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gummydummy19 · 2 months
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The bear and his honey
Summary: How grumpy Sy won your heart and you won his :))
Content Warnings: Fluff, sunshine x grumpy trope, smut (oral, fingering, piv, creampie, pet names, praise, hint of a size kink)
A/N: Look at that! I wrote another Sy fic! @omgkatinka sent me this: After that fic today I kept thinking about first dates with Sy. And how either epic or awful it would be if your first date was getting stuff from ikea and assembling the stuff together. I feel like that would either forge an unbreakable alliance or doom the connecton right away. But I really like the idea. and I LOVED IT so I included that in here as well :)) It's not their first date but I hope you still like it <3
Word Count: 4k+ (holy shit)
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Like a little girl seeing a big teddy bear at the fair, you were sold when you first met Sy. There was something immediately comforting about him. He was quiet and a little grumpy, but he always treated you with respect. A real Southern gentleman, as they say.
It took a long time before he asked you out. You kept running into him at get-togethers, always being drawn to him from the second you walked in.
In the beginning, you worried you were coming on too strong, always sticking to his side, asking him questions, flirting with him...
One night your entire friend group got together again for a cookout and drinks around the fire. Everyone was perfectly tipsy and content, and when the conversation started taking a more juvenile turn, you heard something that made your cheeks feel warm.
"Oh come on, everyone knows Sy's got it bad for you!", Cory boomed, swinging around his beer.
"Shut up, Cory", you hushed him, dismissing it quickly. You tried to ignore the way your stomach fluttered at the idea of Sy being into you, but when you saw him blushing, (yes, blushing) on the other side of the fire you felt your heart swell.
After that night, you started getting more confident. You loved teasing him, always poking the bear. You tried to get a rise out of him every chance you got, knowing he had a soft spot for you.
Admittedly, you were having a fun time pushing his buttons, but after almost two weeks of flirty comments and hanging under his arm whenever you could, he still hadn't asked you out.
So after another night of teasing, flirting, a couple of debatably too-strong martinis, and what Cory called "canoodling" you finally hit your breaking point.
"Are you planning on asking me out? Like ever?", you blurted out.
Okay, those martinis were definitely too strong.
"Ya want me to?"
Is he joking?
He chuckled and you realised you said that last bit out loud.
That Friday he showed up on your doorstep at exactly 6pm, on the dot, and handed you a gorgeous bouquet of flowers.
You could tell he really made an effort. He was wearing a button-up shirt and what looked like a fresh, new pair of jeans.
"Oh Sy, these are beautiful!", you squealed, before pressing a chaste kiss to his fuzzy cheek, 'Let me go put them in water, and then we'll be on our way!'
He didn't say much, he just grumbled as you skipped about your apartment in your pretty little dress, like you didn't know exactly what you were doing to him.
He took you to the most expensive restaurant in town, where he briefly told you about his job and his family before casually shifting the conversation back to you.
You let your foot wander up his leg while you innocently told him about yourself, loving the way he startled when the waiter showed up.
Afterward, he walked you home and gave you a kiss on your cheek, just as innocent as the one you had given him before. You were a little disappointed when he didn't come in, but you decided to deem his chivalry as charming.
A week and a half later, he took you to the drive-in for your second date. They showed some old James Bond movie, the perfect combination of action and steamy romance as you cuddled closer to him in his truck.
During a particularly spicy scene, you let your hand wander up his thigh, but before you got to his crotch, he stopped you.
You looked up at him with a frown, but to your surprise, his eyes were still glued to the screen.
You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, thinking maybe you read the situation wrong. Maybe he just wanted to be friends? Maybe that's why he didn't kiss you last time? Why he didn't wanna come upstairs with you...
The nasty thoughts kept pouring in and you felt yourself spiral down. You shuffled away from Sy's embrace, gently moving to sit as far away from him as possible, half debating just getting out of the car completely.
'What's wrong?' Sy asked as he looked at you, sitting against the door of his truck.
"If you don't want me you can just say that Sy," you said bitterly, staring out the window.
When you heard him chuckle, you angrily snapped your head back to see if you were actually hearing it correctly.
"Oh, you think that's funny?" you spat.
You tried to open the door. You wanted to leave. To get as far away from him as possible, but the door was locked, and before you could protest, he wrapped his big arm around your waist and swiftly pulled you back against him.
You had no time to wriggle yourself out of his grip, because he moved his bearded face down to your ear and whispered, "You can't always get what you want, sugar."
You didn't know what to say. His actions had already confused you and now his words confused you even more.
He grinned at your puzzled look, grabbing your chin in his large paw.
"What do you want?" he asked calmly, looking straight into your eyes.
"You."
"You have me," he stated, making butterflies erupt in your stomach
"Doesn't fucking feel like it." you dared, keeping your voice low and your eyes away from his.
"Bratty little thing, aint ya?," he grinned, secretly a little proud at your ballsiness, tho he'd never admit it.
His grasp on your jaw tightened, making your eyes snap back at his.
"If you want something, you gotta ask nicely, sugar." he drawled, leaning in a bit closer, "Now, what do you want from me."
Your whole body felt like it was on fire. Your eyes darted from his gorgeous eyes down to his plush lips and back before you spoke, "A kiss, please."
A cheesy grin spread over his face and he loosened his grip on your jaw, moving his hand to cup the side of your face, gentle but firm.
He leaned in, his breath mingling with yours as he spoke, "Such a polite girl," before finally attaching his lips to yours.
That night you realized Sy wasn't as soft as you thought he was, in fact, he had quite the mean streak...
Another week of sweet texts and teasing phone calls later, you knew you were in deep.
Your third date wasn't even supposed to be a date. He took you for a walk in the park. You started holding his hand about halfway through the walk, with little intention of ever letting go.
It was meant to be a short stroll, just to get some air, but soon the sun started setting and your stomach started rumbling.
'Ya hungry? I know a good place nearby', he stated, pulling you closer against his side.
'Sy...I'm really not dressed for anything fancy...', you replied, knowing Sy's definition of 'a good place' when it came to you.
'Don't you worry sugar, you're dressed just fine', he grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
20 minutes later you were standing at a food truck, being introduced as 'his girl' to one of his old army buddies wearing a 'kiss the cook' apron.
While you munched on your greasy food, Sy told you the truck had been there since last summer, after their last tour. He was there every week.
It wasn't hard to notice the way Sy shifted when he talked about his work. You didn't push or pry, you just listened, letting your thumb trace over his hand as he opened up to you. Funny, how this thing with a man you had only kissed once already felt like the most intimate relationship you'd ever been involved in.
Two weeks after your first kiss, you got Sy to join you for a trip to Ikea. You needed a new bookshelf and your car was too small to fit it, so you convinced Sy to bring his truck. Getting to stroll around with him through the hallways with your hands linked was simply a bonus.
When you first walked in, you could tell Sy was a little uncomfortable. This wasn't exactly his area, fluffy rugs, decorative pillows,...he felt so out of place. But seeing you with a big smile on your face, dragging him around to show him which wineglasses you liked, made it worth it.
You made him feel at ease, but nervous at the same time. The whole thing felt so domestic, so innocent. So, why was the only thought on his mind pushing you onto one of those beds and fucking you six ways from Sunday?
Aside from that kiss in the car and a couple steamy messages, not much had happened between the two of you. It's not like you didn't want to, you just wanted to take it slow and Sy was trying to be a tease gentleman.
By the time you got to the storage place, he was a lot more relaxed. Maybe it was the fact that there were no more soft blankets or colorful couches. This part of the building was definitely more his vibe. Though, being able to show off his strength when it was time to carry the boxes may also have something to do with it...
You were almost at checkout, Sy was pushing the cart, half his view was blocked and he was trying not to crash into anything when he heard you squeal loudly.
"OH MY GOD!"
"What? What happened?" He peaked past the mountain of cardboard. He was worried something might have happened, but when he saw what you were holding, he grinned in confusion.
"He looks just like you!" you exclaimed happily, holding a big, stuffed bear with dark brown fur. "I'm taking him home with me."
Sy tried to keep a stern look but failed miserably, chuckling while he pulled you into him.
"What, am I not enough for you anymore? Should I be worried?", he joked.
"Don't you worry, baby. You will always be my big bear. The little one is just for when you're not around", you explained.
"Well if I'm your bear, you're my honey", he mumbled, pressing a kiss against the top of your head. God, he always smelled so fucking good... "Oh! I can spray some of your cologne on him!"
You kept babbling happily as you dragged Sy to the checkout. He didn't even know how long he had been smiling, but somehow he just couldn't stop. Fuck, what are you doing to him?
45 minutes later it was your turn to try and suppress your laugh. You were sitting on your couch, sipping a glass of white wine, and watching your man try and prove just how manly he is.
"Sy, honey, I really think if you just looked at the instructions..."
"I don't need no damn instructions, it's a fucking bookshelf", he grumbled.
"Alright, suit yourself...", you sighed, turning the page of your magazine.
Barely a second later you got startled by a loud bang and a string of curses. You looked up to see the damage and were met with a fuming Sy clutching his thumb.
"Not a word", he said.
"M'not saying anything!", you chuckled.
Another ten minutes passed in silence, aside from the occasional grumble coming from the bulky man you were rapidly falling in love with.
You finally dropped down the magazine next to you and put down your wine.
"Would you just let me help?", you asked, standing in front of him.
"I don't need-"
"Yes, you fucking do! Stop being so damn stubborn, Sy! It's not a sin to look at the manual! It's what it's fucking there for!", you finally snapped.
Sy looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face. He straightened himself, towering over you.
"You don't scare me, big guy", you dared, crossing your arms.
He raised his brow, tilting back his head a tiny bit as he peered down at you.
"Alright", his voice was calm and collected. A beat of silence passed and the tension could be cut with a knife.
You were starting to get a little confused, not entirely sure what the vibe was anymore but then, without an ounce of effort, Sy picked you up and swung you over his beefy shoulder.
"Sy! What the hell are you doing? Logan??"
A squeal left your throat when you were dropped down on your mattress. You barely had any time to process what was happening before Sy was on top of you, pinning your arms above your head as his body covered yours.
"You and that damn mouth of yours", he groaned, "always running ain't it? See what happens when you poke a bear?"
"He finally wants to taste his honey?" you spoke softly.
"Oh, honey, you have no idea", he said before he captured your lips with his.
You tried to wriggle your hands free to touch him, but he wouldn't budge, chuckling into your mouth as he felt you struggle.
"What have I told you about asking for what you want, hmm?"
"Sy, please...", you started begging.
'Please what? Use your words"
"C'mon....just lemme touch you, Sy, s'not funny anymore...", you whined, desperately trying to get closer to him, but you were no match for his strength.
Admittedly, feeling how much bigger and stronger than you he was made you drip right through your panties, but that didn't mean you weren't still desperate to get your hands on him.
Sy finally took pity on you and released your wrists. Your hands immediately clawed at his back, trying to pull him impossibly closer as you pulled him in for another breathtaking kiss. One of his big hands semi-gently held your cheek while the other pawed at your body, wherever he could.
It didn't take long before clothes went flying, both yours and his. The sound of his belt unbuckling ran in your ears as your blood pumped faster.
"Fuck, I want you so bad...", you mumbled under your breath, your eyes raking over his furry chest before landing on the tent in his boxers.
"I want you too, baby, so so bad". Blood rushed to your face at the realization that he had heard you. He still had a grin on his face, but this time it was different. Less mean, more dopey.
"Wanna taste you...", he mumbled as he pressed kisses between your breasts and down your stomach.
"Fuck, Sy..."
The first lick between your sticky folds already had him moaning into your pussy. "Sweetest honey I've ever fucking tasted...", he groaned before burying his face back in between your legs.
He ate you out with vigor, swiping his tongue around your clit just enough to drive you crazy before dipping it down to lick long stripes up and down your slit. With all the pent-up tension (and Sy's insane cunnilingus skills), it didn't take long at all before you felt that familiar heat pool down in your belly.
You arched your back off the bed, one hand digging into Sy's scalp as the other frantically grabbed at your pillow.
"Oh fuck, fuck...", you moaned as you felt yourself starting to creep closer to the edge. Sy focussed his full attention solely on your clit now, sucking and nibbling on it while he pressed two of his thick fingers inside you. He curled them up, finding your spot almost immediately and you screamed.
"AH shit! Please please please, don't stop...m'gonna cum!”, you babbled with an unsteady voice.
Usually you don't like to tell your partner when you're about to cum, because for some reason they always seemed to take that as a sign to start doing completely different shit, but you trusted Sy. He clearly knew what he was doing, and to your delight, he kept doing it exactly like that until your thighs were trembling on his shoulders.
You felt the waves of your orgasm roll through your body, your hips mimicking the movement as you bucked against his face. He didn't seem to mind one bit.
He kept his fingers inside you, perfectly stimulating the spongy spot they were nestled against while his lips nursed on your swollen clit, prolonging your orgasm.
Your entire body felt like it was on fire as you waited for Sy to stop, so you could finally breathe again. But to your surprise, the big beast between your legs didn't even show signs of slowing down.
"S-Sy...fuck fuck stop...stop stop stop...", you tried to squirm away from the sensitive feeling, but he kept you firmly in his grip.
"fuck..shit..sensitive...too sensitive..Sy, FUCK!" you moaned when the pain suddenly turned into overwhelming pleasure. The only thing you could do was scream for him. With every knock of his fingers against your spot you felt a pressure build, and when his strong arm pressed down harder on your belly, you swore your vision went white.
You wailed as you came again in a manner that could only be described as violent. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you felt yourself gush all over Sy's mouth and fingers. Your brain was too fuzzy to be embarrassed about it. He helped you ride out the last waves of your orgasm before he finally let up.
"Fucking hell...", he spoke up first. Your eyes blinked open and you sat up a bit to look at him. You were still finding the right words, trying to piece your brain back together, and then you saw it. The drops in Sy's beard, the wet spot on the mattress...oh my god...no no no no no.
It was as if Sy could read your mind, either that or the horrified look on your face was more obvious than you thought it was.
"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my entire life", he stated.
"Really?"
"Absolutely", he promised.
You looked at the twinkle in his eyes and you knew he wasn't lying. God damn, where has this man been all your life. Before you could stop yourself, you pulled him forward by the neck and smashed your lips against his, not caring one bit about the wetness of his beard.
He groaned when you pushed him back on the bed. "My turn", you grinned as you straddled him. You gave him one last peck before peppering kisses on his neck and across his chest.
"Fuck, honey...", he mumbled, gently moving your hair out of your face and keeping a gentle hold of it.
You finally shimmied down his boxers. His cock sprung free. Hard, throbbing, and all yours. You grabbed him by the base and pressed a few teasing kisses along the length of him before licking up a stripe and finally taking the head in your mouth.
A low rumble could be heard deep in his chest as you took him deeper, determined to fit him entirely. To your disappointment, you started gagging when he was barely halfway. You wanted to try again, but Sy gently tugged on your hair. "Not necessary, sweetheart"
"But I wanna make you feel good", you pouted.
"You are, feels so good princess, doesn't have to be all the way to feel good", he reassured you.
