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Title: A Dose of Serotonin
Summary: Sy takes care of his girl after she tests positive for Covid. (Told from Sy’s POV)
Pairing: Sy x reader
Word Count: 675
Warnings: fluff, reader has Covid
A/N: This story was inspired by a little drabble I wrote for my beautiful bestie @cavillsthighs. I added a bit here and there and decided to post it.
Disclaimer: FEEL FREE TO REBLOG IF YOU LIKE THE STORY! Writers live off reblogs! Do not copy any portion of my material to claim as your own. Do not repost my work, or any portions of my work on any site and claim it as your own. Like all my other fics, this was written on my phone and not beta’d.
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Covid.
Stupid fucking covid. Two years in and she catches stupid fucking covid.
She just wanted to go on one trip. Now she’s in the bed coughing her head off, and trying to keep her fever from spiking again. I feel like the best thing I can do is make soup for her, and get her medicine and tissues when she needs them.
She didn’t want me to stay here but I insisted. Unlike everything else, she couldn’t do this one on her own. I'd already been exposed anyway; there was no way I was leaving her alone during this.
Drying my hands on the dish towel I looked around to make sure everything was done. Trash taken out, dishes washed, dinner warming in the crockpot. Only need to dry the laundry and I’ll be done. I could hear her coughing from my place in the kitchen.
“Sy?” Her hoarse voice broke my heart.
“I’m comin, doll,” I grabbed another bottle of water and headed to the bedroom.
My beautiful love. Normally she was bigger than life. Independent, strong, happy go lucky, but right now she looked so small and helpless. She’s bundled up in her favorite blanket, watching that show she’s been obsessing over. Aika had set up camp at the foot of the bed.
“What’d you need sweetheart?” I can’t stop my brows furrowing in concern.
“You,” she asked softly.
This simple request melted my heart. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for this woman. It’s my honor to be the one she calls for; the one that she wants to hold her when she needs comfort. I should probably tell her that. Putting the cold bottle down on the nightstand, I kicked off my shoes, and pulled my shirt over my head. She watched me the entire time.
“Aika, come,” I called for her to get down. Being a good girl she hopped down immediately finding her bed by the dresser.
Climbing under the cool sheets I could feel her warmth. Her fever was breaking but still stubbornly hanging on. Seeing her smile despite all the bad shit going through her body right now let me know I was doing something right.
“C’mere darlin.” I said softly.
She immediately wrapped her arms around my torso. Her legs tangling with mine never failed to make my heart skip a beat. She laid her head over my heart.
For a moment everything was still, quiet. The soft hum from the fridge down the hall played in my ear. The tinkling sound of the decorations she had hung on the wall moving with the ac almost made me want to drift off. It was peaceful. For a moment. She coughed again, groaned and buried her face in the blanket over my stomach.
When she moved back I ran my fingers through her hair. I began to think how lucky I was to be here with her. I’d been worried about her since she came home. We thought it was the jet lag making her tired; maybe it was her allergies making her cough. As soon as she asked to take that Covid test I knew something was really wrong.
I pulled her closer to me without a second thought. I want to be as close as I can to her right now. I told her I didn’t care if I got it and I meant it. In fact if I could I’d take it from her, go through it for her I would in a heartbeat.
Her fingers skimmed over my chest, playing with my hair. She laid a soft kiss over my heart. I could stay in this moment, if only she felt better. Snuggling deeper into me she unknowingly made me feel on top of the world. Who do all these cuddles benefit here - me or her? I placed a kiss on top of her head.
“I love you,” I whispered against her warm scalp.
Either way, all I know is if serotonin could cure Covid she’d be over it by now.
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Hi everyone
I have been only lurking, reblogging. Responding the best I can.
Have been dealing with a Burn Out since the end of last September. And during that time my sister father inlaw passed away unexpectedly. And my grandmother passed away a few days before her 100th birthday.
It has been a physical and mental rollercoaster to say the leadt so I was not able to write.
But I am so much better then were I was. I have come a very long way. Crawling back up. Having patience is the key wich is sometimes easier said then done.
I have more good days then not so good ones. And I have to keep in mind to keep balance. Wich is hard when you have lots of energy and you feel like you can do a lot.
Also slowly going back into work.
So patience, balance, letting shit go and putting myself first is what I am learning / doing.
I am slowly getting backing into writing
But I need to update my taglist, because I have a feeling there are some people that are on that list who are not on tumblr anymore.
Also maybe you would want to be taken or added.
Now I know Dumblr is a champion at letting people know they have been tagged 2 or 3 years later, but I am hoping people will get this.
Also I was wondering if there is a person or peolpe that would like to beta read my work, because my burn out brain can mis a few things 🙈.
So send me a message if you want to stay, added or removed let me know.
