#syd x reader

“Is it ready yet?” You asked a slightly anxious Carmen from the living room “almost just gotta make sure it's perfect” is heard from the kitchen followed by a sigh from beside you on the couch. Syd lays her head on your shoulder “is he like this at work?” You asked concerned about him and how long he’s been in there perfecting the new dish he’s been thinking about for next week.

she nodded without a hint of amusement “Yup” another sigh hit your ears but this time it was your own “sometimes I worry he’ll stress himself to death” you admit looking over at the brown eyed girl. Syd shakes her head at you, not in annoyance, but rather in refusal. “No, no, baby- look I’m sure he just wants to make sure the food makes you feel better” she reassured, caressing your cheeks and giving you a small peck on the lips.

You give her a small smile and nod your head putting your trust in her. Just as you relaxed against her you hear carmen coming into the room with two off white glass plates “Okay, here try this” he urged anxiously awaiting your approval. He takes this very seriously and right now it’s more serious than it’s ever been since he and Syd started the bear. You and syd take the plates from his hands and pick the fork that was placed near the food almost in sync.

That first bite was heavenly. It honestly made you forget about your shitty day at work and the fact that you and your boss still don’t see eye to eye. It’s like he was commenting with you through the food. Telling you how much he loved and cared for you with every bite. Before you knew it the plate was empty and your stomach was just and full as your heart.

“It’s beautiful” you answered, your eyes lighting up like fireworks, your heart beating fast in your chest. It’s like you’ve fallen for him all over again. “Yeah?” He blushed as he spoke “yeah bear I mean it” you replied back whole heartedly. “C’mere” he commanded, almost giggling like a school girl who’s crush just asked them out on a date.

You obviously obliged, needing to feel his lips on yours. The kiss made you feel whole again like you’d been missing your whole life. As soon as he pulled away you sat there in awe. Syd took the look of amazement in your eyes as you needing another kiss and planted his lips on yours tongues moving in sync. If not out of instinct then out of pure need you pulled her closer to you reaching out for Carmy wishing that it could stay like this forever…

A/N (before official post): THEY HAVE TO BE END GAME I DON T CARE BOUT CLARE WHO IS SHEE?!?!?!?

A/N (after official post): this honestly all I could muster up school and life have been driving me insane but I’m trying to write as much as I can this has been in my drafts for so long you have no idea if you want a part 2 lemme know any whoooooo comment and like and shit Ilysm byeeeeee~

"morning again," she says as she sits down across from you.

you return the greeting, picking up your fork and butterknife, digging into the meal she made for you. there's silence for a few moments as you savor the first couple of bites of breakfast before you glance out the window; hell, it looks like it's snowing harder or maybe you're just being overdramatic.

"do you know how long it's supposed to snow today?" you ask after swallowing a bite of your pancakes.

she shrugs, looking up at you. she's in the middle of chewing, so she raises her hand to cover her mouth before she answers through a mouthful of pancake with strawberries. "no, but it'll probably be going for a while."

you let out a sigh and nod, focusing your attention on your food. like a sixth sense, she sets her utensils down and stares at you, chewing and swallowing.

"come on. what's up?" she asks and you curse her too for knowing you so well.

"just…" you answer almost bashfully, refusing to meet her eyes. "can i borrow one of your sweaters?"

"i don't know. will i get it back this time?" syd's voice is light and airy with just a hint of playful mocking.

you know she's going to cave and say yes anyways because she's your girlfriend and she loves you, but still, you look up and give her your best puppy dog eyes and pout combo.

"of course," you say truthfully. "please? none of my sweaters are built for this kind of weather."

she starts laughing at your expression, a dorky little giggle that has her covering her eyes. "oh my god, knock it off. you're playing so dirty right now!"

you can't keep it up much longer either, joining in her laughter just a few moments later. syd waves it off, trying to catch her breath.

"you know you can borrow my clothes whenever you want," she states when she finally recovers. "you have your pick of them."

breakfast continues, the two of you chatting about things over the rest of your meals. when you've both cleared your plates, your girlfriend picks them up and takes them to the kitchen to get them in the dishwasher; she also heads in there with a vow to make you a quick lunch because you told her you had a busy day and no time to get your own lunch. you head to your shared bedroom to get dressed.

a few minutes later, syd meets you at the front door, holding a little lunch box. when she sees you, she smiles a little nervously and hands you the lunch bag.

"yeah… when you look this cute in my clothes, i don't know why you think i'd tell you no."

her words make your skin heat and you glance away, biting back a grin. "thanks."

the two of you share shy smiles and as you're getting ready to step out of the door, she stops you, cradling one of your cheeks to press a soft kiss to your lips.

