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ylva-syverson · 9 months

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His facial expression when he sees you making a show of removing your panties for him. You and he both know it won’t be long before he has his hands on your ass gripping and squeezing to his heart’s content. Smiling while he says” All mine”.

#captain syverson vibes #syverson vibes #sy vibes #captain syverson #big boy sy #my hubby #my big ole teddybear #my big ole lovable bear #my handsome man #i love him 💚#captain syverson blurb

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ashbrat488 · 9 months

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Flower In The Desert

Captain Syverson (Sand Castle) Fanfiction

Violet Becker is the daughter of the Major General, and despite her ranking, she refuses special treatment when she gets sent to the middle east in the midst of war. Constantly underestimated her whole life, she finishes medical school and is itching to put her new skills to work. She is left under the command of Edward Syverson who has sworn to her father to protect her. Can he keep his promise or is having to take care of a woman in the middle of a warzone too much for even him?

Started: July 14, 23 Finished: Sept 15, 23

-"Don't talk," he groaned against her breast, grinding against her as his fingers played faster against her pussy. His hands reached under her ass, lifting her up and sinking his cock deep into her wet pussy. "Oh God, Violet..." He hissed quietly, pulling back slightly before thrusting forward, gripping her hips tightly as he began to fuck her roughly, slamming his hips into her over and over again.

Her body trembled as he moved, leaning her against the wall behind her. Her head fell back as he groaned in pleasure, gripping her hip and pumping harder, driving deeper than he had ever before.-

Wattpad link here

Intro Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 EPILOGUE

#captain syverson #henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #syverson fanfiction #captain syverson x ofc #henry cavill c ofc #captain syverson smut #henry cavill smut #captain syverson fanfiction #sand castle #sand castle fanfic #captain syverson vibes #captain syverson inspo

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fivequartersoftheorange · 9 months

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"To die by the thigh is the way of the warrior.", Syverson nods thoughtfully. "If you're not willing to suffocate for it, can you really call yourself a man of honor?"

ASDBXHEUEJSHDB I'm not really sure what this is. Humor me. 🤣🤣🤣

#captain syverson #captain syverson vibes #captain syverson imagine

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daybreak96 · 9 months

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Fireman Sy vibes @poledancingdinos @captainsy-cookiemonster

#henry cavill #sy vibes #captain syverson

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sillyrabbit81 · 2 years

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☘️ So let’s call him Steve. I’ve known Steve since he was a teenager and he’s a slightly younger relative of my husband. For clarification my fella and I have been together for decades, he’s awesome and I’ve no interest in being with anyone else until the day I shuffle off this mortal coil.

So my husband and I are chatting about Steve and he’s showing me pictures of what Steve’s been up to. It hits me like a ton of bricks…holy shit…Steve is Irish Sy.

Irish Sy facts:

He’s in the Irish Army, has done a few stints in the middle east.

Is the youngest in a big family but is the only boy.

His family think of him as the quiet one but it’s not because he’s shy. He’s just always surrounded by women who barely pause to draw breath. When he’s in a smaller group and especially when he’s with other lads he’s full of chat and stories.

He’s super laid back as a person (and probably messed about a lot at school) but takes duty and responsibility really seriously. He exudes competence and dependability.

Is great with kids and is adored by his nephews. He grew up playing rugby. When he’s home he takes his nephews to rugby practice.

The kids drag him out in the dark to play “soldiers“ and he’ll oblige even when it’s fucking freezing outside and everyone else is warm in the house drinking and catching up.

He’s really tall. I’ve no idea how tall but he seems like a giant.

When their grandmother was alive he visited with her every day and drove her wherever she needed to go.

He sings and plays guitar and banjo.

Steve’s family live in an area where a lot of people have boats (but not in a we’re all loaded with money way. People almost have them in the same way you have cars. The extended family is massive and they share them). He grew up on boats and spent every summer living on them. His Dad is in the local lifeboat brigade. Steve has often taken my husband and I out on boats, sometimes just as a means of going into town to the pub. Sometimes a cruiser, sometimes a speedboat (and I’ve been shitting myself), sometimes it’s rubber dinghy with a motor (and I’ve been shitting myself).

He’s pretty tough and barely seems to notice small injuries. I once pointed out that he was bleeding when he was fixing some mechanical part of a boat. He looked surprised, licked off the blood and carried on.

He took some time out from the army and spent it working as a crew member on rich peoples yachts and ships. It took him all over the world. In the army his hair was always buzzed and he had to shave but when he was working on the ships he grew a bushy Sy beard and let his hair grow out a bit. There are photos of him working high up in ships rigging, looking like an absolute tank, hairier than he’s ever been in his life.

The man eats as if he has hollow legs. He and my husband will destroy a table of food like a plague of locusts decimating the land.

Steve is really funny. Despite being thought of as “the quiet one” the first time my mum met him she had to beg him to stop telling stories or she was going to pee herself. Her torso was in physical pain for days afterwards from laughing so hard.

I don’t think he works out a lot or goes to the gym. He’s just one of those fuckers that’s just blessed genetically and also has an active enough life doing what he does that he’s RIPPED.

Like I said I’m not interested in him at all. Even if I was single he wouldn’t be for me despite what it might sound like from what I’ve written above. I’m sharing because it really amused me when I realised how Sy like he is. I thought you might get a kick out of realising Irish Sy is out there.

☘️

Hey Anon,

Holy crap, he really does exude some serious Sy Vibes™️

He sounds like an amazing man. I totally get it when you say you aren't interested in him, I'm married too, but I do like to appreciate good men when they come into my life and he really does sound like a great one.

Thank you so much for sharing! Everyone who loves Sy should read this.

Feel free to send any updates my way. I absolutely love Sy in the wild stories.

❤️ Rabbit

#anon ask #ask sillyrabbit81 #irl sy #☘️ anon #sy vibes #sy in the wild #captain syverson

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jamneuromain · 4 months

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Mean Daddy

Logan Syverson x Reader (You)

Word Count: ~750

Warning: Mean!Sy, established relationship, fingering, spanking, sex toys (dildo), implied multiple orgasms/overstimulation

Summary: Your mean daddy comes home :]

A/N: This fic is purely under @gummydummy19’s influence. Blame her for encouraging my behavior XD

Sy had been gone for ten months for a deployment overseas. He couldn’t tell you where he was being sent to, but he promised he’d call when he’s not on the field, which gave you plenty of wiggle room to tease him over the phone.

Most of the time, you would listen to how he spent his day in the base camp, wrapping yourself in his hoodie so you felt close, as if he was hugging you from the back and murmuring by your ear. Occasionally, when you were feeling particularly naughty, he called you and you put the vibrator between your legs, moaning his name with your phone on speaker.

… and you might have accidentally compared him with the vibe, and claimed that the vibe is better.

Empty threats were thrown all over the place. You giggled and cleaned yourself up with wobbly legs when he growled on the other side of the phone, cursing your menstrual cycle and the fact that he was thousands of miles away, and the dark voice in which he warned you. That you would be spanked so hard that you would not be able to sit for a week after he returned from this tour.

You, of course, did not give a damn and fucked him over the phone every month before your period hit.

And, in return, shortly after his arrival, you were pulled over his knee for him to deliver his promise.

“The pathetic toy is better, huh?” He lands another ruthless spank on your sore ass, holding both of your hands behind your back, spreading your legs wide so that his hand could travel down to your soaked panties and mock you for it, “Which one is better now, sugar? Which one is making your pussy cry like a baby?”

You whine, spreading your legs a little wider to grind your neglected clit on his thigh. But Sy notices the angling of your hips. Tearing the panties from your bottom, he prods two of his thick fingers into your weeping hole, slowly circling your G-spot as you whine again in misery.

“Feels so good, you can barely speak?” Sy pulls his fingers from your tight walls, sucking on them lewdly loud, his chest rumbling in satisfaction, “Hmm, sweetest fucking pussy I’ve ever had.”

Your juices soak his boxers. It has been months since he laid his finger on you (not to mention his cock). The vibe could only serve as a minimum replacement. You know it. He knows it.

And yet, he still punishes you for making a comparison.