You took him in your mouth again and gently bobbed your head up and down, glancing up at him to see his eyes droop. You would have kept going for hours if it meant getting to see him like this. Sadly, he pulled you off his dick way too soon for your liking.
"Wha-but you haven't cum yet!", you whined.
"That's 'cause I'm gonna cum in this pretty pussy.", he stated before flipping you over, leaving him on top of you once again.
"Been wanting to fuck you for so long, you know that? Always skipping around in those damn skirts, teasing me...", he kissed you before you could reply. His rough hands traced about your body, squeezing and kneading at your flesh wherever he could.
You let your knees fall open next to his thighs, opening up for him. When the tip of his cock pressed against your entrance, your breath hitched in anticipation.
"You okay, baby?" he asked when he noticed your sudden nervousness.
"Yeah..."
"That doesn't sound very convincing", Sy spoke, sitting up a little. "We don't have to go any further, you know that right? I'm perfectly content just arguing with you over a bookshelf", he grinned and you felt yourself relax.
You gave him a sweet smile and tugged him down for a kiss. The kiss was slow and meaningful, different than before. When he pulled back, Sy's eyes found yours, "What's going on, hmm?" he asked, his tone calm and caring.
"Just been a while...", you stated shyly.
"Been a while for me too, honey, a long while", he admitted.
"How long?", you asked curiously, making him chuckle. "Seven months.", he replied, "and I can wait another seven if you want me to." It was your turn to chuckle, "Luckily, I don't want you to", you kissed him again.
"Since Cory's pool party...", you mumbled against his lips.
"Hmm?"
"Cory's pool party, when I first met you. Don't know how long ago that was exactly, but that's how long it's been for me".
Sy stared at you with wide eyes. You couldn't read his expression, but after a few beats, his eyes softened. He leaned in closely, his cock still stiff between your legs.
"Seven months", he whispered, "that's how long that's been."
His words and what they meant hung in the air for a couple seconds and you couldn't figure out what to say, so you settled for, "Fuck me, Sy. Please?"
He grinned and reached in between your trembling bodies to grab his cock, pushing it between your folds. "I'll go slow, sweetheart. Trust me. If I don't, this s'gonna be over real soon".
He slid inside with ease, the stretch was there but bearable. His head dropped to your shoulder when he was fully in, hot breath and scruffy beard tickling your neck. Your legs wrapped around his hips, trying to urge him deeper somehow.
After what seemed like a century (not that you were complaining), he dragged his hips back, sliding almost completely out of you before pushing back in. He repeated his movement a couple times. Your whines turned into moans, getting louder as his thrusts got rougher.
"Fucking hell...best pussy I've ever had", he groaned, pumping into you at a faster pace. He hiked up one of your legs higher over his hip, making him hit inside you deeper while grinding on your still-sensitive clit.
You moaned loudly. Your nails scratched over his biceps and he groaned in your ear. Neither of you was gonna last long and you both knew it.
"Mine", he growled and you almost came on the spot.
"Yours, Sy! Only yours!", you kept babbling while he absolutely destroyed your body, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!"
"Cum for me, baby, fuck..."
Your final orgasm of the night consumed you. "Cumming! I'm cumming...fuck please cum inside me Sy, OH!", you moaned so loud you were sure the neighbors heard you, but you didn't care. Sy grabbed your hips roughly as he chased his own release, following suit before yours was even over.
He looked godly. His hairy chest was all sweaty, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut...you swore you got another tiny orgasm just looking at him and feeling his cock throb inside you.
"Shit...", he groaned breathlessly, "I swear I usually last longer...", he started but you stopped him right away. "Sy, you made me cum three times in the last 45 minutes. I don't think I would have survived any longer."
He chuckled as he fell on top of you, squishing you in the process. You hummed happily, stroking his back while his cock was still buried deep inside you. You could barely breathe but you didn't care, if this was how you met your end, it seemed like a good way to go.
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shellyshellshell · 4 months
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His Forever
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Attn: So I know we’re out of spooky season, but my good friend @starfirewildheart requested some Werewolf!Sy and I just had to deliver! I hope you like it and everyone else enjoys as well!
Word Count: 3,420 (I’m sorry I don’t know how to act right with this man.)
Pairing: Werewolf!Sy x Reader
Summary: You and Sy meet and he quickly realizes you’re his mate.
Warnings: scenting, male masturbation, oral (female receiving), squirting, monster fucking, sex (p in v), knotting, creampie, marking/claiming/bonding
When Sy got off the plane, no one was waiting, as he preferred it. Ever since he’d been bitten and turned he kept his distance. The only place it made sense for him to go was the desert, as many other werewolves did. Now he was technically home, back in Texas anyway, but he’d told no one. He’d been looking as much as he could for a new secluded home and he’d found just that. He met the guy he brought his cabin from in town to get the keys.
“S’got furniture but might not be to yer likin’,” the old man, Ernest, told him. “I’m sure it’ll be just fine,” Sy told him. He made a quick stop by the grocery store before making his way to the cabin and settling in. It was close to the full moon so he wanted to be prepared. He had everything he needed, from food to his rut toys, which were vital when he didn’t have a mate. If he were without them he’d run the risk of going feral.
Tonight would be a new moon so only four days until everything hit. That day Sy cleaned up the cabin to his liking before relaxing. He figured maybe tomorrow he’d go for a run, figure out the lay of the land and how clear some of the trails out here were. At the moment he was laid back on the couch, slowly drifting off to sleep.
The next morning he awoke with a start, forgetting exactly where he was. “You’re home old boy,” he grumbled to himself. He got up and stretched a bit before changing into some athletic shorts, a tank, and his running shoes. He decided on a moderate pace, wanting to take everything in. He got to the end of the trail when it forked. Initially he thought to go right but when he turned his head to the left, the most overwhelming scent took over his senses. Before he knew it he was barreling towards it.
It was sweet, so sweet. Like peaches and honey. It was making his mouth water with how good it smelled. He got a little further up the way when he came upon another cabin, confused because he was assured no one else lived out here, but there you stood. White dress flowing in the wind with your hair tied back, a few strays framing your face, as a huge white cat rubbed itself around your ankles while you hung laundry.
When you noticed him standing there you jumped. “Oh… Hello,” you said softly. “Sorry miss, didn’t mean to scare ya,” he drawled. “That’s okay. We just don’t get many visitors out here,” you replied. “I didn’t figure. I- I thought I was alone out here. When I bought my cabin from Ernest he said nobody else lived out here,” he then said. “Ernest hasn’t been out here in years, or not as long as I’ve been here anyway. I noticed the cabin, asked around town and all,” you said as you started back hanging clothes.
“I guess we’re neighbors then. I’m Eric Syverson, most people just call me Sy,” he said, moving closer and offering you his hand. When you took it with your much smaller one Sy felt fire shoot through his veins. By the look on your face he wondered if you felt it too. You told him your name and said your pleasantries before the cat made its way over to him. “This is Seafoam,” you told him. “Not to be impolite Sugar, but that’s a big fuckin’ cat,” he said making you laugh. “She’s a Maine Coon so she’s supposed to be big, but she’s still my baby,” you said with a smile.
He suddenly gave you a look. “I know what you’re thinking,” you told him. “Do you now?,” he said with a raised eyebrow. “What am I doing out here, right?,” you said. “Well… yeah. Little thing like yourself out here in the middle of nowhere… which you do have your attack cat I see,” he chuckled as Seafoam purred loudly under his touch. “I’m a writer. I came out here about five years ago. I put out a few books and was working on more but just all the noise was getting to me. I wanted to be alone in the quiet and private,” you told him.
“Well I guess I’ve disrupted that,” he said cautiously. “Well actually… you’re a pleasant disruption. Does get a bit lonely out here sometimes”, you replied. He smiled a toothy grin, which you shyly returned. “Hmm,” he mused as your scent hit him all over again. He seriously had to keep himself from drooling… from taking a bite. Sy shook his head to clear his thoughts. “Well darlin’ I won’t keep you, just thought I’d say hello since I happened upon you. If you need anything at all, you know where I’m at,” he told you. “Same to you,” you replied softly.
Sy had kept himself in check the short time he’d been with you but when he got home and in the shower he was so incredibly hard he couldn’t help himself. He jerked himself hard and fast at the thought of your scent, your sweet face, and your body, just beneath that thin dress. He grunted loudly as he released himself against the shower wall, but it wasn’t enough. He had to go a second… even a third time before he’d calmed down. “Fuck,” he groaned, knowing that this could very well be a problem.
The next morning he stayed in but he could smell you coming closer. When you knocked on the door his senses were nearly overwhelmed with how sweet you smelled. “Hey,” you smiled when he opened the door. “Well hey there Sugar. Whatcha got there?,” he asked motioning to your hands. “Well I.. uh… I hope this is ok but I just thought I’d be neighborly so I baked you a pie. I hope you like peach,” you told him. “It’s my favorite,” he said, feeling like he could hardly breathe. “Oh good,” you said happily as you handed it to him.
Your fingertips brushed and Sy felt that same fire from before. “You thirsty darlin’? That was a long walk,” he said. “A little. Didn’t think to grab my water bottle before I left,” you told him. “Come on in,” he said, moving aside to let you in the threshold. He sat the pie on the counter as you made yourself comfortable on one of his stools. He fixed you a glass of water, which you drank graciously. He watched as a small droplet fell from the corner of your lip and down your throat. He licked his lips, thinking of how it would feel to put his mouth to your throat and get it.
“You had lunch Sugar?,” he then asked. “No, but I don’t want to impose. You’ve already given me water,” you replied. “Nonsense. You need another glass really. Here,” he said as he handed it back to you full. “Thank you,” you said. “Would you like a sandwich? I was just about to fix myself one. Then we could get a slice of this pie, which looks delicious by the way,” he said. “Sure,” you relented.
He sat beside you with your sandwiches as you two began to eat. “So you know a little about me but I don’t know anything about you. What’s your story?,” you asked him. “Just retired from the military darlin’. Came out here to get some peace and quiet myself. Just want to be able to reconnect with nature and be myself here,” he said. “Have I disrupted that?,” you asked mimicking his previous words. “Naw Sugar, you could never,” he said as he reached out and moved a strand of hair away from your face. He could feel you leaning into his touch. It made him unbelievably happy.
“No family?,” you then asked as he cupped your face in his hand. “My parents… I’m not ready to see them just yet. What about you?,” he asked. You placed your hand over his. “Mine are really high power attorneys. Didn’t have much time to raise me. My grandma, Nanny Martha, raised me. She’s passed away now,” you told him. “I’m sorry darlin’,” he said softly, caressing your face. “What’s happening? C- can you feel it too?,” you asked him softly. “I sure can,” he breathed. His face was mere inches from yours. You couldn’t explain it but you felt so warm and safe with him, and you hardly knew him.
“You can kiss me, if you want,” you assured him. He wanted to so badly but really he shouldn’t. What would you think when you found out what he truly was? He couldn’t help himself though. There you were, so beautiful and willing. He let his lips brush softly against yours gauging your response. When you let out a shuttering breath, he dove back in with renewed vigor. Before it was over he had positioned himself between your legs, your body pressed tightly against his as he devoured your mouth. “Mmm,” he groaned deeply before finally being able to pull himself away.
He looked down at your flushed face and smiled softly. “I’m sorry Sugar, you just taste so good,” he rasped. You nodded hazily before leaning back in to kiss him again. You couldn’t lie to yourself, he tasted good too. You wanted to keep tasting him but like him, you showed restraint. “Let’s finish up our lunch and I’ll walk you home,” he then said.
You two are your sandwiches before you cut into the pie. You sat there with yours while watching his reaction. His eyes rolled back into his head with the first bite. “That good huh?,” you giggled. “Told you peach was my favorite,” he grinned. After finishing dessert you started the walk back to your cabin. Sy moved closer and laced his fingers into yours. You squeezed his hand, making him smile softly to himself. He knew…. He knew right when you asked if he could feel it too that you were his mate, his true mate. He’d heard other guys talk about it and how rare it was, and he could hardly believe he’d found his. Now all he had to do was figure out how to tell you. With three days before the full moon he knew he didn’t have much time.
He spent the next few days with you, getting to know you, getting to kiss you more. Just now you two were out in your front yard after a picnic lunch, his head laid in your lap. He looked up at you in awe, stricken by how something so beautiful could belong to him. “Darlin,” he said softly. “Hmm?,” you hummed. “Would you still like me if I told you I was a monster?,” he questioned. “Sy, you’re not a monster. You had to do what you had to, to survive. You-,” you began, referring to his time in the desert. “I don’t mean like that Sugar. I mean literally,” he told you. “Monsters aren’t real,” you said confusedly, eyebrows knit together. “I assure you they do darlin’. I- I was bitten three years back. Now I’m…,” he said as he closed his eyes tightly.
“You’re what Sy?,” you questioned. “A werewolf,” he told you. “A werewolf?,” you chuckled. “It ain’t funny Sugar I’m serious. Main reason I’m telling you is I’m nearly positive you’re my true mate. I’m gonna come lookin’ for you tomorrow night once I shift. I’d never hurt you, but I won’t be myself,” he said with pleading eyes. “What will you be looking for me for?,” you questioned. “Well… to mate,” he murmured. “Sy if you want to have sex I’m okay with that. You don’t have to make this silly story up,” you told him. “But-,” he started. “Shh,” you said as you leaned down and kissed him. “I’ll be waiting for you tomorrow night,” you told him.
Sy went home and paced the floors. Why? Why hadn’t he just made love to you then… He was worried about your first time being with him in wolf form. He knew how rough he got with his toys and he’d assured you he’d never hurt you but he was so scared you couldn’t take it. “Fuck!,” he shouted.
The next day came and went as Sy anxiously awaiting the moon rising. When it did, the shift began, and just as he expected he began to run. To run to you, his mate. He tried to reign himself in but he couldn’t, reason giving way to instinct. The sweet smell of peaches and honey overtook him as he came to your door. He pawed at it desperately, whining as he did so.
“Sy-,” you stopped short when you opened the door, gasping at what you saw. This creature in front of you was huge, covered in chocolate brown fur, and had Sy’s beautiful blue eyes. “Y- you weren’t making it up,” you stammered. He reached out a large paw. You placed your hand into it and noted how it was even bigger than when Sy was in his human form. He pulled you close and nuzzled into your neck. He inhaled deeply as he kept pushing his muzzle impossibly closer to you.
He grabbed your bottom, minding his claws as he kneaded the soft flesh. He whined desperately as he rocked into you. “You need me baby?,” you gasped as he licked and nipped softly at your throat. He threw his head back and howled loudly. “Shhh. It’s okay. I’m yours,” you told him as you ran your fingers into the fur at his chest, scratching lightly. He growled softly before lifting you up and carrying you to your bed.
He sat you on your feet and you quickly undressed for him. You could see him trembling there before you. You laid back on the bed and spread your legs for him. “Come on Sy. It’s okay,” you coaxed. He put himself between your legs and began feeling your skin. You mewled under his touch before he sank down to the floor and put his face level with your sex. He flicked his long tongue out and tasted you. He groaned loudly before going crazy on your clit. “Mmm,” you whined as you came.
