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KINKTOBER Day #3- Overstim- Robb Stark

When it comes to overstimming, Robb didn't even know he enjoyed this at first in your relationship. He discovered this after he was having a rather insatiable night on his behalf and brought you to tears from the amount of orgasms that had crashed throughout your body. He is for sure the type that pounds into you and will lean down to whisper in your ear "I can feel you clenching me, my love, come on give me another one baby, one more....just one more". It for sure isn't just one more.

Likes to overstim you with his mouth the most, he loves feeling your hips jerk against his face and he holds them down and shoves his tongue deep inside you. He keeps his thumb glued to your clit whenever you two fuck, he wants to make sure you are getting the most stimulation he can give to make your orgasms all the more better. If you were to bring toys in the bedroom with him then be prepared for him to tie you up with a vibrator pressed right up to your clit and him to just chuckle while he kisses down your neck and groans at hearing the way you beg him to move it off your clit. The greatest thing that comes from overstimming you to Robb is you squirting and the way your legs shake when he's done with you. When he made you squirt for the very first time, that man has never smiled so big in his entire life. He instantly went down and ate that pretty pussy, in his words "Why waste something so damn sweet?". He has a thing for seeing you tear up from the overstimulation, Robb definitely borders on having a bit of a dacryphilia kink and loves when that side of you starts to show in the bedroom. 100% gives your pussy a series of softer slaps when he sees you start to squirt. He wants you to soak him so fucking bad and tapping you on the pussy makes his dream come a reality.

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A Little More Heart (3)

[Syverson x Reader]

Word Count: 5310 (Someone got carried away. Me. It was me.)

Summary: Sy answers your grandmother's summons for dinner.

Warnings: None

A/N: I'm back from the dead hellooooo! Grad school has truly been kicking my ass. I hope this is a fun surprise for everyone

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Sy was standing three inches from an industrial box fan, sweating his ass off and  questioning every last one of his life decisions when he heard his brother shouting for him from across the garage. 

Easily as tall as Sy but two years younger and with a little less mass, Aaron was the second of three Syverson boys. Unlike Sy, he preferred his hair long and took great pride in caring for it, an abundant mass of dark curls that usually reached his shoulders. But at work, and during most of the summer, he kept it tied in a messy knot on the top of his head. 

“Sy! Phone!”

Aaron moved fast across the floor, hand clamped around the bottom of a cordless landline to block the sound, two cheap blue popsicles still in their conjoined plastic tubes clenched between his teeth. 

“By name?” Sy asked with a sigh as he approached.

Aaron shifted his grip on the phone to take the popsicles out of his mouth.

“Yep. It’s Ms. Bea. We expecting her in for something soon?”

“No, but I drove her granddaughter home last night, so - ”

Aaron’s eyes widened, and he frantically mashed at the button to put Ms. Bea on hold.

“You did what?” he asked, an obnoxious grin taking over his face. 

“Settle down,” Sy mumbled, turning back towards the fan. 

“My permanently single, grumpy-ass older brother drove a girl home last night. I’m not settling down.”

“Not a girl. She’s a woman.” 

Aaron let out a wordless shout, jostling Sy’s shoulder and plopping down on the table beside the fan, grinning even wider than before.

“Oh, there’s no way in hell I’m letting this shit go now. A woman, you say.”

Sy rolled his eyes.

“You gonna give me one of those?” he asked, jerking his chin toward the slowly melting popsicles. 

“Only as a bribe,” Aaron answered, ripping the perforated wrappers apart and holding one out tauntingly. 

“For what?”

“Information, dumbass.”

Sy snatched the popsicle  out of his hand, holding it behind his back when Aaron swatted at it. 

“Saw her walking home in the dark. Stopped to drive her home. Simple as that.” 

“Uh huh. And what earned her the distinction of ‘woman,’ I wonder.”

“She’s a grown-ass woman, that’s what,” Sy said bluntly, stepping out of Aaron’s reach to rip open the top of the popsicle wrapper. 

“Noticed her ass, did ya?”

Sy shot him an unimpressed look, breaking the top inch of frozen blue sugar into his mouth with a harsh bite and holding his hand out.

“Just give me the fuckin phone.”

“Five questions first,” Aaron argued.

“Three.”

“Four.”

“Go.” 

Aaron clapped in delight, taking a moment to think before launching into his limited interrogation.

“Did you smile?”

“Yep.”

“Did she make you laugh?”

“Yep.” 

Aaron smiled again, but this time there was no mischief tied up in it. He looked uncharacteristically sincere.

“Did you get her number?”

“Yes. Last one.”

He squinted thoughtfully.

“Butterflies?”

“Fuck off, Aaron.” 

“Oh, shit, that’s a yes!” But still he wasn’t teasing. His eyes were wide with surprise, his smile still genuine, not mocking.

“Phone.” 

“You could barely grow facial hair the last time you had butterflies! The good butterflies, anyway. Shit, I have so many more questions now.”

“I gave you four, and you asked four. Now, gimme the phone.”

Aaron slapped the phone into Sy’s open palm but kept a hold of the bottom.

“We’re talking about this later.”

“Fine. Don’t tell mom.”

“Fine.” And there was that familiar smile again, the one that rarely ended well for anyone. The little shit. 

Sy retreated to his office in the back of the garage, phone and popsicle in hand, before taking Ms. Bea off of hold. There was little to no chance she’d be able to hear him out on the floor.

“Hello.”

“Hi! Busy day today? Staying cool out there, I hope.”

“Doing my best, Ms. Bea. How are ya? That car of yours still treatin you right?”

“Oh, I’m alright. I haven’t driven in a few days, but as far as I know, it’s just fine.”

“If that changes, you let me know, okay?”

“I will!” There was a brief pause. “So listen! I hear you’re the one to thank for seeing my grandbaby home safe last night.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Well, I didn’t get this far in life leaving my debts unpaid. So you just come on down to the house when you’re through with work, and we’ll treat you to a nice dinner. How does that sound?”

“That’s a very generous offer, but you don’t owe me a thing, Ms. Bea. I didn’t know who she was when I stopped. I would’ve done the same for anyone walking that road at night.”

“Oh, I trust you would have, but that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve some gratitude, now does it?”