“Sy, baby, I’m sorry, ‘kay? You’re the best.” You sniffle as the sensitivity brings you close to tears. You want, no, need to be fucked right this moment or you will explode, “Sy, please. Please put your thick cock into my pussy or I’d die-”

Your pathetic whines are cut off when he opens your bedside drawer, taking out a just as thick silicone dildo.

Sy lets out a cold hard laugh, “Cute. But I’m not done with you, sugar.” Wetting the silicone tip with your entrance, his only warning is “Relax, darlin’ ”, before pushing the monstrosity deeply seated in your pulsing walls, making you cry out in frustration.

“Fuck!” You moan as he grabs the base of the fake cock and attempts at moving it around.

Making sure the fake cock stays snuggled in your hole, Sy smacks your ass again. After a few rubs that eased the burn on your skin, Sy reaches your bundle of nerves, giving it an experimental squeeze, earning a yelp from your throat.

Jesus Lordy Christ, this man knows your body better than you do.

“Wanna play a game, sugar?” He smiles proudly, flipping your body around, not breaking a sweat at all, and places you on the bed on your back with your knees around his waist.

“No.” You huff, rolling your eyes as loud as possible.

Unless he is pulling out his cock right now, there’s nothing that could attract your attention or your enthusiasm.

Needless to say, the pain on your ass is subduing, allowing you to quickly forget what would happen if you are mouthing off to him.

Sy narrows his eyes. A dark glint rushes past his eyelids.

“Too bad. The game is called ‘How many times can you cum’, and darlin’, you ain’t getting out of this bed until you pass out.”

#captain syverson x you #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson smut #captain sy x reader #captain syverson #captain syverson fanfiction #sand castle #captain syverson fluff #captain syverson fic

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ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist · 8 months

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🎧Elle the Space Unicorn's Masterlist🎧

Reader inserts will have no descriptors, OFCs will be black and plus-sized(unless otherwise stated). I love being able to give girls/femmes who look like me the chance to romance some of their faves.

🎧Bless my current muse...🎧

I love to write fanfiction. Right now, my main muse is Henry Cavill. But I also like some Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters (see below who I will write for - send prompts or requests to @ellethespaceunicorn HERE).

Masterlist is under the Cut...

Bright Like The Moon (ongoing)

Love, Napoleon (ongoing)

Scrapbook (finished)

Daddy Knows Best (possibly on hiatus)

Don't Take My Sunshine Away (possibly on hiatus)

Touch and Go (possibly ongoing)

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

What Are You Doing, StepBro?

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Humphrey x Stepsister!Reader

Summary: You and Humphrey don’t have the best start, but before long you will reach an arrangement.

Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader

Summary: Clark needs to give over to his submissive urges, specifically he yearns to be tied up and owned.

I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Reader

Summary: Napoleon wines and dines.

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC}

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director's Cut] {DARKER FIC}

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Some Things You Just Can’t Refuse

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dom!Clark Kent x Sub!Reader

Summary: A collection of first times with Clark Kent, and one last time.

Happy Birthday, Cupcake

Rating: General

Pairing: Clark Kent x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Clark surprises you for your birthday.

Treat Me Like A Slut

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: August Walker x Reader

Summary: August has had enough of your antics, and you’re going to pay for it.

Sometimes The Silence Guides A Mind

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary: As you were getting close to Sherlock, he stops visiting. You pop over to Baker Street and share an eye-opening moment.

Don't Take Your Eyes Off It

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and you have a surprise for Steve!

Don't Kill My Vibe

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Clark Kent x BestFriend!Black!Fem!Reader

Summary: You help Clark ease the pain of his broken heart.

Fifteen Minutes

Character: Walter Marshall x Unnamed Black!OFC

Rating: Explicit

Summary: What Walter does with 15 minutes of his time.

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Pairing: Syverson x Reader

Rating: Mature

Summary: When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU.

Pretty As A Picture

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: What started as a hobby day in the park turns into Lloyd Hansen showing you why taking photos of strangers is a bad idea.

Something Old, Something New

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Reader

Summary: Your childhood best friend invites you to your old vacation spot for her wedding, and you have been catching up with your first crush: her recently divorced big brother Nick.

Oxytocin

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Older!Black!Fem!OFC

Summary: At a New Year's Eve party, Ransom Drysdale's life is forever changed by a chance meeting with Ivy Kensington.

My Little Strawberry

Pairing: Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)

Rating: Mature

Summary: A follow-up to Shape Up. Sy has a conversation with his baby girl while she’s still in your stomach.

Doing Something Unholy

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Charles Brandon x Reader

Summary: This is a prompt fill for some teasing of Charles Brandon and then him taking over.

Praise You

Rating: General, pure fluff

Pairing: Clark Kent x Insecure PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Clark Kent loves everything about you, especially what you think are your flaws.

Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader

Summary: You hate everything about Detective Walter Marshall. He feels the same about you. Now, kiss!

Shape-Up

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Cpt Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)

Summary: Syverson and his girl, Peaches, try and trim his beard without causing a ruckus. Spoiler alert: they fail.

Follow-up to Shape-Up: My Little Strawberry

The Paganini Problem

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader

Summary: Being Sherlock’s wife proves to be difficult when a case stumps him.

Power Play: After Hours

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Black!Reader

Summary: What happens when Lloyd sees you, his assistant, in something other than what you usually wear? Well, you should be worried about what he does when he sees you.

No Good Deeds

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Landlord!Ari Levinson x Reader

Summary: Moving out on your own is challenging, but your landlord, Mr. Levinson is kind and helpful. But he may want more from you than your tenancy.

Executive Temptation

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: CEO!August Walker x Employee!Reader

Summary: You’ve caught the eye of CEO August Walker. What happens when he asks you to go to his private office?

Walter Marshall - Hobbies

Lloyd Hansen - Family, Quirks/Hobbies, Sleep

Lloyd Hansen - What happens when reader starts dressing to match lloyd?

Walter Marshall (Night Hunter)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Clark Kent (Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League)

Humphrey (Stardust)

Charles Brandon (The Tudors)

Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Napoleon Solo (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

August Walker (Mission: Impossible - Fallout)

Will Shaw (The Cold Light of Day)

Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes films)

Captain Syverson (Sand Castle)

Evan Marshall (Blood Creek)

Melot (Tristan and Isolde)

Thomas Apreas (Hotel Laguna)

Chas Quilter (The Inspector Lyndley Mysteries)

Stephen Colley (I Capture the Castle)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR HENRY

Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

Steve Rogers (Avengers films)

Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)

Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

Nick Gant (PUSH)

Jake Jensen (The Losers)

Frank Adler (Gifted)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR CHRIS

Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

Charles Blackwood (We Have Always Lived in the Castle)

Steve Kemp (Fresh)

Max (Sharper)

Nick Fowler (The 355)

Lee Bodecker (The Devill All The Time)

Chris (Destroyer)

Justin Capshaw (Law & Order)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR SEBASTIAN

Let me know if you wanna be added and for what plz, so far only these categories 😁 Let me know if you ever want to be removed!

General Fanfiction (Everything)

Henry Character Fanfiction

Chris Character Fanfiction

August Walker

Bright Like The Moon

Love, Napoleon!

Daddy Knows Best

Don't Take My Sunshine Away

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest

~Please DON'T ask me to tag you in a series that you've never 'liked' or 'reblogged'. It's just kind of rude. Also, don't ask for an ETA on the next chapter.~

*Blog Header, Cover Art for fics, Masterlist Header/MDNI 18+ Banner, Support/Reblog banner and Masterlist Dividers made by me in Canva*

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gummydummy19 · 10 months

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His mothers eyes

Summary: Sy owns a hardware store across from your shop and the two of you have been flirting for months, but instead of just asking you out, Sy decides to play it a little dirty...

Warnings: fluff, jealous reader, Sy is a literal idiot.

A/N: This entire fic only happened because an American walked into the shop I work and called me Ma'am.

It was a pretty calm day at the shop. You had just finished restocking some of the gold bracelets and put your favourites in the window.

You looked at the new arrangement of jewellery content, when your stomach grumbled, making you look at the clock.

Another 30 minutes and then you could finally go home. You sighed as you could practically taste the Chinese take-away already. Reaching into your bag, you found the emergency cookie you had packed.

You moaned as you took a large bite, relishing the taste. It's not Chinese food, but it'll do for now. Hot girls always have dessert first, right?