He kept eating you until you felt like you could hardly take it, making you come again and again. “Sy,” you whined just as he shoved his tongue into you. It was so long and wide, it reached well into your aching pussy. He pushed it into your gspot as his big hand laid over your pelvis, his thumb rubbing at your clit lightly. You could feel yourself close to orgasm but it felt… different this time. “Sy… I don’t know wha-,” you said frantically right before you gushed all over his tongue and face. He whined loudly as he pulled his tongue out and eagerly licked up every last bit of your juices.
Apparently once wasn’t enough because he had to make you come for him like that just one more time. Your body convulsed as you gushed around his tongue again. He happily lapped it all up a second time before licking you some more. “Sy… I can’t. I-,” you moaned. He made his way up your body, licking your nipples and neck as his huge cock rested against your clit. As wet as you were you could feel him absolutely dripping precum. “Mmm. I want you,” you told him. He looked into your eyes as he started pushing his behemoth cock into your tight, wet heat.
“Fuck,” you whined when he bottomed out. He clawed at your bed as he tried to take it easy on you but before it was over he was pounding roughly into you. He made you come in missionary before flipping you onto all fours, then taking against the wall, while spooning, and getting you to ride him. You’d come every single time and your poor pussy was absolutely throbbing as he was back on top of you. You wrapped your arms around him as you felt something at the base of his cock trying to press into you.
“S’too big. Too biiig,” you cried as it popped into you, sending you into the biggest squirting orgasm yet. Your entire body was set aflame with chills as his seed began to spill inside you. Sy all but collapsed on top of you as he stayed locked tight inside you, then before you even realized he was back in his flesh form. “Sy,” you said softly as you rubbed his sweaty back. “Sugar,” he mumbled into your skin. “Wait… what the fuck?,” he then said as he held his hand out and looked at it. “What’s wrong?,” you asked as you took his face in your hands.
“I’ve never shifted back during the full moon,” he told you. “Really?,” you questioned. “Really,” he breathed, still inspecting himself as best he could. He rolled to the side, brining you with him as his knot finally let loose. “What does that mean?,” you asked. “Honestly darlin’ I don’t know. I assume it has somethin’ to do with you,” he replied. “Can you turn back?,” you questioned. He focused for a moment before he went back into wolf from, and then back to human form. “How’d you manage that?,” you questioned. “I wanted to do it because you asked me to. Then I wanted to be like this for you Sugar. I- I would’ve preferred to be like this for our first time,” he told you.
You moved closer, kissing him deeply. “Well you’re like this now,” you said sultrily. “I’ve probably already made you sore darlin’,” he hesitated. “Make me even more sore,” you said before kissing him again. “Mmm,” he whimpered as you pulled him to be on top of you. He was already hard as a rock. “Please baby,” you said as you reached down to stroke him. He shuddered at your touch. “Y- you’re gonna be a handful ain’t you little darlin’,” he struggled as he moved your hand away and pushed into you.
“Ooooh,” you cried out. “Fuck,” he groaned. He rocked into you, trying to mind how forceful he was after your first session. Truly, he knew the first time was rough… feral, and he could call it what it was, fucking. This time he wanted to make love to you. He held you so close as he pumped into you, he could feel every little tremble of your body, hear every single shuddering breath and the sound of how wet you were around him. Still soaked with his come and your arousal. “I’m close,” you gasped. “Me too Sugar. Let go when you’re ready. I’ve got you,” he said sweetly. You moaned wantonly as you came around him, Sy not far behind you.
He’d knotted you a second time. Somehow he’d managed to maneuver the two of you around so he could curl up behind you. He held you so close as he turned your head and kissed you lovingly. “I love you Sugar,” he whispered against your lips. “I love you too Sy,” you replied. He squeezed you tighter against as he threw the covers over the two of you. “Darlin’ I- I’d like to mark you,” he said as he nuzzled into your neck. “What’s that mean?,” you questioned. “I’d have to be wolf to do it, but I’d like to bite into you right here, let everybody know you’re mine. It’s permanent and it’ll bond us for life so if you don’t want me to I’d understand,” he said.
“Do it,” you said as you tilted your head to expose more of your neck to him. Without hesitation he shifted and sunk his sharp teeth into your skin, making you cry out. It hurt so bad, but there was also something else about it. Something primal, and natural. It felt right and like it was meant to be. He let go of your neck and lapped at the wound before changing back.
“You alright?,” he asked as caressed your body softly. He slipped out of you before turning you to face him. “I’m perfect baby, just perfect,” you said before kissing him softly. “You’re my forever darlin’,” he said as he rested his forehead against yours. “And you’re mine,” you replied.
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syversonswife · 3 months
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Big Sy 🥵
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sillyrabbit81 · 10 months
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Fuse
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Prompt: Sleepy & Lazy, Daddy Kink from @myaimlessuniverse (x) Thank you so much for sending the prompt in. Sorry its taken so long.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader
Word Count: Approx. 600
Warnings: Smut, daddy kink, praise kink, probably some dd/lg vibes (I don't know! maybe!), p in v sex, Sy POV
Authors Note: Hi... Been a while... Probably not what you expected, but I swear I'm working on the Brotherhood, but I also have quite a few of these left so I thought I'd knock one out as a warm up for the smut I'm trying to write in the Brotherhood (the Brotherhood won't have daddy kink in it fyi) I'm not feeling Daddy kink like I used to and so I tried to write this a little different from what I had done before. Fingers crossed! As always I need to thank my amazing mate and reader @nashibirne , your thoughtful and honest comments are always appreciated. I also need to thank @augustsprincess for her reading and suggestions.
It was edited by me, on the fly, there will be errors
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Sy tightens his jaw and he breathes out a ragged curse through his teeth as he slips past your slick, velvet folds and into your silken heat. He watches, enthralled by the utterly carnal vision of himself disappearing inside your impossibly tight core.
“Stop,” you gasp and he peers up at you perched precariously above him. 
Your thighs tremble beneath his hands and it takes everything he has to stop himself from grabbing your hips and sliding your blossoming core all the way down his cock.
“You’re doing so well, babygirl,” he says, dropping his gaze back to the explicit view between your legs. 
You’ve only taken the tip of him inside yourself and already he feels that tingle brewing in the base of his spine. He’s waited so long for you, longer than he ever thought he’d wait for anyone and he could barely stand it.
“Just a little more, I know you can do it.”
“Daddy,” you whimper. “You’re too big.”
He groans as sweat breaks out over his forehead. “Fuck, baby. You’re killin’ me here.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you say, in a voice that quivers as much as your pouty bottom lip.
Sy’s heart breaks and he sits up drawing you to his chest. “Hush. You did so good for me baby. Daddy’s proud of you for tryin’.” 
With the tip of his cock still trapped within your snug pussy, he rocks you slowly, murmuring his sweet praise in your ear as he strokes your hair. His thumb caresses your cheek and he smiles when he feels your soft lips against his pad. His cock pulses inside of you as your plush tongue curls around him and you begin to suck. It doesn’t take long for him to feel your quivering body relax against him. He closes his eyes, content as he feels you hum happily within his arms.
He doesn’t really notice at first, he thinks the soft warmth enveloping his cock must be his imagination. Then he hears you moan.
“Babygirl?” he murmurs, softly.
“Hmm?”
He looks at your pretty head resting on his shoulder. You look almost asleep, your eyes seem to have trouble focussing and you’re still sucking hard on his thumb. But then you sigh and nuzzle into his neck while you roll your hips and there’s no doubt about it, you’re slowly sinking lower onto his cock.
“That’s my girl,” he growls into your ear. “That my good fuckin’ girl.”
Sy clenches his jaw to keep himself in check, each moment you rock your hips and take more of him into you is the most exquisite torture he’s ever had. 
“Am I doing good, Daddy?” you ask, hesitantly, dropping his thumb from your mouth.
He’s trembling as much as you were earlier. He has no idea how you can’t see how much you’re affecting him, that you can’t see that in this moment he’d give you everything, anything, just for a little bit more of your sweet pussy.
“So good baby,” he groans. “But don’t stop, Daddy needs more.”
He has to lay down, he has to see his thickness stretch you open. He holds your hips firmly, keeping you in place as he falls back to the bed. His mouth falls open as he watches the last of his cock vanish and your bodies completely fuse. 
He can’t hold it back, that orgasm that threatened from the start tore through his spine and his hips bucked up from the mattress. His eyes force themselves shut as hot pulses surge through him and even though he can’t see anymore, the image of your bodies finally together is burned into his psyche.
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f10werfae · 1 year
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Daddy’s Princess Fairy
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pairing: Husband!Dad!Sy x Wife!Mom!Reader
summary: Sy comes home to his newborn babygirl and wife after his last ever deployment, and he’s desperate to meet his tiny twin, and get into his wife’s panties (Dilf Sy) likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated🫶
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“Daddy’s nearly home booboo, he’ll be out here any second now” Y/n cooed bouncing her baby girl in her arms, the two month old softly snuggled against her mama, the both of them waiting at the entrance of the military base along with the other families. Her eyes tracing each body that left the aircraft, her breath hitching when she saw her big hunk of a man step out, his head shaven but his beard grown rough and long. God he looked filthy but so sexy.
Biting her lip she saw him take off his dark sunglasses as he scanned the crowd carefully, his lips pulling into a smirk once he saw his baby momma waiting at the back, away from the crowd; holding his baby girl. Practically skipping all the steps he threw his bag to the ground, his built arms bringing his wife and newborn into his arms, this was his first time home since that night their daughter was conceived. That one special night by the fireplace.
“Fuck pumpkin, missed ya n’ your sweet self s’much” He grumbled inhaling her scent deeply as he grazed his nose up and down her cheek, his other hand cupping his daughter’s head, this would be the first time he would see her in person. “And this- this is Penelope, Penelope Syverson” Y/n giggled holding up Penelope up to Sy, and even he could see she already was his twin, the same grouchy look already.
“She’s stinkin’ adorable, i’d say jus’ like her momma but i’m seein’ frowns on her already” Sy chuckled seeing his babygirl whimper and wiggle, leading Y/n to place the tiny babe into his arms, and just the mere size difference between the father and daughter was enough to make a witch’s heart melt. “She missed you, anytime you wasn’t on the phone she’d cry and whimper until I played your voicemail” Y/n explained tucking Penelope’s bib a bit more, seeing how she was drooling onto her daddy’s arm.
“Awk babygirl you break ma heart, m’not leavin’ again, I can’t do it- that’s me done” Sy chuckled bending down and kissing her forehead, breathing out a sigh of relief, he was finally discharged and able to start the rest of his life. “Damn right you aren’t leavin’, we still need to give our bubby a brother” Giggling Y/n latched herself onto his arm, the happy family walking towards the pickup truck waiting for them; Y/n watched on as Sy carefully put his pride and joy into her carseat, pouting up at Y/n when he realised Penelope wouldn’t let go of his finger.
“Babe, jus pull your finger out come on” Y/n laughed as he shook his head, “no can do sugar, don’t want my babygirl thinkin’ am leavin’ her again, can’t be her first heartbreak”
“If ya let go i’ll give ya some of your treat when we get home, after I put Pen down for her nap” It hadn’t even been two seconds but Sy carefully pulled his finger out, kissed his baby bye bye, and jogged over to the driver’s side of the pickup truck. “Now ya gotta keep your promise, wait- are you even okay down ‘er” Sy questioned looking concerned down at her crotch, he knew how hard the healing process was for his wife, needing stitches and medication. It honestly broke his heart that she had to go through it alone, but she was strong and independent, just his typa woman.
“Yup! Doctor gave me the green light a while ago, jus wanted to surprise ya for when you got home, Captain Syverson” Y/n winked grabbing a handful of his thigh tightly, his eyes widening and smacking her hand off, “Jesus woman didn’t ya read the sticker on the car? There’s a baby on board” He joked intertwining their hands and kissing her knuckles, leaning forward and pressing a heated kiss to her lips, his beard scratching her face in the best way possible. His tongue venturing out to lick over hers, tasting his favourite watermelon lipbalm causing him to groan into their kiss.
“Forgot how much I missed these luscious lips of yours” He growled pulling away, kissing her lips once more before sitting back in his seat to look at her, his wife. “Yeah? What else did ya miss” She giggled leaning over and pulling him back towards her, both her hands holding onto his as she looked up at him, her fingers then playing mindlessly with the wedding ring on the chain around his neck.
“These other lips down ‘ere” Laughing his hands smoothed up her thighs, settling under her dress, right on top of her panties waistband; he could already feel that it was those cotton white ones that he had a thing for. She just knows him so well. “No you didn’t”
“I did” She winked pulling up her skirt enough to show the start of the soft cotton pants, pulling the skirt down fast enough once his fingers tried their way up again. “Nuh uh mister, only when the angel is bed do we get to play” She scolded turning the ignition on for him, watching as he scoffed and turned his attention to the road
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“Alright princess fairy queen, ah need ya to get to sleep pronto” Sy whispered into his baby’s tiny ears, the tiny tot sleeping on his bare chest, her head nestled comfortably on the curls on his chest. Her tiny fist clutched peacefully as tiny gurgles and coos came out every time she hiccuped or moved. “Princess fairy queen? Really Sy?” He heard his wife ask from the nursery door, clad in her white silk robe, very clearly not wearing anything underneath.
“I need my little girl to know she’s the best of ‘em all, n’ that means callin’ her every nickname on God’s Earth so she knows how much ah love her” Looking down at his tiny tot, he felt the need to lean down and nuzzle his nose with hers, pulling away instantly when he heard a toot. A fart.
“Now was that from me or you?” Sy frowned holding her up to face him, her tiny eyes clearly shocked, her own farts had woken her up just from how loud it was; “Tell ya what bubby, you’re definitely your daddy’s daughter”
“Yeah there’s now way that loud thing came outta this tiny precious sugar cube” Sy questioned seeing the tired girl had gone to sleep in his arms again, thankfully for Sy’s sake she didn’t need changed, well not yet anyway.
It finally seemed like baby Penelope finally got the memo when she finally stayed asleep in her bassinet, after 20 minutes of him just whispering pointless happy memories of him and her momma, many soft baby back rubs and head scratches and of course with her binky in place. Princess Penelope was down for her nap. Now Sy could have his wife, any way he darn wanted.
“Momma, you spoil me too much” Walking into their shared bedroom Sy saw his wife, her robe untied as she laid on the bed waiting for him, a chocolate covered strawberry already in her mouth as she winked at him, her legs spread open showing off her glistening folds; she needed him as much as he needed her.
“Irish twins?” Y/n asked plucking the strawberry from her mouth, licking its juices from her lips as she quirked up a brow; Sy doing nothing but growl and rush to get rid of his white t-shirt and cargo pants. “I’d give ya irish triplets if it were possible” He snarked climbing on top of her, his body hovering over hers as he bit into the strawberry that was back in between her lips, his teeth squeezing the juice down the valley of her tits. His delicious welcome home treat, just for him to enjoy.
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The Attack
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Synopsis: August and Sy finally use your body the way they have been desperate to.