"i'll see you when you get home," she says, her lips brushing yours as she speaks.

you nod, giving her a second quick little kiss before stepping away and waving before you close the door behind you. armed with one of her best sweaters and a lunch made specially for you, you feel like you can take on the world, which is often how syd makes you feel. it's not something you'd trade for anything else.

A woman’s pregnancy should have been the most joyous news of her life, but it wasn’t exactly yours. You were pregnant by your now ex-boyfriend, who was a drug addict, alcoholic, and a fucking cheater.

You released a deep, heavy sigh, lying back against the examination table with your feet propped awkwardly in the metal stirrups. You were currently at the free clinic just a few blocks from your studio apartment. Nerves bubbled in your gut, as you watched with bated breath, the oncall OB leisurely move the ultrasound wand against your bare lower abdomen.

The room was quiet for a moment before the loud, thumping sound of your baby’s racing heartbeat filled the room.

“Okay, so this is your baby,” the older OB spoke kindly, pointing to a black and white swirly image, that you barely could make out what you were seeing, on the screen before you. “And just telling by the size of the fetus, correlating with your last menstrual cycle, you’re looking to be about nearly 16 weeks along.”

Excuse me? Did she say what you think you just heard?

“16 weeks?” You exclaimed, sitting up abruptly. The sound of the disposable paper on the hospital bed you laid on crinkled loudly. You knew that you were definitely more than a month along, but 16? “You’re saying I’m 4 months pregnant?”

The Doctor nodded, grabbing a paper towel to help you wipe the excess jelly from your stomach. “I am most positively certain.” She gave you a warm smile.

“But how is this possible?” You muttered to yourself, before looking back at the doctor in confusion. “I mean, I had no symptoms up until a few weeks ago.”

“Well,” your doctor took a breath, “that is the case for some women. I mean, you could have no symptoms until the second trimester, like in your case. You could have symptoms throughout the entire pregnancy or none at all.” She quickly explained, while you tried to rack your brain on if you and Syd even used protection that first night. “So, I’m going to print you out a few copies of the scan and set you up for your prenatal care, okay?”

You nodded in desolation, laying heavily back against the bed in defeat, cursing yourself for being so carelessly stupid. “Yeah, okay.”

“So, you’re not going to tell me about what happened? Even though I drove you a long ass way.” Your best guy friend, Dylan, questioned as the two of you drove down the road in his beat up 1986 Pontiac Firebird —his most prized possession.

You giggled softly, the first smile you’ve had in awhile. “Stop being dramatic, it wasn’t that long. The clinic is only 6 blocks from my place. I could have easily walked, but you insisted.”

“Well,” he let out a deep sigh, “I just hadn’t seen you in so long that I jumped at the chance of spending any time with you.”

You gave him a warm smile and swallowed thickly. You then glanced down at the several sonograms still stuck in your hand. “I’m just, you know, still processing all of this.” You turned to face Dylan full on. “I’m four months pregnant, Dyl. That first night with Syd sealed the deal with my fate. I’m so fucked.”

“Now who’s being dramatic?” Dylan teased, but you couldn’t find a reason to smile anymore. “You’re not fucked, okay? Shit happens. Just think of this as a blessing in disguise.”

“A blessing in disguise?” You scoffed, pushing some hair out of your face. “I make less than minimum wage, trying to live off shitty tips, while living in an even more shitty ass studio, that I can’t even afford in the first place. And not to mention, my child’s father, who hasn’t contacted me since I told him I was pregnant, is a depressed junkie, who’s still in love with his ex. You really want to sit there and tell me that’s a blessing?”

“Well, when you put it that way.” Again, Dylan teased, bumping his shoulder with yours. “Look, don’t worry about your living situation. Your lease is almost up, and I have an extra room where you and the baby can stay as long as you’d like. Rent free of course. We will work on the job thing, and the baby daddy situation is up to you. If you feel like this Syd guy is not gonna step up to the plate then you got me.”

“What?” You turned to look at Dylan in surprised confusion.

“I mean, you and I don’t have to be anything else, if you don’t want to.” He stuttered, trying to explain himself. “But I’m willing to be a father figure for the kid if it’s what you need. Doctors appointments, birthing coaches, birthdays, soccer games, recitals —whatever, you name it. I will be there.”

That caused your heart to warm. You kind of knew that Dylan might have harbored some kind of deeper than friendship feelings for you, but you really only saw him as a friend. And that was because you were too blinded by Syd to see anything else.

