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poledancingdinos · 1 year

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You’ve Got Me Hooked - Chapter 13

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Riley McKenzie)

Word count: 2.6K

Warnings: Sex work, Stripper, OnlyFans, general horniness

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Riley is a fucking sight in that dress. It's youthful and cute but with those heels she looks anything but innocent. I don't know what to call them other than fuck me heels because that’s what they make me want to do. Her legs go on for days and all I want is to sink my teeth into the flesh of her tight little ass.

My plan for the evening is simple. I want to give Riley a night away from home to get all dolled up and let me worry about everything else. I want her to have the opportunity to let go and feel careless for once.

I change the radio to play low classic rock music for the drive and I can tell the plan is already working by the way she’s wiggling in her seat. Riley secretly loves to dance. That’s probably what makes her good at her job. She loves to sing too but never when someone might hear.

I'm taking her to a place owned by someone I went through basic training with years ago. At the time, he was just looking to make a bit of money while he figured out his next move. Turns out his next move was investing everything he saved in a restaurant. I originally made tonight's reservation with the hostess not knowing he even owned the place but I guess he recognized my name because he called me back the next day to catch up. He also said he’d save us a booth in a quiet corner where we would have a bit of privacy.

As soon as I park the truck, I hurry around to open Riley’s door. She clearly doesn’t need my help, seeing how easily she climbed in but she takes my hand and lets me help her out all the same.

The restaurant is dimly lit, the soft warm glow from the rustic, low-hanging lamps giving the whole place an intimate feeling. Some of the tables are occupied by couples but most of them look like groups of businessmen. It makes sense, after all, since it’s the middle of the week. It’s no surprise they’d take the opportunity to dine here and put it on the company credit card. This place is well known for steak and even wild game.

After I give my name to the hostess, she leads us through the tables to the back of the room like my buddy promised. Riley moves ahead of me in the narrow space but my hand stays on her waist and I immediately notice a few of the men turning their heads. She’s oblivious to the attention, mostly keeping her eyes forwards rather than studying the room. Maybe I should be jealous but I only feel pride that she’s mine.

Our waiter comes by a few minutes after we settle into our seats to take our drink order. I ask for a beer but Riley declines, saying that water is fine to start off. I assume she’s waiting to see what she wants to eat before picking a drink but when Riley winces as she looks over the menu, it all clicks.

“Sweetheart.” Riley looks up from the menu, biting her lip. “Are you uncomfortable bein’ in a place like this?”

“A little.”

My head tilts to the side as I study her. “You know I’m payin’ for everything right?”

“I figured you’d want to. You do like to talk about southern hospitality and such.”

I can’t help but smirk. “You were gonna argue for the check weren’t ya?”

She bats her eyelashes at me with a coy smile. “Maybe.”

Her exaggerated flirtiness makes me laugh and she does the same.

“One meal,” I eventually say. “I’m askin’ ya to let me treat ya to one meal. If this kind of restaurant makes ya uneasy then we won’t make it a habit. Do we got a deal?”

“Okay, I can do one meal.”

“Good. Close the menu.” She squints at me skeptically but does as I request with a curious smile.

“Red meat, fish or poultry?” My question takes her off guard but she answers quickly without too much trouble.

I proceed to ask her a series of this or that questions until I have enough information to order something she would like off the menu without her having to see the price. We repeat the process until we settle on her having a glass of white wine to go with her meal.

When our waiter comes back, I order for the both of us and Riley perks up when she hears what she’s going to be eating. The mood instantly feels lighter and for the rest of the meal, I talk about my family and my time in the army and she in turn talks about her childhood.

Apparently Riley had a bit of a wild streak when she was younger and decided to dye some of her hair with Kool-Aid while she was at a sleepover with some friend’s. She made it a full two weeks before her parents noticed but as soon as they did, they dragged her to a salon and had them bleach it out only for it to turn bright green instead, nearly giving her mother a heart attack.

“What about you? You must have a few crazy stories from your high school days. I’ve never known a football player who didn’t.”

I move my empty plate aside and lean on the table with my arms crossed. “I mean, you’ve seen the town, there’s not much to get up to around there.”

“Oh, exactly. Which means you must have been extra creative to pass the time during your summer breaks.”

She’s got me there. Not that I expected her to let me off that easily.

“When we were fifteen Jared and I got lost in the forest after the stolen motorbikes we were using died on us and we had to cuddle to stay warm through the night until we could find our way back on foot the next morning."

“Oh my god, that’s even better than I was expecting.” She drains the final sip of her wine and sets the glass back on the table. “Okay, spill.”

“The property Jared’s parents bought had an old barn filled with junk from the previous owners. They found some old dirt bikes while diggin’ through everything and both our parents gave us strict orders not to go near them. They didn’t run but other than that they were in decent enough shape so his dad planned to sell ‘em off with whatever else was worth salvagin’. I told Jared that I could probably fix ‘em up myself with all I’d learn in my summers around Don’s. It took a few weeks of sneakin’ in and out of the barn. We learned how to drive from the computer in the local library and waited for his parents to be out of town to try them out.”

Riley leans back against the booth, looking rather shocked at what I’ve just said.

“You fixed up motorcycles on your own at fifteen?”

“Yeah, I mean, I’ve been around Don’s since as far back as I remember. My dad used to take me to work with him a lot. When I got to an age where I was always lookin’ for trouble they put a sponge in my hand and had me wash the cars. After a few years I traded the sponge for a wrench.”

“That’s really impressive, Sy.” It’s funny how for Riley, especially since she grew up in the city with a white-collar family, fixing up a bike seems like this massive accomplishment. To me it was just something I did to kill time. “So what happened to leave you stranded in the forest?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. When I got home, covered in dirt and shiverin’ from head to toe, to where my mama was fixin’ to have a fit ‘cause I broke curfew for the first time, my pop caught on real quick and we never saw ‘em again.”