Warnings: threesome, double penetration, daddy kink, choking/breath play, light punishment, size kink, mfm, cream pie, spitting/swallowing… this one is very dirty (hehe)
Note: This can be read as a standalone, but I highly recommend reading its companion The Prowl
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August’s finger tips dug into my hips as he helped me sink down onto his cock. Even with the head slick with precum and my own arousal dripping onto him, it wasn’t easy. He was massive. I couldn’t help the whimpers that fell from my lips as I took him inch by inch, the stretch burning blissfully.
“That’s it, Kitten. Daddy loves watching you take me,” he praised. The muscles under my hands twitched as I finally met the hilt, a sigh leaving him. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes, daddy,” I whispered, rocking against him.
A calloused hand pet my head, caressing down to my shoulders. Pressure slowly pushed me down to where my breasts pressed against August’s chest. A quick slap was placed on my bum before I felt a cool liquid being rubbed against me.
“Relax, Sugarcane. We’re going to take care of our girl,” Sy soothed, gently working his thumb into the pleated ring of tight muscle right above where August filled me.
August remained still inside of me while Sy took his time prepping me, moving in and out at an antagonizing pace. I was panting, dripping onto August’s lap- desperately needing to move my hips, but his hands held me in place.
“P-Please,” I wined. “I’m ready. I’m ready, please!”
I couldn’t see Sy but I knew amusement covered his face as he and August locked eyes. A smirk lifted August's lips as he brought two of his large fingers to my mouth. “Suck, Kitten.”
I was happy to. Just as I ran my tongue on the underside of his fingers, I felt the head of Sy’s cock meet my little hole. He pushed into me slowly but steadily, making me moan against August’s fingers and buck against the both of them. My eyes rolled back into my head.
I was so unbelievably full.
Sy’s rough hand wrapped around my throat, pulling me up so that my back arched and my hips lifted. August’s fingers left my mouth with a pop. I looked down to him as much as I could, the pressure of Sy’s hand letting in just the right amount of oxygen.
“You’re going to let us use you, understand? We’re going to fuck you. But you are to stay just like this,” August explained, thrusting up into me. I mewled, desperate for them to take me. A sharp sting hit my clit. August had slapped it. “I asked if you understood, Kitten.”
He knew damn well I couldn’t really speak with the pressure against my throat; his raised eyebrow told me as much. But I croaked out as best as I could, “Y-Yes, Daddy.”
They finally finally began moving inside of me. They moved in tandem. Everytime Sy pushed into me from behind, August pulled out from below. It was overwhelming in the best of ways, causing my body to shake, my pussy convulsing and ass squeezing around each of them. My clit throbbed.
I needed to cum. Immediately. I would have done anything for that release. The moment Sy’s other hand wrapped around to pinch my nipple and August pressed his thumb to my clit, I was lost. Completely gone.
I was unaware of the noises I made, the way my face conformed to the pleasure they gave me. As my head fell back, Sy shifted his hand up to my jaw. He squeezed until it opened for him.
“Swallow like the good girl I know you are, Sugarcane.”
I opened further, sticking out my tongue as his spit landed on it. I happily swallowed, humming as I came down from the high of my orgasm. His hand returned to my throat, causing me to slightly choke on my own breath.
August’s thumb continued to rub against my clit, already causing me to pant again as both of their paces picked up. “Look at you. You truly take us so well,” August praised, his voice rough with his own pleasure.
August found his high first, releasing his cum into me, groaning as his brow furrowed and his head fell against the bed. I twitched in their palms, finding another deep release of my own. The grip on my neck was loosened as I was roughly pushed onto August’s chest, my hair quickly wrapped into Sy’s fist.
August held my eyes with his, stroking my cheek and lips as Sy used me relentlessly, chasing his own high. It was just on the verge of being too much, just barely. But it wasn’t. I was happy to be used by them.
Sy stilled behind me, growling as his hot cum filled me, his thrusts slowing and gentling. They both pulled out of me, helping me lay onto my back. I was so unbelievably spent, bliss filling my mind and body.
Two fingers gently gathered the cum leaking from me. I opened my eyes as best as I could, seeing August above me. Sy sat next to me, stroking my hair. “Part those beautiful lips, Kitten.”
I stuck my tongue out for him, loving the way the mixture of their cum tasted as I swallowed.
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mrsevans90 · 4 months
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Puppy Love
Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 1
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Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?
Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller 
Word Count: 3,502
Warnings: Abused animal, domestic violence, stalker ex-boyfriend, mention of nightmares/PTSD, smut in future chapters.
MINORS DNI! Must be 18+
I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own. 
This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.
A big thanks to @shellyshellshell for encouraging me to write this story!
A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading! 
*Syverson POV*
It’s certainly difficult to leave the cool air conditioning of the house to head to work when the weather forecast predicts another scorching Texas summer day where the humidity makes your clothes immediately stick to your skin. It’s nothing I’m not familiar with having grown up in Texas my whole life and then spending two tours in the desert before returning home. You’d think I would move somewhere cold, but the south is all I know. I certainly couldn’t leave Nana and Pawpaw either. After finishing my last tour, I came home and bought an empty house in disrepair and spent the better part of a year ripping it to studs and rebuilding. I was really struggling with returning to civvy life after spending the majority last ten years in the sand pit. Originally, I had just planned to fix up my house so that it was comfortable and hell, livable, until I discovered what I wanted to do outside of the army. Remodeling my house taught me that I really enjoyed working with my hands and building things. I guess you could say taking a broken, outdated home and making it beautiful and functional again really resonated with me on a deeper level. I was lucky to leave the army with only some mild PTSD and nightmares. Hell, I had all of my limbs and was alive which is more that I can say I deserve. Staying busy helped me cope so after working towards getting my contractor’s license, I decided to start my own company, Syverson Contracting. It was still a small operation with only about seven employees including my cousin Alex, but we got by just fine.
After getting ready for the day and sipping on my cup of coffee on the porch with my German Shepard, Aika, I put my boots on and headed to the truck for the first day on a new worksite. Like usual, I called Nana on the way to work to check in. My grandparents lived about fifteen minutes away from me, but I still called to check on them every morning and make sure they’re doing alright. As I drive, Nana starts chattering all about how her friend’s granddaughter is single and I should be looking for a good woman to marry and settle down with. We’ve had this conversation umpteen times before but I can’t seem to get it through my stubborn grandmother’s head that it’s useless. I’ve been burned by too many women in the past as a young and naïve man and I just don’t want to bring someone into all of my problems. Yes, I go to therapy at the VA to help with my PTSD but it still doesn’t stop the sleepless nights and nightmares that immediately send me back to wartime in the desert. As much as I’ve always wanted a partner in life; a beautiful wife to come home to, a couple of kids and the proverbial picket fence, I just don’t see how it could be in the cards for me now. I’m too fucked up. Nana of course would never understand and I certainly don’t want to drag her into it so I just listen to her drone on and on about some chick named Susanne and then tell her that I’ve got to go.
After speaking with my team and giving instructions for the job, I went to Alex’s flatbed truck and we all started unloading the materials. The home we were working on was owned by a young couple expecting their first child. It was a simple job, replacing the flooring throughout the house, building a shed in the backyard for lawnmowers and other garden tools, and repairing some dry rotting siding near the fireplace. The great thing about my team is that I could get them started and didn’t have to micromanage them. After several hours in the walloping sun, we all broke for lunch. After cooling off and reenergizing at the local Wendy’s, we all headed back to the house to continue our work. Since I was used to being in these weather conditions, I decided to head out toward the edge of the woods in the backyard and start building the garden shed. When I went to lift up some of the plywood, I was beyond shocked to find a shaking and filthy little tan dog who appeared to be injured and terrified.
“Shit. Heya buddy, I ain’t gonna hurt you. It’s alright pal. Let me take a look atcha.”
As a true animal lover, I was immediately enraged. Someone had intentionally abused this poor defenseless animal and either abandoned it or it was able to limp off to the woods. The little male pup, couldn’t be older than a year was bleeding from four different wounds on the side of his sand colored body. The second I scooped him up, he was whining and cowering in fear.
“You’re alright little man. I’m gonna take care of ya. Let’s see if we can getcha to a vet.” I call Aika’s vet office and unfortunately there is no answer. Janet must still be taking her lunch break.
I see Alex walking outside to grab some of the flooring to bring inside and yell for him to come here.
“What’s up, Sy?”
“Just found this little guy beat to hell by the woods.”
“Jesus. What kind of bastards do that to an animal?” Alex ponders as he was looking at the injured and sick animal. 
“I’m gonna see if Dr. Robinson’s in. Hopefully I can get the little feller in today but I need you to run the site until I get back.”
“No problem, Sy. Didn’t she just have another kid? I’m not sure if she’ll be there but I know Jessica said something about them hiring a new vet so I’m sure someone will be around.”
The veterinarian’s office was only a fifteen-minute drive from the site so after giving the poor thing some water, I loaded him up and drove there.
On the ride over, he seemed to relax a bit and not shake as bad as he had been and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
“Oh Austin! How good to see you! Did your Aika have an appointment?”
“Hey Ms. Janet, is Dr. Robinson in? It’s not for Aika. I found this guy by the woods and he’s been hurt something awful.”
“Heavens to Betsy! Poor little angel! Elizabeth is out on maternity leave but we’ve hired a new vet. You'll like her. Let me check with her and see if she can work you in.”
“Yes ma’am.”
A few moments later, Janet scurries back and directs me to an exam room with the little guy. I guess I could have just dropped him off and went back to work but my heart just couldn’t stand it. Hell, I fought to bring back Aika from Afghanistan because of how quickly I fell in love with her and she’s been the best dog ever. I can’t imagine leaving this little guy to potentially die from his injuries without a friendly face nearby.
*Knock Knock!*
The door opens and my heart stops at the same time. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen enters while carrying a clipboard and a stethoscope. She’s a petite little thing only reaching to my shoulders with long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, and crystal blue eyes that feel like they see straight to my soul.
“Hi, I’m Dr. Emma Miller. I hear you found this little guy in the woods?”
“Uh, yes ma’am. Hello there, I’m Austin Syverson. Yeah, I uh, I found him and he looks like he’s been abused.”
She smiles brightly and shakes my hand when I introduce myself and the moment I touch her soft skin, I can hardly think straight. Why the hell do I feel so jittery? It’s just a beautiful woman Sy. Get ahold of yourself. I tell her exactly what I found and she quickly starts examining him while speaking to him in a sweet voice.
“Hi sweet boy. You poor thing! I’m so sorry someone has been treating you so horribly. We’re going to take care of you, yes we are. You’re going to be good as new! I’m going to give you some fluids because you’re dehydrated little guy. Once we get some fluids in you, I’ll try giving you some food. How about that little man?”
I can’t help but smile as she baby talks to him while inserting an IV in his tiny arm and starting him on fluids. She examines the wounds more carefully before retrieving a pair of things that look like tweezers.
“If I had to guess, I would say this guy is about 10-12 months old. I suspect these wounds on his side are from a BB gun. Would you mind holding his head? I’m going to give him some pain relief in his IV to help him relax and then try and clean the area and see if I can remove them. We’re a bit short staffed at the moment with Dr. Robinson out and two of our techs calling in sick so I’ll need your help if that’s okay?”
“Fucking BB guns.” I murmur under my breath. Damn some people are just the worst.
“I’m happy to help.” I tell her quickly and take up residence next to the puppy’s head to hold him still.
“Thank you.” She replies quietly while concentrating on rubbing some brown cleaner across each wound.
I can’t help but watch her as she focuses on removing all four bb’s and placing them into a metal bowl. She’s so effortlessly beautiful and incredibly adorable as she works on the dog who seems to be feeling so much better with the medication and fluids that he has received. She sews up each wound quickly and efficiently. The pup seems to be almost as captivated by her as I am. When she’s done, he even attempts to wag his tail for her. Dr. Miller explains that he will need a flea and tick bath before she can dress the wounds because he has several fleas on him and she doesn’t want them getting into the incisions.
“Mr. Syverson, I hate to keep you from your day. Would you want to just come back for him in a little while? I have to do an exam on a yorkie with diabetes but then I’ll bathe him on my break and get his wounds dressed.”
“Sugar?” I ask.
“I’m sorry, pardon?” She responds a bit flustered.
I smirk as I see the blush tinting her cheeks. “The yorkie. Is it named Sugar?”
“Oh! Yes! Someone you know?”
“My grandma’s neighbor, Mrs. Clayton, has a yappy little yorkie named Sugar and I believe I overheard that it has diabetes.”
“Yes, well that would be her.” She smirks back.
“I don’t mind waiting with the little guy. Is it alright if I stay and help you bathe him? Since your short staffed and all?” I ask with my most charming smile.
Her beaming grin tells me all I need to know. “Sure, Mr. Syverson. Can you give me about twenty minutes?”
“Only if you’ll call me Austin or Sy. Mr. Syverson is my pawpaw.” I say with a grin.
“Alright Austin. I’m going to leave you with some wet food on the table for this little fellow, but can I trust you to only give him small amounts slowly? We don’t know when his last meal was so we don’t want to overwhelm his belly.”
“Yes ma’am.” I mock salute at her with two fingers and she giggles when she leaves the exam room. I swear the moment she did I was a goner. I need to find a way to hear that giggle more.
“Well little guy, it looks as though we are helping each other out, huh? You ain’t the only one broken and battered.” I say as I give the dog a small plastic spoonful of wet dog food that he almost swallows hole.
“What should I call you?” I hypothesize aloud while the pup continues eating sloppily from the spoon I’m holding.
“Since Dr. Miller here patched you up, how about Miller? We can call you Mills for short. What do you think about that? I like it.”
Emma finally returns to the exam room and is happy to see that the Mills has eaten the food I gave him and kept it all down. Due to the food, medications, and fluids he received you can already tell a slight difference in his demeanor.
“Let’s get you all cleaned up, shall we?” She says while carefully picking him up and carrying him to the back of the building before pausing. “You coming, Austin?” She asks.
God, I hope I will be soon. I think before I rush over to open the exam door for her and follow her to the back.
“You know, I’m breaking rules by letting you back here so don’t make me regret it.” She says to me teasingly as she carefully sets Mills into a large stainless-steel sink and begins to bathe him with medicated shampoo.
“You don’t have to worry about me, Dr. Miller.”
“No, if I have to call you Austin, you have to call me Emma. It’s only fair.”
“Well, Emma is a beautiful name so that will be easy. If you don’t mind my asking, where are you from? We haven’t had a new vet in town since Dr. Robinson came and that was probably ten years ago.” I watch as Emma carefully removes three ticks from his fur and want to outwardly cringe. Ticks are the devil’s bug.
“I’m from Alabama. I’ve only been in Texas for about a month but just started working in the office this last week.” She tells me as she very carefully continues to clean Mills.
“What brought you all the way out here? Did your husband get transferred out here or something?”
She side eyes my question with a smirk. “Nope, just the job. No husband or kids. No boyfriend either in case that was your next question.” She remarks sarcastically.
My stomach flips with excitement even though she caught on to what I was really fishing for.