If you are like eehm I thought I was already on there then let me know to.
And if you are like who do you write for and what have you written? Then check out my masterlist.
And lastly to the people who have tagged me, send requests or an ask. Know that I have seen you. I will get to the asks request in due time. To my fellow writers who have tagged me. I have a reading list that I am also getting to.
Just taking my time 😊
Love you ❤️
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Home
11/20/2022
Pairing: your favourite x you
Word Count: 388
Warnings: non-explicit sexy times, fluff
Summary: Your love comes home to you after being away for too long.
A/N: Even though I imagined someone particular writing this, you are free to imagine any guy you like.
Picture by Erol Ahmed via Unsplash
If you like my story, you are very welcome to like, comment or reblog. Please don’t copy, repost or share my work on other platforms.
You’re here. You’re finally here. Home.
No words could ever describe the feeling that befalls me when I watch you walk through that door, how my whole being fills with you, only you, and I am at peace again. No words could ever describe. So I show you.
The thrill of you, igniting my flame the moment your eyes rest on me. The need in your hands as they move on my body, reacquainting themselves with my form, caressing, claiming, stirring my fire the way only you can. My answer coaxes a moan from your sweet lips. “Like silk on my back,” you whisper and the sound of your voice makes me want to cry happy tears.
So long. It has been so long. Every day apart nourishing the fear I will forget all the precious details of you. The warmth in your voice, the gentleness in your touch, the way you feel in my arms. And I don’t ever want to forget, forget you and the me I am when I’m with you. I just breathe differently, more like me, when you are around.
You must have seen it in my eyes, felt it, too. I can tell from the determination as you pull me closer. My fingers glide through a sea of silk, tightening their hold to share the relieving pain of our first reunion after an eternity. An eternity of imagining your breath on my face while you hum against my lips, of yearning to feel you, all of you, of being yours wholly and completely.
We don’t last long, we never do when we collide like this. But neither of us cares. Why would we complain about a brief prelude when the sweetest part is yet to come?
Our carnal desires satisfied, we’re free to just be. In your tender embrace the storm inside me calms and it is you, only you that remains. What more could I ask when your fingers run through my hair and your lips speak of soft things to me, your voice getting lower with every circle your free hand is drawing on my back?
Tonight, you will be my resting place, your chest my pillow, your arms and legs my blanket. You’re all I want. The feeling of knowing and being known. The feeling of finally being home.
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If you received a tag for a the Light in the last 24 hour, I’m sorry but that wasn’t me - it was tumblr glitching like the little bitch it is and retagging a post from February. I would never tease or mislead you guys this way. I felt sick to my stomach when I woke up this morning to all your messages. No, I haven’t decided to come back to writing my stories on tumblr, and I’m so sorry if this gave anyone hope that I was. 😔
tagging my old tag list because I’m not sure how many people got tagged in the old post.
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WIP Teaser Game
Rules: Write the latest line from your wip and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.
Thanks for the tag @munstysmind
Sy’s grin grows larger as he leans down to cover your mouth with his, “I can’t think of any better way to go.”
No pressure tag!
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Ah, that'll do. It's a bloody long sentence.
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Captain Syverson
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Super-Hubby Proof
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Summary: you have a plan for your and clarks anniversary, but bruce has to help with some details.
Warnings: Adult Situations +18, implied Smut, Femdom, MaleSub, Switch, Power Play, Bondage, implied Bdsm, Mentions of Pegging, Toys, Humour
A/n: somthing ive finally got the courage to post lol i hope someone likes it, as its different from what I normally write.
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"What why do you need that?" Bruce huffed as he waltzed about the bat cave you werent allowed in but somehow snuck into and pestered him.
"I... shut up bruce you gonna help or not?" You followed grumbling as the bat of gotham tried to our manoeuvre you in the 'lair'
"No im not, not unless you tell me why?" Bruce finally growled turningmon you clearly worried about your request for kryptonite in any form, let alone bindings. You were clarks wife and bruce would allow concessions but this request made him uneasy. Why would you need clark restrained? Superman weakened? Was there foul play?
"Ugh... For fuck sake-look trust me I'm not gonna hurt him! I'm just... I just need him... subdued for a while thats all" you uttered flushing trying to avoid the reason behinde it all.
"I'm sorry y/n but I'm going to need more then that, your asking me to make restraints for the most powerful being on the planet... not least of all my friend" he huffed spinning on you crossing his arms tryingnto give you the third degree. He was slowly becoming worried, why would his friends wife need tk restrain him? His mind was mulling over every possible reason.
"He will thank you trust me... Its just a delicate issue" you tried hinting at the reason behinde it. It wasnt like you could just say it out right!
"Delicate? Are you in trouble or something? Are you going to do something stupid? Is that why you need him tied up? So he wont come save you?" Bruce frowned shaking his head whilst throwing out more suggestions, slowly becoming more and more worried.
