flush at the praise, tingles running down your spine. Walter chances a look at August, and the memory of you, the deadly venom in your tone, as you threatened the smaller girl just fed the flames. The lust in the agent’s eyes and the giddiness from Sy sparks something in Walter as well. You quickly catch on to the energy change in the room, biting your lip and making eye contact with each man. Mikey is unsure, though. You had just forgiven him for sleeping with someone else. Would you even want him to touch you? You notice his hesitation, beckoning him forward with a crook of your finger. He knows that look, and he’s happy to let you be in charge again.

He kneels at the foot of the bed, hands laid flat on his thighs, head down in submission. You hum in satisfaction, crawling to get closer to him, ass in the air and hips swaying back and forth. You hear a chorus of groans ring around the room, but keep your focus on the boy in front of you.

“Poor Mikey. He confessed to me earlier that he’s been having trouble getting it up here lately, boys.”

“Serves him right,” August spits. You want to roll your eyes at the hostility, but know that would only lead to a paddling later.

“But he’s apologized, Auggie. It’s time to move past it, don’t you think he’s suffered enough?” It took Mike a moment to remember the dynamic at play here. You submitted to August, and he submitted to both of you. He could only imagine the hell he had coming in his near future.

“By the universe, sure. But I think you have been too lenient on him, Kitten.”

“Agreed.” That comes from Sy. You turn behind you to look at Walter, who gives his nod in agreement to the other two.

“So what do you suggest I do?” Sy shrugs.

“That’s up to you, Sugar. You’re in charge here.” You contemplate for a moment before an idea pops into your head. Mike gulps as he watches a sinister smile bloom across your lipstick smeared mouth. The deviant look in your eyes lets him know he’s in for a long night.

“Your punishment, Baby Face, is to look but not touch.”

Oh yeah, he’s well and truly fucked.

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You flop back onto the bed, gasping for breath and covered in sweat. Sy groans beside you, just as sweaty and breathless. Walter leans his back against the headboard, and August and Mikey are curled together on your naked thighs. One solid hour of sex and passion had sobered you up. As the endorphin high slowly subsides, you move to get up, attempting to extract yourself from the pile of skin and hair and sweat.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Sy grumbles.

“I have to pee, let me up.” you grumble. August and Mike groan as they move off you, Walter giving you a hand to keep your balance as you stand on the mattress and maneuver your way off the bed and to the bathroom. You start the shower, not enjoying the sticky feeling of sweat and cum drying on your skin. Once deemed warm enough, you step under the spray and the let water wash over you.

You close your eyes and turn to wash your face. Now sober, and in a post-nut clarity state of mind, you think about Mikey and just how easily you gave into him tonight. The boys were right, you were too lenient. You said you needed to talk, but what would you say? You had already told him he hurt you, and that was still needing to be further discussed, but you also wanted to know why. You let out a deep sigh and run a hand down your face.

You flinch when you feel an arm wrap around you, turning to find Walter giving you a worried look. You give him a small smile, turning back into the water to finish scrubbing the make up from your face, before turning to grab your body wash. He stops you, grabbing the soap and your loofah before gently starting to wash your chest. You hum, closing your eyes and leaning back to let the water flow through your hair.

“What were you thinking about, Love?” Walter asks softly, causing you to open your eyes.

“Mikey, and the talk we all need to have.” you whisper. “Just don’t know how I want to go about it.”

“You want to talk it through with me? Help process your thoughts before going in blind?” you huff a laugh out of your nose, before nodding.

“I want to know why he did it, but at the same time, I’m scared to really find out.” He nods his head, putting his hands on your shoulders to turn you so he can start washing your back.

“I’m also confused on how to get over the hurt. The anxiety and that little voice whispering in my ear that he’s going to do it again.” You feel him hum as he starts to massage your shoulders, releasing the knots in your neck.

“Unfortunately, my dear, that little voice may never go away. But Michael put that voice there, and if he’s truly sorry and serious about being with you again, he will work very hard to chase that little voice away.” You nod, understanding what he’s saying, and you appreciate his wisdom, but it does little to ease the heaviness in your chest. Your thoughts are interrupted when Sy burst into the shower.

“Y’all are having a party in here and didn’t invite me?’ he says, fake offense on his bearded face. You chuckle and roll your eyes.

“It’s a shower therapy session, Captain. Just working through some thoughts and feelings.” He raises his eyebrows, not expecting that retort.

“Well, make room. I need to wash off.” he pushes into the small space. Walter grunts while you giggle, rinsing the last of the soap off and slipping out of the shower and grabbing a towel. You can hear the two men in the shower bickering but pay no mind as you make your way to the bedroom to steal one of Walter’s sweaters. You take note that the bedsheets have been removed and the other two men are no longer in the room.

After drying off and getting dressed in the sweater, some panties, and knee high socks to keep your legs warm, you move to go downstairs where you knew August would be putting together after care snacks. Walter and Sy are leaving the bathroom as you head to the bathroom door, stopping to give them both a kiss before leaving the room and going downstairs.

As you had predicted, August was in the kitchen, pajama bottoms hanging off his delectable hips, putting together sandwiches and juice. Sometimes you think he took the nickname “Daddy” too seriously. You look to your right to see Mike in the laundry room, pulling out clean bedsheets and a bigger comforter. This leaves you puzzled, Mikey never did chores. As if he can read your thoughts, he looks up and gives you a sheepish smile.

“Just trying to help out.” he mumbles. You just nod your head, your brain still trying to compute what it was seeing. You must have looked like a SIM, just standing there staring. You snap back into reality when August clears his throat, giving you a look of confusion.

“Yes, Daddy?’ you say. It was almost instinctual at this point to call him that at home. He just simply smirks, before grabbing your hand and moving you to sit at the kitchen island in front of a plate of food. You start to salivate at the sight of a sandwich and fruit. He puts a bottle of water beside the plate before kissing your forehead and moving to put together plates for everyone else.

You munch quietly on your fruit, mind going back to the conversation you’re going to have to have with your four boys. Walter and Sy were easy to talk to, giving you the space to freely and safely speak about how you feel. The strength that radiates from them giving you a sense of peace, leaving you unafraid of your feelings. You didn’t have to tell August what was on your mind. He had an uncanny ability to guess how you’re feeling most times. ‘You can’t control your face, Baby Girl.’

You lift your head up from your snack when you hear Walter and Sy come thundering down the stairs. Both are dressed just as August, leaving you in a sea of man titties and hair. This is the closest to Heaven you will ever get and you can die a happy woman secure in that knowledge. Immediately Sy goes to a plate of food, grumbling a thank you to August in between bites. Walter takes a plate and sits beside you on a stool. August and Sy are standing against it on the opposite side, and you see Mikey shuffle his feet to your other side.

“Guys, we need to talk.” you say. Walter doesn’t react, August and Sy just blink, but you feel Mikey tense up beside you. He knew it was coming still. He just didn’t think you would do it so quickly after what just happened upstairs. He hadn’t even thought about what he was going to say to the other guys. Hell, you didn’t know how to even begin. Now that you’re thinking about it, this probably should have been a one on one talk with Mikey.

“I know that things aren’t going to be the way it was before,” you start. You don’t have to clarify what you meant by before. Just that word alone is enough to drive a knife through Mikey’s heart. You didn’t look at him directly, but he knew you were talking to him. The three older men stay quiet, letting you get what you need to off your chest. August’s sharp attention to detail doesn’t fail to notice the sweat starting to bead on Mikey’s forehead. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you are about to ask.

“Why, Mikey?” your voice cracks, pushing your plate away and looking up at him with tears in your eyes. A lump formed in his throat and he didn’t know what to say for a minute. He didn’t know how to tell you it was because he felt like less of a man in your eyes compared to the other three. How could he tell you he was insecure and emotionally immature and he doesn’t want you to look at him with pity.

“I…” he voice cracks. You raise your brows, anticipating his answer.

“Was it something I did? Something I said?” you croak. This pisses Sy off.

“Don’t go blaming yourself, Darlin’. Mike made the decision to do what he did, no matter what you did or said to him,” he almost barks. You turn to him, seeing his face and chest starting to turn red with anger. You just nod, making eye contact with August who just gives a nod in agreement. You turn back to Mikey.

“He’s right. I could have just talked to you about what I was feeling.”

“What were you feeling?’ Walter asks. If he could get Mikey talking about it, the sooner it unburdens you.

“Emasculated, ignored,” he mumbles. “I just, you call me Baby Face, and it made me feel like you see me as a kid, not a man like these three,” he motions to the others.

“That’s because you are a kid,” Sy grumbles. You turn and give him a pointed look, telling him to shut the fuck up with your eyes.

“He’s right, Baby Cakes, I am. It took me moving out and doing some self-reflection, to realize I’m not yet a man. Hell, I can’t even grow facial hair yet!” You all chuckle, fully aware of just how virile it makes the other three look. “I just, felt like less of a man. But those weeks apart showed me how little I really know and just how much I still have to learn about being, not just a good man, but a good man for you.” You nod along, listening intently and understanding where he’s coming from.

“I wasn’t aware of just how jealous I was going to feel about sharing you. It was like everytime I wanted alone time with you, one of the others needed you more.”

“That’s understandable, but baby you have to tell me when you’re feeling neglected like that,” you say, reaching out to grab his hand in yours. You bring it up to your mouth for a kiss, before setting it back down on the counter.

“It’s not that hard, really. Pick one night a week when she can be all yours,” that comes from August, face stoic as ever. Mikey wanted to get an attitude, but remembered that he should be taking the advice.

“Or just tell us when you want some one on one time, we’ll give you a couple hours,” Sy says.

“And jealousy is normal, but you gotta talk to me, Mikey,” you say, bringing his attention back to you. “I’m sorry my nickname made you feel that way, I can find other nicknames to call you.”

“You can call me whatever you want, baby. I realized it doesn’t matter, as long as I’m with you.”

“But why her?” you ask. It was bad enough that he cheated, but with someone you had told him made you feel insecure.

“I don’t know. She showed up at a party one night, and some petty part of me wanted to make you feel the same way watching you with them made me feel. It was immature and wrong.” A part of you could understand that. You were young and immature once too, and you could go from pretty to petty with one letter.

“Do you understand what that did to her?” August says. He wants to yell, but the look on your face says he needs to be calm. Mike shakes his head. In all of his self-reflection, he considered he had hurt you but didn’t think to what extent.

“You almost killed her self-esteem. It took me two weeks just to get her to be comfortable with being naked, just with herself. She didn’t leave bed for anything other than work for a month. Hell, Geralt wasn’t able to touch her for a week because she couldn’t stop crying, and you know how he feels about emotions.” Sy says.

“Geralt is coming around?” Mike says.

“That’s not the point,” Walter chimes in.

“Right. Baby, I’m sorry,” Mikey starts. You just shake your head.

“It’s okay. I’m glad you were honest with me. Just, PLEASE, start talking to me about how you feel. Communication is the only way this is going to work,” you have to emphasize the last sentence heavily. He nods his head furiously. You open your arms for a hug, Mikey wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly.

“Though, I do have one request,” he trails off. You hum, waiting to hear what he has to say.

“Can I top you at least twice a week?”

You blink, before bursting out laughing, breaking the hug and leaning back onto Walter as your body shakes. You can feel him laughing behind you, and hear Sy chuckling. August rolls his eyes, typical Mikey.

“Anything you want, Baby Boy. I love you, thanking you for talking to me,” you say, leaning over and giving him a deep kiss. He kisses you back just as lovingly. He pulls back, gazing at you adoringly before turning to his older cousins.

“I’m sorry to you guys, too. I was the one who brought up this whole arrangement not knowing just what it would take to maintain it.”

August just nods, not having fully forgiven him for what he did to you, he couldn’t care less about a slight done to himself. Walter and Sy just mumble “it’s okay.”

“But I want to thank you, too. Thank you for cleaning up my mess and taking the best care of her. I really owe you guys,” he rubs the back of his neck, unsure how they would respond to that.

“Well, we took care of her because we love her, that’s what you do when you love someone, you take care of them,” Walter says. You smile at that, full of love for your big grump.

“And I plan on making it up to her every day.” he looks deep into your eyes, hoping to really drive home his promise. You smile and cup his face, thumb caressing his cheek. He turns and kisses your palm, before putting his hand over yours and lacing your fingers together. The tender moment is broken by your wide yawn. Sy claps his hands.

“Alright, Little Girl, bed time!” he moves around the island to pick you up, never letting you release Mikey’s hand. Sy carries you upstairs, your arm slung over his shoulder to keep your fingers locked with Mike’s. August starts cleaning the kitchen while Walter puts together the bedsheets Mike had dropped when you started your talk. Sy keeps you in his arms as Walter makes the bed, Mike just staring at you, so thankful for your graciousness.

As soon as the bed is finished, Sy lays you gently in the middle, letting Mike take his place by your side in the bed. Just as Walter was going to climb in with you, his phone rings. You groan, knowing a phone call this late can only mean he’s got another lead on his case. He gives you a quick kiss before moving to the closet and answering his phone. As predicted, he gets dressed in jeans and his sweater, pulling his boots on before giving you one more kiss and leaving the bedroom. You hear the door shut downstairs and send up a prayer to any deity that will listen to keep him safe.

You take the usual position, on your back so you can have one on each side and one on top of your chest. Mike is to your left and Sy decides he wants to be in between your legs tonight. August comes into the bedroom, turning off lights before climbing in to your right. Tucked in between three out of the four loves of your life, you drift into the best sleep you’ve had in weeks, surrounded by love and hair.

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#captain syverson x reader #reader insert #captain syverson #walter marshall x reader #mike (hellraiser)#henry cavill fanfic #august walker x reader #henry cavill #reverse harem #fan fiction

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 2 years ago

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Based on Noah Kahan's album Stick Season (We'll All Be Here Forever), what follows is a series of 20 stories about the many lives we have all lived. Each story features different characters and my own interpretation of Noah's lyrics as well as my own relations to the songs as someone who spent 19 years of their life in New England.