I still remember the way my mama hugged my neck when I walked through the door. Then she proceeded to threaten to tan my hide for worrying her so much and sent me off for a much needed shower.

I always thought she worried too much when I was a kid. I often wished I’d had siblings to take a bit of the heat off of me. I’d do absolutely anything to have her fussing over me now.

“Can I get anything else for the two of you this evening?”

I look up to find our waiter staring at me as he waits for an answer. I turn my eyes back to Riley with a raised brow. I’m more than ready to head home and see where the night takes us. Since neither Riley or I have to go in to work until Monday there’s no need to end this thing early.

Riley pulls her bottom lip between her teeth as she considers what to do. “I think we’re ready to head out,” she finally says.

I pull my wallet from my back pocket and the waiter rushes away to get the bill.

A half hour later, we’re back at the apartment. I took Aika out for a quick walk while Riley picked out a movie. When I got back she had the movie set up and two beers waiting for us on the table.

“Alright, what are we watchin’?”

She holds up the DVD case for me to see. The name is familiar from when I looked through her ridiculously well stocked shelves but I have no idea what it’s about.

“It’s a comedy,” she hopefully informs me. I should have guessed that from the cast but for some reason I expected her to pick something more… date night-y. “Haven’t watched it in ages so I have no idea if adult me will like it as much as I did when it first came out.”

“Works for me.”

She narrows her eyes at me with a small smile. “Don’t look so disappointed, there’s plenty of time to introduce you to the Nicholas Sparks portion of my collection. I just thought that making you watch ‘The Lucky One’ might be a bit too on the nose for tonight.”

I dump my phone, keys and wallet on the island and drop down next to Riley. A part of me wishes I could change out of these clothes. These pants were not made for lounging on the couch but I can suck it up for her sake.

Riley curls her legs up on the couch, smoothing out the skirt of her dress and leans into my side. I put my arm around her and get as comfortable as I can.

As I shift throughout the first half of the movie, my shirt gets untucked and Riley takes the opportunity to slide her hand under it. I’ve been shirtless around her quite a bit in the last week, including last night in her bed, but she’s never dared to actually touch or explore my body.

I’ve been randomly tracing circles over her arm just to enjoy the little goosebumps breaking out across her skin. I look down every so often when I feel her shiver and I have to hold back a groan when I see the outline of her nipples through the fabric of her dress. I figured she wasn’t wearing a bra but now that I know she isn’t, it’s fucking killing me.

I can picture her so clearly in my mind. What she’d look like without that dress. Without anything. I can imagine the sounds she would make for me. How her body would feel under mine.

The fact that the movie is indeed pretty funny helps pull my mind back when I start thinking about all the things I’d like to do to her tonight. I’m not sure what all she’ll be comfortable with but I can be very creative when the situation calls for it. I’ll find a way to make her see stars while staying within her boundaries.

Where my touch can pass as innocent, hers is anything but. I pretend not to notice or to appear bothered as her fingers trail the edge of my pants, threatening to dip below the waistband. I want her hands to stray but that doesn’t mean I intend to let her know that.

Riley changes her position for the second time in the span of a few minutes and her thighs rub together. I hoped that as the movie got closer to its end that the anticipation would start to build and that is exactly what’s happening. She’s picturing what comes next — or what she thinks will come next — and it’s making her all hot and bothered.

She moves again and this time she settles with her body facing mine, one leg over my lap. The hand on my stomach moves up my chest and she presses her lips to my neck. The touch lingers for a moment before she looks back at the movie. Her focus shifts between me and the screen, or at least, she pretends like it does. I’m pretty sure at this point she’s only pretending to watch the car dangling off the side of a skyscraper.

I can feel her heart beating where her chest is pressed against my arm. Getting more eager to catch my attention, Riley captures my neck with one hand and begins to suck a hickey into my skin. Her hips move ever so slightly, pressing against my thigh and letting me know that whatever she is doing isn’t just for my benefit.

When she reaches to unbutton my shirt, though, I’m forced to put an end to my air of indifference. “Slow down,” I tell her as I wrap my hand around her wrist, stilling her movements. “I told ya we weren’t doin’ anything until you were beggin’.”

“But—”

I take her hand and put it over my cock. Her eyes go wide when she feels the result of her teasing. Truth be told, I think I’ve been hard since I saw her come out of her room in that dress.

“I want ya. There is absolutely no doubt. Now be a good girl and watch the rest of the movie.”

Something flashes in her when I call her that. I know from the club and from what she’s said that when she performs, she acts like a dominatrix. Acts. But I can see what she really is. My girl secretly wants someone to take back control. She wants to be good for me.

“Stand up for me.” She does as I ask immediately. Oh yeah, she’s desperate to obey. I shift around so my legs are spread and pull her down to sit between my thighs. My arms wrap around her, keeping her back flush to my chest. She squirms a little when she once again gets a feel of my throbbing erection but eventually she settles with her head under my chin.

Every now the gets fidgety again though she stills on her own without needing me to intervene. She knows what I want. It feels like a lifetime has passed when finally, the credits begin to play.

Riley’s head tilts back, resting against my shoulder. “Please, take me to bed.”

I place a kiss right behind her ear. “Yours or mine?” I whisper.

“Mine. Please, Sy. I don’t want to wait any longer.”

Chapter 14

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henrycauill · 7 days

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BACKUP > @captainsyverson 🤍

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littlefreya · 4 years

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What would happen if you are his girlfriend and you guys are fighting and he says something either nasty or rude and you get angry and slap him? How would August and Captain Sylverson react to have his girlfriend slapping him?

Okay... I’m game... You got me on a horny day...

Quick warnings so I don’t get burnt on the stake (Oh I will anyway): Explicit smutty content, graphic depiction of sex, mentions of BDSM, slapping, public sex, unprotected sex, manhandling, MaleDom, angry-sex, lots of bodily fluids and everything else the inquisition hates.