Sy shook his head. If he didn’t make an appearance tonight, Ms. Bea would only show up tomorrow with the promised dinner wrapped up in foil and glass containers. He knew better than to expect this to go away on its own. And honestly, if it afforded him the possibility of seeing you again, he may not want it to. 

“Well - ”

“Pardon me, dear. My phone is being stolen.”

Sy raised an eyebrow. There was a shuffling sound, a sigh, the closing of a door. Your voice came through, flustered and apologetic.

“I’m so sorry. I tried to talk her out of it, but the woman will not be denied.”

He smiled a little, imagining the look on your face.  

“That’s alright. I had a feelin’ something like this would happen.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just what happens around here. You do someone a favor, they find a way to thank you for it.”

“Oh… I did say thank you though, didn’t I?”

“You did,” he said through another smile. “That’s not what I meant though.”

“So you’re saying it really should be me offering you dinner?” you asked. “Did I accidentally cause a blood feud by not knowing that?”

“Just a short one. Couple decades, tops.” 

Your laugh sounded muffled, like you’d moved the phone down to your chest in an attempt to hide it. 

“So do I have your permission to come see you and Ms. Bea this evening?”

“Depends. Will there be a torch and pitchfork involved?”

“Nah. Lost ‘em both in a poker game.”

“What a shame.”

“That mean I’m in the clear?”

“Yeah, I guess you’d better come around. Especially considering I was sent on a separate grocery run specifically for this dinner.”

“I’d ask you not to go to too much trouble, but I have a feeling it’s not really up to you.”

“Rude but accurate. There’s a whole raw chicken out there. I’m mildly terrified.”

Just as he was opening his mouth to answer, the office door creaked open, letting in a flood of sound and one very stressed woman. 

“Sy!”

“Hold on one sec,” he said to you quickly before lowering the phone to his chest and raising his eyebrows in question.

“Someone up front wants to talk to you.”

Sy grimaced.

“Me specifically or a manager?”

“Manager.”

He gestured her out of the office then followed, eyes sweeping over the collection of cars and people. 

“Aaron!”

“Yeah?” he yelled from under a car Sy had been working on earlier. 

Sy crossed the garage impatiently, reaching down to drag him out from under the car by the ankle. 

“Pretty face up front.”

Aaron groaned.

“I was the pretty face last time!” he complained. “Why can’t you do it?”

“Never been pretty a day in my life.”

“Fuck you. You know there’s no good comeback for that.” 

“And I’m on the phone still. Get.”

“God damn it.” But he was already reaching up for Sy’s hand to haul him up to his feet. 

“Have fun,” Sy called after him before lifting the phone back to his ear. “Sorry about that.”

“No, that’s okay! I should probably let you go. You seem busy.”

“You got me out of talking to a customer. Far as I’m concerned, we can stay on the phone all damn day.” 

You laughed again, but this time you let him hear it.

“Does that mean you owe me a dinner now too?”

“We can talk about it,” Sy said with a smile, turning his back when one of his mechanics looked up curiously at his tone. 

“Either way, I guess I’ll see you tonight.”

“Yes, ma’am. Can I bring anything?”

“Better not. We’ll be stuck in the thank you cycle forever.” 

That really didn’t sound like the worst thing, but he didn’t want to push you farther than he already was with this dinner tonight.

“Alright. I’ll uh… I’ll text you when I’m on my way then.”

“You mean to tell me you have my number?” you gasped. “How did that happen?”

“Some troublemaker gave it to me at the bar last night.”

“Interesting.” 

“I thought so. Haven’t had time to use it yet, but I was planning on it.”

“Very interesting… Well, I’ll let you go now. See you at dinner.”

“Lookin forward to it.” 

Sy tried to keep himself occupied all day, tried not to leave his mind free to dwell on you or try to predict how this dinner would go. Tried not to let himself be cornered by Aaron. Again. 

He took off a little early, running home for a shower and a change into something nicer than a stained t-shirt before heading your way. Though his warning text had prompted you to share your grandmother’s address, Sy didn’t need it. The town was small enough, and he’d been down to the house before, a couple of times, to drive Ms. Bea to church when her car had been out of commission. But he’d never been inside before, or even past the gate. 

By the time Sy’s shoes hit the driveway pavement, you were rounding the corner of the house in a pale green sundress and a clunky pair of slippers several sizes too big for your feet. Confident, as you had every right to be despite the footwear, but maybe a little flustered too. 

“Well, hello,” he said with a small smile. He let himself look you over, let you see him look you over, but only for a second. Before he could pay you an appropriately polite compliment, you blurted out,

“I didn’t wear this for you. Just so you know.”

Sy’s eyebrows rose along with his hands. It had honestly never occurred to him that you might have worn it for him. But three times was enough to pick up the pattern. Walls up at first greeting. He had to earn your ease again.

“I know you didn’t,” he said quietly, keeping his eyes on yours. “Known Ms. Bea long enough that I’d call her an ambulance if I ever saw her in a pair of jeans.” 

The corner of your mouth twitched up for a second, and you took a breath, rolled your shoulders. 

“Yeah… Sorry, I just…”

“You’re not used to this,” Sy offered with an easy shrug, lowering his hands again.

“I’m not,” you agreed. “I don’t introduce people to my grandmother. Ever. And definitely not…” You glanced over your shoulder towards the windows, lowering your voice slightly. “Definitely not a man I was flirting with the night before.”

“Did you flirt with me? Can’t recall. Where was I when all that was going on?

You rolled your eyes, more tension leaving your shoulders.

“You know I did.”

“Now, let’s see…” Sy said, running a hand over his beard in a way that earned him a real smile this time. “I remember you making fun of my handwriting. Making fun of my pickup lines. Threatening me with a knife.”

“I didn’t threaten you with a knife,” you laughed. 

Sy smiled at the sound. Now he was getting somewhere.

“No? So that was you flirtin’ then?”

“Must have been. Couldn’t be when I asked for your number.”

“Nah, I asked first.”

“No, you didn’t!”

“In my own way.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him, but the smile was still there. Like you knew what he was doing, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be annoyed by it. 

“Well, anyway,” Sy continued. “You’re not introducing me because I already know your grandma. And I’m well aware that I’m here on her invitation, not yours. So when I tell you that you look nice, it’s just an observation. No motive behind it beyond the fact that I think you ought to hear it.”