'Afternoon', a deep voice pulled you out of your thoughts. 'That must be a damn good cookie if it has you moaning like that.'

You almost choked on your cookie right there.

Syverson.

For months now you had been drooling over him. He worked at the hardware store across the street. The first time you came in there you needed some small pliers for your jewellery. You were looking around the store like a lost puppy but refused to ask help because the feminist inside you didn't wanna end up with a man explaining you how a hammer works.

You saw Sy walking up to you and were about to send him on his way but when he said 'Is there anything I can help you with, ma'am' in that damn accent, you simply melted.

A couple days later, Sy stopped by your store, asking if you could take a few shackles out of his watch.

Ever since then you were each others most loyal customers. Everyone with eyes could see the chemistry between the two of you, but nothing ever really happend. Aside from shameless flirting that is.

He looked ridiculously good today. He was wearing a pair of scruffy dark jeans and what looked like a very old, red shirt. His trusted tool belt hanging loosely around his hips.

You quickly tried swallowing the big chunk of cookie you had in your mouth, cheeks already heating up in embarrassment.

'H-hi...uh...sowry!' you mumbled with a mouth full of cookie.

'Nah, don't worry, sugar. A girl's gotta eat, right?' He smirked at you.

That damn southern twang never failed to make you weak in the knees.

'Right...' you chuckled, clearing your throat, 'Anything I can help you with today, sir?' you teased, giving him the same greeting as always.

'Im looking for a nice pair of earrings, as a gift.' he said.

'Oh...' you tried not to sound too deflated, 'right, well, do you have anything in mind? Gold? Silver? Long? Short?' you rambled

'Gold, definitely gold.' he said 'Not too long but they can be a little dangly I guess.'

You nodded, barely listening to a word he said. Maybe he is just buying something for a friend?

'Something with Sapphire maybe? To match her eyes.' he added

Okay, definitely not just a friend. No man in the history of ever has bought just a friend “Sapphires to match her eyes”.

'Sapphires' you repeated, 'to match her eyes...right.'

'Right.' he said

'Right, let me go look what I have, I'll be right back!' you said with the fakest of smiles.

I mean you guys weren't even a thing, but you could have sworn you had a thing? A little thing? The two of you? Together? A vibe, if you will? Even if he wasn't into you, he must have noticed you were into him! Right? You thought you had made it pretty obvious...

You rushed back downstairs feeling a little pissed off. If this was his way of telling you he's not into you, that would be seriously messed up.

'What do you think about these, sir?' You asked with a little more sass than necessary.

If he was gonna treat you like any other jeweller, you were gonna treat him like any other costumer.

Sy had to use every ounce of self control in his body not to burst out laughing. God, you were so adorable when you're jealous.

'Would you mind trying them on for me?'

Oh, he did not.

'Excuse me?'

'You have the same hair colour, so I'd like to see what they look like on you.'

He. did. not.

It's not enough that he has to buy earrings for another woman specifically from you, now he's asking you to model them?!

'Sure.' you said dryly, putting on the earrings.

Sy looked at you and couldn't help but smile.

'Gorgeous.' He said, paying absolutely no attention to the earrings at all.

The way he was looking at you made your heart clench.

You'd heard about southern hospitality but, damn, did he have to look at you like that?

'Now I know for sure, they're gonna look great on her.'

and just like that, the moment was ruined again.

Your face dropped and you decided you had enough.

'Great. Paying with card today, sir?' You asked, taking off the earrings and putting them in the box.

He needed to get out.

'Yes ma'am.'

Oh he needed to get out now.

He scanned his card and as he looked up to thank you he noticed you were looking...sad

Feeling utterly humiliated, you were trying your best not to burst out into tears in front of him.

How could you have been so stupid, of course he's not into you, it's Sy!

Sy panicked immediately. This was so not his intention. He just wanted to tease you a bit. It's what you guys did, you know? Ugh, crap...

'There you go!' you huffed, faking a smile as you pushed the box over the counter.

'Thanks...I really think my mom is gonna love these.' He said, deciding it was way past time to put you out of your misery

'You know, Sy I really don't- wait what?'

'It's her birthday this weekend.'

'Your mom.'

'My mom.'

He looked at you with a guilty look in his eyes and you didn't know whether to kiss him or punch him square in the jaw.

'You did that on purpose didn't you?' You narrowed your eyes at him.

'You look really hot when you're jealous, you know that?'

'Oh, shut up.' you said before yanking him close by his collar and pressing your lips to his.

He groaned into the kiss, dropping the box on the floor and grabbing your face with both hands.

After what seemed like an eternity, you pulled away, pressing one last peck against his lips before opening your eyes and staring straight into his.

'Well I don't know your mother, but judging from those earrings, I'd say you have her eyes.'

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WHY DO I ACTUALLY LIKE THEM A LOT TOGETHER? JUST ME? okay......

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 3 months

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Axes and O's

Masterlist

Part 1

Pairing: Syverson x reader x Walter Marshall (technically college AU)

Summary: Sy invited you and Walter to his family's cabin, where you get to spend a few days alone with them before the holidays.

Word count: 8250

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, fingering (vaginal, anal - f receiving), oral sex (f and m receiving), penetrative sex (vaginal, anal, DP - f receiving), very very soft!femdom (? Don't ask me how, really), near-safeword experience, still that astonishingly strong bromance, and polyam vibes.

A/N: Alright well, now, hello. Here we are with the sequel to "Don't knock it till you try it", where we make another very decent attempt to stuff every available hole with as much man as we can handle... No? Not the right kind of introduction? Alright well just read the damn thing, then, I guess?!

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @ellethespaceunicorn @sillyrabbit81 @littlefreya @summersong69 @mayloma @livisss @winter2112rose @changenameno @wa-ni (I can't tag either of you, tumblr won't let me...)

There was something soothing about the predictability of the situation; you had asked the boys to turn the heat in the car up, they complained that it was already a sauna in there. It wasn’t. And you were freezing. You pulled the sleeve of your sweater up to show Sy the goosebumps on your arm, to which he responded by reluctantly turning the heat up a little bit.

“How can she be cold?” Walter grumbled from behind the wheel while Sy pulled his sweater over his head.

“Here,” Sy said, rolling his eyes, “in case your Majesty still isn’t warm enough.” He tossed the sweater at you, and you contently pulled it over your head. Walter’s sweater had been serving as a blanket for about an hour now, and with the addition of Sy’s, and the few extra degrees on the heater, you were finally comfortably warm.

“Good,” Walter mumbled, “because I’m not taking off anything else for you in this car.” It was the ‘in this car’ that made you chuckle.

“That’s a shame,” you said coyly, batting your eyelashes at him in the rearview mirror as you leaned over and put your arms around Sy’s neck. “Would you?”

He turned his head and sighed. “I have before, haven’t I?”

“Yeah, but I’m sure you got something in return,” Walter responded, “and I don’t think that’s happening today.” Oh, he was so fucking right about that… You’d freeze to death, even with him there.

The rest of the drive, you sat in the back, finally nice and warm to the point where you thought you might actually be able to fall asleep — and then all of that came to a very abrupt end when Sy had Walter pull over and he turned towards you, handing you a thermos.

“Here, sugar,” he said with a faint smile, “brought you some tea to keep you warm. We’re going out to get ourselves a tree.”

Get a tree? What did they mean ‘get a tree’? You were in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by… Well, fine, surrounded by trees, but surely they didn’t mean they were going to… Before you had even finished that thought, the guys grabbed their coats off the backseat — which would be missed greatly as they’d been keeping your feet warm — and hopped out of the truck.

Either it was completely coincidental that it had stopped snowing, or the guys had decided to get the tree now because it had stopped, but either way, you were happy, because you could see them clearly; bickering for a moment before making a decision, and making their way towards the tree of their choice.

It wasn’t until the fourth or fifth swing of the axe that you realized you were biting your lip and holding your breath. It had to be illegal for them to look this sexy while chopping down a tree, right? You could watch them do this all day, but unfortunately, they were done after about fifteen minutes.

“Nice show, boys,” you said as Sy got behind the wheel and Walter took the passenger seat, “can we go now?”