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August is easy, I mean he's just waiting for the opportunity for things to go BDSM. He has a mouth on him, so you know 99% of the time she'll just want to slap him for saying something outrageously nasty. The moment it happens, he spins her over and forces her on his knees, smacking her ass and her pussy until she's red and squirting.

But then, Sy. He's a possessive bear, and his woman knows it, might also kinda like it. But here is the thing, she's slightly deprived of attention because he's gone most of the time and the longing makes her act out and be that bad girl. She deliberately wears those tight, above-the-knees skirts.

Sy doesn't mind, he likes it that everyone gets to see how hot his babygirl is, and he does love staring at that ample ass. But then she flirts with other guys while he is catching up with his mates, getting herself drinks for free and playing with the locks of her hair while the big bear is flaring.

"Hold my beer" he growls and gets on his feet, marching toward that chap and tapping on his shoulders.

"That's my woman you're talking to."

She's sipping on her Cosmo and nodding admittedly at the poor guy who's already sweating. Though Sy is anything but amused. Giving a glare, he pulls her outside, bringing her to the alleyway. He squares his broad shoulders and pushes his puffed chest against hers, looking down at her with fury.

"Think this funny?"

"Anything to get some attention from you" she replies and presses her lips.

"I was talkin' to my friends, haven't seen them in ages, you don't need to be so clingy" he rolls his eyes.

"Oh, I'm clingy?... do I need to remind you how 16 hours ago you were crying on my chest about how much you missed me."

That comment hits hard, Sy doesn't like being reminded of how emotional and cheesy he gets after having an intense orgasm. Especially when he hasn't seen his woman in months.

"So that's what you're up to while I'm gone? Going to bars begging for attention while dressing and looking like a whore? Should I be worried about picking up an STD from you now?"

Thwack!

Sy's cheek still faces to the side while the slap echos between the narrow space. A red imprint slowly forms between the coarse hairs of his beard.

It would have been safer to tug on a lion's tail.

The captain turns his head back to stare at her, his tongue darting at the tiny cut in his lip, licking the blood off. A growl rumbles in his chest, and he frowns. Another noise reverberates through the alley only this time it's her terrified yelp. Hardly understanding how she's backed against the wall with her legs wrapped around his wide waist. His mouth is burning on hers while eager hands make a tattered mess of her panties.

"Fuck it, I'm going bareback this time," he announces while unbuckling his belt quickly

Sy's thick cock stretches her in with no preparation, making room for himself forcefully while he grunts in her ear.

"You want it rough like a back alley whore?" he warns, rutting into her back and forth vigorously while she cries and claws on his shoulders. He is so large and heavy, pressing her to the wall, his pelvis slamming her with every thrust, accompanied by the dangling sounds of his belt.

She shuts her eyes, muffling her moans into his neck. She can hear people passing by, scrutinizing them as they fuck savagely against the wall.

"Who does this pussy belong to?" He rasps, pressing one hand to the side of her head while the other squeezes between the cheeks of her ass.

"Yours! It's yours!" She whimpers.

"Again, kitten?"

"Yours, daddy!"

Gasping with amazement she comes on his cock, feeling the waves of pleasure vortex in her womb while Sy fucks into her tight cunt through her orgasm. Unwilling to hold back, he comes right away, grunting loudly as he spills himself deep inside her.

They pant into each other's mouths for a few seconds, the sounds of passersby becoming more and more prominent as the throb in their ears begins to slowly subside.

"Now I want to see you flirting around with my jizz dripping down your thighs" he provokes while letting her back down on the ground and stepping back to fix his jeans "I hope this is the attention you craved for"

“Yeah well, you just made sure everyone see I’m your woman”

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wendimydarling · 4 years

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The Soldier’s Wife

Title: The Soldier’s Wife

Summary: Syverson and his wife navigate the ups and downs, the highs and lows, and the blessings and pitfalls of marriage.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC

Word Count: 876

Warnings: None (yet)

A/N: So this very first scene started in my head as just a conversation between the two characters. I jotted it down before bed last night, and in true author fashion, my mind took it and went “wheeeeeeeee!”, and the scene you’ll read below was born. The story is inspired by an anonymous kink imagine I received recently (though it doesn’t seem like it right now) and a bracelet I got whilst on vacation.

I’ll probably flesh the story out for a little while (there will be smut eventually, my kinky-hearted beauties, never fear!), and I’ll work to finish it if enough interest is received. You know what that means, folks: like and reblog, but most importantly COMMENT.

Tag list is open, please let me know if you’re interested!

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Mabel was sitting on the dock, dipping her toes in the water as the sun slowly faded below the far line of the horizon. She felt his presence before he sat down, grunting as he took his boots off to set them next to her sandals. They sat in silence for a while, listening to the frogs sing their goodnight lullabies to one another.

“I got ya somethin’.”

Mabel looked at Syverson, cocking an eyebrow at him curiously.

“Yer overseas, fightin’ a war, and ya have time to stop and get me somethin’?”

“I was passin’ by and saw it; made me think of ya.”

He pulled a bracelet out of his pocket; thin white hemp that was woven into a simple pattern. One lone, uneven pearl was braided into the center, with three small beads on either side of it. Mabel offered Syverson her wrist, and he tied it into place slowly, prolonging contact with her skin. She fiddled with the knot, angling the pearl so that the low sunlight glinted off it’s smooth surface.

“It’s really pretty, Sy. Thank you.”

They looked back out at the water, silence overtaking them again. One of Mabel’s favorite things about Syverson was that he didn’t need to talk much. He was generally able to say what he needed with a look or a touch, and he somehow always knew what she was thinking. She looked down at their hands, resting close enough on the worn wood that he could reach out his pinky and touch her. Syverson grazed her fingers lightly, wrapping them gently with his and flipping her hand over so that he could brush the thin skin of her pulse point with his other thumb. She let him play, her gaze fixed on the setting sun.