“Well, I’m certainly glad you’re here. For Mills’ health needs of course.” I add quickly while gesturing to the pup.
“Mills?”
“Yup. Short for Miller, after the doctor who’s taking care of him.”
Her cheeks blush bright red as she runs a flea comb gently through his fur. “Well aren’t you just the charmer. I’m surprised Janet didn’t warn me about you. She’s been clueing me in on pretty much the entire town.”
“Ah, good ole’ Janet. She knows there’s no need to warn you about me. She’s known me since I was in diapers so that should tell you enough about my character if she didn’t warn you off.”
“That’s good to know. So, are you planning on keeping little Mills? Or are you wanting us to adopt him out once he’s all healed?”
“Oh, I plan on keeping him if that’s alright. As long as my girl, Aika, is okay with it I’ll keep him. Can’t imagine sending him off to a stranger after what he’s already been through.”
“Well, if your girlfriend isn’t on board with keeping him just let us know and we can see about arranging a foster for him until he’s able to be put up for adoption.” She says while stepping a little further away from me.
Girlfriend? Oh dumbass, you made her think Aika is your girlfriend.
“Aika’s my German Shepard. I don’t have a wife, kids, or a girlfriend either.” I said poking fun at her sarcastic comment from earlier.
Emma grins but just continues to rinse Mills off. She notices that one of his paws looks a bit swollen but she can’t find any cuts or wounds so she thinks it may just be bruised from trying to run from his abuser.
Once we get him dried off, I hold his head again for her to clean and dress the wounds on his side and I’m dreading leaving.
“So, I’ll need to see little Mills in 3 days to check his wounds and remove the stitches. I need you to clean and redress the wounds one time a day like I’ve shown you. I’ve got his medication and antibiotics here and a couple of cans of that wet food that you fed him earlier. I recommend continuing to feed it to him slowly so that his tummy doesn’t get upset. Nobody likes waking up to a dog throwing up or having diarrhea in the house. If he does okay with that food we can discuss increasing his food intake at the next appointment. Do you have any questions, Austin?”
“Just one. Can I get your number, Emma? You know, in case I have questions about your prodigy, Little Mills, here.” I add with a smirk.
“I’m sure you have the number for the vet’s office.” She smirks.
“That I do, but I’d like yours as well, please.” I ask with my most convincing smile.
“Alright, alright. Just don’t advertise it. The last thing I need is people like Mrs. Clayton calling me after hours.” She concedes with a giggle and I can’t help my boisterous laughter at the last part.
“Nobody wants someone like Mrs. Clayton calling them all the time. That woman would talk to a wall just to hear her own voice.” I hand her my phone and she quickly types her number and I save it under “Mills’ Future Mama” and smirk to myself.
I pay and make the next appointment for Mills and then head to the local pet store for a collar, leash, dog bed, and more dog food. Luckily, Mills sleeps on the ride home and I can’t decide if he’s finally realized I’m not going to hurt him or if he’s still drowsy from the effects of the meds he received. I head home and send Alex an update that I’ll be back at the site tomorrow.
When I get home, I bring everything inside before carrying Mills over to Aika and carefully introducing him. After the initial excitement wears off, Aika heads outside to the backyard and I’m relieved that she seems to accept him. She’s always been such a good dog so hopefully I can rely on her to show our little rookie around and teach him our routines.
I go about showering and eating dinner, but I can’t seem to get my mind off Emma. I obviously want to play it cool but she has infiltrated my mind to the point where I just can’t think of anything else. I know this is a bad idea but I can't stop myself. I decide to take a picture of Mills in his little bed and text it to her.
Sy: <attached image>
Mills’ Future Mama: I’m glad to see my namesake is adjusting to his new life. I take it that his sibling accepts him?
Mills’ Future Mama: Also, you’re lucky I opened that picture text. Typically receiving a picture from an unknown number is never a good thing 😖
Sy: Sounds like your mind is in the gutter or you have some seriously unhinged acquaintances, darlin. Aika has accepted him into the pack without hesitation.
Mills’ Future Mama: More like, men are nasty and will take any opportunity to send an unsolicited dick pic to even the most unwilling recipients. Glad you found the little guy. He seems right at home.
Sy: He is. You should come visit him sometime.
Mills’ Future Mama: Why would I do that when he’ll be in my office in three days?
Sy: Maybe to see his owner?
Mills’ Future Mama: I’d imagine his daddy will be the one bringing him back to my office though?
Sy: Alright then, how about I make you some dinner at my place? Say tomorrow at 5pm?
Mills’ Future Mama: Make it 5:30 and I’ll be there. Just know I’ll be sending your information to my best friend in case you try and murder me.
Sy: What type of people were you surrounded by in Alabama? 🤨
Mills’ Future Mama: I was actually in a super safe town. Just watch too many crime shows to make careless mistakes.
Sy: Smart lady. You can tell whoever you want, darlin’. I’ve got nothing to hide and I appreciate a woman who has some self-preservation skills.
Mills’ Future Mama: Trust me, I’m very skilled at many things. 😜
Sy: Damn woman, I’m trying my best to be a gentleman here. It’s not fair to tease me.
Mills’ Future Mama: Not teasing. Just stating facts. 🙃
Sy: Tomorrow can’t get here soon enough. Here’s my address. Any food allergies?
Mills’ Future Mama: Nope! I’ll bring dessert. I’m interested to test your cooking prowess.
Sy: You’re killing me.
Mills’ Future Mama: See you tomorrow!
Part 2
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peyton-warren · 8 months
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Roses and Flame
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Characters: plus size female reader, Captain Syverson
Pairings: Sy x Reader
Fandoms: Sandcastle, Henry Cavill characters
Word count: 2097
Type: fluffy birthday smut
Warning: 18+. Minors DNI. P in V, Oral (f receiving- this is Sy we are talkinga bout), Daddy Kink, ass appreciation
Summary: Sy has a birthday present waiting for his girl when she returns home. (The present is birthday sex)
Author's Note: @ellethespaceunicorn asked for a horned up Sy for thier birthday fic, and i get bonus points for mentioning thier big booty. Hopefully this fits the brief, hon. If it doesn't, lets blame it on me having covid. Thank you to @adulting-sucks for the beta.
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“Happy birthday, Pretty Girl,” the familiar rumbling voice cuts through the darkness of your shared home as you step through the door, flush from your evening out with friends and the few drinks you’d had.  
As you close the door, you hear the unmistakable sound of a lighter being sparked to life, and you are mesmerized to watch Sy light a single candle, illuminating his face.  Dropping your bag to your feet, you grin as you move towards each other in the darkened room, Sy softly humming the song appropriate for this day, his eyes dancing in the tiny flame.  “Happy birthday to you,” he finishes just above a whisper as he stops in front of you, holding a plate with a single cupcake on it.   
Grinning widely at him for a moment, you close your eyes and make your wish, before blowing out the flame, leaving you in darkness.  You giggle. “Now what, handsome?”
His empty hand expertly finds its way to your waist, settling on your hip, drawing your bodies closer as his other hand moves out from between you. Even in the darkness of the room, you could see his smile as you heard him settle the plate on a shelf behind you.  “Now I get to give the birthday girl her wish,” he smugly answers, narrowing the distance between you even more.  His wickedly playful smile makes you back up until your shoulders and heel come in contact with the built in bookshelves in your living room. Your hands land on his chest, not so much to push him away but just to feel him.  
“And you think you know what my wish was?” you ask, your voice fading as his lips brush yours, stray bits of his beard making your skin sing a tune all its own.  
Sy hums in the affirmative as his teeth nipped at your bottom lip.  “I know my girl.  Inside,” suggestiveness dripping from his lips like honey. “Annnd out.” His hands loudly land on your ample backside, grabbing two hands full and holding you fast to him as his lips finally meet yours.    
As your mouths share a fiery kiss, your hands skirt up his chest, over his shoulders.  One hooks on the back of his neck to steady you as you stand on your tiptoes, eager to meet his passionate kiss. Your other hand curls into the muscle around his clavicle, as you press closer to him.   
You feel his fingers on your ass begin to bunch the skirt of your dress up, inch by inch.  But as short and tight as the skirt is that you wore out to dinner with your girlfriends, it isn't  very long before you feel cool air caressing your delicate skin where your thighs met your ass.  Once it is fully bunched at your waist, one of his thick fingers traces the lace string that runs between your cheeks, choosing to pinch and pluck it, snapping it back against your skin, making you jump a little closer to him with a giggle.  
The hand on his shoulder slides over his chest, nails scraping over the soft material of his well worn shirt, making Sy hum into your mouth as his tongue twisted with yours.  Your fingers find their way under the shirt, skimming over his belly, making his skin jump at your touch.  You match his hum as the warmth of his skin fills your digits and you chase the hair on his abs, following down to his waist.  You hook your finger over the button at the top of his jeans, tugging enough to make his hips hiccup towards you.  The man hovering above you growls lowly against your lips, meanicingly as his tongue snakes back into his mouth. “Yup, I guessed what your wish was,” he eagerly admits, hooking his hands under your thighs, and hauling you up his front, rubbing as much of him as he could against as much of you. You hiss at the feel of your hardened nipples rubbing against him through the silky tight material of your dress. 
Turning with a few determined steps, Sy deposits you on the couch, his lips never leaving yours as he settles one knee between your legs, his body hovering over yours.  You hook your hand behind his neck, trying to draw him down on top of you, but he had other thoughts.  Wrapping his beefy hand around your wrist, he pulls your hand from him, holding it over your head as he moves to kiss your neck. His tongue and teeth conducted a concert against your delicate skin, in perfect harmony with his whiskers rubbing against you just this side of too much.  When you tried to move your hand to grab his head, his grip on your wrist firmed, not letting you do anything more than wiggle your fingers. “No, ma’am, stay,” he growls as his other hand deftly unties the straps of your top, pushing the silky material aside to get to his current destination.  With an appreciative hum, Sy dips his head between your breasts, depositing an admiring peck in the valley, while his beard teased and tempted your skin.  When you arch off the couch to try to get more of the sensation, he wraps his other hand around your hip, keeping you flat to the sofa while giving you a warning nip against your breast.   “Uh-hu,” he chides.
“But it's my birthday,” you half whine, a pout forming on your lower lip that he could sense even in the dark.  With a low chuckle, he raises his head and pecks the pout.  “And I am giving you my present, and you will be grateful for it,” he insists as his lips wrapped around one of your nipples sucking hard while swirling his tongue around the peak, making you whimper at the feeling.  
“Yes, Daddy,” you acquiesce.  
Tightening his grip on your wrist he smiles against you.  “Good girl, my Pretty Girl,” he mumbles into your breast, biting gently as he slips the material of your dress lower, followed closely by his mouth.  Skipping over the pooled dress, Sy settles on his belly on the couch, releasing your wrist.  “You keep that there, yes?” he instructs.  
“Yes, Daddy,” you grit, wanting to chase his head with your palm, wanting to feel his half grown out curls in between your fingers but follow his instructions.   You feel the heat of his breath against your mound as he answers you -“My good girl”- a half second before you feel his tongue tease along the scrap of lace between your legs.  Anticipating your movements, Sy hooks his arms over your hips, his forearms pinning you down as his hands reach for your breasts, squeezing them in tandem with the movement of his mouth against you.  Your whines pierce the air as you wither under him, twitching, trying to direct his movements to where you want him, but he is not having it, and doubles down on the pressure to your hips.  With a maneuver that still astounds you, the man uses his teeth and tongue to move your thong to the side allowing him access to your most sensitive flesh, his tongue lapping at the wetness he found there.  “Goddamn, beautiful,” he mutters against you as your taste hits his palette, as if it was the first time.  You feel the lower portion of the couch move, and you know he's rubbing his clothed cock against the cushions, a poor substitute for your flesh but the one he chose for now until he was satisfied that you were sated below him first.  
With an abruptness, Sy sits up yanking your thong from your body, possibly with a snapping noise.  Before you can object, he also hauls his shirt over his head, tossing them both to parts unknown before settling back between your thighs, with a sharp smack against one.  He hums low, following the smack with a gentle bite.  “Could eat you up, darlin,” he mutters into the stinging flesh of your leg.  You smile to yourself as your legs settle over his shoulders, feeling the heat of him pressing to the back of your thighs as his tongue swirled through your pedals, from back to front.  The tip finds your hidden pearl with practiced ease, sweeping over it, teasing it, making your fingers curl into the cushion above your head as your hips arched into him.  
Sy slides  one of his fingers through your slick, dancing at your entrance until your whimpers are at a fever pitch.  With a little extra flare, he slides two fingers into you, curling them just right to stork across the spot that made you see stars.  You whined happily as he began suckling on your clit, the flicks of his tongue matching with his fingers movements, working in perfect concert.  It doesn't take him long at all to make you forget yourself, as your hand brackets his head, nails curling into his hair.  “Yes,  yes, right there,”  you could feel him smirk against you as he doubled his efforts, expertly taking you apart with just his fingers and his tongue.  His assault does not cease until you are a quivering mess below him, melting into the cushions below you.   
Your brain is still fuzzy as you hear him chuckle, and you open your eyes to find him grinning down at you, his clean hand brushing hair back from your face as he looks at you adoringly.  “There she is,” He mutters, looking rather pleased with himself. In your haze you had missed him turning the light on the side table on low. 
“That all I get for my birthday?” you teased, leaning up to kiss him, pulling him in closer, nipping at his bottom lip as feeling trickled back into your body, into your limbs making them less limp and more movable. Tongues flared over each other as you kissed him, sated but not yet done.  
With a smirk you could feel against your lips, Sy stands beside the couch and peels his jeans off, taking his boxers with them, standing beside you as naked as the day he was born, his cock proudly extended, looking angry and weeping.  “Of course not, girl,” he growls.  Grabbing you by the hips, he effortlessly lifts you and flips you over, settling you on your knees.  Drawing your ass into the air, he spears his cock into you before you can even draw a breath.  “Goddamn, pretty girl, this recoil of yours,” he mutters, thrusting into you, making your ass jiggle and wiggle with each movement, his eyes entranced.  You didn’t even hide the giggle and pleased smile that it encouraged from you as you looked over your shoulder, watching him watch your ass.  It was always his favorite part of you, not your boobs, not your pussy.  Caleb Syverson was an ass man, your ass man.   
Catching you watching him, Sy growls loudly and pushes you forward, making you collapse onto the sofa, pressing you down with all of his weight.  As your thighs close, you both hiss at the tight sensation it adds to your coupling.  One arm braces on the back of the sofa, Sy buries his face in your hair on the back of your head, inhaling your intoxicating scent as he continues to attempt to fuck you through the living room furniture.  HIs mouth finds your ear, tugging on an ear lobe as his hips increase their pace at your hum of pleasure.  
“You with me, Pretty Girl?” he asks into your neck.  You could do little but nod as the pleasure spirals from your belly outward.   At the feel of his teeth against the back of your shoulder, you had no choice but to explode around his cock, your body responding hard to him, tightening around him, making him groan louder against your skin.  “Good.  Girl.”  he punctuates each word with a slam of his hips against your ass.  Grabbing the ass cheek towards the outside of the couch, Sy pushes  it aside to look at where you are  joined.  That is Sy’s undoing.  He growls between clenched teeth as he empties himself inside of you, rocking against you, eyes focused on the jello-like movement of your backside as he moves.  