“You’re amazing, you know.” You gave him another warm smile, reaching over to gently pat his hand on the steering wheel.

Dylan shrugged, and you watched his cheeks turn a slight shade of pink. “Well, I try.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him. “Typical, Dylan. But thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

Dylan immediately pulled up to the curb right in front of your residence. He gave you another moment of reassurance, before the two of you made plans to have lunch tomorrow. After a few more moments, you finally stepped out of Dylan’s car, telling him your goodbyes and made your way up to your apartment building. Your eyes were cast toward the ground, you hadn’t realized that someone had been waiting for you. When you looked up, there was Syd, sitting on your stoop, anxiously smoking a cigarette.

Your heart almost stopped at the sight of him. He was dressed in a pair of jeans, his stupid leather jacket, and a baseball cap covered those shaggy auburn locks that desperately needed to be cut. His face looked pale and gaunt while heavy bags and dark circles lay underneath his eyes.

Everything in you wanted nothing, but to turn the opposite way, in hopes that he wouldn’t see you, but you were too late.

His steely blue gaze looked directly at you, as he immediately stubbed out his cigarette on the bottom of his shoe and then flicked it into the street. He gave you a small smile, rubbing his hands up and down against his jeans nervously, before shoving them into his pockets and approached you with caution.

“Syd,” you swallowed thickly. You could already feel yourself crumbling at his mere presence. “What…what are you doing here?”

He bit his lip and took a dramatic sniff through his nostrils. “We need to talk.” He told you, after a few moments of deafening silence.

Your resolve quickly snapped you back into reality. You then shook your head and tried to push your way past him. “There’s nothing to talk about, Syd.”

Syd was quick on his reflexes, as he reached out to grab your elbow, catching you before you got away. “Of course, there is.”

You yanked yourself from his grasp and looked down at your shuffling feet, not wanting to make direct eye contact with him. “It’s been two weeks, Syd. You’ve had plenty of time to come and talk to me. But now that window is closed. I have nothing else that I want to say to you.”

Syd released a heavy sigh, reaching to give his nose a harsh rub, before speaking your name softly, “I’m sorry, okay. I shouldn’t have left things the way I did. It’s just that I’ve been trying to get my head straight and trying to wrap my head around this.”

After a few silent moments, you finally looked up into his eyes for the first time. “Well,” you paused for a second, “there’s no need for you to wrap your head around anything anymore. Okay, Syd? You’re off the hook.” You told him, this time making your way up the stairs to the front door to your apartment building.

“What the hell does that mean?” Syd called out to you after another few seconds of silence.

You stopped putting the key into the door, turning back to face him, and shrugging in a nonchalant manner. “It’s whatever you want it to mean, Syd. Just know that I —we don’t need you. I can do this on my own.”

Again Syd irritably swiped at his nose and turned to quickly spit. You rolled your eyes at that, knowing that he was probably on something. “Then what was the point, huh? You literally slapped me with a pregnancy test and then just walked away. You didn’t even give me time to even say anything. What was I supposed to do with that?”

You scoffed, wrapping your arms around your waist, almost trying to shield yourself from the hurt you were feeling. “I’m sorry, did you want me to wait while you and that whore finished?” You snapped and watched as Syd looked down at his own shuffling feet. You kinda felt bad for the whore comment since you weren’t sure if she even knew you existed, but at that moment you didn’t care. “I mean, does it even matter, Syd? You don’t want this baby, so go back to your girlfriend and leave me the hell alone.” You turned back to the door, this time determined to walk in and get away from him.

“Why do you assume I don’t want this baby?” Syd called out again, and you could almost hear the hurt in his voice. “You won’t even give me a chance to explain.”

You wanted to ignore his question, —ignore his pain, but you couldn’t help yourself. So, you turned to face him again. You watched his movements closely. He was antsy. He sniffled quite often, still wiping at his nose harshly.

“Look at you, Syd.” You pointed out, walking back down the stairs, against your better judgment. “You’re obviously on something right now, and you’re not thinking clearly. Just go back to London, I’m sure that’s where you’d rather be anyway.”

Again Syd sighed, taking a big step toward you. He then hesitantly reached out for you, grabbing your upper arms, and you didn’t fight his touch. That was also against your better judgment. “Look, London and I are not back together. She went to LA. She’s gone. Out of my life for good. It was a stupid mistake, but if you give me another chance, I’ll make it right.”