Please enjoy!

‧₊˚Northern Attitude‧₊˚ - Aaron Hotchner

‧₊˚Stick Season‧₊˚ - Logan Howlett

‧₊˚All My Love‧₊˚ - Eddie Brock

‧₊˚She Calls Me Back‧₊˚ - Anakin Skywalker

‧₊˚Come Over‧₊˚ - Marc Spector

‧₊˚New Perspective‧₊˚ - Syverson

‧₊˚Everywhere, Everything‧₊˚ -

‧₊˚Orange Juice‧₊˚ - Sam Winchester

‧₊˚Strawberry Wine‧₊˚ - Simon 'Ghost' Riley

‧₊˚Growing Sideways‧₊˚ - Will Graham

‧₊˚Halloween‧₊˚ - Thomas Shelby

‧₊˚Homesick‧₊˚ - Arthur Curry

‧₊˚Still‧₊˚ - Bucky Barnes

‧₊˚Your Needs, My Needs‧₊˚ - Matt Murdock

‧₊˚Dial Drunk‧₊˚ -

‧₊˚Paul Revere‧₊˚ - Bruce Wayne

‧₊˚No Complaints‧₊˚ - Jason Todd

‧₊˚Call Your Mom‧₊˚ - Clark Kent

‧₊˚You're Gonna Go Far‧₊˚ - Batfamily

‧₊˚The View Between Villages‧₊˚ - Dean Winchester

‧₊˚Forever‧₊˚ - The Ghoul

Note: there's no specific order in which these will be released, dm me or drop a comment if you want to be tagged!

#new short story series #anthology series #plus size reader #female reader #reader insert #astarion #arthur curry #clark kent #batsis #bruce wayne #aaron hitches #jason todd #sam winchester #dean winchester #captain syverson #miguel o'hara #thomas shelby

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hederasgarden · 6 months ago

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Opening Requests

I’m opening requests for 100-word reader insert drabbles for the next few days! I’ve curated a list of characters, tropes, AUs, and prompts to choose from. Send me a character (or characters) along with any combination of tropes, AUs, or prompts.

If I am feeling particularly inspired, you might get a longer reply. On the other hand, if your submission doesn't inspire my fickle muse I may not write it.

Characters

Paul Mescal (Lucius Verus)

Pedro Pascal (Marcus Acacius)

Aaron Taylor Johnson (Kraven the Hunter aka Sergei Kravinoff and Tangerine)

Ryan Gosling (Sierra Six, Officer K, and Colt Seavers)

Henry Cavill (August Walker, Walter Marshall, and Captain Syverson)

David Corenswet (Clark Kent)

Tropes

Fake dating

Forced proximity

Accidental Pregnancy

Breeding

Arranged Marriage

Bully Romance

Forbidden Romance

AUs

Bodyguard

Supernatural (Witches, Vampires, and Werewolves)

Soulmates

Mafia/Biker

Royal

Prompts

150 Random Writing Prompts

I'd also like to try my hand at writing some darker themes and tropes, so if you’re open to a darker take on any submissions, please indicate that. Same thing for smut as I know it’s not for everyone.

#prompt me #lucius verus x reader #sergei kravinoff x reader #kraven x reader #sierra six x reader #officer k x reader #colt seavers x reader #august walker x reader #captain syverson x reader #walter marshall x reader #Marcus Acacius x reader

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ellethespaceunicorn · 2 years ago

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OMG this is nuts, I love it so much!

Tripping- Part 2 of Stick Handling Series

Characters: Walter Marshall, Jake Jensen and Syverson. Oh right and Ransom Drysdale and hint of Ari.

Pairings: Marshall x Reader, Jensen x Reader and Sy x reader, hint of Ransom x Reader

Word count: 578

Reader Gender: Any/Neutral

Type: series, humor

Warning: stupid fic

Author’s Note: I have no idea how this fic went so far off the rails but here we are.

Summary: Continuing domesticity of Walter Marshall, Captain Syverson and Jake Jensen living with the Reader. Two unexpected guests make a surprise appearance. Turns out this has nothing to do with hockey, not even a little. Still a total crack fic though. (Blame @LongLineOfCrazy, I do. She feeds the muses even when I beg her not to)

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angywritesstuff · 3 years ago

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Feeding the U.S Army

summery: You’re a Masterchef contestant, and during the team challenge you and your team have to cook for 100 army men. Easy right?

Pairing: Captain Syverson x reader

Warning: very bad english, no proof-read. ENGLISH IS NOY MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES I’M SORRY.

I don’t even know what this is but I hope you like it

Masterchef! You had just passed the last selection and finally were going to cook in the Masterchef kitchen.

You didn’t really know what you were expecting when you send in your request to partecipate to the new season of Masterchef, the only thing you knew was that you loved cooking.

You had started cooking when you were really young: you were only eight when you helped your mom baking your dad’s birthday cake for the first time and you hadn’t stopped ever since.

It could seem strange for some people but, growing up in a farm, it was normal for anyone to help as much as they could: you had started with tidying up your room, you had learnt how to collect the eggs from the chicken goop first things in the morning, you had gone with your father to take care of the cows; but as soon as you and your family had found out how much you enjoyed spending your time in the kitchen, that had become your kingdom. You still helped with any other task if help was needed, but most of the time everyone left you do what you did best and what you loved the most: cooking.

So yeah.. you loved cooking: you cooked when you were happy, wou baked when you were stressed, you cooked when you were stuck in your own head, you went to the kitchen when you needed a moment to yourself knowing that very few people had the guts to follow you in your place in the house.

Anyway the idea of participating at Masterchef first come out while the previous season of the show was on air: you were in the kicthen (surprise surprise!), you were preparing everything for that night gathering; your father was keeping you company while preparing a fruit salad (the only thing you had given him permission to touch, he had pretended to be fed up with your behavior but you both knew it was just for show). You were talking, the tv was on in the background when a new episode of Masterchef had began and your father had stopped answering your question.

“Dad?”- you had asked while still chopping the onions; there was so much to do in so little time you didn’t have time to pay attention to what your father was doing

“You are so much better than him”- your father hadn’t been making any sense

“What are you talking about?”- you had taken your attention from the onions to finally look at your father

“You should try and get on Masterchef”- your father had insisted still looking at the screen where Joe Bastianich was talking to a man in a black apron.

“You’re crazy”- you had simply said before getting back to your cooking.

You hadn’t talked about it again that day, but the idea had lingered with you and even though you had kept your thoughts to yourself, your father knew you better than anyone else, so one day you had found the Masterchef application on your bed with a post on it

‘I know you can do it honey- dad’- the post had said

You had had a lot of fear: the fear of dissapoint your family, the fear of being on national television, the fear of leaving your family that needed your help at the farm every day, the fear of not suceeding, the fear of not being good enough,the fear of not pass even the first selection. Your father had come to your help once again “Honey the only way you could lose is if you didn’t even try. What’s the worst that could happen? that you don’t get in? Who cares? You will always be our favorite chef”

Your father’s words had been the push you needed, so you had send you application and when you had been called for the selection you had been excited.

You had survied the first couples eliminations and now you were going to be the captain of your team, the red team, in the first team challenge and you were scared shitless: not only you could go home if you made any mistakes, but the future in the competion of your team mates depended on you too, and as if that wasn’t enough you had to feed one- hundred army man. So yeah you were panicking and trying not to show it because you needed your team to trust you and to be calm enough to serve good food.

You took a deep breath and focused on what the judges Gordon Ramsay, Joe Bastianich and Aaron Sànchez were saying.

“Each team will have to devise a menu that includes a protein, two vegetable and a sauce”- Joe said

“Now remeber, at the end of the day one of you will be eliminated and this will be last time he will be cooking in this competion”- Gordon’s words kept your anxiety spiriling but you tried to keep your focus- “All right, are you guys ready? let’s go”

You and your team sprinted as soon as Gordon had done talking. Once what you wanted to cook had been decided, you gave a task to each and everyone of your team mates and you all started cooking.

Managing between doing your own prep and making sure every team member was doing ok and didn’t need your help, wasn’t easy but you made it; the judges tasted your dish after half an hour and, aside from some suggestions to make it better, they liked it.

So you were on cloud nine: the judges liked the dish your team had devised, your prep had gone alright, your team was doing ok. But then service started and YOU PANICKED: you had to serve 100 army men and women and you had no idea how to prepare 100 dished that were perfect and that looked all the same. Your team was looking at you for direction but you had no idea what to do: you had never worked in a restaurat, none of you ever had, and when you cooked for your family gathering everyone made their own dishes, you were so out of your comfort zone.

And that’s when things started to go even worse: service had started, the army men and women had arrived and had a very clear view of your stations, you had no idea how you wanted to plate the food and Gordon Ramsay came to you and he didn’t look happy.

“Red team come here, all of you, RIGHT NOW! We need a system, your tray is cold, the food is cold, I’m not letting you serve fucked up food. Take your food back in, warm it up, warm your tray. Y/n come here. YOU ARE THE TEAM CAPTAIN, SO FUCKING WAKE UP, DECIDE HOW YOU WANT YOUR FOOD ON THE PLATE AND START A PRODUCTION LINE. RIGHT FUCKING NOW Y/N”- Gordon pratically screamed in your face, you knew he just wanted to make sure the food that came out was perfect, he only wanted for you guys to succeed, but you had never liked when people screamed in your face even if you knew they didn’t mean any harm. Your eyes watered but you weren’t going to cry, you were going to do this, but when you thought things couldn’t go any worse..... you found out you were obviously very wrong.

“HEY! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?”- a voice boomed behind Gordon and once you raised your gazed to see what was going on, you saw a mountain of a man, dressed in uniforme, coming towards you.

It was clear not even Gordon knew what was happening

“Can I help you, sir?”- Gordon asked, you couldn’t sure but his voice sounded a little bit unsure

“You wanna help me, why don’t you start by not screaming at a woman?”- the army-man’s voice was much calmer now but he wasn’t any less intimidating. Gordon didn’t know what to say and you knew it, so you took a step forward

“It’s really not a problem.. ehmm”- you read the name of the man on his uniform - “Captain Syverson, sir. Chef Gordon was just giving me a pep talk, everything is good. We will be serving you your food very soon”

As soon as you had started talking the man’s eyes had moved from Gordon to you and for the first time, since he had come over, you noticed how bautiful they really were. His eyes had become gentler when he had started looking at you, you had almost shivered when his attention had been on you and you only.

“Mhhm”- Captain Syverson said like he was still assessing the situation before deciding - “You can called me just Syverson”- he said before turning around and going back to his men.

You stood there for another second, all eyes were on you and you were sure your cheeks were burning

“Back to work guys”- you said. There was no way you weren’t sarving your best food to that hunk of a man.

Everything had gone smoothly after that, you had felt eyes on you some time during service but every time you had looked up you had never been able to pin point who was looking at you, so you had always gone back to work.

Once the judges had annouced your team had received 70 votes against the 30 of the other team and you had won you couldnt’ been happier, you had been sad for the contestant that had had to leave the show, but it was a competition and that was how it worked.

You were still celebrating with your team when you heard someone clearing their throath behind you

“Hello”- captain Syverson was behind you

“Oh Captain, hello”- what was happening?

“I thought I told you to call me Syverson, or Nathan if you prefer, but none on that Captain crap”- his raspy voice was doing things to you that shouldn’t be possible when you had just met the man.

“Right. Was everything ok with your food?”- you asked because why would he be here, if not because there had been something wrong with his food

“The food was amazing, you’re a fantastic cook, sugar”- he said and your cheeks burned once again at the name. What was this man doing to you

“Oh thank you, it was a team effort”

“Well you are the team captain, so I think you deserve some credit, sugar”- he said before looking back where a man was calling for him - “I need to go, but I really hope to see you again sugar”- he winked at you before leaving.

“uh”- you stood there staring at his back not sure of what had happened.

Everyone had joked about what happened between Gordon and the captain for the rest of the season, but you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the man that had screamed at Gordon Ramsay (GORDON- FUCKING- RAMSAY) for you.

The competition had gone on and without even knowing how you had arrived to the grand finale and to your surprise YOU HAD WON!

So yeah when you sent your application for Masterchef you didn’t know what you were expecting, but in the end it was clear you had left the show with so much more you had even though you could win.

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itsMeYN When I sent the application for Masterchef, because my father conviced me to, I never thought I would even passed the first selection, let alone win the finale. This journey has given me so much, I learnt from every single one of the other contestat, some of which have become really good friends. I don’t even know how to start thanking the judges, Gordon, Joe and Aaron, They have taught me so much and always known when I needed a nudge to wake up and start believe in myself. Thank you, thank you this competition has given me so much

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yourmominsta I’m so proud of you honey

jennifer So happy for you, I was rooting for you since the first episode

haley234 Congrats! can we please talk about the team challenge with the army man ;)

austin Oh my god! that episode was the best, that army captain was totally hitting on her

felicity Does Captain Syverson have instagram? Please does anyone know?

austin I dont think so, I’ve been looking for him too

rachel Guys I was watching her story the other day and I swear there was a very familiar scratchy voice in the backgroud

yourbestfriend Oh my god... @itsmeYn I think you got busted

itsmeYn @yourbestfriend shut up

haley234 wait what

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ItmeYn Had the pleasure to dine at @gordonndram restaurant, and wasn’t that an experience. Also I think the second meeting between Gordon and at certain someone went a lot better

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austin “Certain someone”... yep she is totally dating Captain Syverson. Is it normal being so obsessed with the idea of them together when I have only seen 5 min of them together on tv?

haley234 Same sis, same.... and maybe it’s not normal but who cares

gordongram We still yelled at each other so I wouldn’t say it went so much better

itsMeYn “We” is the key word here, you yelled at Sy too, i think it’s mostly out of love now

austin Sy... I repeat she wrote Sy... My ship is real

Yeah Masterchef had given you so much…

Masterlist

All around taglist: @jwspiter

Henry Cavill and characters taglist: @xxxkatxo @mansaaay @thorins-queen-of-erebor @maan24 @grounded-in-light @omgkatinka @xprettyqueenx @marytudorbrandon

#captain syverson x reader #captain syverson #herny cavill #henry cavill imagines #captain syverson imagine #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill characters #captain syverson x you #masterchef contestant reader #masterchef!reader x captain syverson #masterchef reader #angywritesstuff #reader insert

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bolontiku · 3 years ago

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"Chasing Pumpkin"

Sand Castle AU - Chapter 2

Characters: Syverson x Reader

Posted: Sept 29th

A/N: worked on this while bored during the hurricane, hope ya'll enjoy, more to come!