A couple of rapid blinks in surprise, a deep breath, a slow nod.

“Well… Thank you.”

Sy nodded back, and then you were turning in a pretty flutter of skirts, heading back towards the gate with a call for him to follow. 

“Rules of the house. No cursing. No wandering unsupervised. And dinner guests don’t enter the kitchen for any reason ever,” you listed, closing the gate behind him.

“Got it.”

“One more thing. Nana takes hosting extremely seriously and therefore takes my hosting extremely seriously. A lot of pageantry went into this evening. But despite all of that, rest assured you are not being husband hunted.”

“Should’ve left the ring at home then, huh?” 

“Don’t even let her hear that,” you warned with a grimace.

“Wouldn’t let me leave?”

“On the contrary. She’d light the house on fire just to get you out of it.” 

“Well now you’re just hurtin my feelings.” 

You rolled your eyes, the corner of your mouth tugging up in a reluctant smile.

“Don’t go feeling special. She’d do that to anyone she thought was proposing to me.” 

You spun around again, as graceful as you could manage to be in oversized slippers on pebbledash, and Sy smiled at the extra, intentional swish in your skirt as you led him to the back door.

“Ready?” you asked, hand pausing on the handle.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from the dogs,” you said breezily as you opened the screen door. 

You were ambushed the second you walked through the door. There was a small black terrier, hopping around on two feet, desperate for your attention, and following behind at a slower pace was the largest boxer that Sy had ever seen.

“Hi, Bertie. Go make a friend,” you said softly, ruffling the small dog’s ears and shooing her gently away from you as you stepped to the side to intercept the dog that was staring down Sy with laser focus. 

Bertie came hopping up to Sy, bright pink tongue lolling out from her underbite as she braced her front feet on his shin. 

“Pleased to meet ya, little miss,” he said with a smile, crouching slowly to give her the attention she was seeking. She was a sweet one, falling all over herself to love on him.

A sharp whistle drew both Sy and Bertie’s attention, but you remained focused on the boxer, who had been leaning around you to take a peek at him.

“Brass,” you said firmly when the dog’s attention was back on you. “He’s okay.” 

Brass let out an unconvinced grumble, going back to monitor Sy until you snapped your fingers. 

“Hey. Look at me,” you said firmly. “He’s okay. Be nice. And I promise you can help me run him off if he misbehaves.” 

You held out your hand, and Brass sat just long enough to offer you her large paw. You shook it gently, laughing at the baleful eyes she was still giving you.

“Can she perform a routine inspection?” you asked over your shoulder. 

“Of course,” Sy said, sitting all the way down on the kitchen floor. 

“Be nice,” you reminded Brass as you stepped aside to let her pass. 

Sy kept still, leaving his hands open and palm up as Brass made a slow circuit around him, sniffing diligently. Up close, she was even more impressive, one of the most solid and imposing dogs he’d ever seen, not yet softening with the age that had a few greys growing around her mouth and eyes. Brass completed her loop quickly, stopping in front of him to stare at him just a little longer.

“Ma’am,” he greeted quietly, and he saw you smiling as you called her back over to you. 

“Got yourself a real guard dog, don’t you?” Sy asked, watching as Brass bumped your hand with her nose before retreating to lay in the archway between the kitchen and living room. 

“Oh yes. The General takes her job very seriously. And she’s not a fan of men. Try not to take it personally.” 

“Ms. Bea named her General Brass?” he asked with a smile. “Or do you just want a dog to outrank me to prove a point?”

“How dare you,” you gasped. “I’ll have you know we named her General Brass Knuckles together.” 

“Well, now I know you’re lyin,” he laughed.

“I would never - Nana!” you called as your grandmother finally entered the kitchen. “Tell Sy what Brass’s full name is.” 

“General Brass Knuckles. Why?” she said, holding a hand out to Sy as she approached with a welcoming smile. 

“Your granddaughter likes to tease me,” he said, squeezing her hand gently in greeting. “It’s good to see you, Ms. Bea.” 

“She’ll do that. But I happen to think it’s a wonderful name. Suits her. She’s tough like me and like my granddaughter.” Ms. Bea squeezed his hand back. “Did you come hungry?”

“Yes, ma’am, I did.”

“Good! Go on and sit. Table’s already set.” 

Set very nicely too. Cloth napkins and the fancy salt and pepper shakers. Matching serving dishes. Ms. Bea didn’t do anything by half measures. 

Sy took the seat you gestured to, hesitating just long enough for you and your grandmother to sit before he did. 

The way you’d spoken on the phone made it sound like this was an unfamiliar process to you, but it didn’t show. You began serving and passing food smoothly, your expression pleasant but neutral as Ms. Bea took the lead on conversation.

“How’s your family? We’re getting lots of sun this summer. Your mama’s garden must be a vision.”

“She sends me pictures every day,” Sy said with a polite smile. “And she’s been doing her research, trying to figure out what to put in the greenhouse now it’s finished.”

“I think that woman could plant just about anything and make it grow. She has a real gift.”

“That was the plan. As long as she gets some use out of it, I’ll be happy.”

“Wait, did you build a greenhouse?” you cut in curiously, pausing with a forkful of roasted potatoes halfway to your mouth. 

“Not as hard as it sounds,” Sy said, chancing a wink when you squinted skeptically at him. 

“I doubt that very much,” Ms. Bea said mildly, making you laugh. “And your grandmother? She still living out there in the country on her own?”

“Nana, this is out there in the country.” 

“Alright, city girl,” she said, patting your cheek as your mouth dropped open in surprise.

“You were literally born in Brooklyn.”

“Were you really?” Sy asked, surprised. She sure didn’t sound like it, never had to his memory. Her accent was soft, but it was there, syrupy and southern like every other elderly woman in town. 

“A lifetime ago,” Ms. Bea said with a secretive little smile. “Wouldn’t recognize it now.” 

“With how many pictures I sent you last month?” you challenged with a fond smile. “You know, you could come with me next time I go.” 

“You don’t need an old lady slowing you down.” The look she gave you put an end to that conversation, and you raised your hands slightly in surrender. “Now, you still owe me news of my old friend.”