Your brows furrowed in frustration. “So what, I get to be your consolation prize? Thanks, but no.” You tried to walk away again, but Syd’s hold was too strong for you. “Let go of me, Syd.”

Syd gripped a bit tighter, as he shook his head. “No, not until we work this out,” he hesitated, steely eyes pleading, “please.”

You were just about to tell him to shove it, the two of you were interrupted by the sound of someone else’s voice.

“Hey, is everything okay?”

You looked over Syd’s shoulder and spotted Dylan cautiously approaching the both of you. Great, this was the last thing you wanted.

Syd released his hold on you and quickly turned around, to find that Dylan was now standing in front of him. “Everything’s fine, alright? So, why don’t you climb back into your little bitch car and mind your business, huh?”

“I wasn’t talking to you.” Dylan spat, before looking over at you, his crystal eyes filled with worry, “you okay?”

You didn’t know what to say, but it wasn’t like Syd would let you, since he took a step closer to Dylan. “Again, I said, mind your business.”

Dylan stepped closer to Syd. “Again, I said nobody was talking to you.”

Syd let out a sarcastic chuckle, looking over his shoulder back at you. “Who’s this asshole, seriously?” He didn’t even wait for you to answer as he turned back to Dylan. “Look, bro, I don’t know who you are or what you want, but I was talking to my girlfriend,” he shoved his thumb in your direction. “So, I’m not gonna tell you again to just leave.”

You could see that Dylan was not about to back down, and you didn’t know when would be a good time to finally step in to stop the inevitable.

“She’s not your girlfriend anymore, bro.” Dylan mocked, and you knew by their stances that this wasn’t going to end well. “So, it would be in your best interest to leave.”

Syd looked down at his feet for a half second, before looking back at Dylan with a small smirk on his face. “Why don’t you make me?” He then gave Dylan a rough shove, which caused your friend to stumble back a bit.

You knew it was time now to stop it before it got any worse. “Syd, stop it.” You called out to the father of your unborn child. Yeah, this definitely wasn’t going to end well.

Of course, Syd ignored you and continued to shove Dylan. “C’mon on pretty boy, you want me to leave so bad, then make me leave.”

Before you could stop it from happening, all hell broke loose. Syd kept on provoking Dylan with his shoves until Dylan finally got tired after Syd’s final shove, and he officially threw the first punch toward Syd. Syd, although intoxicated, was able to quickly duck out of the way. He immediately swung back on Dylan, connecting his right fist directly to Dylan’s left eye. Dylan stumbled again, but quickly came back and connected a right hook to Syd’s nose.

After the initial shock wore off, you immediately shoved yourself in between both guys, as Syd was standing to his feet. Bloodied nose, he tried to charge toward Dylan, but you stopped him.

“Syd, stop!” You shoved your ex boyfriend back hard. “Please, just go and leave me alone.” You begged, tears rimming your eyes. “You’ve done enough.”

Syd looked down at you, his eyes bloodshot and blood still pouring from what you thought was now a broken nose. He swallowed thickly, looking over at Dylan and then back at you. His heart fell into the pit of his stomach at the fact that you had given up on him. But he knew he deserved it. He was the one who’d hurt you. So, he decided to do what you wanted, raising his hands in surrender and finally backing off.

“Go.” You told him one more time.

You didn’t even give him a chance to walk away, before you turned and walked back over to Dylan. You immediately noticed his right eye was now swelling and turning a deep shade of purple. You grabbed him by the arm, then the bag you had dropped when the fight first began, and made your way past Syd one last time —not even stopping to acknowledge his presence.

Syd left the two of you alone and just watched as you and Dylan walked into your building together. At the time, you hadn’t realized that Dylan had dropped something during his scuffle with Syd. But Syd did. When you disappeared from his sight, he walked over to the object and picked it up.

He used the back of his hand to wipe at the blood still coming from his nose, before wiping it on and staining the front of his jeans. He looked down at the object in his hands, smiling softly. It was one of the several sonograms you had gotten from today’s OB appointment today. You had accidentally left it in Dylan’s car, and he came back to return it to you.

Now it was in Syd’s possession. He looked at the sonogram and then up to your apartment building, then back at the sonogram, one last time, before shoving it into his back pocket and making his way down the street.

That was the day that Syd made a vow to himself. He vowed that from that day on that he was gonna get himself clean and straight for you and your baby. Because there was no way, he was going to let a prick asshole, who hit like a little bitch, as Dylan to be father to his kid.