WARNINGS: mention of past abusive relationship, dumb bitch vibes

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

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He watched as your eyes darkened, pressed kisses to your lips as you whimpered and pulled your arms around his neck as he finally seated himself completely in you.

You couldn't forget his intense gaze, the feel of his canines nipping at your skin, yet not fully sinking in. Your hand fluttered at your neck, a little sad it hadn't happened but the memory of that night kept replaying in your head. It had been irresponsible, unplanned and utterly sinful.

"Tell me again about how you got laid by the most impressive specimen of a man and then ran away?"

You rolled your eyes, the blonde having pulled you from your thoughts, he had been the only one you had told. "Roman, I never said he was the most impressi-" you smacked his hand away as he reached for the fourth bun and pointed at him, "aren't you supposed to be watching the counter?" You changed the conversation.

"Listen, if you actually went wild and then escaped your four day vacation with the girls on the second day, he had to be beyond impressive," he straightened and shoved an errant strand of curly blond hair back, mossy green eyes full of joy. "I'm both proud and disappointed in you, it's been past due, but you know I got your back. Wish he would magically show up though."

You snorted, "counter?"

He nodded, hands up and made his way out to the front.

You could hear his cheerful greeting as the bell chimed yet again and laughed to yourself. The small cafe you worked at was as busy as usual, Roman was a big pull and he knew it, using his looks to fluster every customer available. It made you laugh, especially when your friends came in.

You lost yourself in your work, the cafe menu was small enough that one person could handle it even on the busiest of days and most were regulars, the town being small. Everybody knew everybody and they had easily accepted you when you moved back into town, into the house your grandmother had left you so long ago.

It had helped, her memory following you through the house and soothing your soul. It had been instrumental in healing you, the memory of her smile and what she had taught you centering you when your whole world had been turned upside down, when you had lost every bit of yourself.

"Hey," Roman poked his head into the order window, dragging you out of your thoughts, "Lulu is looking for you."

You shook your head, "Tell her I went for supplies-" But the door popped open and a lithe brunette stepped in with puppy eyes, you let out a small groan.

Syverson liked small towns.

The house he managed to get was on the outskirts with plenty of space and privacy, every place seemed to have backyard access to the lake. Five bedrooms, the garage had more than enough room for his truck, he had taken the job as a mechanic, it was good for his hands. If anything it was a good stop.

Mike grunted as he dropped the latest box, Mike Franks another from his unit, "c'mon Captain it's past midday and we still haven't gotten half of the Uhaul unpacked. I say it's time for lunch."

"Thinkin with your belly or dick?"

Mike snorted, "both, Lu will meet us, plus she says she'll take us to the best place for lunch!"

That made him pause, Lu was Lulu Kincaid, Mike had met her the weekend of the wedding. The two apparently shared the same hometown but had miraculously missed each other all their lives. Until they shared the same dance floor a month ago at the wedding. Mike had been bugging Syverson to come out and resettle, he had a job for him and guaranteed him he wouldn't regret it.

He ran a hand down his face and scratched his beard, "fine, I owe you lunch anyhow, almost done with this." He could get the Uhaul unpacked himself.

Mike cheered and was quick to clean up, already on his phone, he waited in his jeep and laughed once Syverson climbed in. "Almost too big there Cap'n," Syverson grunted in answer and his friend frowned, "you gotta tell me what happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"You have been miserable ever since Davidson's wedding. The day after you nearly tore the vacation spot apart. Did you lose something?"

Syverson sighed, closing his eyes and grunting once again, "something like that…" he had woken to find his bed empty, checking the bathroom had confirmed it, Y/N had escaped. And that's all he had, your first name, the smell of pumpkins and the memory of your soft body giving in to his. Fuck. He hadn't thought it would bother him this much but that feeling of something missing had been growing and gnawing at him.

It was part of the reason he had up and moved here, the house was on lease for the first six months, it was good to change scenery if anything.

"-ays that her friend will be a good match…"

He blinked, "what?"

"Lulu says that she is bringing her friend along to meet us"

"Stop the car."

Mike laughed, flooring it, "no way capitan! It's time you spent some time with the fairer sex, might improve your mood…"

"Listen, it's just lunch, you don't even have to leave the building and… AND ROMAN can take over back here while you have a break!"

You narrowed your eyes at her, "Lu- there is no reason for me to-"

She batted her eyes at you, "it's just… your one of my favorite people-"

"Lucifer!" You scowled at her as her eyes watered, the nickname you often called her when she was up to no good.

"And your opinion matters so much to me. I think you'd like Mike and you just have to have lunch with us so that it's not awkward cause you know how bad I am at conversation when there's others around!"

Roman giggled, "I'll stand in back here, if your help doesn't show up, mostly everything is prepped and ready to go anyhow… you should take a break."

Lulu squealed, wrapping her arms around the blond and pressing a kiss to your cheek, "ya'll are the best!"

You swiped at air as she escaped the back kitchen, "I ain't even agree!" But your words were thrown to the wind and you let out a long suffering sigh. The vacation had been the worst idea ever, from meeting a godlike man that you had just thrown yourself under to now agreeing to having lunch with unknowns, the last month was starting to wear on you.

Roman placed a hand on your shoulder smiling softly when you looked at him, "if it's too much I will come save you, but it's time to stop hiding away back here and being a hermit is a bit out of fashion especially for you."

Syverson counted three exits, Mike shoved him into a seat and pointed at him, "time to make new friends Cap!" He craned his neck and waved at a tall brunette who led the way, a young woman in tow.

She ran over, squealing as Mike stood to wrap his arms around her. "Mike!" She pulled away, eyes landing on Syverson, "it's so nice to meet you! Mike is always going on about you! I brought a friend! This is Kelly."

Syverson stood, taking each lady's hands in his, offering polite greetings. Kelly was rather talkative yet kept looking at her phone. Then a thought occurred to him and he wondered why he hadn't asked, "Lulu, you met Mike at the wedding?" She nodded and smiled sheepishly. "Then you were one of the girls that crashed?" Another nod as she clutched at Mike's hand. "Not angry or anything like that, I was just wondering about a girl you would have been with." He watched her relieved expression as he described you, "said her name was Y/N but I didn't get her married name nor her contact information"

"You're talking about Pumpkin?" She asked with surprise, then laughed, "not surprised, she's not married," she started looking at Mike who kissed her hand, missing the relieved look on Syversons face. "We heard the music and wanted to go dancing but none of us had the audacity to just jump in, but Pumpkin is like that, plus she's the momma of the group. We kinda been having a hard time getting together and she had a bad year with that abusive ex boyfriend of hers, so she moved back here- into her grandma's old place its just been sitting there. Oh! I've said so much, really not for me to tell."

He had more than enough. Yes, she might have escaped him, but at least she wasn't attached to someone and he had been a mistake. You had enjoyed the night with him, he knew it.

"Still though, what did you two talk about? Wanting her information?"

Syverson shook his head sitting back, "just this and that is all…"

Mike narrowed his eyes at his friend who didn't look at him. Syv never asked about females, he had seen the man take plenty of women home but none had made it to the point of next day conversation. Much less that he ask for her. He wanted to know more, "momma of the group?"

Kelly huffed, "really, her ex wasn't all that bad, I am pretty sure she blew it out of proportion, I never seen him touch her. He just cheated on her is all and she went around accusing him of abuse. There were no records, she never called the police." Kelly rolled her eyes and looked back at her phone.

Something Syverson wondered about, "somewhere you need to be?" He asked with a frown, he didn't like her all that much, and what she had just said only added to his dislike of her.

She laughed and offered him a tooth filled smile. "Well-"

"Kelly…" Lulu shot her a look, she had been sure this would be a good match, her hopes soared as she caught sight of you taking your apron off and heading over. "Oh! Y/N! I'm so glad you could get lunch with us!" She nearly cried in relief, when had this become so awkward?!

Syverson tensed, obviously it couldn't be the one and the same…

You hated it, you could feel the tension, both shot you a 'save me' look, Lulu had always thought herself a matchmaker and while her intentions were good and came from the heart she was horrible at it. You took the only open spot at the table, easily dropping in beside the fourth person who's back was to you as you walked up, smiling as Roman stepped up behind you to drop a drink down for you and reached for the appetizers they had already ordered. Your relief had indeed shown up, giving you no excuse to stay back in your safe kitchen.

"Come here often?"

You froze, there was no way, but you recognized the voice, the low southern growl like quality that haunted your dreams the last couple of weeks. One you had replayed over and over in your head, one that was accompanied by the most sinful memories, rough grip and the burn of a beard against your sensitive thighs. You ignored the looks of curiosity from the two women across from you, carefully looking over to who you had unceremoniously sat beside.

That smirk, a quick flash of fangs, followed by that voice, "Pumpkin…"

Mike was quick, he wasn't sure how his friend knew the woman that had just joined but he saw the looks exchanged between his captain and you. He smirked, Syv's entire mood had shifted. The girl Kelly, while being sweet, had been no match for him, and while he himself adored Lulu it was just not going to work, but this one? "And you are?" He asked pinning the newcomer with his gaze.

You swallowed, looking away from the bright blue eyed intense gaze of the man beside you. Why did this always seem to happen to you? Had he stalked you down? What was he doing here? You knew this town and there was no way you had missed him, the memory of his hands on you making you squeeze your thighs together as you looked across the table.

"You must be Mike?" You asked, giving him your full attention, even though a thick thigh pressed against yours. You clearly remembered having those thighs push into the back of yours-

Lulu tilted her head to one side as the large man shifted to face you more openly. You leaned forwards and ignored him, this made her pause, you never ignored a person.

Syverson nearly growled, you had looked away from him, that wasn't going to work, he wanted your attention. "Y/N? I hear you are the mother hen of your friend group? The one they all look to?"

You nodded, "Syverson, have you told Kelly about yourself?" Lulu had asked you to join and make conversation easier between them, you frowned, Kelly wasn't one you would match with a man like Syverson. He was more of a stay at home and work with his hands kinda guy, while Kelly liked to party.

Lulu paused, she hadn't introduced the two of you. How did you know his name? Which meant you had met him. You had met him… at the wedding, she looked at the bear of a man and back at you, a slow devious smile curling her lips. You had failed to say anything about meeting the man and had left early, what had happened between the two of you? She had an idea with the way Mike's friend was eating you up with his eyes alone. "Actually, I am pretty sure Kelly was leaving," she said turning to her friend, "you said there was something to do?"

Kelly jerked her eyes from you to him and pouted, "but you made me come to meet him! And he is so handsome!"

Syverson pulled his hand from the table as she reached for him, eyes flicking to her for a moment before they went right back to you. "Is that cinnamon I smell?" He asked, dropping his hand under the table.

You jerked involuntarily as his big paw landed on your upper thigh, causing your heart rate to double as those thick digits gripped at your leg. "Baking… a-apple and pumpkin pies and there's the cinnamon rolls we make fresh!" Thick fingers tightened on your thigh as you tried to wiggle without making a scene. This was the person Lulu wanted to match with Kelly? The girl was seeing Stuart Wilde, son of the sheriff, they had been on and off for years.

Kelly stared at you, frowning, "oh, you know our Y/N is a whiz in the kitchen? Practically runs the place by herself here, she has a little help from the other guy. Which is surprising that she lets ANY man get around her these days," she giggled joyfully, the sound high pitched.

You clenched your jaw, she had been the least sympathetic when you had been going through tough times. His hand slid inwards and you reached down quickly, your own barely covering his wrist. Jesus, he was big, so BIG, you felt your face heating at the memory of how much bigger he was than you. He had made you feel small, vulnerable and safe, a heady mixture you hadn't felt in years. The feeling now compounded as he sat next to you, paw on your leg right in front of your friend and his attempting to go further, yet not moving anymore than you allowed.

"Gettin' a little frisky aren't we soldier?"

"No longer in the service remember? And I will take what you are willing to give, no more than allowed ma'am, just say the word and I'll behave."

You looked over at him in quiet surprise.

Syverson smirked, sitting closer to the table and keeping from looking at you, your hand around his to keep him from moving it, giving him endorphins he hadn't felt in years. Aside from the bitch sitting across from him, he was having fun. "That so?" He asked Kelly, leaning forwards.

She preened under his attention, when earlier she had been unable to get off her phone. "Mmhmm! Y/N here is pretty much a hermit these days, you know because of her ex?" She mock whispered the latter behind her hand with a grin.

It was enough.

You were on your feet in the next second and a loud resounding smack reverberated through the dining area. Kelly sat in shock, head turned to the side. You gasped, clutching your stinging hand to your chest, mouth falling open in surprise at your own actions.

What had you done?

#chasing pumpkin #syverson x reader #captain syverson #reader insert

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zealoushound · 3 years ago

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Dreams

Summary: After having several nightmares you just wanted to be cuddled.