“I’m gonna marry ya, Mabel. Ya know that, right?”

Mabel rolled her eyes, smiling.

“Oh, do I now?”

“Ya don’t believe me.” It was a statement, not a question. Syverson didn’t ‘ask’ much.

“Should I?”

Syverson frowned, staring out at the water with Mabel. She sighed, knowing she had probably hurt his feelings. She’d known him for years; he was her best friend. And it wasn’t like she was opposed to the idea. Any woman would be lucky to be Syverson’s bride. But grief and fear didn’t want her to be happy, not with him. So she made excuses.

“Look, Sy. Yer a soldier. I’ve already lost one soldier, I don’t think I can lose another like that.”

Syverson glanced at Mabel, understanding and pain softening his brow.

“Yer brother.”

Mabel nodded. She closed her eyes, feeling the gentle ocean breeze rustle stray wisps of hair from her face. It had been two years, but the pain of losing Danny had never lessened. He used to tease her about the ocean, saying that she had actually been born a mermaid but mom and dad had found her stranded on the beach. He wasn’t far off; ever since she learned to swim she spent every moment afforded to her at the coast. Syverson interrupted her thoughts.

“Ya ain’t gonna lose me, Mabel.”

“Ya can’t promise that.”

“I can.”

“No, ya can’t.”

Stubbornness hardened both their features as they stared one another down. Syverson knew Mabel was right, but he always fought, always looked for a way around the inevitable. Deep beneath his tough exterior lay a hopeless romantic, a man who refused to believe that life didn’t hold beauty, despite all the horror he’d seen. He had the proof sitting right in front of him.

It had always been Mabel. Since they were kids, she’d always had an unknowing hold on his heart. She saw through his quiet demeanor, never questioned his unwillingness to participate at school. When he was sixteen he got in a fight with a bully, and Mabel held him in their treehouse while he cried, terrified to go home and show his father the slip from the principal. She snuck into his room that night and nursed the fresh wounds on his back. She understood Syverson’s reasons when he joined the army, and she was the only person (save for his mother) that showed up to see him off. “Take care of my Ma,” he remembered asking Mabel, “I don’t want her going back to him just cause I’m gone.” Mabel had nodded, kissing his cheek. “Come back to us,” she had whispered. Us.

Looking at her now, Syverson couldn’t help himself. He brushed the blowing strands of hair out of her eyes, cupping her cheek as he lowered his head. Mabel didn’t fight him, submitting to the kiss with ease. She knew without question that he was right. He was going to marry her. She would let him, and would live in fear daily while he was gone. That was the price for his love. It was a price she would pay a thousand times over if it meant his strong arms were the ones that held her at night. Arms that would defend her, protect her, support her, delight in her. Arms that would carry groceries, and toss children in the air, and make love to her at night. Yes, fate, she thought as his lips melted against hers, I will pay your price.

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b-n-a-o · 3 years

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I want to know how are you doing my bitch! 🖤 And tell me, besides Henry and your Pablo Schrbrbr, which other men have you been thirsting over? 👀😏

hi my sy-bitch :) ♥

i’m doing good and i hope so do you!

thanks for always making me smile with your special nickname for pablo ahahahahaha! well, i’m thirsting over many men bc life is an all you can eat buffet.... daniel sharman in general... timothy olyphant and justin theroux accompany me through life :)

and since the mandalorian i like pedrito, but it’s no thirsting. he is just so funny and adorable that you have to like him!

are there any new crushes in your life?

#captainsyverson

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witcherfan · 3 years

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April 21st 2021 Capt Syverson ( Henry Cavill, Sand Castle ) and green army men giant tiny story idea

What if Captain Syverson had little plastic army men and army women they came alive, they make a secret base in the walls, they see Syverson as the enemy. Can Syverson convince them he is not a threat, maybe they could attack Syverson, but he does not want to hurt them, maybe before he discovers them he could find a tiny ration pack or a tiny weapon. maybe he could help a wounded army person. If anybody would like to write this, please feel free to.

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poledancingdinos · 1 year

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You’ve Got Me Hooked - Chapter 12

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Riley McKenzie)

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Sex work, Stripper, OnlyFans, Angst

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Riley

I didn’t go to the club this weekend as I normally would have. Firstly, I didn’t have a car to drive myself with. Secondly, I wasn’t quite ready to spend four nights in a row dancing on strangers. Sy offered to drive me but I decided against it. Instead, I focused on my online presence both for Razzy and for the garage.

They are closing for the week and when they reopen next Monday, I want to be ready with a strong social media presence to show off the new and improved shop. I’m excited for Sy to see it too.

Kathy cashed in on that shift change I owed her and I worked at the diner on Saturday through the breakfast and lunch rush. Sy’s been dutifully driving me to work and picking me up all week since he has nothing better to do. Every single time, he kisses me before I exit the truck, then again when I climb back in, messy hair, stinking of grease and ready to fall asleep on my feet.

Living with Sy as my boyfriend has been… Nice. Now, when I make a meal for the both of us, he gives me a kiss as a thank you. When I watch my shows on the couch, he pulls me into his side, sometimes watching with me, sometimes entertaining himself with his phone or a book.

Sy went back to sleeping in his own room. I’m not sure if he’s doing it for his benefit or for mine. I guess I can understand that he’d want his own space. The last thing I want is for him to feel smothered now that we technically live together as a couple. I imagine that this is bringing back some bad memories from living with his ex.

I’d been fine sleeping alone after the other night. It’s not like I haven’t been doing it for 25 years. I thought I was doing just fine until Layla’s profile came up on my For You on TikTok. It was a video of Brent pushing Layla to her knees. It left me shaken enough that I asked Sy to sleep in my bed again. He didn’t ask for a reason when I timidly knocked on his door, just happily moved from his room to mine.