Walking through the club you spot your boyfriend, huddled up with another, lollipop in mouth, you saddle up to him, straddling his lap, just so this newcomer knows who he belongs to.  Removing the sucker from your mouth, you give TJ a sloppy kiss, feeling the candy being tugged out of your hand you lean back to look at this mystery man who is now the one sucking on your favorite treat.  “She has an oral fixation,” TJ tells him.  “If she doesn’t have that in her mouth, she needs something else,” he gives him a quick wink, and the man stuffs the sucker in his own mouth.

“So sweet.  You gonna leave me out here alone, sugar?” leaning over you give him a filthy kiss as well, tasting the candy mixed with the expensive bourbon.  TJ’s hands grip tight to your hips, and he rocks your body over his, moaning at your tongue entering his new friend.  Leaning away from him, you flick your head towards TJ’s.  “What?”

“I  gotta see if you’re coming home with us tonight.  You want that?  You want to fuck us both?  We’re a two for one bundle.”

He leans over, pressing his lips against TJ’s, and you don’t need TJ’s hands anymore, you’re fully grinding over his bulge.  Bringing your face close to theirs you give them both a kiss on their cheeks, “We should go, handsome.  Bring the soldier with us.”

“Jack.”

“I don’t care.  You’re still going to be our little pet tonight.”

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The three of you press half naked bodies against the other.  A fight over where you want your lips and hands to be.  Never even knowing who’s skin you’re touching, just feeling the other.  Jack’s hands wind around your hair before pulling your head against his shoulder, his mouth attaches to your neck, and his hand pushes TJ down to his knees.  

TJ lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, and he pushes aside your panties, to dig into your wet heat.  Slowly working you over while Jack’s hardened length presses into your back.  “Who gets this sweet cunt?” he moans on your neck.  “And who gets the pleasure of being in the middle?” he gives a soft moan, pressing further into you.  “I wanna be fucked by both.  On your knees.”

You almost immediately drop to your knees, TJ backs off with a smile, and let’s your third hunch over you.  Watching him fuck into you for a moment.  His speed fast and harsh, and you’re nearly cumming on the spot.  “You better fuck me pretty boy,” Jack’s fingers push into your mouth when he moans a, “Suck on these you dirty little whore.”

TJ positions himself behind Jack, spitting on his cock, and Jack’s muscled hole, before he enters him.  Everyone stills, heaving panting breaths all around.  Your caught off guard when Jack ruts into you, his movements fucking himself on TJ as well.  “Fuck!” TJ screams, watching the man pleasure the two of you simultaneously.  Jack’s pace increasing when he connects his fingers to your neglected nub.  Waiting until you cum, before he’s pulling out, and twisting your body to lay down flat.

“Fuck your girl, while I fuck that pretty little ass,” Jack’s voice growls.

TJ leans over your body, fucking into you sweetly, while Jack enters his waiting hole.  A moan you had never heard before rumbling out of TJ’s mouth when Jack is balls deep.  TJ’s pace is a lot gentler as he fucks himself in you and on Jack.  “Don’t you cum in her.  We’re going to cum on her face,” an urgent whimper escapes your throat, “See, she likes that.”

TJ creates tight circles on your bundle of nerves, needing you to cum before he blows his load in you.  With the way that Jack smirks down on you, with TJ’s loving gaze, you come undone.  The two of them pulling out begin fisting their cocks.  On your knees you wait, tongue lolled out for their warm spend.  They both spurt on you, coating your face with their cream, and you catch some on your tongue, swallowing their musky taste, before your finger gathers what it can, to taste.  “My two perfect little sluts,” Jack hums.  “I’ll see you again next time.”

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Masterlist

It was Christmas Eve. Syd sat on the end of his full size bed in his room, looking around at the walls around him. They were bare, boringly white, clinical. The carpet old and no doubt stained with vomit acid from many who'd come before him. But this stay was necessary. The final check on a long list of things he'd done to get to today.

London never returned and it hurt. Hurt like hell. But, eventually after a year of rock bottom, he'd moved on, and somewhere in between, he'd found someone new to keep his dick wet and bed warm. But somewhere along the line, you’d become more than a fuck. You’d become the person he called when he was crashing, the one he turned to when he needed something more than just the existence he had.

And the person he had finally admitted he needed to get clean to. 

 It had been months since he’d felt your lips on his and months since he’d had you underneath him. He could still feel, hear, taste you. He hoped, after all the two of you had been through, that you were the face he'd see waiting for him when his time for discharge came. But deep-down, he knew this was wishful thinking.

 He hadn’t seen it at the time, but now he did. He would constantly let you down. He had stood you up, missed dates, avoided meeting your family…instead, preferring the release that came from getting high. But then, it had all come to a head.