With a sudden smack on your ass, he drapes his weight over you, tucking his arms on either side of you and in a way hugging you tight for a brief moment.  “Happy Birthday, sugar,” he mumbles to you before pecking your cheek. 
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fantasiesinflight · 5 months
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I'm not saying it's Sy, but it's Sy
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Henry Cavill as Captain Syverson in Sand Castle (2017)
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zealoushound · 2 years
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Welcome home, Daddy
Summary: You were four months pregnant when Sy was deployed. One night after your son is born you’re woken up by a phone call: Sy has a surprise for you.
Pairing: Syverson x reader
Word Count: 1,489
Warnings: Fluff. Deployment of husband while reader is pregnant, breastfeeding.
A/N: This is my first story in a while. Sorry for the long absence but I had really lost my mojo there for a while. This story snuck up on me out of nowhere, and wouldn’t take no for an answer so here we are! Thank you guys for sticking by me and being patient with me.
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Even in the beginning you knew this was going to be difficult. Not the pregnancy itself, more rather the absence of your husband during it.
Sy had been deployed when you were only four months along. Saying he did not go happily was an understatement. Unlike any of the others he’d been assigned, Sy fought this deployment tooth and nail. Ultimately he had been powerless to change his hand.
You’d reassured him that everything would be ok, and he’d be back in time to see the birth. You both knew that may not happen, but you both held onto the hope that you were right.
A month later you received the first phone call from him since his departure. He would have to stay until their objective was complete. Meaning there was no way he, or anyone else, could tell you when he would be home.
Over the next three months you, and the rest of the Syverson family tried like mad to make sure Sy would be home on the day of your induction.
The Army seemed to want the Captain to be there to witness the birth of his child almost as much as the rest of his family. Yet, given the location and the degree of difficulty pf this mission, he wasn’t going to be easily tracked down. Even with the powers that be making great efforts to get in contact with anyone on, or nearby, the Special Forces team that Sy was leading.
As fate would have it, your little one had different plans anyway. You went into labor two weeks early. They couldn’t reach Sy in time. He called you on a grainy Skype call two days later.
“Oh, Mama,” his breath caught as he spoke, “you did good. You did so good, sweetheart.” He beamed with pride over you and his little one. The two of you talked for a few more minutes before he called over someone passing by. “Hey Tommy, you wanna meet my kid?”
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Two months later. You’d grown accustomed to the late night feedings, the mountains of diapers, and being spit up on. Not to mention you’d almost cracked the code behind your son's confusing cries.
Tonight was a bit different.
You woke to an odd noise and blindly reached for your phone. In your delirious, sleepy haze you tried to shush the ringing cell phone under your patting hand as if it were your baby.
When you realized what you were doing you rolled your eyes at yourself. Waking fully you reached again for your now silent phone on the nightstand.
The dim screen boasted the picture of you with Sy at the going away party his parents had held at their home. You were both in a Charlie’s Angels pose holding NERF guns. You couldn’t stop laughing long enough to make it a serious pose; Sy on the other hand wore the perfect war face.
The large white numbers read 2:12, beneath them in the notification bubble:
Sy
Missed Call
Your heart flip flopped. Quickly sitting up you jostled the sleeping infant next to you. Letting out a small startled cry, he calmed after hearing your soothing voice. Cradling him close to you caused him to root against your milk swollen breast so you offered to nurse.
You had planned to call Sy back as soon as your son was settled but he beat you to it. Before it even really rang you answered.
“Sy?!” You spoke excitedly in a hushed tone.
“Hey darlin’,” you melted hearing that deep southern drawl. “I didn’t wake ya now did I?”
“Yeah. It’s alright, it was almost time to feed him anyway. Is everything ok?”
“Yeah, just wanted to call you while I had the chance.”
You smiled. Hearing his voice, no matter how far away, would always make you feel like everything was right in the world.
“I’m glad you did. We’ve missed you.” You looked down into the most beautiful blue eyes you had ever seen. Little one was definitely going to look like his father.
“I’ve missed you both so much, darlin.”
Putting it on speaker you sat the phone back over on the nightstand. You sat back against the headboard and listened to Sy talk for a minute, realizing how clear his words were. Normally the service there was iffy at best.
“How’s our little one?”
“Good! He’s nursing now.”
“I thought I could hear those little grunts. Hungry little guy, aren't ya pal?"
Chuckling softly you looked down at your beautiful little boy. You heard the faint, but unmistakable sound of keys jingling together. Before you could ask him what he was doing he interrupted your thoughts.
“The Thompson’s never patched that hole in their garage door did they?”
“Nah, Janice told me Bill was going to, but their new dog likes running in and out of there like it’s a doggy door.”
Sy laughed. It wasn't a big laugh but it made your eyes well up with tears. You missed him like crazy.
“You know what we need?”
You made a soft hmm sound while checking on your son.
“Somma those solar light things for the driveway. Make it easier to see what the hell I'm doing out here in the dark. Wow, the rose bush really has really taken off.”
It was cute; Sy was being Sy again. He wasn’t grumpy or sad right now. He was rambling things off like he would if he were home. This conversation didn't feel rushed or crowded.
It was intimate, quiet.
Quiet.
No static. No iffy service.
Realization hit you.
“Sy, Missed call.”
That call had come from his personal phone.
When he was deployed it was either a foreign number or a blocked number that showed up. In Sy’s words, his personal phone was a ‘glorified paper weight’ out there.
He’s home.
“Sy?” Your voice caught in your throat.
“Yes baby?”
Your ears perked up instantly listening for any signs of your husband.
“Are you…” you trailed off.
You could faintly hear the front door opening slowly downstairs.
“Am I?” He asked with a calm, playful cheerfulness.
You heard the unmistakable thud of his worn combat boots on the hardwood.
You couldn’t speak. You just silently wept with joy.
Hearing his footsteps on the stairs you wondered if this was only a dream that you would eventually wake from. No this was real and the anticipation was killing you.
The top step. No matter what, Sy would always step on the creaky spot. It was like he couldn't avoid it no matter how he tried.
You waited.
*CREAK*
A whisper of “shit..” crescendoed into the phone and through the hall. You tried not to laugh too loud as your son's eyes had just begun to flutter back to sleep.
The phone disconnected as you saw his large silhouette enter the door frame. He paused for a moment; breathing in the smells of home, taking in the sight of you nursing his newborn son.
The bedroom floor groaned under his weight as he came closer, just as it always had. Sy undid his belt, his pants hit the floor at the foot of the bed. Shucking off his gray Army t-shirt, he climbed in under the covers to lay beside you.
You watched him carefully. His eyes had only left yours once since he walked in. You wiped the tears from your face as he settled in beside you. Sy looked down at the content, beautiful little boy that the two of you had made.
Sy reached out with a shaky hand. He wanted so badly to touch him but he was afraid.
“Can I?"
You nodded, "of course you can."
“I won’t hurt him or nothin’, will I?” His hand hovered over his face. “I won’t wake him?”
“Oh honey. No, you won’t hurt him. It’ll be ok if you wake him. He’s pretty good about sleeping though.”
Sy’s fingers gently stroked the top of his son’s head. He marveled at the amount of hair he had and you reminded him of all the times you complained with heartburn.
You just thought you couldn't be more in love with Sy. He leaned over and kissed the sleeping boy's forehead. Your son rewarded him with a brilliant Syverson smile.
“Are you ready to hold him?
Sy smiled bigger than you’d seen in months.
“Yeah.” He sat up on the bed as you turned to present him with his son. Placing the little boy in his arms you looked up to see Sy doing something you’d never seen.
Sy was crying. Unashamed, tears of joy poured down your war hero's chiseled face. His breath hitched as he spoke to his son for the first time.
“Hey little guy. I’m your dad.” More tears sprang forward for you both when his little hand grasped Sy’s wide finger.
“Welcome home, Daddy.” You whispered before kissing his cheek.
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Pic edited by me, not my photo. I do not own Captain Syverson or Sandcastle.
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gummydummy19 · 3 months
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Hi Gummy!<3
You shared that awful experience and I imagine...
Captain Sy and his insubordinate younger brother. His brother (let's say, Jim?) flirted with you in a pub. You don't really spark and he seemed a bit too slick for your liking, but Jim is persistent and (gradually annoying). It was not long before Captain Sy came barging in and took his younger brother home (and surprise surprise, Jim isn't reaching his drinking age yet XD), which is how you met. Maybe you met him again a few days later in the same pub, maybe you worked on a project that involves the military (hence Sy)
And somehow one of the worst encounters you have had in your life turns out to be the one in which you met the love of your life :3
Just a lil thot :3
JDHDKHCB JAM WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE THE BEST IDEAS I absolutely freaking love this oml
How I met your mother
Content Warnings: fluff, swearing, unwanted flirting (from Sy's brother)
Word Count: 1.9k+
A/N: Since we're in the middle of the holidays, I decided to give this a little holiday twist :)) Imagine this as a throwback to how you met your hunky husband Sy... In the throwback Jim is 19, Sy is 27, and the reader is 23. In the present Sy is 42, reader is 38, Jim is 34.
Alright? All clear? Everyone good? Let's get this party started then
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The entire family was gathered around your beautifully decorated dining table. It was well past midnight, and everyone was stuffed full of delicious food and the expensive wine you saved for special occasions. Sy had his hand resting on your thigh as you both listened to his dad share stories of when he was in the Navy.
"Fuck!" you heard your 13-year-old son yell from the couch behind you, waking up your 9-year-old daughter who was dozing off on her dad's lap.
"Jacob!" you snapped your head back at him, but the boy just rolled his eyes at you.
He was playing some new zombie-murder-call thievery videogame he had gotten for Christmas, courtesy of his uncle Jim.
"Don't you roll your eyes at your mother", Sy stepped in, "and watch your mouth, or that game is going on the shelf till summer."
"But dad!" he whined
"No buts!"
Now it was your turn to put your hand on your husband's thigh, giving him a sweet look to let him know you'd handle it.
"Jake, why don't you come sit with us for a little bit, hmm? Haven't you played long enough?"
"Oh come on, let the kid have some fun", Jim chimed in, earning an angry glare from his brother Sy.
"Yeah and who better to teach him that than his uncle Jim, right?" Sy spat.
"What's that supposed to mean?", Jim shot back.
"You know damn well what that means."
"Dad?" your little girl tugged on Sy's shirt.
"Yes, princess?"
"Don't you think Uncle Jim is fun?"
"Of course I do, Maya, it's just that Uncle Jim used to give us a whole lot of trouble, just like your brother gives us right now."
"Hey!" Jim and Jacob groan simultaneously.
"Oh, I think Jim caused quite some more trouble than our Jakey", you defended your son, who had finally sat down next to you at the table. You gave him a loving ruffle through his brown curls, remembering what Sy's hair used to look like before he started buzzing it off.
"Yeah well, give him a couple years", Jim joked.
"What kinda trouble did Uncle Jim get into?", your little girl chimed in again.
The three of you exchanged some looks before you finally spoke up. "Oh, I can think of a few things, but my favorite one is the story of how your father and I met", you smiled.
"Oh god", Jim groaned, "Can't you just tell them about the pranks I pulled in college or something?"
"No no", Sy chuckled, "I quite like this particular story".
"I love storytime!" your daughter yelled out excitedly.
"I'm kinda intrigued now too," Jake agreed, grinning at his uncle.
Sy's mother gave her husband a look as she sipped from her herb tea and you knew she loved this story too.
"It was 15 years ago", you started, "Me and my friends had just graduated college that summer. By wintertime, a couple of us had started working, or even gotten married, so we decided to catch up right before the holidays"
Flashback
"I can't believe it's almost been six whole months since we've all gotten together" your friend Sarah chided before taking a sip of her cosmo. “I know, I’ve missed you guys like crazy!” You said honestly. The five of you sat there and talked for what felt like hours, sipping on cosmo’s and sharing the juiciest stories from work or dating drama. It was like no time had passed at all.
“Alright girls, I’m gonna go get another refill anyone else need anything?”, you asked as you got up to walk towards the bar. The drinks were definitely starting to get to your head, but you didn’t care in the slightest. This was the most fun you’d had in weeks.
With a fuzzy head, you made your way over to the bar, still giggling at a joke your friend made 10 minutes ago. Leaning against the polished wood, you managed to catch the bartender's attention. "Um, two... wait, no, three more of these," you mumbled in your slightly tipsy state as you shoved your empty glass toward him.
You were patiently waiting for your drinks when a young, arrogant-looking guy slid up next to you, "Hey there! What are we drinking tonight?" he asked and you rolled your eyes.
"Just a couple drinks with my friends" you replied curtly, avoiding eye contact with him.
"Just you and your girls, huh? No boyfriend?"
"Nope."
"Are you looking for one?"
"Nope."
"Hmm I see, more a hit and run kinda gal, huh?" he smirked.
Damn, this guy was annoying.
"Look pal, I'm trying to have a good time with my girls, alright?" You finally turned to look at him. He sure wasn't ugly, but not your type. Besides, he looked a little on the young side you thought and you started to wonder if he should even be in here.
"That's alright baby, I'm all for good times", he stated with a proud grin, making you roll your eyes again.
The bartender slid over your drinks and grabbed them quickly "I'm not your 'baby', now if you will excuse me", you pushed passed him but his hand gently grabbed onto your waist.
"Oh come on, don't be like that...", if your hands hadn't been full you would have smacked him in the face for sure. You looked down at his hands on you and then straight into his eyes.
"You have about two seconds to get your hands off me before you get covered in Cosmo's and my knee introduces itself to your crotch."
"I just-" he started and you got ready to throw your 30 dollars worth of cocktails in his face.
"JIM!", a loud roar sounded through the bar, grabbing everyone's attention, including yours and the guy holding onto you.
He quickly dropped his hands and took a step back from you as the man who just entered stalked towards him. The entire movement made you drop your drinks, but you were too startled to care.
"L-logan....the hell are you doing here, man?", the boy stuttered and his whole demeanor changed in a split second.
"Me? What the fuck do you think you're doing here?!", you let your eyes roam over his body as he yelled out. He was clearly older than you. And definitely older than the arrogant guy. It was obvious that they knew each other. You wondered how. They seemed like two very different guys. The older one had a casual confidence whereas the younger one had made up arrogance.
You stayed frozen in place as you watched them yell at each other. The more you looked at their faces the more you started to notice similarities. The older one was bigger, with quite a bit more muscle to him, but they had the same strong jaw and nose, and their eyes were the same gorgeous shade of blue. Could they be...
"Miss, I'm really sorry for my brother."
"I uhm,...okay, that's okay", you mumbled.
The man gave you a friendly look before sticking his hand out.
"I'm Logan Syverson, but everyone calls me Sy. And that's my little brother Jimmy. I'm really sorry if he gave you any trouble, he's been acting out a bit lately."