Sy nodded as her attention turned back on him.

“She’s doing alright. Gonna head up that way tomorrow to fix her air conditioner.”

“Okay, seriously? You can build a greenhouse and fix an air conditioner?” 

You almost sounded irritated, and Sy tried not to smile.

“Oh this man can fix just about everything,” Ms. Bea said.

“Wow,” you said mildly, smiling around a sip of water. “Take that compliment and run. I’ve never heard her speak so highly of a man in my life.”

“Oh, hush. Yes, you have,” your grandmother said in a no-nonsense tone.

Hush, Sy mouthed at you with mock sternness when you glanced his way. Your eyes narrowed playfully, and you kicked at his shin under the table. 

“How are those brothers of yours?”

“Oooo brothers. Now that’s interesting.” And that grin you were wearing was specifically designed to get a rise out of him. Sy eyed you, watching that smile widen just a touch before he turned his attention back to Ms. Bea. 

“They’re doing good. Jimmy’s teaching summer school. Aaron’s just the same as always. But he has been eating instant potatoes for lunch every day if you want to have a word with him about it.”

Ms. Bea gave him a knowing look, her pursed lips relaxed into a smile that verged on mischievous.

“I certainly will. That boy get a haircut yet?”

“No, ma’am. Past his shoulders now when it’s not tied up.”

You hummed with interest.

“Did he steal all of yours?”

Ms. Bea let out half a surprised laugh before she pressed a napkin to her lips demurely, regaining her composure. You were staring at him, eyes bright with amusement and challenge as he shook his head slowly at you, huffing a laugh through his nose. 

“Now don’t go giving him too hard a time,” Ms. Bea said before Sy could respond. “He did you a good turn last night.”

“He did,” you agreed.

“You should have seen it before he started cutting it all off. Just as soft and curly as anything.”

“Like a poodle,” you supplied, looking him over with a poorly-suppressed grin, as if trying to imagine it.

“You wicked thing,” Ms. Bea said with a little grin, nudging you with her elbow. “He looked just exactly like a porcelain doll when he was younger.”

Sy took a breath, wishing Ms. Bea would kindly stop digging his grave as your smile grew.

“Oh, really? Do you have any pictures?”

“I’m sure I do. Somewhere.” She squinted thoughtfully towards the living room. “In the old Christmas cards if nowhere else.”

“You’re really not giving up on that, are you?” he sighed.

“Absolutely not,” you answered. “I might have before, but a porcelain doll? Come on, now. I’m not walking away from that.”

Ms. Bea shot you a curious look but didn’t comment, guiding the three of you to a different subject with the confident ease of someone who had been navigating the passive aggressive waters of southern social life for decades. 

Things carried on that way for quite a while: Ms. Bea asking polite questions and you finding ways to subtly or not-so-subtly tease him. 

The plates had long been clear when Brass interrupted the conversation with a single, sharp warning bark, rising from her position in the doorway to bully her way behind the blinds on the nearest kitchen window. Sy heard it a few seconds later: a car making the turn onto the long driveway.

“Were you expecting anyone else?” you asked, glancing to your grandmother with a frown.

When Ms. Bea shook her head, Sy leaned back in his chair, moving his head to the side until he caught a glimpse through the window over the sink.

“Little blue Toyota, looks like.” 

Ms. Bea rose quickly, her lips pursed to the point of disappearing.

“Darling, would you take our guest out to the pool house so he can pick a drink for the road? I’d like a private word with your cousin.” 

Your eyebrows raised, but you nodded wordlessly, grabbing at Sy’s arm as you stood from the table. He followed your lead, letting you tug him along out the back door.

“Poor Kat,” you said once the door closed behind you. 

“Well, she did leave you stranded,” Sy said quietly. 

“Turned out okay,” you said with a shrug, dropping your hand back to your side when you caught his eyes. 

Sy held your gaze with an easy nod, not pulling back or looking away until you took a flustered breath and tilted your head to the side.

“Let’s get out of here before the fireworks start, huh?”

You hopped off the porch steps, following the end of the driveway to a small carport that backed into an even smaller outbuilding. A later addition, it looked like. Several decades newer than the house. 

“You gonna tell me why we’re calling this a pool house? Not seeing a pool anywhere.”

“Patience,” you huffed, skirting around the two cars that were squeezed together beneath the carport. 

You paused at the door, bouncing lightly on your feet as if to gather some nerve.

“Alright, full disclosure, sometimes a lizard or a snake gets in here. And if I open this door and see a snake, I will either fully abandon you to deal with that shit by yourself or climb you like a tree.”

And there were all sorts of things he could say to that, but he chose to keep his damn mouth shut and nod instead. 

You led the way into the tiny building, wading through air that somehow felt even hotter than it had outside. After a second of endearingly impatient flailing, you caught hold of the thin chain hanging from the light on the ceiling, turning it on with a swift tug. 

It didn’t do much for the space, which remained dim and dusty. There was very little room to walk, a thin avenue of clear concrete circled a large tarped object in the center of the room. Boxes, folding chairs and tables, and a long abandoned workbench lined the back wall. To the left, nearly overlapping the door, was a refrigerator and large separate freezer.  

“Pool table,” you said, lifting up a corner of the tarp to reveal a glossy wood corner. 

Sy smiled a little. 

“Pool house. Cute.” 

“We’re unbearably adorable. We can’t help it,” you said breezily, turning away from him to open the refrigerator door. “Adorable and overstocked with beverages.” 

Every Coke product known to man filled the fridge, accented by bottles of peach tea and cans of lemonade. And…

“Are those Capri-Suns?”

Your eyes widened when you followed his gaze to the three shiny pouches tucked away on the bottom shelf. 

“Huh…” you said softly, turning one over in your hand to check the expiration date. “Why does she even have these?”

“Gotta have all the bases covered, I guess.” 

You hummed, turning your head to look up at him. For half a second, you seemed a little startled at his proximity, blinking rapidly and taking a sharp breath. Sy was doing his best not to crowd you, but there honestly wasn’t enough room for personal space. When he tried to back off a little, all he really managed to do was hip check the pool table and throw off his balance, shrinking the distance even more when you grabbed a handful of his shirt in a quick attempt to steady him. 