Sy looked over his shoulder once and grinned. “Sure thing, sugar.”

The rest of the drive would have taken about ten minutes, if Sy hadn’t managed to take a wrong turn. Neither of you were going to let him forget about that anytime soon.

“Finally,” you fake-yawned when you pulled into the driveway of the cabin about thirty minutes later.

“Shut up,” Sy grumbled, “or I’m shutting the water off when you’re washing your hair tonight.” Now there was a serious threat...

Sy took you inside while Walter took care of the tree — which included a pretty lengthy process of making it as snow-less as humanly possible on the front porch. You secretly thanked the universe that he was smart enough to think about that beforehand, because you were fairly sure that you’d have been the one mopping half the house if he hadn’t.

The cabin was very nice. Big, spacious — it had to be to accommodate Sy’s family — and just luxurious enough to make you wonder how the hell...

“I have this uncle,” Sy simply said. Of course. There was always an uncle! Sometimes a weird one, like in normal families like your own, and sometimes apparently a scandalously rich one.

“Thank him for me,” Walter said as he walked through the door, dragging the tree behind him. It was on a blanket. Maybe the guys were smarter than you occasionally gave them credit for.

“Will do. Let’s get that tree up, and then I can give you guys the tour?” You and Walter both nodded.

The boys had the Christmas tree up in no time, and you watched them from the couch — after rolling yourself into a blanket burrito with a throw you found hanging over the armrest of the couch. It looked like something Sy’s grandmother or mother had made.

He laughed when you asked about it. “My cousins and sisters all helped. They still spend the holidays knitting or... the other thing, with the one little hook-thing, I don’t know—”

“Crocheting,” you filled in, “continue.”

“Right. That. Every year they make a few more squares to add to that thing. That’s why it’s so big. You’re welcome to use it, but please do be careful with it.” The way he looked at the blanket was endearing. You knew Sy as a guy who cared a lot about family, whereas Walter had just about the worst relationship with his folks you could possibly imagine. It was no wonder he’d be spending the holidays with the Syversons instead of with his own family.

“Eh, Sy,” Walter said, and he pointed at the small stack of wood next to the fireplace.

“Right,” Sy replied, “my uncle mentioned something about being low on firewood. Apparently, the stash outside is not what it should be, either. We’ll get to that in a bit.” He sat down in front of the fireplace and within a few minutes, a small fire was burning.

Sy got up and gestured at you and Walter to grab your bags and follow him, and he led you up the stairs. The second floor of the cabin was also gorgeous, and a lot bigger than you’d have expected. The rooms weren’t big, per se, but they were very nice.

“You can take my room,” Sy said to you, while pointing to a door to his left. “If you don’t mind, we’ll share the main bathroom — I’d like to keep the place as clean as possible for when my family gets here, otherwise there’s no way ma will ever let me go here early ever again.” You and Walter both nodded, and you had trouble stifling a gasp when you stuck your head into the bathroom. It was absolutely gorgeous!

“My uncle’s room has an en-suite with a hot tub and a sauna,” Sy huffed when you commented on how nice it looked. “Me and my dad remodeled this one two years ago. Ticked every box on ma’s and aunt Jen’s crazy list of demands.” It was always fun to watch Sy as he talked about something like this. He was clearly proud of his work, and he could get so cocky, but for some reason he wore it well.

Over the past few months, you’d come to find Walter much more sensitive than you initially thought. He was considerate and kind, and sometimes really surprised you with kind gestures — like the time he’d sent you flowers when he’d noticed you were feeling off that week. The card had just read ‘hey, friend’, but you knew they were his — which was later confirmed and rewarded, of course.

Of course, you’d seen him get a little arrogant. One particular instance came to mind when Walter had unexpectedly bested Sy’s bench press PR. Sy was a sore loser, and Walter was not a very nice winner at all, which meant Sy had moped around all night while Walter showed you that he didn’t do cocky with even a shred of the amount of grace Sy did. It really should have bothered you that neither of them had shown their best sides that night, but they’d been half naked, so it was safe to say your critical thinking skills had been severely impaired at the time.

“Sugar?” Sy waved his hand in front of your face.

“Yeah?” you asked, snapping out of your memory, back to reality. Both guys were looking at you with a slight hint of worry in their eyes.

“Did you hear what I just said?” Sy laughed when you shook your head. “I’ll grab the boxes of decorations from storage, can you get started on the tree while we go out to get some firewood?”

You nodded and followed the boys downstairs again, where Sy disappeared into a closet to retrieve some boxes.

“Alright, knock yourself out with the tree, I’ll put the rest up where it’s supposed to go, later.”

You were actually excited to get started on decorating the tree, and then fate decided to steer your interest in a different direction; the spot where the guys were chopping wood was clearly visible from the window, and good God, was the view distracting... After a few failed attempts to stick to putting lights on the tree, you gave up and stood by the window.

There was something about these guys swinging an axe that made you feel hotter than the puny little fire in the fireplace ever could. You and your friends regularly joked about how entirely un-feminist that strangely primal urge to swoon over big men with big muscles was. It was nice to feel protected — and Walt and Sy had proven themselves very useful in the club on several occasions, and all your girlfriends loved them because they were very intimidating pretend-boyfriends, and therefore absolutely came in handy when the time came to fend off handsy, horny drunks.

Soon, those rational thoughts and memories faded to the background and were replaced by some of your favorite moments from the nothing-short-of-magical nights you had shared with Sy or Walt — both of them together hadn’t happened since last summer, and you had spent most of the past half year thinking you were okay with that, but there was this feeling deep inside you that absolutely wouldn’t mind...

“Well, well, well...” Fuck.

“Why are we doing all the work while she just gets to stare at us?”

“Was she staring at us?”

“I think she was...”

“Now, why on earth would she do that...”

“Oh, because the two of you are so incredibly hot, I could just drop to my knees right here...” you sneered while rolling your eyes. “Make the fire a little bigger, would you, Sy? And go take a shower. You both stink.”

“Alright, that looks amazing, sugar!” Sy said when he came downstairs again. The whole shower had taken him about ten minutes, in which you’d managed to make some serious progress on the tree, and now he was back to distract you with his grey sweatpants and the old t-shirt he slept in. He pulled you into his arms and pressed his lips to your temple. “Think we can pull off a—”

“Absolutely not, Sy,” you laughed as you pushed him away. “We’re just going to hang out, watch a movie, go to bed early. Okay?” It wasn’t exactly what you were after, but whatever they wanted to do couldn’t happen now.

Sy groaned, clearly disappointed, and you felt his breath on your ear. “Come on, sexy,” he whispered, his fingers digging possessively into your hip, but despite enjoying his attention very much, you turned away.

“Nope.” You smiled at the way he looked at you; he made no effort at all to hide his disappointment and frustration. It made you feel strangely powerful to realize you had that kind of effect on him — on both of them, if you were being honest.

“Fine,” he huffed, “let’s get the rest of these decorations up, then.”

By the end of it, after another hour or so of getting the cabin holiday-ready while employing your absolute favorite tactic of conspicuously putting your ass in Sy’s line of sight — and Walter’s, once he came out of the shower and joined you — you were fairly certain those Christmas decorations weren’t the only things that were... up.

“My turn to shower,” you decided when Sy announced that you were done, and without waiting for an answer, you hurried up the stairs. Truth be told, all of your hard work turning the boys on hadn’t left you unaffected, either.

While the hot water warmed you up and slowly chipped away at the tension in your back and shoulders, your thoughts ended up with those memories from before again, making you wish you weren’t alone in the shower right now. Without thinking, you put a hand between your legs and ran a finger along your slit, dipping slightly between your lips. You were soaking wet — you had been nearly all day, and it was your own fault for taking on this trip wearing your favorite toy; a small, stainless steel butt plug with a crystal base. It was surprisingly comfortable, even after all this time, and you had no intention of taking it out just yet, even though you knew the next few hours would be absolute torture. You brought your fingers to your clit and quickly worked yourself to an orgasm, knowing it would only make it that much more difficult to keep the promise you’d made to yourself: tonight, the guys would have to come to you, not the other way around.

It was probably a good thing you weren’t going to be sleeping in a tent, minimizing the chance of having to knock on either of their doors for warmth.