You shook his hand without breaking eye contact. The second your skin made contact with his you felt your stomach drop...weird.
"Hey, I'm not a fucking kid!" Jim yelled out, earning an angry glare from Sy.
"Then maybe you should stop acting like one, Jimmy. You really think I wouldn't notice you taking my fucking bike? Huh?", Sy yelled, "You're taking the truck back home. Gimme my fucking keys back."
Reluctantly, Jim gave Sy the keys to his bike and Sy gave him the car keys in return.
"You didn't drink, did you?" Sy asked with a raised brow.
"No, Logan, I fucking didn't. Okay?!" he snapped before turning around and storming out. While you heard the car door slamming closed and the engine starting outside, Sy turned back to you.
"I'm really sorry about all that..." he scratched through his brown curls before his eye fell on the puddle of Cosmo's on the floor, "Oh christ, uh, here, please let me buy you a new round," he said, already pulling out his wallet.
"Oh no, no it's okay really, you don't have to", you assured him.
"No, I insist. I promise I won't stick around to bother you or anything, but just let me pay for them, please?"
Now how could you say no to that?
"Alright then, if you insist", you gave him a sweet smile.
The two of you walked to the bar and as you waited for your order, you couldn't help but give him a once-over. He was wearing a dark pair of jeans and a black shirt with some old writing on it. He was much taller than you, and big...very big. With a mind that was still half tipsy, you couldn't help the words that left your mouth next.
"You know...", you started, getting his attention, "I wouldn't mind if you did stick around for a bit...to bother me."
You swore Sy's eyes twinkled for a second as you looked up at him. Of course, he found you attractive. You were probably the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Scratch that. Not probably, definitely.
But still, the gentleman in him wanted to politely refuse, given your clouded state and what his brother made you endure already, but then your hand touched his arm and your eyes found his. "Please? I insist", you pleaded, and Sy caved. "Alright then, if you insist...", he was only a man after all, and he could only take so much.
Meanwhile, at the girl's table, everyone was far too drunk and caught up in whatever story they were telling to have noticed what just went down. But all the giggling came to a quick stop when a tall handsome man towered over them with four cosmopolitans in his hand.
"Ladies, this is Sy", you introduced him, holding three more drinks, "My savior of the night, and the buyer of our next round."
End flashback
"Aww, dad was her hero!", Maya yelled out.
"He still is", you smiled, leaning into Sy and pressing a kiss on his shoulder.
"Hold on. So, you tried to hit on mom?", Jake turned to his uncle, "That's gross, dude."
"Alright, okay, I remember that story a little differently", Jim spoke up, looking even grumpier than before.
"He was just a teenager", you defended your brother-in-law.
"I was almost twenty", Jim stated.
"Yeah, that doesn't exactly help your case, bud", Sy spoke up, wrapping his arm around you as you tried to stifle a giggle.
"So what happened after that?", Maya asked curiously.
"Well, your dad was too nervous to ask for my number, so I asked for his."
"Hey! I was just trying to be a gentleman", Sy defended argued, giving your shoulder a squeeze.
"Sure thing, hun", you grinned, "The week after we met up again in that same bar, and the rest is history."
"Is that bar still there?", Jacob asked.
"Actually, they turned it into a restaurant, but it's still called Mickey's."
"Hey, isn't that where...", your son started
"Where your dad proposed to me, yeah." you smiled fondly. "and we still go there every year on our anniversary..."
The end
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shellyshellshell · 4 months
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Your Heart or Mine: Part One
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Attn: Y’all I am so sorry. I knoooow I said I’d write an August series next and like I said earlier I’m supposed to be writing Henry but Sy just wouldn’t leave me alone sooo here we go with another Sy series 👀 Hope yall aren’t disappointed and enjoy this!!! It’s really like porn with a little plot but we’ll get there when it comes to the plot eventually lol.
Word Count: 2,234
Pairing: Sy x Reader
Summary: You meet a sexy stranger in a bar.
Warnings: 18+, fingering, oral (female receiving), fucking in a truck, semi public sex (p in v), exhibitionism, bit of praise kink and body worship
The first time it ever happened you weren’t even meaning for it to. That night you and your cousin Dani had decided on a long awaited girl’s night together with your friends, you hadn’t even been looking for a hookup. You stood by the bar in your tightest jeans and black tank top waiting on your third round of drinks when he came up beside you. He was big and burly. Full beard with a cropped haircut and the most beautiful cerulean eyes you’d ever seen. You were trying hard not to stare, but when he caught you looking he smirked.
“It’s alright darlin’, you can look,” he drawled. Cocky bastard, you thought. “I’ve been lookin’ myself. Haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since you walked in here,” he added. Or maybe not. “Is that so?,” you said, flashing him a grin. “Hell yes. You’re the best lookin’ thing I’ve ever seen. I’d like to see more,” he said as his eyes darkened. You don’t know what came over you, maybe it was because it had been awhile, or maybe it was because this man was like sex on two legs, but suddenly, you wanted him to see, to touch, and taste every inch of you.
“I don’t even know your name,” you said after your brain could function again. “Eric, Eric Syverson. Most people call me Sy but you can call me whatever you want,” he said as he extended his hand out to you. You took it and introduced yourself before something dawned on you. “Didn’t we go to school together? I think you were a few years ahead of me,” you mused. He called the name of where he went to school and it all clicked. You hadn’t recognized him at first, but you remembered him now. He was handsome even then, but he’d turned into this absolute bear of a man now you hadn’t realized who he was at first.
He still had ahold of your hand and pulled you in closer. “Sugarplum, I’m sorry if I’m being too forward, but I’d sure like to take you out to my truck and have my way with you,” he rasped. Your breathing hitched in the back of your throat. You weren’t sure what it was but there was something about him… something that made you feel absolutely wild. You moved in closer, pushing your chest into his before putting your lips next to his ear and speaking. “I can’t think of anything I’d like more,” you whispered. You could feel him shudder against you before he quickly pulled you outside of the bar.
He pulled you around back and over to his truck before pressing you against it and kissing you with such ferocity it took your breath. He then grabbed you under your thighs and lifted you, pressing himself in between your legs. You could feel his hard cock pressed against you and ground your clothed center into him. He groaned deeply against your lips before fumbling with the door handle and all but tossing you into the back seat, making you yip.
He chuckled at your reaction before getting in and shutting the door. He straddled your legs and began pawing at your body. “You got too many clothes on Sugarplum,” he murmured before he started undressing you. He began with your top, then your bra. He groaned appreciatively at the sight of your bare breasts before reaching down and grabbing them up in his big hands. They were warm and rough, sending chills over your body. “Mmm,” you mewled as he began rolling your nipples under his thumbs.
“These are nice darlin’. Real nice,” he said before leaning down and taking a nipple in his mouth. Your body writhed beneath him at the feeling. When he let one go he just couldn’t neglect the other so he gave it the attention he thought it so well deserved. He kissed down your stomach before popping the button on your jeans. “You like oral Sugarplum?,” he mumbled against your skin as he continued to kiss you. “Hmm?,” he insisted. “I- I’ve never orgasmed from oral, but most men can’t find the fucking clit,” you panted. “I know exactly where it is, and I can show you,” he said assuredly.
“Okay,” you breathed. He slid your pants and underwear off before looking down at you. “Pretty,” he said, mostly to himself as he ran his fingers through your slick folds. He dipped one in. He slid it in and out, making you moan. “Shit,” he groaned. “What’s wrong,” you asked. “Not one thing darlin’. So tight and wet. You’re gonna feel amazin’,” he told you. “You got protection?,” you asked. “‘Course I do,” he replied before leaning down and flicking his tongue out against your clit.
“Fuck,” you cried out. “Told you I knew where it was,” he said before going right back to eating you out. He was swapping between licking and suckling your clit while continuing to move his finger in and out of you. Ragged little gasps came from deep within your throat, you in complete and total pleasure from what he was doing to you. He slid his arm beneath your thigh pulling you impossibly closer before reaching up and fondling your breast. Grabbing, pumping, licking, sucking. Again and again and again.
“Ssss- Sy,” you cried out as you came. “That’s right baby,” he cooed as he worked you through your orgasm. He kept licking your oversensitive clit, and added another finger to your aching cunt. “I- I can’t,” you gasped. “Just one more. Your little pussy tastes so good. I ain’t ready to stop yet”, he told you before starting back up. Before it was over you were squirming against his face and fingers chasing release. What finally sent you over the edge was him sucking your clit into his mouth and moving his tongue over it in quick, tight little flits. “Ooooh fuck,” you moaned while gripping at his forearms. “Mmhmm,” he groaned against you.
He finally pulled back taking the time to suck your juices off his fingers before ridding himself of his clothes. You looked down at his hard cock and bit your lip. It was so big you weren’t sure if it was going to fit. “You can touch if you want darlin’. I won’t bite, unless you want me to,” he winked. You sat up and ran your hands over his hairy chest, down his stomach, and finally to his girth. You wrapped your hand around it, stroking him a few times before taking your thumb and rubbing the precum over the head. “Shit baby,” he shuddered at the feeling. “I’ve never had one this big before,” to told him. He took your face in his hands while you stroked him and kissed you hungrily. “I’ll take it easy on you darlin’. You still want it?,” he said.
“Yes. I- I wanna try,” you told him. “You’re good girl ain’t you?,” he then said. “Maybe,” you said as you looked up through your lashes. He reached down into his pants pocket and pulled out a condom. He slid it on before laying you back on the seat. He pressed the head of his cock against your cunt before looking down at you. He grabbed your breasts before breaching your entry. As promised, he took it easy on you, slowing pushing his way inside.
“Oh my God,” you groaned when he bottomed out. You could feel yourself constricting around him but you couldn’t stop. “Fuck, Sugarplum. You gotta relax,” he panted. “So big. Uhhh, you’ve got me so full Sy,” you whined. Between how tight you were, the sight of your body and your pussy wrapped around his cock, and your words Sy was more aroused than he could ever remember being in his life. He started moving, harder and faster than you expected. You gasped at the feeling.
“Yeah? This alright. I- I can’t. I can’t darlin’. You feel so good,” he whimpered. “Yeah. Mmmm. Harder,” you pleaded. He hadn’t even been inside you long but you felt yourself so close to your peak it was ridiculous. Sy gladly obliged. He pounded into you hard and deep, the head of his cock, pressing further than any man had ever pressed before. You reached your hand down to your pelvis and could feel him moving beneath your skin. “That where you feel me baby? All the way up there?,” he grunted. “Yes,” you whimpered. “Anybody else ever fuck you this good Sugarplum? I know you’re close already. Feel you squeezing me so tight,” he said. “Nooooo,” you sobbed as your orgasm hit you. Your legs shook at the force of it. “Damn right baby. Fuckin’ takin’ my cock so well. I knew you were a good girl, Pussy’s so fuckin’ good can hardly stand it,” he said before pulling out and snatching you up and setting you on your knees.
He had you facing the back glass of the truck, where he arched you to his liking and reentered you. You held onto the back of the seat as he absolutely throttled you. He moved your hair to the side before wrapping his arms around you and laying his front to your back. He pressed sloppy, wet kisses to the side of your neck as soft groans fell from his lip that you could still somehow manage to hear over your wanton moans. “Gonna come for me again Sugarplum? I sure wish you would. Wanna feel you,” he whispered into your ear. He pulled you upright before scooting you forward and pressing you into the seat and back glass. Your nipples pressed into the cool glass while Sy held you about the middle.
“Or maybe you’re a bad girl. Letting me fuck you like this where anybody could see, huh?,” he taunted. He ran his hand down and rubbed your clit as he slowed down and ground into you. “Y- you’re fuckin’ me so good I don’t care who sees,” you said between pants. You could feel him smile against your shoulder. “Yeah? You like how I’m giving it to you darlin’?,” he asked. Just then you came a fourth time, unable to hold yourself together any longer. “You do like it huh? Never had such a responsive little thing. Respondin’ to my touch, my cock, and even my voice. Fuckin’ sexy as hell,” he said before sliding out of you again.
You whimpered at the feeling of being so empty after he’d had you so full. “Come here,” he said. You shakily turned around and sat down on his waiting lap, sliding down on his cock inch by inch. He took your face in his hands and kissed you as you started rolling your hips, grinding against him. “Just like that darlin’,” he whispered before kissing you again. You kneaded at his strong back as you kept moving your hips. He slid his tongue across your lower lip before you opened your mouth and granted him entry.
“Mmmm,” he groaned over and over. You came once again before Sy took over. He kept you there in his lap, as he braced himself and started pounding into you. “I’m about to come darlin’. You’ve been so good for me. Comin’ on my mouth and fingers, then on my cock so many times. I’m gonna show you just how good you make me feel,” he whined. “Uhhh, uhhh, uh, uhh. Fuuuuck,” he husked as his body went rigid. He moaned loudly as he slammed you down on his cock twice more before he stilled.
He held you tightly as he rested his head on your chest, his sweat dripping onto you. He rubbed your back softly before giving you a kiss and helping you off him. He disposed of the condom before gathering up your clothes and handing them to you. Once you were both dressed he helped you out of the truck then took a look at you and chuckled. “What is it?,” you asked in confusion. “I got your hair sticking out everywhere,” he laughed as he tried to smooth it down. “Better?,” you questioned. “Ehh, not really,” he smirked. “Oh well,” you shrugged.
“Really?,” he questioned playfully. “Look, I just had the best sex of my life, my hair is the least of my concerns,” you giggled. “Best of mine too Sugarplum,” he told you. It took you a minute to register what he’d just said. When it did he looked at you with a lopsided grin. “I mean it. If I’m not being too bold, we should do it again sometime”, he then said. “Seriously?,” you questioned. “Unless you don’t wanna,” he added. “I definitely do want to. Where’s your phone?,” you asked. He reached in his back pocket and handed it to you.
“There. I put my number in there so you can call me whenever you want,” you told him. “Whenever I want huh?,” he smiled. You draped your arms around his neck, and looked into his eyes. “Whenever. You. Want,” you reiterated. He grabbed you at the nape of your neck and gave you another one of those fierce kisses that took your breath before pulling you back just enough to look at you. “I’ll definitely be callin’ you,” he rasped. “I’ll be waitin’,” you said before kissing his lips and walking away.
Part Two
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syversonswife · 4 months
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the positions I want to do with Sy have not yet been named in the history of humanity
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sillyrabbit81 · 1 year
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Curious
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Prompt: Possessive & Rough, Mutual Masturbation from @martha-oi (x) Thank you!
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader
Word Count: Approx. 3.1k
Warnings: Smut, masturbation (m & f), fingering, thigh riding, pearl necklace... or pearl jewellery, I don't know, it is what it is, descriptions of body fluids, rough kissing and touching.
Authors Note: As always I need to thank my amazing mate and reader @nashibirne , your thoughtful and honest comments are always appreciated.
If this feels a bit rushed, thats because it is. I'm supposed to keep these around 500 words, but you know... Its Sy, I love him. I'm sorry, I hope its enjoyable anyway.
I'm sorry, but I barely had time to read over it, it was edited by me, on the fly there will be errors
Dividers by me.