 He remembered that night like it was yesterday. You’d thrown down hard, you couldn’t deal with being second to his drugs, told him you deserved better. He didn’t’ argue, because he knew it was true, not that he admitted that at the time. Instead, he’d gone out and got himself so off his face he’d almost died when he’d wandered into the middle of a road. He probably would have had it not been for the driver of the car being quick enough to swerve to avoid him.

 That was the point at which he’d had his revelation. Nothing in his life would change unless he did.

 He looked at the 4x6 picture framed on his nightstand. You were in his back, arms wrapped around his neck, grinning over his shoulder. His eyes clouded over from some high he was sure, yours clear as day. You weren't like him, nothing like him in fact. You were cleaner than most girls he knew, not a Saint, but you didn't partake in the hard stuff and rarely did anything more than drink on occasion.

How you'd found him, he was never sure. But more and more, he began to believe that some higher power had sent you his way just to save him.

And save him you had, even if you didn’t know it. 

But now, now he was scared. Frightened that the man he'd become; the him he'd rediscovered that led buried under all the emotional and psychological pain, under all the drugs and booze and sex, was someone you wouldn't want. Because he still wasn’t worthy of you.

Kicking the drugs was one thing, sitting in group sessions another, but this was the sickest he'd felt since he'd checked in. He was amped up, worried his anxiety was going to crash down on him again and all he could do was hope and pray, wow, pray, that you loved him like he loved you.

A knock on his door sounded and this therapist came in, along with a counselor and the director of the center.

"Today's a big day, you ready?" His therapist asked.

He nodded.

"Remember, you have control of your actions and your feelings, no one else is responsible for them but yourself."

“Yeah.”

"We just need you to sign yourself out, Syd, and you're free to go."

Syd nodded and took a deep breath as he rose to his feet. He picked up the photo from the nightstand, the one thing he hadn’t packed, and placed it into his duffel bag. He zipped it shut, slung it over his shoulder and licked his lips.

“Okay, let’s go.”

At the front desk, he signed himself out, congratulatory hugs and handshakes from those who walked this journey with him. He accepted every single one, eyes darting around to find you. Yet, he didn't see you. His heart began to shatter, his mind whirring and he felt conflicted. Maybe he wasn't ready? Maybe he should stay a little longer?

"Deep breaths, there's a car for you outside." The director nodded to the doors.

All he could see was the iconic yellow cabs that ruled the street of New York. And that last string that held his heart together snapped.

He swallowed hard, took a deep breath, picked up his duffle and began walking out.

But then, as he stepped through the double sliding doors, the cab pulled away and there you stood, leaning against your SUV passengers door, waiting for him, grin to your face, sunglasses perched on your head and your frame wrapped in a winter coat.

Syd blinked, as you pushed yourself off the side of the car and moved towards him, your steps slow.

“You… you came.” Syd’s voice was quiet as he stopped in front of you, his chest hitching as you pushed your glasses up onto your head.

“Yeah…” your eyes bounces across his for a split second, before he dropped his bag to the floor and you were in his arms.

"I love you," he sobbed into your neck, the words he wished he had said months ago tumbling from his lips. "I love you so much."

“I know,” you whispered soft assurances, your hand gently sliding into his now longer hair, softly kissing his cheek, “I know. And I love you too.”

"Can we go home?" He sighed tearfully.

"Of course," you softly smiled. "Absolutely."

His lips pressed to yours, you could feel the relief in his system when you didn’t push him away. You stood, wrapped around one another in the street, only breaking apart when it became hard to breath.

Your cold nose bumped his, “Merry Christmas, baby.”

"Merry Christmas," he sniffed.

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There’s loud music playing, drugs and drinking in abundance, you laugh as you walk past someone dressed as the wicked witch of the west who’s making out with the Bride of Chucky. A loud pounding on the front door pulls you away from the mind boggling sigh. Opening it has your smile dropping instantly. “Oh let me guess, Tweedledee and Tweedledum?” You say when you see who’s standing on the other side. The two men roll their eyes, clearly unamused.

“Ha ha, look you know what we’re here for, don’t waste our time.” The shorter haired one says, stepping forward to start barging his way in. You shake your head, and try to close the door only for his booted foot to stop you.