It was perfect at first, his presence a grounding force that reassured my mind that I was in my own room, in my own apartment, and not back at the warehouse. Now though, I’m starting to feel my chest tighten again.

Sy is holding me from behind, his bare chest pressed against my back and one arm thrown over my waist with his warm hand safely resting on my stomach. He’s innocently kissing the back of my neck and shoulders when I start feeling the line of his erection on my ass.

He hasn’t drawn attention to it. His hips aren’t fully pressed against me and he hasn’t shifted once since he curled up around me. But still, I’m hyper aware that Sy is currently aroused.

I should turn around. Or maybe I should move back against him and wiggle to let him know I noticed. He’s probably waiting for me to make the first move. You can do this, you can have sex with Sy. It’s not like I haven’t been thinking about him like this. I want him. I just—

“What’s wrong, darlin’?”

Fuck. “Nothing,” I answer too quickly.

He instantly moves away, removing his hand and putting some distance between our bodies.

“You’re all tense, what is it?”

This is not a conversation I’d planned on having tonight but I also don’t want to lie to Sy.

“It’s just that… I’m not— I haven’t—” As I try and fail to string words together, I realize that I'm actually starting to panic a little. I turn onto my back, staring up at the ceiling in the darkness of the room. Deep breath in. Hold. Deep breath out.

I just have to come out and say it. Sy is caring and sweet and understanding and patient. He won’t make fun of me. But he’s also ten years older than you and probably has ten times the experience.

“Hey, Ri, just breathe, sweetheart. Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

He probably thinks I'm reacting because of what happened. That this is some kind of PTSD. No, this issue goes back far further than that.

“I’ve only been with one guy," I confess quietly. "Back in college. Not that I’ve been with many more girls but those were always for scenes so really, I’ve only been with one other person that wasn’t out of… obligation.”

“Ya sayin’ the girls were forcin’ ya?” His voice is low and steady, like he’s getting angry but he’s trying to mask it so I won’t notice.

“No they—”

I sigh, this is coming out all wrong. I hide my face in my hands but, like the last time, Sy nudges them away. Although it’s dark, there’s enough light coming from outside that I know he can see the expressions on my face. He must be studying me. That’s what Sy does, he studies people.

“No, that’s not what I mean. It’s more like I made myself do it for the money because it was always fake. I was never interested in them the way I… the way I want you.”

Sy moves and the bedside lamp gets switched on. “Riley.” He waits for me to look at him before he continues. He’s holding himself up on his forearm, looking down at me. “I don’t want anything from ya that ya ain’t ready to give. Whatever happens I want ya to enjoy it too.”

“Is that the kind of wisdom I can expect from an older man?” I joke, trying to deflect the attention back to him.

Sy’s face goes all stern. “No. That’s basic fuckin’ respect. Any boundary ya set, I’ll abide by.”

I turn towards him, burying my face in the crook of his neck. Sy’s hand automatically cradles the back of my head, holding me close. He presses his lips to my hair and shifts to lay more comfortably below me. I don’t actually want to wait, I’m just a little nervous. Okay, very nervous.

“You’re too good for me.”

Sy shakes his head, tickling my cheek with his scruff. “Don’t say that. Don’t sell yourself short. In the time I’ve known ya, you’ve shown me nothin’ but a hardworking girl with a kind, carin’ heart. You deserve the same attention. As long as I have ya, I don’t care how fast or how slow we take things.”

“I want to, I just…” I close my eyes. I’m going to sound like such a child. “I don’t want to disappoint.”

Sy jerks back and I instinctively look up at his face. I’m not sure what kind of reaction I expected but Sy looks so shocked you’d think I had just slapped him. “Ri, you could never.”

“Of course I could!” I protest, my voice coming out higher than usual in my agitated state. I sit up against the headboard, pulling my knees to my chest. I feel so very exposed at the moment. This is something that has been bothering me since long before I ever got into the porn business but now it’s just a million times worse. “No one has ever wanted me until I became a porn star. There’s obviously a reason for that.” I sigh, looking out to the street lamps lighting the parking lot. “What if plain old Riley can’t do anything right?” I ask in a whispered tone.

Sy sits up, mirroring my current position, and reaches out to pull me to straddle his lap. I let him manhandle me however he wants, not that I could do much to stop what he’s doing anyway.

I’m starting to see a pattern here and I can understand why. There’s no way for me to hide from him like this and though for now his hands are static, he tends to always have them touching me in some way — always reminding me that he’s here with me. With my small sleep shorts and thin camisole, it would be so easy for his hands to slide to my ass or breasts but he firmly holds my waist instead.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. I am gonna take ya out on a proper date,” he glances at the clock on my nightstand, “tonight. I’m gonna show ya how a real southern gentleman treats a gorgeous lady. But I won’t touch ya until you’re beggin’ for it whether that’s today or any other time.”

I gasp as my eyes go wide. When I finally release my breath, it comes out all shaky. How did that one simple sentence get me so turned on?

Sy sits a little straighter, one arm slipping around my lower back and the other gliding down to my thigh. His mouth is dangerously close to mine when he speaks again.

“It’s you I want, Riley.” He dips his head, kissing my cheek. “I want the girl who always makes extra breakfast for me after she gets home late from work.” He moves lower, kissing my neck. “I want the girl who walks around barefoot in a hoodie and sweats and couldn’t care less about how she looks as long as she’s comfortable.” Another kiss to the other side of my neck. ”I want the girl who worked all night to make my godfather a plan to save his garage without askin’ for anything in return.” Sy brushes his nose ever so slowly over my skin as he moves up to my cheek to place a fourth gentle peck. “I want the girl who rolls around with Aika until she’s laughin’ so hard she can’t breathe.” He finally, mercifully, kisses me on the lips but breaks away before I can ask for more. “You’re fuckin’ amazin’ Riley and I know that bein’ with ya will be just as amazin’ because it’s you .”