Pairing: reader (gender non-specific) x open male partner

Word Count: 553

Warnings: nightmares, fear of intimacy/commitment? (I guess, if you squint), angst

A/N: Based on my dreams last night and the desire to have someone hold me and make them go away. This is an “insert character here” type of drabble. This could be literally any character, any fandom so insert your own dream guy and enjoy.

Disclaimer: FEEL FREE TO REBLOG IF YOU LIKE THE STORY! Writers live off reblogs! Do not copy any portion of my material to claim as your own. Do not repost my work, or any portions of my work on any site and claim it as your own.

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It wasn’t so much falling asleep that troubled me; it was what I’d find once I crossed the veil.

The nightmares that plagued my sleep tonight were not a common, nor welcome visitor. Yet every time I closed my eyes something new and terrifying awaited me.

Falling into an endless sea of darkness where little nasties reached out their crooked hands to pull and grab at whatever came near.

Next came the faceless creature that lurked behind unknowing loved ones as I sat in horror, trying to warn them to no avail. Unable to look away, paralyzed by fear.

Each time I would wake I would try to do something, anything, to chase the demons away.

I tried rolling over, getting some water; clearing my mind. No.

I tried walking to the bathroom. Surely that would wake me enough to start fresh. No.

Finally, I awoke the third time with a jolt. My brows furrowed with discomfort, lips parted in a silent scream. A part of me desperately tries to cling to reality while the other pulls me toward the nightmare that I have since forgotten. I gasp when the part clinging to this side of awareness wins out.

That’s when I felt... him. I had tried not to wake him. It’s difficult not to when you’re sharing a bed with someone. The first couple of times were different but I must have shaken the bed when I woke up this time.

I was afraid of his reaction. I’d only spent the night with him a few times in our budding relationship. In the past men had ignored me completely or asked me to get up. I feared a repeat.

He rolled to face my back. He propped his head up on his hand.

“Are you ok?” His other large, warm hand rested on my hip as the tears sprang to my eyes.

“Um..” was all I could muster.

“You’ve had quite a difficult night haven’t you, darling?”

I nod, refusing to face him while the tears silently fall onto my pillow. I just wanted to sleep with him. Not in the carnal way, but in the way that makes you feel safe and whole. I had never had that with anyone. Why did I let myself feel this would be any different?

“May I hold you?”

I couldn’t help the sudden gasp that escaped my parted lips. It was all I’d wanted and he was willing. I allowed Joy to play at my heartstrings. Sure, it could be a mistake, but what’s one more mistake to a heart that’s being bound together with super glue and duct tape?

The lump in my throat wouldn’t allow words to pass so I nodded my response instead. His huge frame pressed against mine immediately, cradling me in protection.

I felt warm.

I felt safe.

His body was perfectly flush against mine. His heavy arm draped across my body; his hand seeking mine. Finding it, he held tightly to it. Kissing my neck gently he began to play with my fingers making me giggle softly.

Joy swayed in my heart with delight. Maybe this one is it? Maybe this one won’t hurt us?

Maybe, Joy… maybe. I drifted into a peaceful slumber, safe and warm in his strong embrace before any other thoughts could chime in.

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littlebosleepmusings · 3 years ago

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I need help. I've been in the early stages of plotting a secret government agency fic with a Fem!Reader x Male Trainer. Slow burn with some focus on other characters/ your backstory as well. Only issue is who my male lead will be. I know who I'd prefer (CH in Extraction is just perfect for what I want my character to be), but I'm also aware that one face claim is more popular than the other. I feel I need to take a poll. I'll probably use an original name, but do I choose,

Reply to this post or leave me an ask, please.

Edit: I have never actually seen Sand Castle, but y'all couldn't tell me Henry sounded like that in it?

Let's pretend he sounds like August...lol.

#reader insert #captain sy x reader #captain syverson #syverson x reader #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #chris hemsworth x reader #chris hemsworth #tyler rake #tyler rake x reader #extraction #august walker #august walker x y/n #august walker x reader #ideas

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thetaoofzoe · 4 years ago

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Fic: Syverson the Protector pt 5

* Syverson The Protector - Part I (pairing Syverson x YOU)

* Syverson the Protector - Part II (pairing Syverson x YOU)

* Syverson the Protector - Part III (pairing Syverson x YOU)

* Syverson the Protector - Part IV (pairing Syverson x YOU)

Author note: Finally part 5! Thank you so much for hanging in with me through this delightful journey and I hope that this part quenches your desire.

Summary: Henry has invited you to spend a few weeks at his cabin in the mountains and of course you agree. 💖NEW💖

Rating for this part: Sex, fluff, discussion of trauma (minor) Everyone has a good time and Aika is there too :)

I’ve picked ‘Henry’ as Syverson’s first name and he’s grown his hair out :D

Must be read in order, no part can stand alone.

Word count: 7500

Want to read more? Click for my Masterlist

‘Well,’ said your nurse as she watched you sort and pack your belongings. ‘If you want him to know how you feel, you have to tell him.’

She folded her arms and leaned against the narrow door frame to your hospital room. You glanced up at her.

‘I’m not twelve, Barb,’ you scoffed, nevertheless feeling pleased with her observation.

‘Well you were the one asking me to pass notes to him like you were in school.’

You raised your brows in surprise and then pointed an accusatory finger at her. You had resorted to note passing because you couldn’t see Henry face to face and communicate with him like an adult. It wasn’t an ideal situation, but you made it work.

‘You, Nurse Barb,’ you started, about to say something caustic and then relented, deciding to be sweet. ‘Did a great job passing notes, and I thank you.’

You flipped closed your small travel case and crossed the hospital room to grab at one of the slowly deflating helium ‘Get Well’ balloons which still listed lazily around the silver weight that held it in place. With a small pair of scissors, you cut the ribbon tether and lanced the mylar in an inconspicuous place. Pressing the balloon to your chest, you squeezed out the remainder of the helium air mix and added the now flat balloon to the pile of other flattened balloons.

‘So? Then what are you going to do about it?’ Barb continued to press. ‘Leave and regret never having said anything?’’

You stopped compacting the pile of deflated balloons and turned to look at her.

This whole budding romance thing between two war torn lovers must have been the most exciting thing that had ever happened to the nurse, you thought pleasantly. It was certainly exciting to you. So, you cut her some slack.

‘I just happen to know that he’s outside in the pool area right now. And, you have some time before your flight.’

The look on her face was both encouraging and infuriating.

Smiling, you walked to the door and patted Barb’s shoulder.

‘All right. I’ll go.’

She waggled her brows, turned and walked with you down the narrow corridor and then through the half-empty dayroom. She stopped at the double glass doors that led to the pool area and used her weight to press open one side.

‘I can’t tell if you’re a really good matchmaker or a really bad matchmaker,’ you said absently.

She shrugged.

‘Good luck, and don’t be too hard on him.’

‘I won’t. Well, I probably won’t. Well...I can’t promise.’

She chuckled and quickly gave you a one-armed hug.

‘I’ll have them bring your bags to the car when it turns up. There are a few people going to the airport with you. So if I don’t see you… keep in touch, ok?’

You nodded and walked through the open door.

The pool area, as they called it, was really just a collection of beach umbrellas shading colourful inflatable kiddie pools, some blowup flamingos, and an odd assortment of mismatched lawn chairs. There were several men camped out around most of the medium sized pools, with their feet in the water and enjoying each other’s company. You spotted Henry right off the bat, as he was the only one still in a wheelchair and paused a moment to watch him laugh at something the man next to him had just said. You were loath to interrupt them.

I’ll just leave a note, you thought, turning your back to the men in order to return to the day room. He won’t mind. I’ll leave a note and my business card so he won’t feel pressured to say anything to my face.

A little lost in thought, you lingered there for a moment, with your hand on the door handle when your thoughts were interrupted by a chorus of teasing male voices calling out your name, accompanied by whistles and several coquettish sounding ‘yoo-hoo!’s.

A wave of heat rushed into your face and you hunched your shoulders in a self-conscious cringe.

Jesus Christ you hated military men sometimes.

But you had been caught and you had no other choice but to turn around and face them.

One of the men kicked out the empty lawn chair closest to Syverson and waved you over. Taking the invitation, you drew the chair close to the circle, lightly rested your hand on Henry’s shoulder and sat down next to him. It was good to see him looking so well.

‘I read your new article,’ said the man, and by deciphering his medical wristband you learned he was called Solensky. ‘That was a damn brave thing you did.’

You shook your head and looked at Syverson, hoping that he didn’t think you were trying to steal glory.

‘I didn’t write it to showcase what I did. I had to tell people what really happened. How heroic the men were. And my partner. The sacrifices that they all made. What I did wasn’t important.’

‘Saving my life wasn’t important?’

Syverson sounded a little bit hurt and turning to him you were at a loss to read his suddenly cloudy expression.

You opened your mouth to protest.

‘I-- I didn’t mean that you… of course you are important. I just did what I had to.’

You held his incredulous gaze and continued, ‘you know that, Henry.’

Didn’t he believe you?

‘He don’t mean it like that,’ said Solensky. ‘He means that, you doing what you did, was important. Even if you don’t think it was.’

Henry obviously agreed with the man’s assessment, for a smile lifted the corner of his mouth and you cut a relieved and fondly exasperated look at him. Sitting back in the creaky lawn chair you kicked your feet out in front of you and rested them against the cushy rounded pool edge.

‘Thank you,’ you said finally and nodded to Solensky. ‘I had hoped to get it finished and published before I left.’

It felt good to hear some praise from the men you were trying to uplift.

‘You leaving soon?’ he asked.

‘Yes. Today. In a few hours in fact.’

You turned to face Henry again.

‘I wanted to say goodbye before I did.’

His face remained unreadable and you feared that you had upset him in some way.

The door to the dayroom opened and Barb called to you.

‘The car is here early. They have to do more stops, so you’ll have to leave now, I’m sorry.’

You shot Syverson a panicked look.

Now? But you didn’t say all you wanted to say. You didn’t have time!

‘Ok,’ Henry said finally. ‘You don’t want to keep them waiting or they’re gonna have you walking home.’

He pressed himself up and out of the wheelchair and breathing a little hard from the exertion, he faced you when you stood as well.

‘I’m in your debt. Whenever you need me, for whatever reason, I want you to call on me. It don’t matter, you got that?’

‘I got it,’ you answered, feeling a deep pang of agony and regret in your gut. Leaving was harder than you had expected.

Henry smiled then and curving his arms around you, he pulled you against his sun warmed body.

And what torture it was for him to hold you like that!

You put your head on his chest and embraced him in return. And, when you lifted your teary eyes, he leaned in and kissed your forehead. But that wasn’t good enough. Not nearly enough and you squeezed him when his lips met yours.

‘Ok… ok,’ you giggled, feeling hot faced and aroused. ‘You gotta stop that or I won’t be able to leave.’

He didn’t release you.

‘You can stay and come home with me,’ he said, moving in for another kiss.

You ducked your head and stepped out of his embrace.

‘If you behave, maybe I will.’

Barb cleared her throat, a signal that you were out of time, and kissing him quickly, you turned to leave.

‘Barb’ll give you my card. It’ll have my info on it.’

‘I will?’ she asked, glaring at you and then at him. ‘Boy, I’ll be glad when you leave and I can stop all of this note ferrying back and forth.’

‘See ya,’ said Henry.

‘Soon,’ you promised and went through the day room doors.

It had been six months. Six months of convalescing at home, writing columns and binge watching all of the television shows you missed while you were deployed. It had also been a pleasant six months of regular correspondence with Henry, which culminated in him asking you to come to the mountains with him for a few weeks. He had a little cabin in Montana which he had been renovating and now that Aika was finished with her mandatory quarantine in the States, he was going to go there and relax.

A few weeks in the fresh mountain air was just what you needed and once you agreed, he made and paid for your travel arrangements.

It was refreshingly cool when you shuffled into the noise and chaos of the airport arrival terminal on your way to the baggage claim. However, you walked a little more leisurely than the hustling crowd, taking in the sights and idly people watching. As a journalist, although you had trekked through more airports than you cared to count, the peculiar culture of tiny, and expensive indoor pseudo-cities like this was still so compelling. It wouldn’t be strange to see a bleary eyed man chowing down on a stacked burger and swilling his third bourbon on the rocks at 6:30 in the morning. Or seeing a grown woman tucked into an awkward corner, and clutching her carry-on bag protectively in front of her as she tried to catch some sleep during an unexpected flight delay.

You had been both of those people at one point or another in your travels. But there was another reason why you were strolling and taking your time examining the mass produced keychains and tee shirts proclaiming the name of the state you were in. You were nervous and your heart banged painfully against your ribs. You could feel it galloping and straining against its internal tethers and you had to stop occasionally and pretend to look at overpriced pizza slices in order to catch your breath.

You were nervous about seeing him again. That sweet, unfairly handsome Captain Henry Syverson.

The thought of him made you smile but you pressed it into a straight neutral line in the event someone was watching. You didn’t want to seem crazy, grinning down at a display case of heat-lamp warmed slices of cheese pizza.

When you finally reached baggage claim, a man, dressed in a dark suit and white shirt was waiting for you. He stood with the rest of the chauffeurs looking bored and holding an open tablet on which your name stood out in bold block letters on the screen. You walked expectantly up to him and he smiled and greeted you by name.

‘How was your trip?’ he asked, as he walked with you to the baggage carousel.

‘It was fine, thank you.’

And the two of you stood side by side watching the conveyor belt start to move and roll out the luggage.

‘Which one is yours?’ he asked, moving closer to the belt, ready to snag your bag as it tumbled by.

‘The red one, with the white stripe. It has the camera shaped luggage tag.’

He nodded and when that red bag came by, he grabbed it by the side handle. He then put it down, pulled up the telescoped handle and indicated that you follow him to the parking lot. Outside, the cool air woke you from your flight induced stupor and you took in a long cleansing breath.

‘First time in Montana?’ he asked, grinning as he watched you stretch your arms and back.