“You heard what I said last time you sad sacks showed up without my fucking money. I’m not giving you bums shit until you pay me for the last time.” You snap at the two junkies that are barging into your little costume party. They’re Syd’s friends and you’ve told him more than once not to invite them around anymore until they paid you what they owed you. The two men chuckle to themselves, looking you over as if you’re all talk and no threat. That just pisses you off even more, and you yank the Ghostface mask up to your hairline so that they can see your harsh glare. That just makes them look at you like you’re a piece of meat, and you huff. You know what you look like, knee high boots, short skirt, fishnets, a black corset that has your cleavage on full display. It’s sexy Ghostface, and right now you don’t look like much of a killer.

“Yeah we heard you, but I think we all know that we can take whatever we want from you sugar.” The stocky well built one speaks, Brock you think his name is and you grip the hunting knife in your hand tighter. You may not look like much of a threat right now, but the knife in your hands is very real and you’re just itching to slit a throat right now.

“Brock, get out. I’m not dealing to you or Scarface here.” You snap, and the one you remember is named Rollins bristles at the mocking nickname. You barely get a chance to bask in your cheap shot when Brock slams you against a wall and the party that’s going on comes to an abrupt halt. You can see a couple of your guys gearing up to intervene and you wave them off while keeping your dark gaze on Brock and his glowering friend.

“That was rude, now how about you stop being a stingy bitch and give me and my buddy here what we came from. We know you have some on you, where is it?” He demands, groping at you as he searches for a baggie of something, anything. Brock doesn’t care, he’s just chasing a high and you know he’s unfocused and desperate. It’s something you can use to your advantage.

You simper up at the man, batting your lashes and running your free hand down his chest. “You’re right, I’m being rude. Come with me to the bedroom and I’ll make it up to you.” You look over at Rollins who’s still looking grim, but you can see the flash of interest in his eyes. “Both of you.” You add, licking your lips and just like you have both men on the hook.

Brock lets out a laugh, releasing your throat and giving you a slap on the ass as you begin to walk away. “Syd know his girl is such an easy whore?” Rollins grunts out, and you set your jaw in an effort to keep yourself from snapping at the two of them. You’ve got plans for them, and while murder may be the nuclear option, it’s the quickest way to get your point across.

“What Syd doesn’t know won’t him.” You reply, smirking to yourself as they let you lead them to the privacy of your bedroom and as soon as the door closes behind you, you slit Rollins' throat first, turning around so quickly that neither him or Brock register the movement until it’s too late. He crumples to the ground, clutching his neck as if he can stop the blood. Brock curses at you, lunging in your direction only to feel the hunting knife sink into his chest.

“Crazy bitch…” Are his last words, and you yank the knife out of his chest with a grunt. He’s right, you are a crazy bitch and he should have known better than to try and fuck with you. You’re about to call your guys into the room to move the bodies into the bathroom when you hear the sound of someone’s panicked breathing. You spin around on your heels, coming face to face with a shocked and freaking out Syd. Precious Syd, your favorite customer, your favorite lay, and you really don’t want to have to kill him too if he can’t keep his shit together. You have to think fast, and the only thing you can think to do is drop the bloody knife onto the bed so he doesn’t freak out even more when you start walking his way. “My friends!” He shouts, sounding frantic. “You killed my fucking friends! What the fuck!”

“Your friends owed me money, and they attacked me. They got what they deserved.” You tell him with a tired sigh. Syd words his mouth like he wants to say something else, but nothing comes out. You mutter to yourself in frustration, you can’t even enjoy the adrenaline rush that getting rid of Rollins and Brock gives you.

Looking over at Syd, you can tell he doesn’t know what to do, he knows Brock and Rollins are bad news, and he can only assume that they deserved it but actually seeing you kill two men, two men who he called friends, with no remorse or hesitation has him about to go into a tailspin. “Syd, baby. Calm down, you’re gonna hyperventilate if you keep that up.” You tell him, and he shakes his head like he’s trying to get the image of the two dead bodies out of his head. You reach into your cleavage, and pull out a baggie of white powder, and shake it in front of Syd’s face. That gets his attention, and you smile sweetly at him, opening the baggie and pouring out a messy line against the swell of your cleavage. His eyes follow your movements, and you see him take half a step before hesitating. “It’s okay, baby. You need this, it’ll help you calm down.”