Just like that, I’m lifted up and Sy deposits me back on the mattress, switching the light off before laying down behind me exactly as we were minutes ago.

“Now get to sleep, darlin’. You’re gonna need it.”

My shift this morning felt absolutely never-ending. All I could think about was my date with Sy tonight. I was so distracted thinking about what I should wear that I nearly poured hot coffee all over myself. Twice. Obviously I couldn’t go shopping for anything new but I still have the clothes I bought before my first internship. I remember going on a stupid shopping spree and buying a whole bunch of clothes that I only ever wore a handful of times because they didn’t quite fit the business casual look.

Thankfully, Sy did give me a hint as to where we were going so I at least know what to aim for without looking totally out of place. After showering and scrubbing my skin three times to make sure the grease stench is out of my pores, I put on some moisturizer and walk to my closet donning nothing but a towel. I pick out a handful of options considering each one carefully.

White dress with floral pattern: too summery.

Black dress with pink floral pattern on the skirt: too bright.

Gray formfitting dress: too boring.

Black dress with white polka dots…

I hum, bringing the dress up in front of me to study myself in the mirror. Do guys like polka dots? It’s not the pattern that drew me to this dress so much as the cut. It’s a thin strap at the top with a subtle V neckline. It’s a fit and flare dress with a high waist which is perfect for my tiny legs.

I try it on, looking myself over from every angle. It really is quite flattering and it’s definitely something that one would wear on a date. It’s unfortunate that I don’t have any jewelry to go with it though. It could use a bit of sparkle.

I look at my selection of sensible heels. They are all black or another muted color. All closed toe with a heel no more than two inches. I had meant for them to be versatile and work appropriate. A simple black pair could work but this dress could use more of a strappy sandal or maybe… I look at the other side of the closet. The side that holds my current work shoes.

Sy is definitely tall enough for me to wear one of those pairs. He’s almost a full foot taller than me. I eliminate the boots and anything with a heel taller than six inches. No need to exaggerate or risk a trip to the emergency room. Most of them have clear plastic straps because they help stick to the pole but there is one pair that could fit the part.

I haven’t worn them much. The sandals are a matte silver six-inch heel with a two inch platform and silver glitter straps. I stopped wearing them around the club because any girl who had the misfortune of dancing on stage after me got the glitter stuck everywhere.

Tonight, however, there are no clubs, no stages for me to dance on and no customers paying for my attention. It’s just me and Sy.

I strip off my dress, placing it back on a hanger and return to the bathroom to handle my makeup. I cover what’s left of my black eye with foundation but keep the rest light with only a bit of liner and mascara. I select a soft dusty rose satin lip gloss to finish the look and move on to my hair. It’s already starting to dry in a soft curl so I put a bit of mousse to help it along and give it a quick blow dry.

There’s only one thing left to pick out before I’m ready to go join Sy who’s probably already waiting for me on the couch. I open my underwear drawer digging through my options. I don’t have to worry about matching a bra since I don’t plan on wearing one. Bold choice, I know. But the back of the dress is so low that even a strapless one would be visible and there is a bit of a lining to avoid my nipples being on display for everyone to see.

As for the panties, well, I could do pretty much whatever I want. The skirt has a lining that will prevent any colors or lines from showing through the top layer of fabric. I just wish I knew more of what Sy likes. I’m not sure how the night will go but I’d like to at least be prepared in case tonight is the night. Does he like color? Is he a “leave it to the imagination” or a “show as much skin as possible” kind of person? I bet he’d like the ones that are open at the back. Something to explore at a later time perhaps.

I settle on a black lacy hipster cut that I have never worn to the club. Knowing that Sy will be the first to see me in them makes this all feel a little more normal to me. Like I didn’t do this whole thing backwards by making porn first then having sex with someone I care about.

Once I’m fully dressed and I’ve taken care of all the final touches like perfume and a second layer of deodorant — better safe than sorry — I twirl a few times to make sure I look perfect. With one last calming exhale, I grab my clutch and exit the room to find Sy.

As soon as my foot hits the hallway floor, the television switches off and Sy appears behind the couch. For a second I almost think it isn’t really him. He’s wearing a black dress shirt and light gray pants that are leading my mind to devilishly filthy places. He’s shaved for the occasion, his beard still fairly long but it’s been made even everywhere and he’s redone the outlines that make his jawline more pronounced. To my surprise, though it’s not a disappointment, he hasn’t shaved his hair. He once mentioned that it used to curl before he started shaving it and I’m dying to know what that looks like.

I finally make it to his side and I study him for a moment longer. Even with the heels, I have to look up at him. His gaze is still roaming over my body but eventually his cerulean eyes settle on mine.

“Ya look fuckin’ breath takin’, darlin’.”

The last tendrils of worry in my chest evaporate, and smile up at Sy.

“Thanks, you’re pretty handsome yourself.”

“How badly will I mess up your makeup if I give in and kiss ya right now?”

That’s Sy. Always concerned about my wellbeing above his own. Even if it’s just some stupid lipstick. Instead of answering with words, I tilt my head up and press my lips to his. His hands find my waist to keep me steady while he deepens the kiss, opening his mouth in invitation. I don’t know how long we stand there but eventually we break apart, panting heavily.

“C’mon,” he says, turning towards the door and extending his elbow for me to hold. “Don’t wanna be late for that reservation. I need to show off my girl so everyone knows what a lucky bastard I am.”

I take the offered arm and together we walk down the steps and across the parking lot to his truck. Sy opens the door for me and I get in with ease to Sy’s visible surprise and amusement.

Once the both of us have settled in and we are on our way to the restaurant, I finally let it all sink in. Sy and I are having our first date. Despite all the nerves and the butterflies fluttering in my stomach, there is an overwhelming sense of “right” like I have finally found where I belong.