You made your way downstairs after about half an hour, wearing your favorite pajama shorts and a tank top. As soon as you stepped into the living room, the boys groaned.

“Absolutely not,” Walter muttered, while Sy took the less subtle approach — as usual — and outright told you to ‘put those tits away, sugar’ because they were, according to him, very distracting. Good.

You politely declined his request and sat down on the couch between them, snuggling into Sy’s side while putting your feet in Walter’s lap. It was all part of the plan; you already had Sy on edge — which wasn’t a very impressive feat — but Walter usually took a bit more work. A bit.

The guys picked the movie — their choice surprised you; it was a cheesy Halmark Christmas movie. The kind that you loved, but they certainly didn’t. Were they just trying to get you in a good mood? It sure as hell was working...

You turned a little and let your legs fall open a bit, biting the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from laughing as you watched Walter clench his jaw. You were 100% flashing him right now, what with those pajama shorts being so... short, and everything.

His fingers trailed lightly up and down your shin, while Sy’s hand rested on your stomach, and it was difficult to pay attention to the movie when your thoughts kept drifting to all those other things you knew those hands could do.

Aside from the horrible tension, you were comfy and content with the situation, and you could tell the guys were, too. You turned on your side again, making sure to brush your foot past Walter’s groin, and a hand dangerously close to Sy’s. Completely accidentally, of course. The boys groaned.

“Mean,” Walter snarled, and Sy was quick to agree.

When the movie was over, you announced you were going to bed, not giving the guys any indication that they should come with you — although you weren’t exactly worried about spending the night alone.

Doubt started to set in when you checked the alarm clock next to the bed. It was almost midnight, and it seemed your plan had backfired after all. After deciding it was pointless to stay in bed, tossing and turning — and cursing yourself for being so stupid for thinking you were special enough to these guys to be able to play with them the way you did and have them come running to you — you got up and snuck across the hallway to the bathroom to get yourself a glass of water.

Just when you were about to walk back to your room, you heard footsteps in the hallway, and decided to wait a beat before going back to bed.

“Guess we had the same idea, then?”

“I suppose. You gonna tell me to back off?”

A gruff chuckle that could belong to either of them follows the question. “No. Are you gonna tell me to back off?”

The way they challenged each other made you weak in the knees, and you quickly gathered your courage to step out of the bathroom.

“Maybe you both need to go back to your rooms,” you said, faking a yawn as you tried to walk to the bedroom door — which was difficult because the guys were leaning on either side of it, and as soon as you were standing between them, their arms appeared in front of you, blocking your way.

“Now, sugar,” Sy said, leaning in until you felt his breath on your ear, “if that’s what you want, you know we’ll go. I’m just fairly sure…” A single finger trailed lightly up your spine, and you shivered.

They stepped closer to you until their chests hit your shoulders, but they dropped their arms. Without hesitation, you pushed the bedroom door open and walked into the room. Much to your surprise, they stayed put.

You glanced over your shoulder and pouted. “Are you guys coming or what?”

Walter beat Sy by a fraction of a second, and surprised you with a harsh hand on your hip while he growled at his friend to hold off for a second. Then, a few swift smacks landed on your ass. “That’s for teasing me the way you did. I noticed your little surprise, too. Are you still wearing that?”

Instead of answering, you let your shorts fall to the floor and stepped out of them as you made your way to the foot of the bed, where you spread your legs slightly and bent over.

“Well fuck me,” Sy stammered when he saw what Walter had been getting at.

You looked at him over your shoulder and gave him the sweetest smile. “That was the plan, sugar,” you purred. “Well… half of it, anyway.”

Walter slipped a finger into your pussy without warning and whistled through his teeth. “Fucking hell,” he muttered. “How long have you been wearing that thing?”

“Since this morning,” you admitted shyly — why were you feeling shy all of a sudden? Embarrassed, even, possibly? Were you really even entertaining the thought that they wouldn’t like it?

“Goddamn, baby…” Sy sounded impressed, and a bit of your confidence returned to you.

“No wonder you’re soaking wet,” Walter said, his tone nearly as teasing as that finger that he slowly pumped into you, leaving you squirming and clenching your muscles in a feeble attempt to get more friction. “God, you need it, don’t you. Too bad, love. You made me wait, now you can wait.” You whined as he pulled his finger back, hated him for the way he chuckled when you leaned into his touch as he swirled his fingers around your clit a few times. “Get on your knees for me, love.”

You refused, not realizing how much it hadn’t been a question, and soon you felt a hand on your shoulder that pulled your upper body off the bed as he made you stand before him. Sy watched quietly from the corner of the room, clearly amused.

Walter looked directly at you, searching your eyes for any sign of discomfort. “No flamingoes?” he asked sincerely, and you shook your head.

“None whatsoever,” you said with a beaming smile. You heard Sy chuckle in the corner. You used the same safe word with both of them — not that things typically got so rough you really needed it, but it was good to come prepared.

Walter gave you a quick kiss before ordering you to your knees again, and this time, you obeyed, glancing up at him with hopeful eyes, desperate to hear your favorite words — but he denied you. Instead, he nodded approvingly when you raised your hands, curling your fingers around the waistband of his sweatpants and underwear.

Before doing anything else, though, you turned to Sy and batted your eyelashes at him, beckoning him to come closer.

“The only thing more fun than sucking dick, is sucking two,” you said nonchalantly.

“I’m happy to watch,” Sy said with a wink.

“Liar,” you snorted. “Now get over here.”

Having both of them towering over should have felt intimidating to say the least — instead, it just made you incredibly excited. There was even a slight chance you were a little too enthusiastic when you pulled their pants down and grabbed their cocks, because the boys chuckled.

“Goddamn, sugar, we don’t deserve you,” Sy groaned when you looked up at him — then hissed when you gently rubbed your thumb along the underside of his tip.

Walter was the less patient one today, grabbing your head and pulling you towards him. With a defiant look in your eyes, you stared up at him, but he wasn’t having any of it. A decisive ‘no’ and demanding ‘open’ were enough to make you listen.

You stuck your tongue out and carefully licked a salty bead of precum from his tip, relishing the not-amused eyebrow he raised in response to your teasing. In his defense: his instructions had been clear. In your defense: you were in a mood.

“Hm, not as well-trained as I thought, I see,” Sy chuckled, struggling to keep a moan off his lips when you moved your hand lazily over his length. You shot a mischievous glance up at the boys, clearly siding with Sy in this one.

“Oh, we knew she was a handful, right?” Walter laughed. The sound turned into a low moan when you finally took the head of his cock into your mouth for a moment.

“No, you two are a handful,” you quipped before teasing Walter again.

“Mouthful,” he corrected with a wink, finally having lost all of his patience, thrusting into your mouth. You were still holding him at the base, meaning he only made it about halfway in. Walter’s hand gently closed around your wrist, his eyes quietly asking you to let go — and you obliged.

It was tough to pay any attention to Sy while Walter pushed his entire length down your throat, but he solved that problem himself by thrusting lazily into your hand. You felt his eyes on you, felt his cock twitch in your hand, and you fought back a chuckle.

Sy had never struck you like a man who got off on watching his girl suck another man’s cock — apparently you’d been wrong.

He’d also never come across as much of an impatient, whiny, little bitch. You’d been wrong about that, too.

“You were right, sugar, I’m not happy to watch,” he growled after a while, and you retreated for a moment so you could look at him. He didn’t take kindly to the smug look on your face, because he was a lot less subtle in his… persuasive techniques than Walter had been. That is to say; he pulled you towards him and took advantage of your surprised gasp by shoving his cock into your mouth.

From then on, you tried your best to divide your attention adequately between the two equally demanding guys, and to your surprise you managed really well. It helped that they both wanted it roughly the same way — but there was one of them who just couldn’t see a blowjob as a full meal…

“I’m done with this,” Sy hissed after a while, but Walter groaned.

“I’m not,” he complained. It was cute, in a way. Walter had made sure you knew how much he loved it when you gave him head, and you felt bad for him that he didn’t get his fill. Now, if only there were a solution to this heartbreaking problem…

Sy hauled you off the floor with disturbingly little effort and bent you over, grinding his hips against your ass just because he could. You hesitated before taking Walter into your mouth again. This particular setup hadn’t exactly worked out last time.

