Captain Syverson One Shots / Drabbles

The Reunion (Smut)

Summary: A long time ago the three of you could never be apart. Tonight you will be closer than ever.

Pairing: Syverson x Reader x Walter Marshall

Words: 1.6K 

Warnings: 18+, sex, double penetration, threesome sex, anal, vaginal, mentions of alcohol, a very brief mention of high school bullying, biting, unprotected sex, love triangle, slight jealousy, creampie, anal creampie, slight anal play, femDom if you blink, somewhat size kink though the reader's body type is not mentioned, they are just two huge men.

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The Reunion

It was always the three of you; The Bull, The Bear and their benevolent queen. Decades past since the day you first met - and still, the memory sat sharply in your heart.

The new girl in school, on the edge of seventeen, an odd bird you were, not completely grown into your figure, which unfortunately invited the other girls to pester.

It was then when two tall guys came to your defence. One of them a grouch with a mane of onyx curls while the other was as feral as the sea with honey-brown hair and a scruff that would shame a Northern warrior.

Since that day, you were always together, wreaking havoc throughout your college years, standing by one another's side, and while you were very much aware of the looming tension that wafted the three of you like a beguiling ocean breeze, you dared not act on your urges.

It's not that you didn't want either, you wanted both. But the thought of breaking the fellowship was a weight you did not want to carry.

Though it wasn't love or passion that tore you apart, but the years that passed like sand slipping between your fingers. Syverson was the first to leave, shipping himself halfway across the world to fight a war while you decided to chase your career. As for Walter, he settled alone in the frozen ground of Minnesota and joined law enforcement.

Quite fitting for your protectors to become a soldier and a cop.

Even far they were always on your mind. An old photo booth picture of you together deeply hidden in your wallet. You never presumed you'd see any of them again, but there you were, standing smitten at the gym of your old high school. Walter had grown twice his size in muscle mass, and Syverson, who always had the body of a bull, now wore a desert tan and several scars.

"I have a place I rented somewhere outside of town, let's get the fuck out of here," Walter suggested, knowing very well the only reason any of you came to this god-awful high school reunion was in hope to see the other.

Stealing a bottle of wine from one of the tables, you folded your arm with Syverson's and the three of you bolted out of the door.

Walter's place was a modern cabin, somewhere on the outskirts of the city. The living room walled with a large glass window exposing a view to the quiet lake that now looked like a black velvet cape sewn with billion tiny pearls.

After a game of cards and a nostalgic trip down memory lane, the atmosphere became soaked by a certain mellow, sensual energy. A stillness that spoke of many things no one dared to utter. Walter lazed on the sofa, his cobalt orbs preserving the glowing flakes of fire that soared into the air from the crackling mantle.

Peering at the man he became with his body broad and inviting, you felt yourself unwittingly drawn to be engulfed by his heat. Spilling onto the empty space on the sofa, you pressed into his warm body without saying a word. Instinctively he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you near and pressing his bristly cheek to your head while his thumb caressed the slope of your bare shoulder.