Chapter 13

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yoursecretsmutblog · 3 years

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The Chrises(?): Evans, Hemsworth, Pine and Pratt 🤭

GIRL DONT YOU KNOW IT!!!

Gotta have the Chris-trinity and some Pine nuts 😜😉

Tho, Evans is my main. I’ve loved him for years, the man could do anything to me and I’d still say thank you ❤️

Give me guys and I’ll tell you if I’ll hit it

#captainsyverson #give me those chrises

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wendimydarling · 4 years

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Ground Sparring (Part 2)

Title: Ground Sparring (Part 2)

Summary: Log lines are the hardest part of writing. Just read the damn story.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x First Person Reader

Word Count: 2349

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, sex… all things sex. If sex triggers you, don’t read it.

A/N: Had a dream inspired by @littlefreya‘s lovely story “Sand Castle - Lines in the Sand”. Decided to write it out and embellish it a tad… That’s Part 1. This is Part 2, which is all embellishment. Basically, I made it up. Smutty, smutty, smutty goodness. Constructive criticism is always welcome, so long as it’s done nicely!

P.S. There is a GIF out there that will give you a mental image of the shower... too bad its not Syverson, but ah well. I’m unable to figure out how to link it. 😑

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I entered the showers before Sy did. One of the other officers stopped him outside the training room to get a couple of signatures so I slipped by, hoping to at least wash the sweat out of my hair before he arrived; I also wanted to be naked when he came in. No one else was there when I entered the shower room, thankfully. I quickly stripped, turning the water on as warm as it would go before stepping into the makeshift stall. There was only half a curtain, but that small bit of privacy was better than nothing.

I took my time, washing my hair while I waited. It was hard to wait; the sparring match had left me damn horny. My thoughts kept returning to the mat, and I was flying high thanks to my win. I finished my hair and still no Sy, so I moved on to my body, pausing longer than necessary at the apex of my thighs. The soap made everything so much more slick, and the lessened friction heightened my sensitivity. I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall, playing with myself as I thought back to having Sy’s face between my legs.

I heard a soft grunt and my eyes flew open. There stood Syverson, in all his naked, gigantic glory, arms crossed against his chest. His pupils were blown with desire and fixed upon my busy hand. I swallowed thickly, but my quick reflexes allowed me to turn my nerves into a show. I arched my back off the wall and sighed noisily, running my free hand up to tease my breasts as I continued to slide my fingers in and out of my folds. It was Sy’s turn to swallow, and he was in the stall in two seconds, his body pressed against me and his mouth hard on mine.

“Do ya have any idea how hard it was, how hard I was, standin’ there listenin’ to that yak?” he snarled as he pulled my hair to give himself full access to my neck. He planted open mouth kisses on my flushed skin between each phrase as he spoke. “Knowin’ full well—how naked you were in here—what ya might be doin’—to yerself—and hopin’ you’d wait—for me?”

Sy’s free hand dropped to cover mine, lacing our fingers so that he could feel how wet I already was as I played. He urged me to continue, to show him what I like. I complied, switching back and forth from light, teasing strokes to firm, pressured circles; I gave him small gasps and happy sounds in further knowledge of where and how to touch. He rested his forehead on my shoulder and watched as I taught him my body, breathing heavily as the sight grew him harder and harder. I untangled our fingers and wrapped my hands around his biceps, mewling as he took over the lesson. God, it’s always so much better when someone else does it.

His fingers found their way to my entrance and hardly asked permission before entering my most private of places. Sy must have overheard some of the conversations the girls in camp had previously had, because he crooked his fingers directly onto the unusually located place inside me as if he knew exactly where to go. I gasped and leaned my head back, writhing at the sensation. I’d been told before that my sensitivity was a phenomenon and that I was fortunate, but my god, I had never truly appreciated that blessing until now. Syverson watched my face as he brought me to the edge faster than I’ve ever approached it in my life, then grinned wickedly as he pulled out right before I fell over it, denying me my orgasm.

“You son of a bitch,” I whined, frustrated and feeling empty.

“What, ya think you get to humiliate me in front everyone and then get rewarded?” he chided, “Think again, little lady. Now if I remember...”

Sy squatted abruptly and the next thing I knew he was standing again, but my legs were over his shoulders and I was in the air, my back and hips pressed firmly against the wall.

“... This was where I first felt that delicious organ of yers flex against me.” he said, staring at the soft flesh that was now in his face. I inadvertently gasped; he was more observant than I’d realized.

“That’s right, darlin’, I caught it all, every twitch, every groan. Ya know, it’s also remindin’ me of where I was when ya had me beat, and what I wanted to do to ya then.”

His mouth was an inch from my mound and the position we were in left him full use of BOTH his hands, which he put to work right away, one covering my mouth to keep me quiet and the other hand softly slipping through my folds the way I’d shown him. I moaned against his hand at the teasing touch, and as I watched him staring at my pussy, I could have sworn he actually licked his lips. His mouth joined in the assault, licking all around my swollen clit as his other fingers returned to my inner sanctuary, once again finding that place, that one place that drove me insane.

The way he held me I couldn’t move my hips, nor could I find anything to hold onto for support. Not that I needed it, the man was a hog. There was a bar in the shower but it was too low. There was no ledge at this height, no handhold, and Syverson didn’t even have any hair that I could grasp, he was a jarhead. My hands scrambled for purchase against the cold tile as I took in the maddening sensations, suspended in the air.

And maddening they were. His tongue was murderously soft; inwardly my body felt exactly what he was doing but if I actually focused on my clit, it was as if he wasn’t touching me at all. His beard tickled on the surrounding skin, and his fingers tormented my insides at just the right intensity that I was close, so fucking close... but my orgasm stayed just out of reach.

Syverson had the perfect vantage point; the perfect firing position. He could feel when I got too close, my rapid-fire breaths and pulsating groin were a clear warning. Any time that happened he would halt all activity and retreat, leaving me aching, denied.The fifth time he did it I yanked his hand away from my mouth.