Syd nods at your urging, closing the distance and bending down to snort at the line of coke on your breast. You watch as the effects take over, the euphoria makes him relax and he encourages you to take a bump yourself and while you normally don’t bother with the coke you decide you can indulge just this once. You scoop out a small amount with your nail, bringing it up to your nose and inhaling it with a groan. Closing the baggie you slip it back in your corset and reach for Syd, pulling him in for a kiss as the effects start to take you over as well. “Fuck, Syd. You’re a bad influence on me.” You tease, smiling when you hear him laugh. Thank god for drugs, you think. You turn yourselves so his back is to the bed, and the bodies of Brock and Rollins are out of his line of sight, then you push him down and fumble with his belt and jeans until you can pull them and his boxers down in one pull. You climb on top of him, throwing a leg over his hips to straddle him. You drag yourself over his length, feeling him growing harder against your sex as your slick starts to coat him.

“Shit, c’mon don’t tease me.” He whines, head pressing back against the bed, eyes squeezed shut. You throw your head back with a giggle before reaching up to pull the Ghostface back down with one hand, while you grip him and line him up with your entrance with the other. You lower yourself, letting the blunt head of his cock push into your entrance. You hiss at the initial stretch, hips squirming as your body adjusts to him. When it does, you sink down on him cursing at how full he leaves you feeling. Syd opens his eyes then, looking up to see you with the Ghostface mask on and he gasps in shock, moaning a second later when he feels you rolling your hips against him. “Oh fuck—shitshitshit…” You can seem him losing it, no doubt the sight of the mask of a killer from a slasher flick is fucking with his high mind. It’s a little mean but you can’t help but fuck with him a bit more.

“What’s your favorite scary movie, Syd?” You ask, dropping your voice an octave as you rock yourself up to the tip of his cock just to drop your hips and take him deep. Syd stutters, clearly stuck between pleasure, confusion, and fear when he sees you leaning forward to grab the bloody knife from the bed. You cut through the fabric of his shirt, shredding it in two to expose the man’s bare chest. The tip of the hunting knife teases against his skin, and Syd goes still when you begin to drag it slowly up his body. Syd’s so far gone that he doesn’t even realize he’s moaning, or the fact that when you press the knife to his throat that it makes his cock twitch. He doesn’t even care right now that the knife still has the blood of two other men on it, all he cares about is how good it feels to have you riding him while your tight walls squeeze around him.

Sex with Syd is always good, but right now you feel like you’re floating, like you’ve got fire in your veins and its just heightening every sensation until it has your head spinning. There’s also the adrenaline rush from earlier that makes you feel like you’re vibrating and it makes you want to chase another rush of euphoria.

You pull the baggie from your cleavage again, watching as Syd disregards the knife and presses harder against his throat. You laugh, pulling it away so you can pour out another line for him to snort off of your breasts. He groans and falls back against the bed, letting you pour out a line for yourself against his collarbone. “Shit babe, you feel sooooo good.” You moan, dragging the edge of the knife up your thigh as you circle your hips. You’re so wet that you’re dripping and you can hear the wet schlick schlick schlick of your cunt around his cock every time you lift and drop your hips to fuck yourself on him. Syd’s hands frame your hips, and you reach out to leave a slap against his cheek that makes him moan and thrust his hips up into you just as you bring your hips back down. “Fuck...you like that?” You give him another slap and he reacts the same way, gripping your hips tight enough to bruise.

“Fuck, that’s it. Use me, make yourself cum all over me.” He pleads, fingers digging into your hips as he rocks his hips up to meet you each time you drop onto him. You’re so loud, crying out and moaning for him that if it wasn’t for the loud music blasting just outside the bedroom door you’re sure all your guests would be able to hear you right now. You drop the knife, hands bracing against Syd’s chest and dragging down to leave red streaks in their wake. He bucks into you harder, almost knocking you off balance if it weren’t for his tight grip keeping you there. You can feel the pressure building, every time you drop down on him the coil tightens more and more until it finally snaps and you’re cumming hard and grinding yourself against his cock. Syd moves a hand from your hips to slide under the cowl of the Ghostface mask so that he can wrap it around your throat and squeeze. You feel him holding you in place, his hips snapping up to hammer his cock into your fluttering cunt.

“Fuckfuckfuck...Syd! Don’t stop!” You can feel yourself being pushed to another climax, and Syd doesn’t let up until he has you squirting for him when you do cum again. Your nails rake over his chest, and you know he’ll be wearing your marks for a few days with how deep your nails have sunk into him. “Cum for me, baby.” You demand with a breathy moan, voice tight from how he’s squeezing his hand around your throat. Syd cums a second later, the sound of you begging for his cum being the thing to send him over. For a second you wish you had your phone on you to capture his pretty mouth hanging open as he feels his orgasm wash over him. His spend coats your walls, and he gives you a couple thrusts after the fact to make sure he fucks it deep into you before he pulls out and lets you roll to the side and lay next to him.