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The normally quiet Camp was full of men shouting insults, off-key singing and dirty r’n’b lyrics. Part of you wanted to join them, but you thought it wouldn’t be appropriate. Not only because you were the only woman on base, it was also because you were a journalist, and you knew that despite having access to all areas of the base and free reign to follow the team on any and all operations, in the end, you weren’t one of them.
Still, you are curious, it is in your nature. So you sneak down the hall and peek into the raucous room. The sight that greets you makes you smile. The men are dancing like no one was watching, a bottle of something being passed between them, glow sticks stuck in helmets or held in their hands like microphones that two or three of them sang into. 
You watch a few moments, taking note of the differences in the faces and body language. You had been embedded with them for a month, seen them laughing and joking, but this is the first moment that you truly saw no lines of worry on their faces and no tightness in their shoulders.
A small glimmer of jealousy ripples through you. It isn’t that you resented the guys having a good time and relieving some stress, it is more the fact that you had no such outlet. You are the outsider here, the ODA was a tight unit that you would never be a part of. However, you would be leaving in a few days, back to the comforts of home, while these men would still be here for months, you know you shouldn’t begrudge them these rare moments of levity.
Sighing, you back away, leaving the men to their fun. You barely take three steps and you walk into what feels like a brick wall.
Two large and strong hands gripped your shoulders and stopped you from falling on your face. They turn you around quickly and you’re face to face with the Captain.
He stares into your eyes, studying you and you can almost see the calculations and assumptions he’s making. His fingers dig into the flesh of your upper arms, his grip is firm but not tight, still you don’t think you would be able to pull away if he didn’t allow you to.
Without breaking eye contact, he nods in the direction of the room. “You joinin’ the party?”
You shake your head. “I was just leaving.”
He lets you go. “Good. My guys need to blow off some steam. Can’t do that when they’re worried ‘bout slipping up and sayin’ shit that’ll end up splashed all over the papers.”
You roll your eyes. 
He lets out a grunt that is half amused and half annoyed. “You better get outta here ‘fore they notice you.”
“Have you forgotten that I don’t answer to you?”
“Have you forgotten that I don’t give a shit?” 
You open your mouth to retort but he gives you a curt nod and turns, swaggering down the hallway like he was John Wayne or something. You watch him walk away and not for the first take a moment to enjoy the view. He may be a bit of a prick to you sometimes, but the sight of his tight ass and thick thighs straining his camo pants and broad shoulders stretching his t-shirt, sure make forgiving him a hell of a lot easier.
Abruptly, he pauses at the door to his room and looks over his shoulder at you. “You comin’ or what?”
Heat floods your cheeks as you see him smirk at catching you staring at him. It’s also not the first time you’ve been caught checking him out. To be fair though, you’re fairly certain you’ve seen his eyes linger a little too long on your breasts before. You never called him out on it though, in fact, you kind of liked it.
You lift your chin and clear your throat before asking, “Where we going?”
His smirk grows. “To blow off some steam of our own.” He doesn’t wait for a reply before he goes into his room.
“Cocky bastard,” you mutter. You follow him, your curiosity getting the better of you once again.
He’s standing next to his bed, a similar bottle to the one the men had in one hand and two glass tumblers in the other.
“Close the door,” he says, that smug grin still on his face. He places both glasses on his desk and starts to pour.
You warily close the door and your skin prickles and a restlessness starts to build in your joints. You look around the room, trying to appear calm so Sy doesn’t notice your agitation.
“Is this how you normally blow off steam?” you ask. “Drinking alone?”
“Honest answer?” he asks, handing you a glass.
You raise your eyebrow at the amount he poured. Jesus that much would knock you on the floor. He sits on his bed, backing himself into a corner so his back leans against the wall and takes a sip of his drink.
“Off the record?”
You roll your eyes and follow him to his bed, mirroring his position on the opposite end and raise the glass to your lips.
“I usually drink with the guys for a bit then come in here and jerk off,” he says so deadpan that you gasp, causing you to inhale a not too insignificant amount of liquor.
You cough hard, tears coming to your eyes as you try and catch your breath. Sy’s large hand thumps you between your shoulder blades, then starts to rub your back.
“Shit, for a minute there I thought you were being serious,” you rasp out when it doesn’t feel like every breath burns your trachea.
“What makes you think I’m not?” he asks just as seriously as before and just as deadpan. 
He’s close enough that you can feel his warm breath on your cheek. The hand that was on your back is now on your shoulder, the tips of his fingers caressing the back of your neck.
You turn to look at him to gauge his seriousness. His blue eyes sparkle with their usual amount of mischief, but instead of the accompanying grin, the tip of his tongue peeks out from between his lips. It disappears into his mouth followed swiftly by his lower lip which he sucks on briefly then he drags his teeth over it before it returns to its rightful position.
You turn away quickly, your breath comes in hard. God, what would that look like? It’s not like you hadn’t been curious. You’d never seen a man do that before, not in real life anyway.
Equally as hard as your breath is the hand that wraps itself around the nape of your neck, the fingers working deep into the muscles.
“I have to go,” you say.
You stand quickly. Too quickly. The ground spins around you as waver and you throw an arm out to steady yourself with Sy’s shoulder. 
He stands with you, his hands firmly on your waist as he draws you close. 
“You don’t have to go anywhere,” he says roughly. He lifts your chin making you look into his eyes that burned with a fire that rivalled the one growing between your legs. “Stay here. With me. No one’ll notice, not tonight.”
He was so close, his warm breath tickles your lips and smells like mint and alcohol. You inhale deeply through your nose and smell soap, barely a trace of the usual hint of sweat. You study his features, something is different, there’s none of the usual traces of dirt or sand. You look down at his shirt, it’s clean.
Holy shit.
“You planned this?” you say. It’s part question, part accusation.
For the first time this evening he hesitates, his eyes dart away and licks at his lips. 
“So what if I did?” he says eventually, bringing his gaze back to yours.
“I’d say you were one sneaky and presumptive bastard.” 
“Sugar, you say the sweetest things,” he chuckles.
Scowling, you try to look away but he holds your jaw firm and walks you backwards until you hit the wall.
“Don’t fuck with me li’l girl,” Sy says in a voice as rough and jagged as gravel. “I’ve seen you watchin’ me, eye-fucking me, pressing my fucking buttons. You knew what was gonna happen when you walked in that door tonight, don’t pretend otherwise.”
“Maybe I just like riling you up,” you say, pushing your hips into his. “Maybe I like knowing that when you blow off steam, you’re thinking of me.”
“Now who’s bein’ presumptive?” Sy grins.
“I’m not wrong though. Am I?” It’s a stab in the dark really, but as you slowly sway your hips, and brush against the front of his pants Sy clenches his jaw. 
“Not one bit,” he admits through his gritted teeth.
“Show me then,” you say.
Sy’s brows draw together and he leans his head back. “Show you what?”
You reach between Sy’s legs, palming him gently until you find him. You cage his cock with your fingers and press against his semi-rigid length with the heel of your hand.
“Show me how you blow off steam, Sy.”
“You fucking with me?” he asks, cocking his head.
You shake your head. “Not one bit.”
“You wanna watch me jerk off?”
“Uh huh. You’ve made me curious.” You press your hand against him again and you grin when you feel how much quickly he’s thickening in his pants. “Seems you like that idea too.”
He groans and leans into you, rubbing himself against your hand. Then your eyes widen as he reaches between your legs. Your breath leaves your lungs in a rush as his palm presses directly over your clit.
“I was thinkin’ more along the lines of us blowin’ off steam together,” he says, resting his forehead against yours, your noses touching, your lips a hair's breadth away from his.
“We can,” you say softly, your lips so close to his that your lower brushes the whiskers on his chin, “I’ll let you watch me, if I can watch you.”
Sy’s chest works hard as he thinks it over. He takes half a step back and runs his eyes over you, then closes the distance again.
“Okay,” he says, “but I want to see everythin’, no clothes on, no hiding.”
You slip out from between Sy and the wall. He says nothing, but he follows you as you back away until your legs hit the edge of his bed. Although your heart is working overtime and you can feel its pulse everywhere, its strongest between your legs. You want this, want to see the man in front of you on equal footing with you for once. No more of this power play between you, he’d be as vulnerable as you are.
Without overthinking it, you lift your shirt over your head and stare at Sy as you reach behind your back and unclasp your bra.
Sy curses and starts to toe off his boots while pulling his shirt off. It was a race to the finish, and it wasn’t long until you’re both standing naked in front of each other. Sy’s eyes are wild as he takes you all in and his hands work into fists at his sides. You take the time to look at him too from the vast expanse of his chest and the thickness of his shoulders and arm to the way his body tapers to his waist. Your cheeks burn as your gaze drop lower and see his cock, thick, smooth and so fucking hard.
Sy moves, taking your jaw in his hand he kisses you, his lips hard against yours. His arm works its way around your back, drawing your body close to his while his hand grabs a handful of your ass. 
You turn, repositioning the both of you until Sy is back up to the edge of the bed and you keep leaning into him until he takes the hint and sits, pulling you down with him until you’re sitting astride one of his thighs. He takes you with him as he climbs onto the bed. Your tight and pebbled nipples graze his chest and your pussy drags over his thigh as he gets comfortable and rests his back against the wall. The feel of his hard muscle and sparsely haired skin against the hot and wet skin between your legs makes you moan.
His mouth is on yours again. His lips work against yours, nipping, licking and sucking, while his hand works its way down your neck to your breasts. He groans and digs his fingers into the soft flesh, his palm rubbing and massaging.
You push against his shoulder that is all bulky muscle, and pull away from his kiss. His eyes are wild and hungry as he moves to follow your lips.
“No,” you say, lifting your head away from his advances. 
He growls and the arm around your waist tightens, his fingers are bruisingly deep into your hip. 
“Show me,” you whisper.
Taking his hand off your chest, you place it around his cock. Then you lean back, resting your weight on outstretched arms behind you. You rock your hips slowly, dragging your throbbing and wet pussy over his thigh, grinding your clit against him..
“Oh Jesus,” he groans, “fuck that’s… Oh fuck.”
His eyes are feral as he looks over your stretched body like he can’t decide where to look. His hand starts to move while he rakes you, his fist stroking up and down the length of his cock. Part of you longed to touch it, to feel the skin that looked so soft while it slides over the hard, thick core beneath. 
But watching him touch himself is enthralling. He is brutal with himself, his fist slapping hard against his body on the downstroke and his hand chokingly tight on the upstroke. His voice rumbles in his throat, sounding almost like a constant purr.
His free hand is on your ass again, helping you along as you rub yourself against his thigh. You’re so wet, your arousal glistens on his leg and you can hear the wet sounds of your pussy as you slide over him. Your thighs tighten around him as they start to shake, you’re not going to last much longer, the feel and sight of him is just too good after all this time.
“Come ‘ere,” he says hoarsely, wrapping an arm around you until your body is flush with his. 
Your knee brushes against his sack and he lets go of his cock a moment to clasp your thigh drawing you close until your thigh is almost crushing him. His hand reaches for your nape and pulls your panting mouth down to his, and taking advantage of your parted lips he slips his tongue between them to stroke, massage and explore.
His thigh falls away and you whimper at the loss until you feel his palm cupping you. The roughened texture of his hand feels even better and your arms encircle his neck as you kiss him back and slide your tongue over his.
“Oh fuck,” you cry as one of his thick fingers slips inside you and immediately curls. 
The pressure feels so good that you cover his hand with yours and push another of his fingers inside you before you tighten your legs until you trap his hand and roll your hips over it.
“That’s it, baby,” Sy encourages, “Use me. Make that tight li’l pussy come all over my hand.”
You shake, your whole body trembles and tightens as you breathe hard into Sy’s mouth. His pupils are so big, his eyes look as dark as the ocean at night as he stares up at you. His free hand moves to your chest, seeking out your nipple and rolls it between his fingers. You shiver at the feeling and your nerves are on fire as it moves through your body and slams into your clit.
“Harder,” you gasp.
Sy takes your tight little bud and pinches, before giving it a jerking twist. You bite down on his lip as your body shudders and your pussy starts to throbs sending pulses of heat ripping through your body.
“Fuck yeah,” Sy growls as he watches you cum, hardly feeling your teeth in his flesh. 
He waits for your body to go lax before he moves and lays you on your back. He grabs his cock again and resumes his brutal beating as he holds himself over you, watching you bathe in the afterglow.
“Where do ya want it?” he asks in a voice that’s thick and guttural.
You shake your head. “Wherever you want,” you say, breathlessly. “My face. My tits. My cunt. Anywhere. Everywhere.”
Sy lets out a string of curses, his hand moving so quickly it’s nothing but a blur. You lift your knee until it presses against his balls again. His eyes go wide and raising himself to his knees he frees his hand to hold you to him. 
“Fuck!” he bellows, his face going red as the first hot jet of his release splashes over your neck and chin.
He grins, and half chuckles as his body jerks with each stuttering release as he paints your body with white ribbons. He squeezes himself, forcing the last of his cum to leak out slowly over your pussy.
He stares at you, his face still split into such a wide smile, that it makes you giggle too. He chuckles freely as he reaches between your legs and using his thumb, spreads his cum over your pussy.
“Stop that,” you laugh as he brushes your still sensitive clit.
“Shit baby, look so fuckin’ pretty right now.”
You roll your eyes at him. “Uh huh. How about cleaning me up?”
He leans over and grabs a small hand towel from the footlocker of his bed and starting at your chin, he carefully wipes up.
When he’s done, he cups your cheek and kisses you. It’s nothing like the kisses he’d given you up until this point. It was soft, gentle, almost loving.
When he pulls away he looks at you expectantly, like you’re supposed to say something, but you’re at a loss as to what he wants. He doesn’t seem to mind though because he lowers his head and kisses you again.
You wait for him to break the kiss again and throw your legs over the edge of the bed.
“I should go,” you say.
Sy’s hand grips your shoulder and pulls you back down. “Stay. Sleep here.” 
You start to protest but Sy is suddenly on top of you, silencing your objections with a deep, hard kiss.
“Stay,” he says and you stiffen at the command in his voice.
He must have felt your reaction because his next word is softer and more of a plea.
“Please.”
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livesinfantasyland · 2 months
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Moodboards Masterlist
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Henry Cavill
Date night
Argylle premier
Date in Italy
The one where you meet Henry Cavill and Chris Evans
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Geralt of Rivia
Geralt encounters a mysterious creature
Aretuza ball
Cozy day
Bathing with the Witcher
King Geralt x Queen Reader
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Sherlock Holmes
Colonial era lovers (1)
Colonial era lovers (2)
Peacock encounter
Veena and violin
Beauty and the beast
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Napoleon Solo
Two skillful thieves
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August Walker
The one where he falls for someone he can't have
Part-2 of "The one where he falls for someone he can't have"
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Captain Syverson
Dating Sy
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Charles Brandon
King Charles x Queen Reader
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Walter Marshall
Journalist reader
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Robert Pattinson
Batman x Reader
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Clark Kent/ August Walker/ Charles Brandon
The one where the wife is a serial killer
Dividers by @saradika
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