There was a pause, neither of you daring to take a breath. The hot, still air of the tiny outbuilding seemed to draw in a little closer, barely cut by the draft from the open refrigerator. 

“Um…” You blinked hard, pulling your hand away like he’d burned you, shuffling to the side to earn a few precious inches of space. 

“Sorry,” he said softly, belatedly. 

“S’okay…” You shook your head a little. “Uh, do you want…?” 

You lifted the little juice pouch still in your hand.

“Sure.” 

It took further rearranging to get the refrigerator door closed again, and Sy tried not to feel too bad at the speed with which you rushed from the building. 

The open air seemed to soothe you a little, the sight of you rolling your shoulders with a deep breath greeting Sy when his eyes readjusted to the bright sunlight. 

That playful confidence crept back over you, a little more tentative but still a sight to see. 

“Are you qualified to open one of these?” you asked, tossing Sy his juice. “Don’t know how much experience you’ve got.”

“Plenty,” Sy said, arching a brow at the smirk that set across your face. “Said what I said.” 

You laughed, reaching to pull the plastic-wrapped straw from the back of the pouch. 

“You sure? You can’t brute force it, ya know. You’ll just stab through both sides and end up with a mess. It takes finesse.”

“I can do finesse.”

He took the straw back from you, making smooth and efficient work of pushing it through the clear plastic circle at the top of the pouch. He took a smug sip, earning a grin from you as you raised your hands in surrender.

“Fine, fine. You have the dexterity of an eight year old. I’m sorry for doubting you.”

“No winning with you, is there?”

“No, sir!” you said proudly, glancing quickly towards the back door at the sound of raised voices, your smile fading slightly. “Guess I should escort you to safety.”

You plucked lightly at his sleeve as you headed back towards the gate where his truck was parked. He followed, falling into step beside you.

“Sure you don’t need backup?” 

Through a gap in the curtain, Sy caught sight of Kat, her face pinched, arms crossed. 

“Oh, I’m not going back in there,” you scoffed. “I’ll walk a lap of the neighborhood or something. Go sit by the pond for a bit, maybe.”

Sy hesitated, his steps slowing.

“I could - We could go somewhere, if you want. Give them time to cool off a little.”

You glanced at him curiously.

“Go where?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Wherever. Get a drink or something.”

“Two nights in a row? The town would implode.”

He smiled a little, leaned against the door of his truck. 

“That’s not a no.”

You shot him a look, mouth twisted up in something that looked very promisingly like indecision.

“Should be a no. Wouldn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea.”

“What’s the wrong idea?”

You let out a slow breath.

“You know I’m only going to be around a couple weeks.”

He hummed, standing up straight again.

“Doesn’t have to be a drink. Could just go for a drive. No getting any wrong ideas about a drive.”

“No wrong ideas about sunset on a backroad?”

Sy cleared his throat.

“No ma’am. We’re in for a platonic sunset tonight. It told me so.”

You laughed, but there was something a little sad in it. 

“Drink your juice and get outta here before I do something stupid, please.”

Sy knew better than to push, but damn if he didn’t like the sound of that. 

“Yeah, alright.” 

You made no attempt to mask the once-over you gave him as he got into the driver’s seat. He risked holding out his hand one last time, rolling down the window before closing the door. 

“Mind if I use that number you gave me? Sometime.”

“I think you’d better.”

He smiled at that, let it be a full one, earned himself a smile back. 

“I’ll do that then. Thank you for dinner.”

“You’re welcome.”

Sy lingered a moment longer, taking in the sight of you barefoot on the driveway, a late summer breeze making the hem of your dress dance lazily around your legs. 

You shook your head at him, shooing him away with a smile.

As he pulled out of the driveway, he could see you still standing at the gate, watching him until the truck tail lights were out of sight.

*****

A/N: Thank you for reading! I've really missed this story. Would love, love, LOVE to hear what you think.

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The Hunt

Attn: So with the encouragement of @plaidcat4815 I am posting my Halloween fic lol. It is pure filth and something I’ve never written before so I’m a little nervous, but I hope y’all enjoy it!

Word Count: 4,160 (sorry)

Pairing: OFC Jenna Criswell x Mike, Jenna x Walter, Jenna x Sy, Jenna x August 👀

Summary: Jenna asks for something of her lifelong friends, and they happily oblige.

Warnings: 18+, masked men, chasing, fingering, p in v sex, p in a sex, dp, male oral receiving, squirting, multiple creampies. I think that’s all but if I missed something pls tell me.

All of her life Jenna Criswell had the same group of friends: August Walker, Eric Syverson, Walter Marshall, and Mike Danvers. They lived in a small town in a tight knit community. Jenna was the only girl in the neighborhood, but that didn’t keep the boys from being her friend. When they were younger, they all were just as rough and tough with her as they were with each other, as they all grew the guys became fiercely protective of her. No one messed with Jenna because they’d have to answer to them.

August was particularly volatile when it came to her. Just a look could send grown men running. Sy was big, and strong, his size always putting people off, same with Walter, but his size was coupled with a grumpy attitude people didn’t like to deal with. Then there was Mikey. He was the youngest of the group. The lovable goof, but people knew deep down he was just as dangerous as the other three. He had a penchant for knives and he wasn’t afraid to use them. Just ask the guy that dared to grab Jenna’s ass in the grocery store of all places. Gash in his palm was so deep even the doctors were surprised.

Now they were all adults, still living in the same neighborhood. Parents all deciding to travel or move somewhere more picturesque in their retirement years. It was the weekend before Halloween and they were all drinking in Sy’s basement, a ritual since their teen years. The guys played pool, each taking turns helping Jenna with lining up and taking her shots. Big hands carefully placed on her hips, gentle touches that lingered. Each time she bent over to shoot, she’d catch Mike starting at her cleavage. They met eyes ones and she smiled as his face reddened.

She made her way over to the couch, taking a big swig of her drink before plopping down. The alcohol having loosened her tongue, she spoke before she thought much about it. “You guys ever think about fucking me?,” she asks. The first eyes to meet hers are August’s, hungry with want. Sy chokes on his beer and Walter chuckles lightly, while Mike looks like a deer caught in the headlights.