‘Just tired,’ you said. ‘Long flight.’

He opened the door to the glossy black SUV and helped you step up into the high spotless interior. Through the back window you watched him stow your suitcase in the trunk and followed him with your eyes until he climbed into the truck.

‘So,’ he said and fiddled with his tablet. ‘It’s going to take a little while to get to the destination. Is it warm enough for you? Too warm? There are snacks in the centre console and water under the seat. Do you mind if I have the radio on?’

The questions seemed rehearsed and you assured him that everything was fine before you sat back into the plush leather seats and he drove off.

Taking out your mobile, you switched it off of airplane mode and it immediately pinged that you had a message.

Making sure you landed safely.

You smiled and replied that you had done just that and were already on your way.

I’ll be waiting. I hope you’re hungry.

The driver was right. It took two and a half hours to get to the cabin and the last mile or so was on a dirt road so pitted and bumpy that you weren’t sure you were going to come out of the ride in one piece.

But it was all made better when you spotted Henry standing with Aika on the broad porch of a gorgeous mountain cabin. When he said that he wanted you to spend time with him at the cabin, you immediately pictured it to be a one or two room Little House on the Prairie type place. Which was absolutely fine with you, as you wouldn’t be there to admire the decor. However, you were not expecting the beautiful structure that stood proudly amongst the trees.

The driver slowed, made an awkward k-turn in the dirt and deposited you directly in front of the tall man approaching the truck.

The sight of Henry made you feel weak and proud to show the driver that you had been chosen by a superior specimen. Henry briefly spoke to the driver through his open window and the trunk popped open. With hands clasped in your lap, you waited. Henry grabbed your suitcase, slammed shut the trunk and then opened your door. He positively beamed at you and when you took his outstretched hand, you felt like a princess being rescued from a high tower.

When the SUV made its way back down the dirt road and the two of you were finally alone, you were faced with one of two decisions.

One: behave in your usual awkward way and shake his hand or pat his shoulder and thank him for letting you come and visit.

Two: press into his arms and give him the biggest hello I fucking missed you, kiss he’d ever received.

With some internal dismay, you found yourself leaning towards option one. You didn’t want to lead him to the wrong impression about you and slowly you extended your hand.

A look of surprise drifted across his face, but he was apparently willing to follow your lead. Before he could take that hand, you had a change of heart and instead ran straight at him and clamped your arms about his waist.

‘Hey, baby,’ he murmured, kissing the top of your head and enveloping you in his strong arms.

Oh God, you thought. I’m gonna start crying.

Tears pricked your eyes and before you could stop yourself, you heaved with a desperate sob.

‘What’s the matter?!’ he asked, sounding alarmed with the sudden change in your attitude.

You clutched him tighter and put your face against him.

‘I’m… I’m so happy to see you standing right here,’ you gasped.

The last time you’d seen him in the flesh, he had still been mostly confined to a wheelchair, still healing from his terrible wounds and unable to look after himself. But there he was now, strong and whole and so warm in your arms that you felt an overwhelming sense of affection for him.

Henry held you tighter and you felt infinitely safe in his embrace. Everything was right with the world.

‘I thought about the moment I could do this,’ he said, gently stroking your back. ‘And now I made you cry.’

‘I’m just so happy to see you well,’ you said, pulling back and looking at his wryly smiling face. ‘And not hooked up to wires and IVs.’

‘Ok,’ he drawled. ‘Me too. In that case…’

He curved one hand about your cheek and lifting your face, he kissed you. It took a few more moments of cuddling before you eventually stopped trembling and having an existential crisis. He drew back, bent down and picked up your bag.

‘You hungry?’ he asked, slipping his hand down to your lower back and guiding you to the glorious cabin.

‘Famished!’ you announced and stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

The dog on the porch sat up and wriggled with pleasure, her thick furry tail whapping excitedly on the wooden boards.

Henry dragged his fingers through the thick brown and black scruff and scratched her angular head. The dog bowed and flattened her ears softly and approached you. You put both hands on her head and massaged her fluffy ears.

‘I remember you,’ you said to the dog who continued to eagerly lick at your hands.

‘This place is different than where she’s from, but she loves it.’

Then to Aika he said, ‘stay on the porch.’

And the dog promptly flopped down on the cushiony bed made from folded quilts and began her surveillance of the surrounding tranquil woods.

Henry opened the cabin door and ushered you in.

The inside was just as spectacular as the outside and your mouth came open with surprise.

‘I know you did all of this, didn’t you. It’s so… beautiful.’

‘I had help,’ he answered modestly. ‘It’s been a work in progress for years. Still got some things to do, but it’s liveable.’

Liveable, you scoffed silently. That was an understatement. The place was an obviously handcrafted masterpiece. From the matte blonde wood flooring and the warm caramel panelling, it was a masculine tribute to a rustic lifestyle. The appliances were new, but understatedly retro and wood burning. The main living room was broad and comfortable with soft couches and homespun appointments. You followed Henry down a narrow hallway to the left. Off of that hallway was a short staircase that led to the upper floor.

‘There’s a guest bedroom down there,’ he said pointing to the door at the end of the corridor and the master is upstairs.’

He gestured that you go up the stairs and you complied. Opening the door at the top of the stairs, you found yourself walking into a bright warm room with a large bed facing a broad clean window that overlooked the trees and the lake behind the cabin. It smelt of pine and you wondered if he picked that scent because he thought you might like it. You did like it.

Henry put your bag on the floor by the bed.

‘This is your room.’

He rested a hand on the glossy dresser top which had been pushed against the far wall.

‘You can put your stuff in here, or hang them up in the closet.’

He opened the door next to the dresser to show you the empty closet space.

‘Bathroom’s over here.’

He crossed the room, opened the second door and you poked your head in, pleased to see a full bath and tub.

That tub might come in handy for sexytimes.

Once the tour was completed you smiled at him, but left the question of where he was going to stay to burn on the tip of your tongue.

It didn’t stay there long for Henry beat you to it.

‘I’ll be downstairs… in the guest room.’

There was hesitation in his voice and he trailed off seeming suddenly shy and awkward.

Was he as nervous about your visit as you were?

He didn’t look at you as he put a hand against the back of his head, which you knew was an unconscious self-soothing gesture. But you didn’t want to put him out of his misery just yet. You were enjoying it too much.

‘If… when you need me,’ he finished.

The implication of needing him, at night, hung heavily in the air and trailing a finger up his bare forearm, you squashed a smile.

‘And you’ll be downstairs…’ you said, keeping your voice serious and your expression neutral. ‘If… I mean when I need you. You’ll be downstairs? In the guest bedroom? Downstairs?’

He looked at you a moment, his own expression a mild mix of confusion and then that sweet slow bloom of understanding in his eyes. You saw the exact moment that he realised you were teasing him and you couldn’t help laughing.

‘C’mon you,’ you said, slipping your hand into his. ‘I’m starving.’

***

Once downstairs, he packed a big red-topped cooler with vegetables and potatoes and steaks that had been marinating overnight, as well as cutlery, plates and other sundry items. Carrying only a chilled six pack of bottled lager, you followed him down the winding gravel path to the lake. There was a rustic firepit down there flanked by two dark wood adirondack chairs and a picnic table.

You wondered if he made all of that himself and then chuckled. Of course he did.

You watched him dump the cooler next to the grated firepit and go to grab a few already split logs from a nearby pile. Clutching the thin cardboard handle of the sixpack in both hands you felt unbearably girly and unwilling to admit that watching him start a fire with a small pile of tinder and a magnesium firestick, aroused the fuck out of you. It didn’t help that his jeans stretched nicely across his thighs when he crouched lower and gently blew onto the young flame before quickly adding additional fuel until the fire was stable enough to tent the logs over it.

Henry rose and dusted his hands against the seat of his jeans and you cleared your throat.

‘That was sexy,’ you said and laughed at your own audacity.

He glanced at you over his shoulder, clearly appreciative of your praise, but instead of addressing it, he pointed to the short pier.

‘Do you see the green nylon sack over there?’

You looked and nodded.

‘Take the bottles and put ‘em in the sack and lower it into the water. That’ll keep ‘em cold.’

Feeling helpful, you did as you were told. When you returned a few minutes later, you hoisted yourself up onto the top of the picnic table and rested your feet on the bench seat.

‘Do you want some help?’ you asked after a moment.

‘Nope,’ he answered, and cast another amused look at you over his shoulder. ‘You just sit there and be pretty for me, ok?’

You preened, and lightly patted your face. It was as pretty as you were going to get.

‘I think I can do that. Sure.’

And you sat there thinking about having children with him. You imagined taking them on camping trips and teaching them all of the survival skills they needed to fend for themselves in the event the zombie apocalypse drove your family into the woods. So you asked him if he was prepared for the apocalypse and sat there rapt as he explained his six point plan and how he had been planning and storing for the last three years.

When dinner was ready, the two of you ate at the picnic table and drank most of the beer and discussed the pros and cons of wasting ammo to achieve a head shot as opposed to just disabling the zombie so that you could escape it.

‘Yeah, but you are the one who’s gonna get the successful headshots. I’m just out there swinging a rake or something.’

‘Can get you a katana if you like.’

You laughed and swigged your beer. Pointing the mouth of the bottle at him you scoffed.

‘A katana?? I’d more likely slice myself up before I’d do any damage to a zombie.’

‘I don’t think so,’ Henry replied easily and stood up to stoke the fire.

He helped himself to another few spoonfuls of vegetables, which when offered, you declined.

‘A little training and some practice, you’d be fine.’

‘You have a lot of misplaced faith in me, sir,’ you teased him.

Henry was quick to answer.

‘You’re wrong. You already proved to be capable, ingenious and tougher than you think. I wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.’

Your chest tightened at the traumatic memory and you stared down at your empty bottle. The helpless tears started to threaten again.

But biting them back, you reached across the table and put your hand over his. Henry took it, curved your fingers over his and brought your hand to his lips.

Henry’s open emotion made you feel just as raw and vulnerable as you had that fateful day. The day that entwined your lives together forever.

You reached for him with your other hand and stroked his cheek, trailing your fingers through his beard which continued to amaze you with how soft it was to touch. He captured your other hand and kissed that one as well and then held them both. And when he smiled, you smiled in return. It was all right now.

It was starting to get dark and across the lake, you could see the setting sun disappearing behind the mountains. Henry got up and began clearing the table.

‘ Go and sit by the fire,’ he instructed you when you tried to help.

If he wanted to do all of the work, who were you to stop him. You slid onto the cool chair and drew your knees up and to the side to get comfortable just as Aika came trotting out of the woods. She went immediately to you and put her slobbery chin on your thigh. You rubbed her furry head until she was tired of the attention and went to beg scraps from Henry.

‘Coffee?’ he asked a moment later and lifted an old battered tin percolator to show you that he meant coffee and not anything else.

‘I could have one, sure.’

You had got used to black coffee during your time on the front and really never bothered to change it when you went back to civilian life. The cup he gave you was hot and tasted fresh with a hint of vanilla.

‘Vanilla,’ you said and he chuckled, seating himself in the chair next to you.

‘I ah… I got used to it over there, now I can’t drink any other kind.’

You didn’t mind it. Not at all and the two of you sat in companionable silence.

‘It’s a beautiful place, Henry. A beautiful cabin. I am amazed that you did all of this.’

‘My friends helped. This is their place when they want it too.’

Aika flopped down on the space between the chairs and Henry reached down to pat her head.

‘Are you glad I’m here?’ you asked finally, admittedly fishing a little for compliments.

‘Yes,’ he said. ‘I’m very glad you’re here.’

You were going to say something else but a yawn caught you off guard. Now that you were full and content and safe, sleepiness began to creep in around the corners.

‘You had a long flight,’ Henry offered as explanation, holding out his hand to take your cup. ‘If you want to go on in to sleep, I’ll take care of things here out here.’

‘No! No, I don’t want to leave. I’m not too sleepy.’

‘Awright,’ he chuckled and leaned back into the chair.

Aika yawned then and you did the same. You put the cup on the flat arm of the chair and closed your eyes. You had never felt so happy and before you knew it, you had drifted off. When you woke with a start later, it was dark and the fire had been extinguished. A glimmer of faint stars reflected by the lake was your only anchor point that confirmed where you were.

But it was the type of dark that could only be achieved when there was no light pollution from nearby cities and you felt a twinge of panic.

‘Henry?’ you called sitting up.

He wasn’t in the chair next to you and Aika was gone.

Shit! What if the killer was still out there?

You heard footsteps approaching on the gravel path.

‘I’m here.’

His voice was warm and steady.

There was no moon and standing, you blindly searched in front of you as he came closer. He put his hand around you, resting it low on your back then pulled you to him. At his touch, a jolt of welcomed pleasure spread out from your core.

‘Why are you out here lurking in the dark?’ you giggled softly, pressing your hands flat on his chest.

‘Making sure nothing carries you off,’ he replied just as quietly and gave you a squeeze.

Henry was clearly feeling for the edges of your boundaries and you deeply appreciated that about him. He hadn’t forced your hand and he was eagerly playing by your rules.

‘I’m glad to have my big strong protector to save me from the monsters. Are you… gonna take me inside now?’

‘Yeah. C’mon.’

God, his voice was so unbearably soft and alluring and you knew that if you weren’t careful, you would find yourself beneath him in his bed tonight.

You had to be careful, so once inside the cabin, you kissed him and bade him goodnight. Admittedly, that probably wasn’t how he expected the evening to end but you knew you were going to make the wait worth his while.

After showering thoroughly, you changed your clothes and sat down on the edge of the soft bed. The cabin was quiet except for the normal sounds of the woods coming in through the open window and the sounds of Henry moving around downstairs.

I could get used to this.