When Sy pushed into you from behind, you moaned, relishing the feeling of the skin-on-skin contact. You’d ditched condoms with both of them a while ago — something the guys had been a little happier about than you would have liked. Sure, neither of them had ever complained about using them, and you yourself were perfectly happy that they weren’t in play anymore, but still…

You allowed the rhythm of Sy’s thrust guide the movements of your mouth around Walter’s cock, which worked out well. Last time, you had at least felt somewhat in control — over Sy, at least — but now that they both towered over you, tall and dominant like never before… Your legs trembled, and you couldn’t stop moans from spilling freely over your lips.

Every last one of Sy’s movements reminded you not only of the cock in your throat — which was admittedly pretty hard to miss to begin with — but also of the butt plug you were still wearing, which intensified every sensation, every thrust…

Your fingers dug into Walter’s hip in an attempt to steady yourself — not just physically — and before long you gave up on the blowjob, letting your hand do the work instead while you muttered profanities under your breath. Until Walter pulled you up.

“God, darling, you’re a mess,” he said with a smile, a hint of concern hidden somewhere deep in his eyes. He pulled your tank top over your head and used it to clean your face up a bit. “You’re not crying, right?”

You shook your head, and opened your mouth, but before you could speak, Walter reached around you, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you against him, using the other to push Sy off. “Stop.”

Of course, he did stop — you’d never for so much as a single second expected him not to — and he stepped closer until you felt his chest against your back.

“I really thought I’d be okay with it,” you whispered. “With being used like that, but…”

“Sorry if we were too rough on you, sugar,” Sy said, pressing his lips to your shoulder.

“Not too rough,” you said, with both a slight tremble and a sharp edge to your soft voice, “too mean. I’m your friend, not your fucktoy.”

“Right,” Sy said, and you could just hear the grin in his voice, “you may be a whore, but you’re our whore.”

That earned him a slap on the shoulder, both from you and Walter. “Oh, right,” you sneered, “as if you two sluts have a right to talk.”

Sy wrapped his arms around you and kissed your neck. “No, we certainly don’t.” Another soft kiss sent a shiver down your spine.

“I say we get her into bed and show her how much we care about her,” he said to Walter, who smiled deviously in response. The concern in his eyes hadn’t quite subsided — in fact it was as present as it had been before — but there was a hint of careful optimism that they could turn this around.

“So very, very much,” Walter said, slowly trailing his fingers over your upper arms, apparently taking the involuntary twitch of the corner of your mouth into a half-smile as a sign that you were okay to keep going.

Two pairs of devilish blue eyes looked at you as they slowly pushed you back towards the bed.

You managed to suppress a chuckle as you considered how incredibly in-character these two behaved, even — perhaps especially — now that they had committed their time and attention to making you feel cared for. Walter held you in his arms, pulling you closer every time his lips landed somewhere on your body, dedicating an indecent amount of time on your neck, no doubt leaving marks all over your skin. He relished your moans, whines and the sight of your writhing body, every plea that fell from your lips luring a chuckle from his.

Compare that to subtlety-of-a-freight-train Sy, who dove straight for your chest, wrapping his lips around your nipple while his hand impatiently rushed between your legs.

“Is he any good at that?” Walter whispered in your ear, and you laughed.

“Not nearly as good as you,” you replied, looking down just in time to see Sy raise his gaze to meet yours, squinting slightly in protest of your words. Unfortunately for him, there wasn’t so much as an iota of a lie to your statement. Hands were Walter’s territory. “There’s something he does better, though.” The sweetness of your own voice surprised you, and the smile on your face seemed to tick Sy off almost as much as you had planned.

“Now, sugar, if you’re asking me what I think you’re asking me,” he said slowly, moving his lips to your ear, “ask me. Nicely.”

He clearly hadn’t caught on to the little switch in dynamic your near-run-in with your safe word had caused — but he’d find out soon enough. A single firm push was enough to relocate him from the bed to the floor next to the bed, and you sat up on the edge of the mattress as he tried to get up.

“Down.” You warned him with your eyes more than with your voice, and to your surprise, he stayed down on his knees instead of getting up and hovering over you like he normally would — and you’d normally let him.

It was obvious from the way the muscles in his jaw tightened and the fierce eyes that stared up at you defiantly, that Sy was neither used to this nor made for this, but Walter’s hand on your thigh gave you the courage to lay down the law that the quiet man next to you had caught on to already.

“The two of you forfeited your right to boss me around back there,” you said, nodding towards the foot of the bed. There was something addictive about the sight of Sy on his knees in front of you. Below you. “I’m in charge now.”

Behind you, Walter groaned. There was a hint of a chuckle to it, but you didn’t get much time to think about it, because you swiftly became preoccupied with the movement you felt as he moved to sit behind you.

“Yes ma’am,” Sy said, his signature grin slowly spreading over his face, “as you wish.” He hooked his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed before grabbing each leg behind your knee and pushing them up.

The new position forced you to lean back, where Walter was waiting for you, his arms eagerly wrapping around you, providing some much-appreciated warmth, and you unconsciously snuggled into him. The sight made Sy chuckle as he looked up at you, one eyebrow cocked and still grinning.

“May I?” he asked. The remark had a sarcastic exterior, but the defiant glint in his eyes was nowhere near as strong as you’d expected it to be.

“I don’t know what you’re waiting for,” you said with a smile. “Oh, and Sy… No teasing. I want to cum.”

He hissed another ‘yes ma’am’ through gritted teeth before deciding he’d better get to work.

“Don’t push it,” Walter whispered in your ear, pinching your nipple to drive his point home. Of course, it was foolish of him to think you’d even be able to pay attention to him while Sy was working his magic so effortlessly that you’d almost think he’d been eating pussy for breakfast every day for the last five years. Actually…

Walter made you whine softly when he put his lips on your neck again, his hands roaming your chest and giving your nipples some well-deserved and overdue attention, and he chuckled softly. He lived for the soft, high-pitched sounds of pleasure you let out when he drove you wild with nothing but his hands.

Sy, on the other hand, made it his mission to make you scream — preferably his name, but he wasn’t exactly picky — and swear, and to no one’s surprise but much to your satisfaction, he managed every single time. This time was no exception; as soon as you felt his tongue against your pussy and his fingers eagerly tracing a line along your slit, finding your entrance, you hissed.

“Fuck,” you whispered, already out of breath from sheer anticipation, your body begging for Sy to make quick work of this like you knew he could, so you could move on to fulfil your other burning needs… Only he didn’t.

Just as you were about to remind him of your order to not tease you, you realized something else was the matter. Something else entirely. He wasn’t stalling. He wasn’t teasing. He was… struggling.

A tiny little sliver of a thought crossed your mind for a split-second, begging you to taunt him and ask him what was taking so damn long, but you mentally crushed it with a bat and moved on to more productive ideas as you felt Sy lean his head against your thigh.

He sighed. “You messed with my head, sugar,” he admitted.

“Only because you let me,” you scoffed. “Sy there’s no one who does what you do. Now show me you’re the man I know you to be and finish me off, because I need it.”

“Careful what you wish for, sugar,” he said with a grin, looking much more like the guy you knew than he had a moment before.

From the moment he put his mouth back on you, it was game over, and you knew you were about to get everything you had asked for — and so much more. You moaned when he pushed two fingers into you, reminding you — just for a moment — about the time you’d asked him about that. Because he sure as hell didn’t need his hands to get you where you needed to be, so why involve them at all? The simple answer had been that he liked the way you squeezed him when he pushed you over that edge. You’d called him a smug bastard, and you still stood by that assessment. In fact, he was well on his way to prove your point to you again.

“Fuck, Sy!” you cried out when a flick of his tongue finished you off, and you felt your muscles spasm uncontrollably around his fingers. It was annoying that you were aware of it now, because you knew it made him feel extra good about himself.

Your moment of ecstasy was cut short by a pained grunt and a sharp smack on your wrist from Walter. “That hurts, darling,” he growled, gesturing at his arm, where you’d dug your fingernails into his skin — not deep enough to draw blood, but still leaving quite a mark.

Sy chuckled, and without taking his mouth off you, he looked up — at Walter, not at you. This look that they shared, you decided even though you could only see half of it, you did not like one bit — an educated guess that was confirmed when Walter reached for your legs, pulling them back even further.