“You ever thought about fucking one of us?,” August then asks lowly. Jenna looks over the four of them. “I’ve thought about fucking every one of you,” she admits. “Don’t say things like that,” Mike whines. “What? It’s true,” she shrugs. “You want us to fuck you Lovie? All of us? Never thought you were such a naughty girl,” Walter teases. “Well… I have an idea, but I dunno if you guys will like it, let alone agree to it,” she says.

“Let’s hear it,” Sy says, seeming to have regained his composure. Jenna tells them what she wants and they all readily agree. “Really? You’re all okay with this?,” she asks. “I’ll do it right now, Sweetcheeks. I’m hard as hell just thinking about it,” Mike tells her. “Patience Mikey,” she smirks. “Protection? Boundaries?,” Walter asks. “I’m all good and have an IUD so as long as you guys are clean I’ll let you decide. As far as boundaries… I have none,” she says. “Fuck,” Sy breathes. “Next Saturday. Midnight. The woods behind my house then?,” August asks. “I’ll be there,” Jenna agrees.

Saturday rolls around and Jenna waits in nervous anticipation for midnight. Around 11:30 she goes on and makes her way to August’s. She’s wearing a skimpy witch costume that leaves little to the imagination. When she arrives the guys are already there waiting. One Ghostface, one Michael Myers, one Jason, and the last was one had on a werewolf mask with a flannel and jeans. She wasn’t sure who was who, considering they all were similar heights, but really that was part of the thrill.

Just then, Michael Myers holds up a phone with a two minute timer counting down. Jenna takes off running into the woods trying to make the most of her head start. She didn’t get too far before she hears leaves crunching. She tried to run a bit further when someone grabbed her from behind. They covered her mouth with their hand and pulled her behind a thicket of trees. She craned her neck to see which horror character had caught her, and was met by the Ghostface mask.

“Gotta keep quiet Sweetcheeks. Don’t want them hearing where we are before we’ve had our fun. Those heavy fucks couldn’t outrun me,” Mike said as he lifts up his mask. He brings his lips to hers in an eager kiss. He begins fondling her breast before reaching beneath her little dress and finding her bare. He groans into her mouth as he begins exploring her pussy with his fingers. He uses his foot to kick her feet apart, spreading her wider for him. He groans again when he feels how wet she is.

“This excites you doesn’t it? Shouldn’t be surprised I guess. Never would’ve thought you’d play a game like this babe. Find me, catch me, fuck me,” he breathes as he dips a finger in. Jenna bites back a moan as he begins swirling a finger around her swollen clit. He makes her cum just like that before dropping his pants and pushing into her. “Oh fuck that’s tight,” he groans while pulling her breasts out of the top of her dress. He grabs ahold of them as he begins thrusting into her, big cock stretching her with every move.

She can’t hold back, she starts moaning out into the open. “Mikey,” she whines. “That’s right. Let them know who’s making you feel good Sweetcheeks,” he huffs. “Little shit,” she hears Walter spit in the distance. She can hear Sy and August talking as well, and her pussy clenches at the thought of them watching her getting railed. “Gonna make me cum,” Mike whines as she grips him tighter. “FUCK,” she screams as her orgasm comes crashing down on her.

Mike gasps before moving her long honey golden hair to the side and latching his lips onto her neck. “Mmm mmm mmmph,” he whines into her skin as he too cums. He empties inside her tight channel before slumping back against a tree. “Fuck that was good,” he huffs out. Jenna nods feebly in agreement. “Can I suck on your titties before I let you go?,” he asks, making her laugh. “Sure Mikey,” she tells him. He eases out and she shivers at the feeling of his sticky spend slipping out of her.

He turns her to face him before giving her a sloppy kiss that trails down to her chest. She whines as he swaps from one nipple to another, sucking and laving at them. He reaches down and toys with her clit until she cums again, softly moaning against him. He pops off her nipple, while holding her steady for a moment. “Whenever you’re ready babe,” he tells her. She takes a moment before nodding against his chest. “Start the timer,” he shouts.

Jenna bolts, trying to get ahead as another two minutes pass. She thinks herself safe when she’s tackled to the ground. A big hand covers her face as she tumbles down, making sure she doesn’t get scratched up. When she’s turned over to her back she’s met by the werewolf. “Hello Lovie,” Walter rasps. “Walter,” she says as she removes the mask. He fumbles with his pants, pushing them down out of his way, before running his cock head through her slick folds. “Hopefully Mike loosened you up for me,” he says before bullying his way inside her. “Ahhh,” she cries out.

Lengthwise he and Mike are similar, but Walter’s a bit bigger around, stretching her further than before. “Huuuh. Such a tight little cunny,” he growls before wrapping Jenna up in his big arms. He starts pounding into her, fucking her like the animal he’s dressed up as. “Waaaalterrrr,” she groans. “Mmmm,” he hums, before cupping the back of her head and shoving that big tongue of his into her mouth. She’s whimpering loudly into his mouth and he’s loving it. It’s making his cock absolutely throb.

He’s more hairy than Mike too. His thick pubic hair scrubbing against her overstimulated clit with each jerk of his hips. He pulls back, letting her catch her breath, and allowing those sweet sounds to reach his and the other’s ears. “Goddamn,” she hears Sy comment. “What’s the matter sweet girl. Too much?,” he smirks. “Y— your hair. My… my clit,” she hiccups. “Oh?,” he says devilishly. He presses closer, grinding his cock into her, and his hair more firmly against her. “Walter… Walter please,” she babbles. “Fucking take it Lovie. You wanted this. Take it just like that,” he tells her.

Tears form at the corners of her bright, catlike eyes as she wraps herself tightly around Walter, trying to ground herself. She feels like she could cum, but at the same time an unfamiliar sensation begins to build in her lower abdomen. “Gaaaah,” she yelps as she begins spraying everywhere. Her body convulses beneath him and he gives her all he has as to draw out her pleasure. “Didn’t know you were a squirter Little Love,” he says before kissing her. “N—neither did I,” she tells him.

Her words arouse him anew. Somehow he manages to hammer into her harder. “Oooooh,” she moans. Walter kisses her hungrily, swallowing down her sweet sounds before going back to grinding into her. “P— please,” she sobs, pressure building once again. “Do it again Lovie. Let me have it,” he groans as his cock swells. She squirts for him again, thighs shaking violently around his waist. He holds off cumming until he’s wrung every bit of pleasure out of her, but when he does he slams into her as deep as he can.