After a moment you heard the shower running downstairs and you immediately worried that you hadn’t left enough hot water for him. Stretching out on top of the quilt you listened and imagined his naked body, his wet, soapy naked body and a tingle raced up your thighs and pooled insistent heat in your groin. You bit your lip and pushed your hand between your legs. You held your hand there, still and unmoving and listened until everything had fallen silent on the lower floor.

You breathed quietly, in and out and in and out again and relaxed, drawing your hand away and tucking it across your midsection.

Sleep, you thought. It was all going to be more rational in the morning.

Bright sunlight and sweet bird songs greeted you the next morning. After washing up, you followed the scent of coffee and breakfast downstairs.

The front room was empty, but there was food and a still steaming coffee pot on the stove. The sound of Aika barking outside led you to the door and then out onto the porch. Henry stood at the bottom of the steps holding a red ball which he launched into the air for the dog to chase. He turned when you came to stand next to him.

‘Morning,’ he grinned and kissed you when you lifted your face to ask for it.

‘Hi. How did you sleep?’

‘Yeah, good, good. You?’

You stretched in the warm morning sunlight and fondly watched Aika race back to you. She dropped the ball and danced away, to wait for the next missile. Henry obliged and the dog took off again.

‘It was better than I expected,’ you admitted happily. ‘It usually takes me a couple of nights before I can get comfortable in a new place.’

He nodded and took a drink from his flowered cup.

‘Good. Hungry?’

‘I love that you’re always feeding me,’ you said joyfully. ‘Can we eat down by the lake?’

‘Anything you want, baby,’ he agreed.

The air by the lake was warm and fresh and a few metres out on the water was a group of ducks having a morning swim. Basking in the sun with a hearty meal and an intriguing and funny man was the most indulgent thing you could have possibly done. And you held onto the moment for as long as it presented itself.

You even agreed to a short easy hike after breakfast and in a sun drenched meadow you lay in the sweet smelling grass and talked about nothing in particular.

The day passed in uneventful bliss and again, Henry prepared dinner over the fire and afterwards the two of you sat side by side on the top porch step to watch some unexpected fireworks in the eastern sky.

During a lull in the colourful explosions, you went inside to grab a seat cushion.

When you came onto the porch, you were careful not to kick the cup at Henry’s side. Instead you picked up your own cup and gesturing for him to make room, you tossed down the cushion and sat on the step right between his knees. A little smile blossomed on your face, a response to the feeling of peace spreading through you, and you leaned back against Henry using his thighs as arm rests.

‘I like this,’ you said quietly and relaxed into the warm hands gently kneading your shoulders.

‘Yeah.’

The sound of him, low and husky behind you, filled you with pleasure. You pressed harder between his open legs and he went still. This was the moment of truth. Your heart thrummed with anticipation against your ribs and when he relaxed, so did you.

A beat of silence drifted between you and then he spoke.

‘You wanna go inside with me?’

There was a loud scratching sound of your nails raking along his jeans, evidence of your involuntary reaction to his clear invitation.

‘Yes. I-- want to.’

The breath he let out was audible.

‘C’mon then.’

Henry pushed himself up from the step and effortlessly lifted you in the process. It was like floating on air, reckless yet safe in his strong arms and when your feet finally hit the porch, you were loath to be released. You turned around to face him and slid your arms about his neck. The force of his kiss surprised you, and you clung tighter to him, opening your mouth to take all of him in. Henry pulled you against him and walked backwards towards the cabin door.

You cried out with delight when he crouched and swept you up into his arms. Just like the charming prince he touted himself to be.

‘I love this,’ you murmured, nipping at his lower lip and then suckling it between your own. ‘Why don’t you fuck me in your bed.’

‘Fuck,’ he groaned and clutched you to his chest. ‘You’re gonna drive me crazy, baby.’

‘I promise I’ll drive you crazy.’

Henry didn’t waste time in carrying you to the small bedroom at the end of the hall.

His room was clean, and quiet. Not as fancy as the master bedroom, but it was enough with its bed and bureau and the small adjoining shower. Aika, who had been napping on the floor at the foot of the bed perked up and cautiously thumped her tail as if wondering why the hell the two humans were making so much noise.

‘Aika,’ said Henry desperately. ‘Out!’

With a groan of a petulant child, the dog heaved herself up and reluctantly left the room. Henry booted the door shut behind her and then set you down onto your feet. There was enough gloaming light coming in through the windows for you to see him grin.

He cupped your face between his hands and kissed you gently, thoroughly and then let his fingers trail down over your shoulders, your arms and then across your waist where he curled his fingers beneath the hem of your baggy tee shirt. Instinctively you raised your arms when he lifted the shirt up and over your head. He tossed the shirt onto the chair in the corner. He then turned you around and unhooked your bra which was also tossed to join the shirt. And still keeping your back to him, he kissed your shoulder and then the other and then kissed the space between them. The light scratch of his beard on such an unexpectedly tender place made you shiver and your nipples harden. He hummed quietly, a sound of absolute satisfaction and he nipped you lightly where your shoulder sloped down to your collarbone. You sighed voluptuously and leaned into his muscular chest, turning your upper body slightly and reaching back to smooth your hand over his head.

Henry slipped his hands up from your waist and cupped your bare breasts and kissed you deeply as if trying to drink in every bit of you. You felt utterly possessed, and helpless in the face of his overwhelmingly masculine sexual power. You would give him everything, anything and all he had to do was ask.

He slid his hands down your belly again and into the elastic waistband of your shorts. He eased them over your hips and chased your curves to the warm, velvety space between your legs. Highly aware of his two thick fingers beginning to work into your wetness you arched and moaned breathlessly, your voice rising sweetly into the warmth of the room. A dark knowing chuckle rumbled behind you and Henry dragged his tongue across your lower lip.

All of your attention narrowed to that single delicious focal point of those deft fingers stroking your quivering clit and sliding deeper inside you.

‘I want you,’ Henry murmured and the demand behind his words made you shudder. ‘I want you so bad.’

Yes, you thought. I want you. The moment I met you, I wanted you. I’ve always wanted you.

You turned in his arms and a wave of lust crashed over you at the sight of him. He slipped those two previous busy fingers into his mouth and sucked off your juice. You crooked a finger at him, beckoning him closer as you backed towards the bed. Henry whipped off his shirt and took his time unbuckling his belt and shoving down his jeans until he could stand beautifully naked before you, his thick beautiful cock hard and standing at the ready.

You were ready for him indeed. Henry closed the space between you and grabbing you about the waist, he hoisted you up and sprawled you messily across the bed. You sat up, reached for him and dragged him down atop you. He was heavy, and pressed you steadily into the soft sheets and you never wanted to escape him. Henry kissed you hard, punishingly, muffling your sudden cry of pleasure with his mouth. You hugged and kissed him and swore under your breath, eager for the soft velvety feel of his blood-hot cock sliding up along your inner thigh.

‘Come inside me, Henry.’

It was all the invitation he needed.

The newness of him sliding into you hurt just a little, a small but welcomed reminder of what it meant when two lovers finally joined. Henry stilled then, and breathed quietly, as if fighting his urge to cum. You stroked his shoulders and kissed his face, encouraging him to focus only on you. He lifted his head and held your gaze as he rocked up into you again, then again, slowly and deliberately, stoking that fire smouldering between the two of you. You arched against him, vaguely aware of your own lusty sounds and Henry increased the intensity of his thrusts and in turn heightened the ferocity of your pleasure.

Henry lit your fuse and it consumed you. It crackled over your sensitive flesh and along every nerve ending and you responded eagerly to every slow drag of his cock in and out of you. He made you feel alive, more alive than ever before and at the moment of your orgasm you closed your eyes and let his name escape your lips, offering it up as a prayer, as praise. As thanks.

You held onto him when he finally completed the circuit and poured himself inside you.

It took several moments of panting beneath him before Henry moved off of you and you immediately felt the loss. So you lay there, sweat cooling on your skin and basking in the warm feelings of well being. When your senses returned, you got up and went to the bathroom for a quick pee and wash up and when you returned, the bed was turned down and you crawled gratefully beneath the soft sheets.

‘That was fucking amazing,’ you murmured to the man next to you. ‘That was the best sex I have ever had.’

Henry chuckled and sounded pleased.

‘Yeah. I waited a long time for you.’

‘Oh yeah? The moment I put my hand in yours outside of the barracks, you what? Wanted to carry me off to fuck me?’

He grunted.

‘Yeah! Something like that. I would’ve at least got your name first, /then/ put you over my shoulder and carried you off.’

You smiled to yourself and imagined the scene and how shocked the men would have been to watch their stoic captain haul off the journalist for a little fun. You closed your eyes, only intending to get more comfortable to continue the conversation. However, again sleep had other ideas.

Light burst behind your eyelids and the sound of shouting male voices filled your ears. You struggled to open your eyes, but something was holding them sealed shut. Another explosion and then the sound of rocks raining down all around you. I’m on fire, you thought, desperately trying to claw your way out of burning clothes. Your hands were already seared into talons of fused flesh and bone and there was nothing you could do to stop the pain. Sand blasted your vulnerable flesh and you opened your mouth to scream, only to be choked by tiny merciless shards of hot glass. You continued to scream and scream barely aware of the hands on your arms and the voice calling you name. It was Henry and he was shaking you out of your nightmare.

‘You’re all right, baby. You’re all right,’ he murmured pulling you against him. ‘It’s just a nightmare. You’re all right now. I’m here.’

As the dream melted away, you curled up into his arms and burst into tears. Henry gentled you until you quieted and even beyond that until eventually you were able to speak.

‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry…’

‘Don’t be sorry, baby,’ he whispered. ‘Don’t be. I’m here. I’ll protect you.’

You lifted your tear wet face and kissed him. Then again and again, rolling onto your back and pulling him with you.

‘Make love to me, Henry. Please. Make love to me.’

‘I’ll take care of you,’ he promised.

And you trusted him to do just that.

The morning rain kept the two of you inside the snug cabin and in bed where you took your time exploring and delighting in the mystery of each other.

‘Does it still hurt?’ you asked, pulling back the sheets and stroking your fingers along the thick jagged scar that cut across his lower belly.

Henry looked down at where you were touching him and shook his head.

‘No. Not anymore.’

You fell silent, listening to the rasp of your dry fingers gliding across his skin. Henry curled an arm about you when you put your head on his shoulder.

‘You never went to talk to someone about it, did you.’

It wasn’t a question and as much as you wanted to feign ignorance, you couldn’t shut down your immediate and visceral reaction to his observation.

No. You had buried yourself in work the moment you got back to the States and didn’t want to think about the trauma that had befallen you. What was the point? It was over, wasn’t it?

Henry felt your body tense and he rubbed your back.

‘That’s why you’re still having nightmares.’

Your voice was small when you spoke, hoping to be heard against the lashing rain.

‘I thought I could handle it.’

He chuckled.

‘I know. I thought I could handle it too. They don’t let us go home without group therapy. I fucking hate it, but I do it, because it works.’

You stopped the back and forth motion of your hand and just rested it on his scar. It was the thing that drew you together, the thing that reminded him of you.

Henry turned his head and kissed your forehead.

‘You’re so strong. And you’re carrying this weight. But you gotta let it go, baby.’

‘I know. I… dream about you dying in the explosion and then burning to death. I can’t stop it. I can’t help you.’

Henry held you close.

‘You’re alive and I’m alive. I’m right here with you. You don’t have to worry when you’re with me.’

You slept against his chest for most of the day and dreamed, not of violence in a desolate place but of a bright new future.

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buckyownsmylife · 4 years ago

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Everything About You - Captain Syverson Smut

The one where he's surprised to find out what has been your companion while he was away

Warnings: smut, captain kink, slight obedience kink, use of sex toys, threat of orgasm denial, masturbation (f), threat of overstimulation, cockwarming, mention of double penetration

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: This is for a request I got a few weeks ago ✨ Can’t believe I managed to finish it so quickly, what a miracle 🙌 Thanks to my ride or die, @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for checking this over for me! You know I love you!

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I knew he was about to walk through those doors anytime now. I was prepared - waxed, hydrated, even ate properly for the last two days, knowing how my man could get whenever he got home after a long deployment. Only problem was that the longer it took for him to get home, the hornier I got.

I hadn’t touched myself for the last week, waiting for him to arrive, knowing that my first orgasm with him would be that much more powerful and that he would appreciate that. Maybe I’d even get to squirt again - something he’d only been able to make me do once, and had been dying to achieve again ever since.

But now that it was past eight and he was supposed to be home by six, I was fidgety. I should have gotten at least four orgasms already. I was not known for my patience, and having to stretch it for longer than I anticipated was making me anxious.

So really, was it any surprise that when Sy walked into our bedroom, it was to find the dildo version of his cock buried deep inside of me, while I whined and moaned, desperate for a release?

“I was hoping you’d be waiting for me by the door, sweetheart,” was the amused comment he threw my way as his eyes darted between the toy I slowly pumped in and out of me and my fucked-out gaze, taking in the entire debauched picture.

“I was hoping you’d be here by six, like you said you would,” was my retort, but its delivery was definitely softened by the wanton moan I released by the end of it, having managed to finally locate that sweet spot that Sy seemed to have memorized by now.

“Flight took off later, couldn’t ring you to warn ya. Doesn’t seem like you’re very concerned about it, though. What you got there, hun?” The way he licked his lips at the wet sounds the fake cock made as it dragged against my walls didn’t escape me, and I shivered in anticipation when I saw his hands drop to his belt, making quick work of getting himself rid of it.

“Remember that time I asked you to make a mold of your dick?” It had been a gag gift from a friend, one that didn’t particularly make me laugh as it came with a comment of how I should make everyone a favor and give them each a mold of my husband’s dick. I don’t think they got just how possessive I was of my man and his junk, but right now, I really didn’t mind the comment, as I managed to hit that sweet spot once again, making my things tremble in desperation.

“Yes…” His tone was amused as he seemed to catch on to what was happening. Still, he wanted to hear me say it - that much was obvious. And who was I to deny my husband, especially since I needed him so badly?