“Still good?” he asked you while Sy looked around in search of something before checking the drawer of the nightstand and triumphantly retrieving the bottle of lube you’d stashed there. This time, it was not your hair-lube. It wasn’t your first rodeo, after all.

“Sure,” you answered Walter, sounding far more sarcastic than you intended, “being manhandled like this is my favourite pastime.”

“It’s not?” Walter asked, not buying into your act.

“Could’ve fooled me,” Sy said, diving back between your legs before you had a chance to say something snarky in response to his uncalled-for attitude. He licked the length of your pussy before settling at your clit, making you moan and roll your hips against him impatiently. It wasn’t until you felt his fingers move towards the base of the butt plug you were still wearing that you remembered he’d grabbed the lube at all — and the thought disappeared as quickly as it had surfaced because Sy never took his mouth off your pussy.

You moaned loudly when he took it out and even louder when a finger slowly took its place. “Oh God,” you said, leaning your head back against Walter’s shoulder while you tried to make sense of everything you were feeling.

“Nope, just me, sugar,” Sy said, making part of you want to kick him in the head. Unfortunately, that wouldn’t be possible because of the iron grip Walter had on your legs. Shame. Besides, why would you even want to kick him when he was about to make you cum again? The answer to that question would have to wait, because yet another expertly executed move toppled you over the edge into bliss for the second time that night — and judging by the look on Sy’s face as he used the convenient moment of relaxation to work a second finger into your ass, it was nowhere near the last time that night you’d be trembling under his touch.

Your thought was confirmed when you heard Walter speak up, his voice breathy and drenched with lust: “One more.”

“Orgasm or finger?” you asked without thinking, to which his reaction was simply: ‘yes.’

Of course, Sy, diligent as ever, got to work immediately, flicking his tongue over your clit like it was his job, while his fingers pumped into your ass. Walter trusted you to keep your legs apart, letting go of you purely so his hands could get back to giving your boobs the attention he thought they deserved.

It was impossible to put into words how much you enjoyed being the center of attention, and if they hadn’t realized that by now, they probably wouldn’t — but you’d find that extremely hard to believe, especially with the way you were reaching for and grasping at both of them while Sy pulled a third orgasm from you. And then a fourth. And a fifth.

He didn’t stop until you were gasping for air in Walter’s arms. “I’m tapping out,” you panted, sucking in quick breaths between words.

Sy laughed and, without pulling his fingers out of your ass, got up to kiss you. His beard was wet, you could taste yourself on his tongue, and as far as you were concerned, you might as well have died and gone to heaven. When you opened your eyes, so did he, and you could see the longing in his eyes; a violently burning need that you immediately recognized.

It just so happened that, over the past six months, Sy had never actually gained backstage access, so to speak. It had never come up, and the one time he did ask about it had been so close to this trip that you’d denied him, hoping his first time — fine, his first time with you — would strike a poetic parallel with Walter’s.

“Do I ask, sugar?” he said almost mockingly, but still gentle enough that his remark just served as a reminder that you were still in charge.

“No,” you said, waiting just long enough to continue to give the man some idle hope, “you fucking beg for it.” Speaking of parallels with last time…

They were both going to have to swallow their pride — it just so happened that Walter had a hell of a lot less of it than Sy did. Alternatively, he just had far less trouble getting over himself.

“I swear to God I’m going to die if I don’t get to fuck you,” he growled in your ear. “Please let me.”

You bit your lip and giggled before looking at Sy with a raised eyebrow. His turn.

“Sugar, I’ve been dreaming about that sweet ass of yours” — his tone was calm, but his eyes were pleading with you in the most endearing way — “would you please finally let me find out…” His voice trailed off.

You looked at him for a moment before nodding, and you got up.

“He’s been missing out?” Walter asked while he took your place at the edge of the bed before grabbing your hips and turning you around, so you were facing him. Sy scoffed and mumbled something inaudible that you decided to pay no attention to.

You were too busy climbing on top of Walter, anyway, straddling his thighs but in no hurry to get railed just yet. He inhaled sharply when you reached between your bodies to grab his cock. That lengthy session with you as the sole focus of it had definitely taken its toll on them — neither of them were probably going to last very long.

You kissed Walter, slipping your tongue past his lips while you got up on your knees to allow him space to line himself up with your entrance. He moaned when you lowered yourself onto his cock slowly, taking your time to enjoy every inch of him.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he grunted softly when you finally sat all the way down.

You shrugged. “Your fault.”

“Excuse me?” Sy said, his tone offended. “I want my credit.”

“Credit, my ass,” you teased, hoping Sy would take that for the invitation you intended it to be. Luckily, he did.

You dug your nails into Walter’s shoulders when Sy pushed into your ass, not because he was hurting you or anything — you wouldn’t have endured that, and they knew that. Not that they had any intention of hurting you to begin with… — but mostly because you were completely overwhelmed by the feeling of the two of them inside of you.

A soft chuckle escaped you when you noticed Walter taking on the role Sy had last summer; studying your face for signs of discomfort and checking in with you to see if you were alright.

“I’m good,” you said after letting out a very dramatic sigh, causing Walter to look at you as if you were lying. “Fucking amazing. Promise. Kinda missed this.” You swallowed hard and relaxed into the feeling of being completely filled with cock. “Whew!”

The guys both laughed, which made you kind of want to smack them — but you didn’t. Because you were nice. Right?

“As long as neither of you has ever taken a dick up the ass, I don’t wanna hear it,” you warned them, and the laughter died down suspiciously quickly. Still, even though you were convinced that they were convinced that you were okay, they didn’t move.

“You’re in charge,” Walter said, shrugging indifferently and taking the slap to the shoulder in stride. Apparently, it was worth it to see you get a little worked up over their shenanigans. Needless to say, you did not agree with that assessment.

“I came on this trip to get railed,” you said, “fuckin’ make it happen!”

It was all the encouragement they needed; Walter lifted you out of his lap slightly to give himself room to move, and Sy pulled back a little, and precisely those two small moves made it very obvious to you that you’d made a huge mistake. Quite possibly the best mistake of your life, but a mistake, nonetheless.

You couldn’t help but scream when they both slammed into you, practically knocking the air out of your lungs. Walter fell back onto the mattress with you in his arms, and you let him drag you along without protest.

“Relax,” he whispered, “we’re not gonna last, anyway.”

You took his advice, burying your face in Walter’s neck while muttering ‘fuck’ with every single brutal thrust. They weren’t going to last; you could hear it in the grunts that escaped them, the way they breathed and their wavering rhythms, but damn if they didn’t put what little time they had to good use. ‘Fucking you six ways to Sunday’ would have been an understatement, even though you couldn’t for the life of you come up with something better to describe what they were doing to you.

Much to your surprise, Sy managed to outlast Walter by a few thrusts — which was no doubt going to make him insufferably cocky, but you’d deal with that later. When they tried to pull out, you stopped them.

“Gimme a minute,” you muttered, wanting to hold on to the feeling a little bit longer. It made you realize you didn’t do this nearly as much as you’d like to. Maybe it was time to bring that up?

“Did I lie?” Walter asked Sy, his voice as neutral as he could manage — but you could see the smile pulling ever so slightly at the corners of his mouth.

“Not a word,” Sy said. “Sugar, let’s get you into the shower.”

“No, I’m tired,” you complained, but apparently your time in charge had ended as soon as they’d both pumped you full of cum, because they raised their eyebrows at each other and manhandled you all the way to the bathroom and into the shower. You took revenge by insisting you were freezing — which wasn’t a lie — and demanding hotter water.

The boys played an annoying game of ‘trying to get your hair wet’ while they quickly washed theirs — with bodywash. Bodywash! — which made it really tempting to punch them both in the dick, but you decided against that. After all, you’d be needing those. Both of them.

After the shower, the three of you stopped in the hallway for reasons that weren’t immediately obvious to you — and then you saw what the guys were hesitant about. Both of them stood there, looking at you, at each other, and at their respective bedroom doors, before looking back into the bedroom the three of you had just had all that fun in.

“If you two so much as think you can sleep anywhere but next to me tonight,” you said sternly, “you’re sorely mistaken.”