The first wave of his orgasm knocks the breath out of him. Jenna can feel a shiver run through his body right before his hips begin to snap into her again. He kisses her deeply with his last few strokes. When he stills he keeps his lips on hers while gently caressing her face. When he pulls back he looks down at her fondly. “Best I’ve ever had love, thank you,” he says before kissing her again.

He then gently pulls out and helps Jenna to her feet and pulling her to his chest. He caresses her face again before kissing her once more. “You alright?,” he then asks. “Yeah. I dunno if I can run anymore though,” she tells him. “Just do your best Lovie. Let me know when you’re ready,” he says. She rests against him a bit longer, both her own and his cum running down her legs. A chill runs through her before she nods. “She’s ready,” he calls out. Jenna hobbles off, throughly fucked and messy but she does as Walter says and just does her best.

She doesn’t hear anything but she’s moving slow, and watching the ground so she doesn’t trip on anything. Before she realizes she’s run right into Jason. “Hey there darlin’,” Sy drawls while removing his mask. “Hey Sy,” she replies as he pulls her close. He kisses her all while undressing himself and her. “I wanna feel all of you,” he tells her as he lifts her up into his arms. Like Walter, he’s hairy. Just the feeling of his chest hair against her nipples is driving her wild.

“Hold on baby,” he says while reaching down to line up. When she feels the head of his cock she stiffens in his arms. He’s thick, like ungodly so. “Wait,” she says. He complies as she reaches down to feel him. His cock isn’t quite as long but it’s probably as thick as the two of them put together. Sy groans as she strokes him a few times. “You’re the biggest so far,” she says. “Hold on,” he says as he sits her back down. He grabs his costume and sits it in front of a tree before sitting on it.

“Come on,” he says as he pats his lap. She straddles him nervously. He kisses her, letting his hands roam over her body. She can feel his cock twitching against her pussy with every little touch. “You still want this? We can stop right now,” he assured her. “I want it,” she tells him as she rises up to sit on his cock. Her mouth falls open as she eases her way down on him. It’s a tight fit, but finally she takes all of him. “Look at you. Such a good girl, taking it like you were meant for it baby,” he tells her.

“I— I don’t think I can move,” she shudders. “Allow me,” he says as he maneuvers them around so that he’s flat on his back. He plants his feet on the ground before slowly pumping up into her. Her arms quickly give out and she lays against him. “Sssy,” she moans. “Pussy feels so good baby. Mikey and Walt gotcha all lubed up for me. Although I was hopin’ I’d be first. Wanted me a taste, but them two gotcha all marked up now,” he tells her. “N- next time,” Jenna stutters. “There’ll be next time? Well, well,” he smiles. “Mmhmm,” she whines as she buries her face in his neck.

He continues fucking her slowly until she cums on his cock. “That’s right darlin’,” he encourages as he works her through it. “H- harder,” she choked out. “Yes ma’am,” he says as he speeds up. He grabs two handfuls of her ass and slams her down as he thrusts up. She moans nonsensically as another orgasm quickly builds. “Already Sugar? Must be good,” he says proudly. “I— it is,” she says before gasping. Her body writhes against his as she cums again.

Sy continues to fuck into her. She’s impressed with his stamina, and honestly so is Sy. After watching her getting fucked twice now, he figured he’d blow fast, but even though he feels like he’s so damn hard he can’t stand it, he fucks her for what feels like hours. He takes her on her back, before spooning her. He hooks her leg over his hip before rubbing her mushy clit. “Yeah?,” he asks as she whines loudly. “Don’t stop. Please,” she shouts.

He grabs a handful of her breast as he continues stroking her inside and out. Just then she begins squirting again. “Fuck yes. I fuckin’ told you,” he says to Walter, who bet him he couldn’t make her squirt too. He takes his cock out and slaps her clit before moving her onto her knees. “Open your mouth baby,” he tells her. She complies, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out. He slaps the head of his cock against it before easing in. “That’s a girl,” he says as he pushes back and makes her gag.

“You want me to fuck this pretty little face of yours?,” he questions. “Mmhmm,” she hums. He gathers up her hair in his hands and thrust into her, making her gag and drool all over him until he gets close. He pulls out with a pop before kneeling behind her and shoving back into her pussy. “No way I’m not cummin’ in this sweet pussy,” he tells her before trailing his lips over her throat. “I want it,” she tells him. “Yeah? You like bein’ filled up darlin’?,” he asks. “Yes. I’m gonna cum,” she says hoarsely. “Do it. Fuckin’ do it baby. Pull the cum right out of my cock,” he tells her.

He holds her tight and starts playing with her clit again. She jerks violently as yet another orgasm rips through her. “Uuuh that good. That’s fuckin’—,” Sy trails off as his cock swells to the point Jenna feels like she’s bursting at the seams. He cums more than all the rest. She can feel it all over her pussy before he even pulls out. His sweat slicked chest heaves against her back as he presses kisses against her shoulder.

When he pulls out Jenna pouts at the loss. “Miss me already?,” he chuckles. “I feel empty,” she tells him. He cups her jaw and turns her head so he can kiss her. “I’ll fill you back full next time baby, I promise,” he tells her. She nods before he rests his forehead against hers. He sits back and pulls her into his lap before rubbing her body soothingly. “That feels nice,” she says.

“August is gonna be rough. I can already tell you,” he replies. “I can handle it,” she says. “You really do want all of us huh?,” he questions. “More than you know,” she says before kissing him again. “Well I dunno about the others but you can have me again anytime you want baby,” he tells her. “I’m glad to hear that Sy,” she tells him. “Of course baby,” he replies. “Will you help me up? I’m ready,” she says. “Sure,” he says as he brings her to her feet. “Thanks,” she says, giving him one last kiss. “She’s ready August,” Sy tells him.

Jenna doesn’t bother with her dress. She knows she won’t need it. She begins walking back towards August’s house, knowing they’re nearly to the property line. When she happens upon him in his Micheal Myers costume, she walks right up to him and takes the mask off. “August. You’ve been patient,” she comments. “You’re worth waiting for Princess,” he says before bringing her lips to his in a bruising kiss. His fingers grip into her asscheeks, dimpling her skin before he pulls back.