“So…” I panted, never stopping my movements as I watched him watch me. “It was for a kit to create your own toy. This way, I managed to still be fucked by you even while you’re away.”

His smile told me he was somewhat flattered that my arousal was connected to him even when he wasn’t around, but I knew him enough by now to know that it wasn’t the end of it.

“Oh, fuck,” I cursed, feeling my high approach, but I knew that now that he was here, I wouldn’t reach bliss - not without his touch on me. “Get in here, Sy! I need you.”

Much to my surprise, my husbands eyes darkened, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip before he told me, “Oh, no. You seem to be pretty occupied with that sorry excuse of a toy inside of you.”

His tone was so snarky, so vengeful, it brought tears to my eyes, my need for my man reaching unreasonable levels. Meanwhile, he just kept caterwauling, “Wearing my shirt, playing with my pussy when I was about to get home… I hope that’s enough for you, doll, because I sure as hell ain’t helping you out.”

A broken gasp escaped me, the tears now falling freely down my cheeks. I knew how Sy could be when he got like this, and the perspective of being so close to where I wanted to reach and yet so far was heartbreaking to me, in my current state of arousal.

I must have babbled something resembling a ‘please’ because suddenly, I heard his loud footsteps approaching my figure in bed, and he leaned over me, brushing our lips together just to tease me.

“No, sweetheart. You don’t get to cum today.” I would have whined if he hadn’t connected his lips to me right then, finally kissing me after almost a year apart. My sounds of pleasure and frustration were eagerly swallowed by my husband, who didn’t seem to remember that we both would need to breath eventually.

It was nothing and everything at the same time. Even when he deepened the kiss, wrapping his fingers in my hair, bringing me up to a seated position as his tongue reached as far as it could in my mouth, trying to reacquaint itself with my flavor.

“I don’t feel bad for you, honey,” he taunted. “Not when you got this toy to help you get by while I had to resort to my fucking fist.” In a few quick movements, he had sat against the headboard and adjusted me between his legs, keeping me spread as he took control of my movements and fucked the toy into me.

“How does it feel, doll? To have fucked up so badly?” Gasping, I threw my hand back to try to hold onto his chest, not that it helped in any sense. “I could be fucking you senseless right now. Instead, I’m just gonna keep you creaming around this fake cock.”

Sy was nothing if not a man of his word, so the perspective of this punishment was enough to make me full-on start sobbing. “Please let me cum, please, please!” I whined, knees trembling as he pretended to think.

I was drooling with desire, willing to do whatever it would take to get him to fuck me. “I’ll be such a good girl…” I tried to negotiate, knowing how much of a sucker my captain was for obedience. “Please, Sy. Please!”

If it was any other day, I knew there was no way I’d be having my way. But it had been too long since he felt my soft flesh under his fingertips - he was as deprived as I was. So when I felt his sharp inhale of breath, I knew I’d managed to get to him.

Somewhat.

“I shouldn’t…” he pondered out loud, hand never stopping the penetration of the foreign object into my clenching heat. “But if you really want to, fine.” The words were enough to get me to release a loud moan of pure and utter relief, but that feeling only rested long enough for him to say, “I don’t wanna hear you begging me to stop later, though.”

As the sounds of my sopping pussy drowned out my own whimpers and whines, I knew I was in for a long, exhausting night.

Three orgasms later, I still had his cock - his actual, flesh cock inside of me as he rubbed random patterns on my back, allowing me to catch a breath for only a second before he started to tear me apart again. His rough voice interrupted my mindless thinking as he asked, “… Do you think you can handle two of me?”

I didn’t immediately answer, taking some time to process what it was that he meant. “You mean in my ass and pussy or both in my pussy at the same time?”

The way he flipped me onto my back as he started to thrust himself into me again told me everything I needed to know about what was going through his head.

“God, I love how your mind works.”

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justiceiswater · 2 years ago

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I cant even fathom a more perfect date. He just scoops her up, takes her to an activity he knows she loves, supports her and teaches her a new skill, beds her, lets her take a nap, feeds her and then cuddles her!!! chefs kiss. idyllic.

I love that he is open and vulnerable enough, and apparently smart enough! to not let her anxiety and past relationship trauma ruin everything they’ve built so far. that takes a strong man, and an assured man to make it through that mud puddle.

Is This Bliss?

Syverson x Fem!Reader

vignette: Y/N thinks her relationship with Sy is going to end up like all the others in her past. After dealing with fuckboi after fuckboi, Y/N realizes she doesn't know what to do when a man might actually care about her.

words: 4,500+

warning: mentions of smut, but no actual smut

a/n: once again, a shoutout to @just-chirpin for letting me pick her brain.

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Y/N was woken up by someone’s tongue licking her entire face. And with the effort being put into it, she was grateful it was clearly a dog and not a human being.

She pushed whatever it was gently from her face and winced in confusion as she opened her eyes.

Aika was laying on the bed next her, panting happily and wagging her tail.

“What the fuck…” Y/N groaned, trying to put together where she was.

Oh. Right.

She glanced around, realizing that she was in Sy’s bedroom – more specifically, in his bed.

‘Fuck,’ Y/N thought. ‘I had no intention of falling asleep here.’

The old fashioned alarm clock on the nightstand said it was almost 7 o’clock at night. She looked out the nearest window and saw how beautiful the sky looked as the sun almost set. She swore the sunsets in Texas were far more beautiful than those in New York City.

Y/N looked down at herself and realized she was still naked, and only the white sheets of Syverson’s bed were keeping her modest.

As if Aika could sense her distress, she gently licked Y/N’s right shoulder.

This was all wrong. She wasn’t supposed to sleepover. She was supposed to book it as soon as the sex was over.

Then again, Syverson had really worn her out – in the best way possible, that is.

By some miracle, he was nowhere to be found.

Maybe he had chores to get to, she thought. And he probably thought she was lazy lump for falling asleep in his bed.

Y/N spotted her jeans laying discarded on the floor and jumped out of bed, suddenly rushing to find all her clothing to put back on.

Aika watched her from the bed with the tilt of her head and whined softly.

As Y/N dressed herself, she went over what happened earlier in the day. Syverson had picked her up from Layla’s house and hadn’t given her much warning. He had texted her before getting there and asked if she was busy. When she said no, he told her to be ready in an hour and to wear clothes for riding.

“We going riding?” Y/N practically skipped when they got to Syverson’s farm.

He smirked at how excited she sounded. “You are. But not on the trails like last time.”

She was suddenly confused. “What do you mean?”

“You’re gonna learn how to gallop.” He said it confidently, leaving no room for her to turn down the idea or argue.

“Oh, God,” Y/N groaned. “I’m gonna make a fool of myself.”

He chuckled at her reaction. “No, you ain’t. You’re gonna do great.”

And Syverson was quite serious about teaching her. He had a giant round pen on his farm that she hadn’t noticed before. He stood on the edge, giving her instructions.

Meanwhile, Y/N was at on top of Dolly, nervous as hell.

“What if I fall?” Y/N looked down at him and asked.

“You ain't gonna fall.” He pet the horse. “Ain’t that right, Dolly?”

The horse reached her neck out and bumped Sy’s face as if she were giving him a kiss.

Y/N felt like she was taking a proper class for horseback riding. Only her teacher was super hot and distracting, only making her task harder.

They started off with a walk. That was obviously easy. Then they moved on to a trot, which Y/N surprisingly got the hang of rather fast. Next was cantering, which was a bit more of a challenge. It was all easier for her than when she was a kid at summer camp. She had more weight on her bones now, not to mention some muscle and strength.

It took a lot longer to get comfortable with the cantering than she wanted.

But Syverson was so encouraging.

Every time he said something like, “That a girl” or “You got it, darlin’,” Y/N’s heart dropped and she tried not to focus on it too much.

When Syverson finally thought she was ready to up it to galloping, he grabbed his own horse, Skunk, and they left the pen.

“Ain’t enough space for galloping in there,” he explained to Y/N when she asked.

Syverson made Y/N practice trotting and cantering on their way to a spot he wanted to reach.

They finally reached a plain and boy was beautiful.

“Should be flat enough. Ain’t any dangerous divots,” Syverson explained.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Y/N asked nervously.

“Hell yeah,” he smiled back, hoping it would reassure her. “By the end of the today, you’ll be a proper cowgirl.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at his support.

“What I want ya to do is start off right by the tree and ride right across from me. That way I can see your form and we can go from there.”

Y/N nodded and directed Dolly where he had pointed to.

Earlier, Syverson said to fight the nerves and fear, that horses could sense it and that was no good. "You need to trust your horse and have them trust you in return," he'd said.

“Come on, Dolly. We can do this,” she muttered to the horse before lightly digging her heels into the horse's sides.

Dolly got the message and slowly moved from a trot, to a canter, and finally…to a gallop.

Y/N tried to remember all the pointers Syverson had given her. But she knew her riding was sloppy...because it felt sloppy. It was like she was going to fall off at any second, no control in sight.

When she reached the end of the path Syverson told her to follow, she slowed Dolly to a stop and looked up to see Syverson trotting up to them.

“That was bad, wasn’t it?” She asked meekly.

“Give yourself some credit, darlin’. This is all still new.”

He gave her a few more pointers.

From today, Y/N finally understood why Syverson would make a good captain in the military.

She had tried to subtly ask Aiden about it one night, understanding that Layla already told her all she knew about the military, specifically Syverson's history with it.

“Captains can be in charge of at least 60 soldiers, and that can go up to around 200,” Aiden had told Y/N. “And you don’t just wait for the promotion, you gotta work your ass off to get it. And it ain’t easy. Gets real competitive.”

“And what exactly did he have to do as a captain?” Y/N had pushed.

Aiden shrugged. “Training. Discipline. Keeping his unit’s morale up. Planning attacks. Executing operations. Preparing for big movements. And he was responsible for keeping track of all that fancy equipment our taxes pay for,” he ended with a chuckle.

Y/N saw Syverson’s commanding presence more than ever today. He was patient but firm with his teachings. And Y/N appreciated it, but she also knew she would never want to be on Sy’s bad side. She could only imagine how many young and naive soldiers had been terrified of him.

“Go on now,” Syverson waved her off.

Y/N laughed as she turned Dolly around to try again.

And this went on for an hour, and eventually Y/N got it down. She knew this wasn’t a one and done situation. But she had come so far. Except horseback riding was not like riding a bike: she’d have to keep practicing and practicing, or all this would go to waste.

But for now, Y/N was going to be proud of herself.

She galloped circles around Syverson with a beaming smile.

And true to character, he tried to hide his own.

“Don’t get cocky now,” he teased.

Y/N just giggled.

“Alright, hot shot, what about a race back to the barn?”

Y/N slowed Dolly to a trot, but continued circling around Sy and Skunk.

“I’m not entirely sure I know the way back,” she admitted.

“Ahh...That’s alright. ‘Cause you’ll be chasing after me the whole way.”

With that, Syverson made a clicking noise to Skunk and dug his heels in. And that’s all the horse needed to know that it was time to go – and to go fast.

Y/N’s jaw dropped and she took too long to recover as she attempted to race after him. But she knew it was useless. Sy was clearly not even trying, but he was still yards ahead of her. He probably didn’t want to lose her or be far away in case anything happened to her.

Obviously they made it back to the farm farm quicker than they left it.

And when Y/N slowed Dolly to a halt, both her and the horse were breathing heavily.

“You’re an asshole,” Y/N pointed to Syverson, who had a cocky smirk on his lips.

“Now, darlin’, I didn’t peg you for a sore loser…”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but laughed as she dismounted.

“Come on. Let’s brush ‘em down,” and Syverson nudged his head in the direction of the barn.

Y/N nodded and followed after Sy and Skunk, pulling Dolly alongside her.

Brushing Dolly and Skunk was probably just as relaxing to Y/N as it was for them.

A relaxed quietness had fallen over the two of them and the horses.

Once they got Dolly and Skunk water and food, Y/N shoved her hands in her jean pockets and toed her shoes in the ground, not really sure where to go from here.

Syverson stood in front of her.

“Thank–” But Y/N stopped herself, remembering her promise from the night of Layla and Aiden’s engagement party.

She smiled and tilted her head to press a slow kiss to Syverson's lips.

“I like those much more than your ‘thank yous,’” he mumbled to her with a spark in his gaze.

But Y/N wasn’t done being bold.

She took an exaggerated step back. “You might be able to beat me in a horse race...but can you win against me on foot?”

And before Sy had a chance to answer, Y/N was sprinting out of the barn and back towards the house.

“Oh, yer playin’ with fire, darlin’!” He called after her.

When he made it to the house, Y/N was hiding. Which was an even easier to do when half his house was covered in canvas or plastic from the construction.

But then he heard Y/N’s giggle and immediately knew it was coming from the doorway of the master bedroom.

Syverson was quiet, but there was no silencing the old creaks of the house.

However, he didn’t believe Y/N was aware of how close he was.

So he whipped around the doorway, making her yelp.

And the next second, he picked her up into his arms.

“Is this your way of playing hard to get?” He rumbled.

Y/N giggled, clearly not mad about being in his arms. “Mayyyybeeeee,” she sang.

To her surprise, he gently plopped her on top of his bed. And it was giant. Like, california king big.

“Do I smell like a barn?” Y/N asked, suddenly self conscious.

She had been snapped out of the moment as she realized how sweaty and gross she'd gotten from all the riding.

Sy smiled down at her. “Darlin’, you don’t smell nothin’ like a barn.”

Y/N giggled.

The sound made him freeze, hovering over her.

“What?” She whispered, self conscious once again.

“Nothin’. I just love that sound.”

Her face felt hot with embarrassment, but there was flattery under there, too.