Sy was the first to notice the small crack in your voice at the end of that sentence, and he immediately pulled you into a tight hug. From there, it was impossible to fight back the tears that welled up in your eyes. “Not goin’ anywhere, sugar,” he said, wiping the wet trails off your cheeks before kissing you softly.

“I’m also not as comfortable naked right now as I was ten minutes ago, so I’ll be right back,” Water said before disappearing into his room.

He kept his promise — not that you’d expected anything else — and climbed into bed with you moments later.

“Don’t push me out again,” Sy chuckled before pressing his lips to your shoulder, and you playfully nudged him with your ass, causing him to grab you and tangle his legs with yours.

It took a while for the three of you to settle on positions everyone was comfortable with — especially since you demanded that the boys touched as much of you as possible, while they appreciated touching as little of each other as possible.

“Do you like sharing me?” you asked quietly when you were snuggled up nicely against both of them.

“No, I hated every minute of what we just did,” Walter said, accompanying the remark with a dramatic eyeroll and a deep sigh.

Sy snorted derisively. “I know there ain’t no stupid questions, sugar, but I vote we make an exception for that one.”

“Okay, well,” you said, your voice still trembling, “answer the only stupid question in existence, then. Please?”

“If you think I invited y’all up here to torture myself or practice my self-control or whatever, you’re kiddin’ yourself,” Sy muttered before pressing his lips to your temple.

“And to actually provide a yes-or-no answer to your yes-or-no question,” Walter said. “Yes. We do like it. We’d actually been talking about how this was… overdue.”

“I agree,” you said, attempting to swallow the lump in your throat. Now came the hard part. “There’s one thing I don’t agree with, though.”

The boys both raised their eyebrows at you, and wrapped their arms around you a little tighter when they felt your whole body tremble against theirs. “I know we said… pre-exclusive” — meaning you’d agreed to fuck other people using condoms — “but I don’t think I want either of you screwing anyone else. I know it’s probably selfish, and—”

“Sugar, shut up,” Sy said, sealing his lips over yours so you were forced to stop speaking.

“We haven’t been screwing anyone,” Walter added. “Well, except for you, of course.”

It was clear the two of them had taken some time to talk this through as well — without including you in that conversation, apparently. That stung, but you got it.

“We only talked it over because we felt it would be a matter of time before you… made a choice,” Sy muttered, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“I did make a choice,” you replied, “I’m picking both of you.”

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Can you write a smut thingy where the reader has uneven and asymmetrical labias, yet henry loves her pussy, and loves eating her out, almost like a starved man.

Hey dearest, I don't take requests at the moment, but if you want to read stories by me that includes oral sex performed on a female I can suggest these since I wrote quite a lot of them :)

Dirty Henry - Henry x Reader ( 18+, smutty smut, oral sex - female receiving, lewd, descriptive profanities that will make your ears burn,praising, outdoor sex, gentle rough sex, creampie. ) A picnic in the rural forest turns into a steamy game of profanities as Henry decides to demonstrate how he would persuade you to be his.

69 works just fine - Henry x Reader ( oral sex, both ways oral sex, 69, need I say more? Graphic description of sex and bodily fluids, soft daddy kink, light brat/daddy dynamic. ) 🎃 NEW 🎃 You challenge Henry about the infamous 69 Position and he is keen on showing you how very wrong you are.

What I deserve - Henry x Reader (smut. Sex talk, phone sex, mastrubation (both male and female), fingering, mentions of oral sex - female receiving, mentions of sexual intercourse, creampie, MaleDom vibes, slight daddy kink, a hint of angst, sex with the ex)🎃 NEW 🎃 Henry and you might not be together anymore, but it doesn’t mean you don’t miss him…

Lace - Sub!Henry x Reader ( Cunnilingus (Oral performed on a lady), man wearing stockings, SubMale / FemDom, powerplay.) Henry suggests a little game of switching and you decide to stretch the limits…

Blue - Henry Cavill x Reader (boat sex, slight oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, soft sex turns rough, doggy style, a bit of Male!Dom vibes, slight ass smacking and pussy spanking, creampie) You tease Henry for becoming old and… soft

Beard Burns - Henry x Reader (Smut, face riding, oral, slight spanking) Henry makes you ride his beard.

Let’s make one of our own - Henry x OFC (Sex, breeding, Oral sex, dirty talk, fluff! ) Henry and his wife waited a while for the right time to have a baby and now when he finally finished filming Witcher2 it’s time to breed,

Insta Stories - Henry x Reader (Smut, Oral) Henry giving you a mind blowing oral before doing a story on Instagram

Lilies - Henry Cavill x Reader (Fluff to slight-smut, graphic post-coitus descriptions, loss of virginity, slight coaxing and slight cunnilingus.) Your first time with Henry is rather painful and he tries to comfort you

Captain Syverson

Feral Collision Part Two - Coach!Syverson x Reader (smut, age-gap - reader is over 18, inappropriate relationship, maleDom, manhandling, jealousy, possessive behaviour, public outdoor sex, oral sex (female receiving), some denial, unprotected sex, hyperspermia (I went there), creampie, loads of dirty talk, mentions of alcohol.) You vowed this could never happen, but the Coach won’t leave your mind. There’s only one way to get rid of an itch…

Captain Cunnilingus - Syverson x Reader (oral sex, oral sex on Sy’s big shoulders while standing up, big dick energy.) Captain Syverson eats his woman’s pussy

Home Sweet Home - Syverson x reader (fluff to smut. Oral sex - female receiving, outdoor vaginal sex, unprotected sex, risky creampie, mention of bodily fluids)🎃 NEW 🎃 Syverson returns from a long deployment to reunite with his woman.

Set me Free - Syverson x Reader ( Explicit Smut, Male Sub / FemDom, bondage, sex toys, oral performed on a male and a female, face-sitting, power play, teasing, unprotected sex, bodily fluids.) Part Two to Let Me In - After a night of being an asshole, getting drunk and then falling asleep when you were just finally getting into the mood. The Captain wakes up finding himself in somewhat of a pickle.

Let Me In - Syverson x Reader (Explicit Smut, semi public oral performed on a woman) You have your very first fight and he is not inclined on apologizing properly. So he is trying a different trick of winning your heart back.

Salt & Iron - Syverson x OFC (Smut, intercourse, 69, mutual oral) PWP - mindless fucking in the Captain quarter. Senses challenge - Taste.

August

Whiskers and Wet Silk - August Walker x Reader (smut to fluff, oral - female receiving, soft possessive August, bodily fluids, August being a bit insecure and jelly.) August comes home to find his princess watching Shadow and Bone and simping for the General and gets a bit insecure and jealous…

A Perfect Day - August Walker x Reader (smut to heavy fluff. Mentions of oral sex performed on a woman, male masturbation, and bodily fluids.) A perfect day in rural italy with the most dangerous CIA agent on earth

Walter

Bark at the Moon - Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader (Smut, lycanthropy, supernatural themes, no strings attached, vaginal fingering, oral performed on female, primal play, cockwarming, slight denial, angst, fluff and romance.) Walter always comes to you when he needs a hard release. Tonight he seems to need it more than ever.

The Kitten and the Bear - Walter x OFC (smut, maleDom vs. Brat) - Collab with @wolvesandhoundshowltogether After a night of drinking in town get Walter’s bratty wife ends up with pure chaos and the overprotective grumpy husband is having none of her shenanigans. | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

Mike

Ghost Stories - Mike x OFC (Greyish, rather dub-con, supernatural themes, stalking, voyeurism, hinted possessive behavior, female masturbation, oral sex (female receiving), slight somnophilia, sex, sex with a horny ghost ) They said the house was haunted, that long time ago a young man was murdered between these crumbling walls, but she never believed in urban legends and spooky tales….

Gus

Before the Storm - Major Gustav (Gus) Phillips x Reader ( romance, fluff and smut, oral sex (woman receiving), a bit of fingering, teasing, a sweater, a pinch of angst. ) 🎃 NEW 🎃 Gus finds way to keep you warm as you both sail on his boat during April.

#ask freya #henry cavill rpf #henry cavill x reader #august walker x reader #captain syverson x reader #august walker #captain syverson #walter marshall #walter marshall x reader

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