Like Sy, he pulls his costume off and puts it on the ground. “Get on all fours,” he commands. She does as she asks before August hastily lines up and slides into her with one swift movement. She jolts forward slightly but he stills her movements with a hand around her throat. He’s not as thick as Sy but his cock is the longest of them all. It feels like he’s all in her stomach as he roughly starts fucking her. “A— August!,” she cried. “Been waiting all fucking night for this,” he says right before he cums. “Oooh fuck,” he groans.

She starts to feel a bit disappointed when she realizes he’s still just as hard as he was before. “You said you had no limits?,” he asks while jackhammering her. “N— none,” she manages. “So I can have this?,” he questions as he runs his thumb up the seam of her ass and presses against her tight little ring of muscles. “It’s yours August,” she tells him. He groans before pulling out. His cock is all slick form his and all the others cum. He’s not rough with this, not yet. He pushes slowly into her ass until he’s buried to the hilt.

“Sh— shit,” Jenna gasps. He maneuvers the two of them around until he’s on his back and she’s laid flat on hers over top of him. He starts moving until he achieves the pace he likes. He’s pinching at her nipples and clit until she cums. “Fucking hell,” he wheezes before cumming in her ass, but still he’s hard. “One of you get out here and fuck her pussy,” he calls out. All three of them scramble out of the darkness.

Walter makes it to her first, and fucks her nearly at the same pace as August. Sy and Mike jerk their cocks furiously as August and Walter fuck her hard enough to rattle her skull. “She’s good huh?,” Walter asks August. “The best,” August says, making Jenna’s pussy twitch. “Fuck. You like that Princess? Like us complementing your perfect, tight little holes?,” August asks. She nods weekly against his jaw, unable to speak.

She’s absolutely sobbing, delirious with the overwhelming fullness she feels. “Huuuh,” Walter husks as she grips down on him. With a few pulses of her pussy, he dumps another load inside her. The feeling of both of their orgasms gripping and thrumming against him, sends August into another and finally he’s spent. “Can I try her ass?,” Mike then asks. “Be my guest,” Sy says. Jenna’s a rag doll at this point as Mike and Sy maneuver her around.

Sy gets beneath her, letting her ease onto his cock again before Mike takes her ass. “Fuck I’m not sure which is better,” Mike says with a groan. “Well next time you can compare some more,” Sy tells him. Jenna can feel Mike’s cock twitch inside her. “Sweetcheeks?,” he questions. “You all have to fuck me again,” she says right before they start to move. “Gladly,” August says as he strokes himself. “Anytime you want,” Walter then says.

“She looks so pretty taking our cocks don’t she?,” Sy questions. “Yes. Fuck yes,” Mike whines. “Gonna cum Mikey?,” Jenna manages. “All in this tight little ass. Gonna… fucking blow,” he huffs out. He’s holding her tits so tight as he speeds up. “Fuck… fucking ahhhh,” Jenna screams with her release, Mike right behind her. “I think you being so eager turns her on,” Walter chuckles.

When he pulls out August pushes back in. “Walt. Try her mouth,” Sy tells him. Jenna opens up as he makes his way around. He slides into mouth her then throws his head back before fucking her face with abandon. After the three of them load her up one last time, and Mikey requesting a titty fuck and cumming all over her chest, Jenna is more than spent. “Sy,” she says as she reaches up for him. He scoops her up and carries her back to August’s bridal style.

After all of them take a hand in cleaning her up, and hastily cleaning themselves up, August puts her in the middle of his bed. He gives her a kiss before moving back. “Where are you going?,” she asks, clinging to him. “Going to grab some water and food for you Princess. I’ll be right back,” he says before giving her another kiss. In the meantime Sy lays on one side of her, Mike the other while Walter sits between her legs and massages her feet. “Sore Lovie?,” he questions as he works his way up to her calves. “A little,” she admits.

“Poor little darlin’,” Sy says before rolling her to her side so he can rub her back. “Mikey,” she pouts. “What babe? What do you need?,” he asks while brushing her hair back. “A kiss,” she says softly. He doesn’t hesitate in leaning forward and kissing her gently. He keeps kissing her while the other two rub her body. She’s so soothed she’s nearly asleep when August returns. “She okay?,” he asks. “I think so. Just tired,” Walter replies.

“Princess. How about a bit of this,” August says as he offers her the water. “I wanna sleep,” she tells him. “Just a little,” he insists. Sy helps her sit up so she can have some of what August brought her. “Thank you, all of you” she says. “Or course. Gotta take care of our girl,” August tells her. She raises an eyebrow.

“So you’ll all keep doing this? You’ll share me?,” she asks. “If that’s what you want darlin’,” Sy tells her. “It’s fine with me. I would like to have you to myself sometimes though,” Walter comments. “Me too,” they all agree. “That can be arranged,” Jenna tells them. “It’s settled then. You’re our girl,” Mike says. “I think she always has been really. Its just that none of us were brave enough to cross that line. I came close a few times though,” August comments.

They all nodded in agreement. “Have I eaten enough to sleep now? I’m not trying to be impolite, but I’ve had the life fucked out of me tonight,” she says, making them all laugh. “Yes Princess that’s plenty. Get comfortable,” August says. When he comes back Mike offers him his spot beside her while he moves to help Walter continue to massage her feet and legs. “I’m going to need a goodnight kiss from each of you,” she says. “Yes ma’am,” Sy says, being the first to give her a kiss followed by August, then Walter, and lastly Mike. They all mumbled their goodnights before soothingly caressing Jenna until she falls asleep.

“I can’t believe after all these years she’s ours,” Sy says. “It’s awesome right?,” Mike says while helping cover her up. “I want to stay with her. I don’t know how all this is going to work though,” August says. “We’ll take a guest room. You have your turn tonight then she can choose who she wants to stay with next. Sound fair?,” Walter asked. They all nod in agreement before heading to one of August’s many guest rooms, all excited for what lays ahead with the girl they’ve all loved their entire lives.

“Man discovers he’s a disney princess in disguise”

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