Feeling bold again, Y/N’s fingers scurried underneath the hem of Sy’s t-shirt, slowly lifting it up. Her eyes flickered to his, silently asking if it this OK. Instead of answering, he just pulled the back of the neck with his right hand and yanked the shirt over his head.

No wonder he had no hesitation: Ethan Syverson had the body of a god. His pecks were huge and his six pack looked like it was made from stones. He was perfectly unshaven, with hair sprinkled on his chest and around his belly button, only to trail down further – almost teasingly.

“But now…” Syverson began, slipping his hand up her waist and going underneath her own t-shirt. “I’m interested in what other sounds you can make, darlin’”

Before Y/N could get nervous and abandon this intimate situation, Syverson locked her in a passionate and prolonged kiss.

But he was just getting started.

––––

Y/N finally managed to find all her pieces of clothing.

She tried listening to house to figure out where Syverson might be lingering. Hopefully, he wasn’t even in the house. Maybe he was doing chores around the farm.

“Aika, where’s your dad?” Y/N whispered.

But the dog didn’t seem to be on her side, just watching her.

By some miracle, Y/N’s phone was still in the back pocket of her jeans and there was 50% battery on it. She’ll sneak outside and then call Layla to come get her.

Not having a car here was really starting to annoy Y/N. But she was too cheap and lazy to lease one for the year. It seemed as if she might have to bite the bullet soon.

Y/N tiptoed down Syverson’s stairs.

Immediately, she heard soft music playing and guessed that it was coming from the kitchen.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ Y/N thought.

If he was in there, she’d have to slip right past him to get to the door. And she had 0 faith that she could sneak past a retired captain from special forces.

But when Y/N peaked her head around the corner, there was no one to be found. Maybe luck was on her side.

When she skipped to the door, Aika decided it was the perfect time to start barking. Damn that loyal guard dog. Apparently, she didn’t want the girl to leave quietly.

Y/N thought she was still in the clear when she reached the front porch outside.

Her foot was on the first step down when she heard, “Tryin’ to make a run for it?”

Her entire body froze.

Y/N looked to her left to see that Sy was leaning against the side of the house. He appeared amused by her failed attempt of sneaking out.

“Uhhh…” Y/N really had no clue what the hell to say.

Syverson pushed off the house and walked to her.

Y/N bowed her head, looking only at her feet. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“Why’re you apologizin’?”

“Umm…” Once again, she had no idea how to respond.

“Y/N, I ain’t tryin’ to interrogate you.” Syverson tilted his head and crossed his arms. “So why don’t you tell me what’s goin’ on in that head of yours?”

“Nothing,” Y/N blurted out.

She didn’t make a habit of being honest and forthcoming with men she just had a fling with.

“Y/N,” Syverson warned, using what she assumed was his military tone.

It made her weak in the knees. Damn him.

“Look," she ran a hand through her hair. "I know how this works. It’s best if I just leave. I’ve quickly learned that no one really wants their one-night stands hanging around.”

His brows furrowed. What the hell was she on about?

“Do you…want to leave?” He asked her seriously.

She shrugged. “I figured that’s what we both wanted…”

“That’s not what I asked.”

She sighed and finally lifted her head. “I have trouble sleeping with other people – I mean, like actually sleeping. I’ve never passed out like that before. Sorry.”

“Will you quit saying sorry?” Syverson scolded her. "But I ain’t exactly surprised. I wore you out, darlin’ – in more ways than one.”

This man had the audacity to have a mischievous smirk on his lips.

And Y/N didn’t know if it made her want to smack him or kiss him.

Now Syverson stepped even closer, getting in her space.

“How about I tell you what I was planning on doin’ and then you can decide if you wanna stay? And if you don’t, I’ll drive you home. No questions asked.”

“Umm…o-okay,” she managed to stutter out.

Syverson nodded and continued, “I ain’t one to kick pretty ladies outta my house, especially ones who were just in my bed.” He paused to see her shiver from the subtle compliment. “But my plan was to wake you up, and ask you to stay for dinner. I just pulled some steaks outta the fridge.”

Y/N blinked at how forthcoming he was being.

“So how 'bout it, darlin’?”

Was this some kind of dream? Or a movie?

Y/N had the sad realization that Syverson was treating her more like a human being than all of her past flings combined. Was that her fault or theirs?

“OK,” she finally nodded.

He wanted more than that. “OK?”

“I-I’ll stay,” she agreed. “Can I ask a favor, though?”

Syverson couldn’t help but notice that Y/N only seemed to stumble over her words when she was talking to him. But he wouldn’t let himself linger on that right now.

“‘Course,’ he answered.

“Do you mind if I shower real quick?” She looked him up and down, noting that he had clearly showered and changed into different clothes.

Syverson smirked. “I think that’s a mighty fine idea. How ‘bout you get yourself a shower while I get started on dinner?”

Y/N smiled shyly, but nodded.

Syverson led her to the master bathroom as if she hadn’t been in his bedroom just moments ago.

“Those towels right there are clean,” he pointed. “Use anything ya want in the shower. And I’ll grab you some clean clothes.”

"Thank you."

Syverson raised an eyebrow.

And it took a second for Y/N to realize what she’d said.

But for some reason, something was stopping her from giving him yet another kiss.

Sy wasn’t one to push, so he just gave her a stiff nod and shut the bathroom door behind him.

A big sigh escaped Y/N as she leaned against the bathroom door.

She didn’t turn on the water until she heard Syverson reach the bottom of the stairs.

Y/N quickly showered. And when she moved back to the bedroom, she saw that Syverson had neatly made his bed, and left a t-shirt and shorts neatly folded on top.

“No underwear it is,” Y/N laughed to herself.

For some reason, showering at Syverson’s house was less stressful than sharing a home-cooked meal with him. And Y/N felt shaky as she made her way back down the stairs and moved to the kitchen.

“Can I help with anything?” She asked from the edge of the kitchen.

Syverson turned around and did a double take at her.

Yeah, he had been the one to give her his clothes. But seeing her in them was three times better than how he had imagined them looking in his head.

“Beer or wine?” He asked, completely ignoring her offer to help.

But that was probably for the best.

“Wine,” she answered.

Just as he started reaching for the bottle opener, Y/N shot forward.

“I may be useless in the kitchen, but I know my way around a bottle opener,” she told him and gave him an insistent look.

Syverson and Y/N chatted as he cooked. Eventually, she was able to convince him to let her stir or cut things. He didn’t even seem to mind how slow she was at the latter.

Slowly, Y/N’s anxiety from the situation disappeared. And in its place, she felt a new wave a calm fall over her.

It was something she’d never experienced with a man before, especially right after sleeping with them.

“This is...so nice of you, Sy. You really didn’t need to make me dinner,” Y/N told him gently as she took the first bite.

“Can I ask you a question?” Syverson asked carefully when he took a seat across from her.

He took a sip of his beer, giving her some time to think about it.

“Sure,” she laughed lightly.

Who knew where this was going?

“This really all that new for you?” He asked.

“What? Being wined and dined?” Y/N laughed.

But he didn’t join in, his face was serious as he patently waited for her answer.

“No," she admitted. "Men in New York...they get away with the bare minimum. There’s definitely no southern hospitality in that city – especially for one night stands.”

“One night stand?” Syverson repeated.

Y/N awkwardly clear her throat. “Umm…yeah?”

Damn this man. And damn his ability to make her feel so unsure of situations. She never felt this lack of control with any other man.

“Who said anything ‘bout a one night stand?” Syverson disputed.

Y/N just looked at him, wide eyed and utterly speechless.

Instead of telling her what this was, Syverson changed the subject and moved it to casual, get-to-know-you-more, dinner conversation.

And it seemed to finally relax Y/N a bit.

The talking kept going and going.

Y/N asked him more about his time in the house, his childhood, his family, what he planned on doing with the place, the farm.

The dinner went on for nearly 2 hours, even though they both had eaten their dinner rather quickly. They just continued to fill themselves with more conversation and alcohol than food.

“You need to get back home after this?” Syverson finally asked.

From his tone, he almost sounded disappointed by the idea.

Wasn’t this man sick of her yet?

“Not really,” Y/N shrugged. “Tomorrow’s Sunday, so it’s not like I’ve got work.”

Sy was more intrigued now that she wasn’t completely shutting down the idea of staying with him longer.

“Got plans with Layla?”

“Nope,” Y/N popped the p. “She’s got a date night with Aiden.”

Syverson noticed the hidden disgust in her tone. “And that’s a problem?”

Y/N sighed and let out a light laugh. “I love the crazy idiots. But I don’t know anyone who has louder sex than those two.”

“Oh, helllll…” Syverson groaned.

Aiden was one of his best friends. And Layla was practically a cousin or even a sister to him. He did not want to imagine either of them getting down and dirty.

Y/N laughed at his reaction. “Exactly.”

“So stay the night,” Syverson offered as if it were obvious.

She laughed again, thinking he was joking.

But when he didn’t join in, her laugh slowly came to a stop.

“Aren’t you tired of me?” She didn’t mean to blurt it out. It just happened.

And Y/N shrunk in her seat when Sy’s response seemed…angry?

He leaned towards her from across the dinner table, forearms digging into the wood.

His voice was low and evenly as he slowly asked, “What makes you think anyone would ever get tired of you, darlin’?”

Y/N gaped at his question.

But Syverson didn’t push her to answer the question. Instead, he just let it linger and process in her mind, making her think.

“I’d like to stay…if that’s alright,” she mumbled.

He gave her a small smirk and leaned back in his chair again.

“But I’m cleaning! And that’s that!” Y/N cried out before shooting up for her chair, as if her quick movements would set it in stone and prevent him from trying to help.

He just shook his head and laughed at her.

“Fine. I like the view from here anyway,” Sy muttered as he looked her body up and down.

Y/N was grateful that her back was to him so she couldn’t witness his ogling.

She liked to think she really made up for her lack of cooking skills with her fast and thorough cleaning.

“What now?” Y/N asked him as she leaned against his giant sink and dried her hands.

“How about a movie?” He offered.

She just looked a little surprised.

“What?”

“Nothing. I just…didn’t think you liked movies.”

“I don’t watch them a lot,” he admitted. “But who doesn’t like movies?”

What he really wanted to say was, ‘Yeah, but I know you love ‘em.’ However, he had quickly decided against that.

Y/N shrugged. “What do you wanna watch?”

“Got any recs?” He asked.

Her eyes lit up. “Do I have any recs!?” She mocked. “I’m like a walking movie and TV recommendation. Tell me what you’re in the mood for and I’ll figure one out.”

Sy slowly stood up as she made her way to the living room.

As Y/N passed him, he patted her on the ass.

It was light and playful. And it felt like something a boyfriend would do to his long-term girlfriend, not some girl he’d just slept with.

She feigned exasperation and offense, “Excuse me!”

“You’re excused, darlin’.”

Sy had a giant sectional in his living room that was a little beat up. So Y/N assumed Layla would force him to get rid of it at some point during the renovations. But it was fine for now.

After asking Syverson nearly 20 questions, Y/N started browsing through the TV apps to find the perfect movie.

“I think you’ll like this one,” Y/N explained why she personally liked the film without giving anything away.

Sy was listening, except he also couldn’t help but notice that she was on the complete opposite side of the couch.

“What do you think you’re doin’?” He asked just as she was about to press play.

She just looked at him, confused.

He clarified, “What are you doin’ all the way over there?”

“Oh,” she mumbled, eyeing the giant space between them on the couch.

But she didn't elaborate.

“Y/N, am I doin’ something wrong here?”

Her first instinct was to lie. That was her way of controlling the situation: don’t let them know how you’re actually feeling or what you’re really thinking.

But Sy had been nothing but honest and vulnerable today.

Didn’t he deserve the same in return?

“You umm…” she hesitated.

Fuck. Why was this so hard?

“I what?” He pressed.

“You make me extremely nervous,” Y/N finally confessed.

Syverson let himself think that over before following up with, “Did I do something to make you feel that way?”

“No. Well, at least not consciously, I don’t think. You just…make me unsure of myself. And I’m...I'm not used to feeling that way.”

“Well, if you asked my opinion, I’d say it’s ‘bout time someone got you outta that head of yours, darlin'.”

Y/N let out a laugh. Maybe he was right.

“So what’s making you put an ocean between us?”

She sighed. “I hate Netflix and chill.”

He nodded, slowly understanding what she meant by that.

“Come here,” he demanded, patting the spot right next him.

Y/N took in a deep breath before basically crawling to his requested spot.

She sat on her knees, waiting for him to speak.

To her surprise, Syverson cupped her cheek.

“I ain’t got no ulterior motives. Right now, I want to watch a movie with you. If I want to fuck you, I don’t need need a damn movie to make a move. You hear, darlin'?”

Little did Syverson know, his explanation made Y/N want to skip the movie altogether and return to the bedroom.

But she controlled herself and simply nodded.

“Now come here,” he instructed, lifting his arm closest to her.

Y/N may be dazed from his frankness, but she could still comprehend that he was offering to cuddle as they watched the movie.

She did as he asked, snuggling into his broad chest. And he wrapped his arm around her, hugging her even closer.

“Relax,” he mumbled into her ear before kissing the top of her head.

Fuck. Could he feel how tense she was?

The answer was: yes. Yes, he could.

Syverson realized he really must've been making Y/N nervous, because she passed out right before the end of the movie.

Her whole body was probably exhausted. A whole day of horseback riding, then sex, then anxiety. She finally allowed herself a break from the tension.

Now she had no choice but to fall asleep against Syverson.

And the man didn’t mind one bit.

When the end credits started rolling, he turned off the TV and picked her up in his arms.

Y/N slowly woke up when she felt herself being placed in bed again and Sy pulling the covers over her shoulders.

Her eyes peaked open to see him walking quietly around the room as he changed into his pajamas, which was really him just in briefs without a shirt.

And even in her half-conscious state, Y/N wondered to herself, ‘Is this what domestic bliss feels like?’

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