“Syverson, please!” I whimpered, as his fingers returned to their favorite place. I was so close already that just their presence had me on the edge.

“No.”

Another suck, another push, another denial. This time I smacked his head, hard, hoping to anger him into a new game. It worked. Well, sort of. Sy looked up at me with that damn eyebrow raised, knowing full well the answer to his next question.

“You wanna come?” he crooned, brushing his fingertips along the outside of my pussy. I nodded, writhing against him.

“You wanna come that bad? You don’t wanna wait? Fine then, have it yer way.”

Sy clasped his lips around my clit and plunged his fingers into my depths, massaging my center in the perfect rhythm as my orgasm exploded within me. I shook. My abs constricted. My trembling thighs squeezed his ears. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me, and after the fourth orgasm I stopped counting. His other hand returned to my mouth and I was grateful; even though I knew that whoever he had probably paid to guard the door knew what we were doing, I didn’t actually want them to hear us. I tapped out as the pleasure reached what I thought was too much, but Syverson ignored it. I tapped again, harder, so he pulled his mouth away to look at me, arrogant pride written all over his face. His fingers never stopped moving.

“You wanted to come, little lady, I’m only grantin’ yer wish.”

I pulled gently on the hand over my mouth, and he slid it down to my breast, twisting my nipple in earnest.

“No more fingers,” I managed to choke out, closing my eyes as another orgasm threatened to surface. Syverson chuckled, ignoring me again as he drove me through the surge. I looked down at him, heaving as the pleasure abated.

“Please?” I whispered, barely able to speak. Sy took mercy and dropped me to the floor, claiming my lips in a heated kiss. I clung to him earnestly, unsure if I was capable of standing. I tried to slip my hands between us to return some of his kindness but he grabbed me quickly, pinning my hands to his chest.

“No ma’am, you are not in charge this time around.”

That tone was back, the low and authoritative one he’d used on the mat, but this time I could see his face. That look alone made me moan and sink into him, wondering what he had in store for me now. Syverson shoved me into the corner of the stall, sliding his thick length between my thighs. I grabbed the back of his neck with my hands and keened as the sensitivity in my nerves was renewed, my body anticipating being filled completely. I closed my legs and he rutted into the slick space surrounding him, heightening my desire to be broken.

Sy kicked my legs apart, grunting as he slowed his thrusts. It was absolute torture, but since he was using his dick now I knew that it was probably as much torture for him to slow down like that as it was for me. I couldn’t resist teasing him so I wiggled my pelvis, relishing the throaty gasp that caught in his throat. He gripped me hard by the pussy, two fingers hooked inside for leverage, and pulled me so far upward that I had to stand on tiptoe. I yelped in surprise. How is it even possible to be this aroused? I was absolutely dripping.

“You do that again and I’ll leave you here, unfucked,” he warned me, “Is that clear?”

There was no mistaking the tone in his voice.

“Yes sir,” I said testing him. Syverson shot me the most sinful look I’d ever seen, and suddenly picked me up again, hiking my knees over his elbows as he grasped the bar behind me. I felt so open and deliciously exposed. Sy abruptly sheathed himself to the hilt in my vulnerable warmth and a long, satisfied groan escaped my lips. It was quickly replaced by short gasps and cries of pleasure as he began to fuck me in earnest. I could watch him have sex all day, I thought. He was noisy, guttural. He had the stamina of a bear. The look on his face as he watched me fall apart was almost reverent, and though we’d never had more than a casual conversation I felt like I knew him completely, and he knew me.

I lost count again as Sy wrecked my body, each orgasm melting into the next. I lost the ability to speak. At one point, I saw stars. There were times when I wondered if it was all just one incredibly long, incredibly powerful orgasm. I wondered if there was ever going to be a time when I wasn’t feeling pleasure. I wondered where the hell this man had been all my life, and I swore to myself I would never, ever give him up, not for anything. It was too much; I had finally discovered what it felt like to have too much. Everything began to hurt, all my nerves pushed far beyond what they’d ever been capable of before.

Sy had to be close. I needed him to be close. I started to tease him.

“What’s the matter, Captain? Can’t finish what you started?”

Syverson rolled his eyes back into his skull and closed them, shaking his head to try and block out my words. I went on.

“Cap’s got a problem he can’t solve, doesn’t he? He gets beaten in combat by a woman, and now he can’t even get off when he’s fucking her. What have I done to you, Syverson?”

He growled in warning and fucked harder, but I taunted again.

“Stop being a pussy, Syverson. Take what you want from me.”

He grabbed me roughly by the jaw, staring into my soul with a look that shot straight to my core. There was something feral in his eyes that I had awoken, something that I was almost afraid of, but also felt the need to conquer. He needed to let go of the control. A notion sprang into my head and I acted on it, grasping him by the throat and squeezing.

“Come for me, Sy.”

Syverson threw his head down with a groan, watching his dick disappear in my body, releasing everything he had into me. He thrust in earnest, pulling as much of his own pleasure from my swollen entrance as he could while my walls squeezed around him, milking him for one last orgasm of their own. Spent, Sy slumped us into the wall, his head nestled between my breasts as he came down. The pressure of his weight on me felt heavy and nice as we rejoined reality.

Unfortunately, with reality came leg cramps and the urge to pee. I smiled as I eased Sy’s member out of me, slowly dropping my legs to the floor and testing their function. Nope, I thought as they gave way, grasping the bar as Syverson caught me. He was grinning.

“Didn’t I say you had a few things you could learn?” he chuckled, supporting me as I washed his warm seed from my legs.

“Yes you did, and I’ll definitely remember the lesson,” I quipped, turning in his arms to wash him as well. “Perhaps you could teach me something else tomorrow?”

Sy cupped my face in his hands, kissing me gently as I melted into his embrace.

“Perhaps.”

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