You paused and sighed shaking your head blinking at him before slumping, deflating a little. Yoh really didnt want to risk embarrassing yourself or clark... but clark deserved this! He deserves everything. And if you had to tell beuce to make it haplen then you will. Besides you doubt the bat would repeat this information. Witn any luck he'd want to forget it completely!
"No.. no look i just... come here, i'll whisper it the walls have eyes... and ears" you leant forward and began whispering. To him, at first it was hard admitting that you and clark wanted to explore li,e this. But it quickly became easier when bruce began flushing and trying to pull away from you causing a fuss.
"Oh-OH?! wait thats his thing? You know what dont answer that im game... wait stop- no! I mean yes i fine thats enough! Please stop talking!" The bats voice got higher as his hands held yours and he attempted to pry your fingers from his suit as ou whispered in detail eactly what you were going to do to your immobilised bent over super-hubby~
"Y/n for the love of god stop! I gotcha, i gotcha... okay i'll do it but you know he will be annoyed right? Your really pushing it this time" bruce said still uncomfortable but now it was becuase of the intimate details of your and clarks sex life that youd just explained.
"I'll be fine... if you do your job right" you hummed patting him on the back and stepping away from him with a chuckle taking a little moment to relish in making the big badass party boy bruce wayne flush like a little school boy.
"I can have them ready in a week or so will that be enough to... prepare the... other bits you need?" He uttered queitly curseing the fact that he just couldnt shut himsekf up. It was as if he really were a teenager just spewing questions and muttering words just to try and rid himself of the images of you pegging his best friend.
"Yes, yes thats fine- and dont worry i've already got the strapon and the vibrating butt-" you said smirking the entire time eyeing the billionaire impishly enjoyingnthe way he looked ready yo have and aneurism or somthing. It was rare to catch him out like this, so ofcourse you were going to milk it.... much like your husband~ lucky you!
"Oh god stooopp!?" He hissed and tried to escape you once more by distancing himself from you drifting behinde one 9f the many workbenches in the cave.
"can you do one more thing brucie boy?" You purred tipptoeing forward dragging your long nails over the desk as you prowled around it stoppin beside him and leaning back casually fluttering your lashes at him pleading. He gave a hefty sigh before answering.
"What?" he asked hesitantly almost dreading whatever extra little request you had for him. You grinned and prodded his chest lightly as you spoke in an over enthusiastic tone.
"Can. You, mr big bad bat of gotham~ Sneak my gift into the fortress? He... We always go there for a few days on our anniversary" you asked whilst givin him a little tidbit as to why you wanted this potentially dangerous subduing apparatus in supermans secret club house. Bruces face dropped to confusion, then annoyance finally resting with shock and a bewildered look. Then blinked as you giggled at him. Today must be your lucky day, you'd got more reactions out of the stoic man today then you had for the entire fohr years youd known him!
"Thats where you sneak off to? Thats... Pretty weak I'd have thought he'd take you to the maldives or bahamas?" You laughed outloud and waved a hand at him, brushing off the shock. Bahamas? God somtimes you forgot this man had more money then he had sense. It was laughable that he thought clark could afford a surprize romantic bahamas trip on his salary from the daily planet. Hell even with your earnings you'd bearly afforded the trip to Disney world last year.
But bruce sat there straight faced, and slightly confused. Sometimes the man forgot what he had. He didnt think anything of jetting off to the most luxurious destinations when ever he pleased. It was pocket change to him... i mean youd had to explain what an over draft was to him once. He didnt understand how a bank account could be minus. In this sense he was actually quite adorable, feared billionaire vigilante of gotham being taught the valure of money by a random little nobody.
"Well he is only a reporter, we cant afford that and we... enjoy being normal you know? No flying or whatever... clark and y/n kent, no superman" you said managingnto get your laughter under control. You didnt want him to be offended its just gave you the chuckles when he was like this, it was sweet in a way.
"Pfft No superman? In supermans super secret kryptonian spaceship fortress?" He huffed now feeling all grumpy becuase youd laughed at him. He knew you hadn't meant to but you sometimes made him feel stupid. He couldnt help the money and lifestyle he'd been raised in. But he was slowly understanding what his wealth offered him, and it was more then the fast women and fast cars.
You smiled to him rolling your eyes and leaning down tryingnto get eye contact with him to let him know you were messing with him. After a few seconds you nudged him forceing a smile and he snapped out of his pouting.
"Tell you what you do your little thing and i will book a week in the maldives for you, all inclusive sea villa everything on my black card" he decided with a huge grin but youees almost popped out and you shook your head quickly panic washing over you. You couldnt do that!
"What? No bruce i cant let you do that"
"You can and you will, he's gonna know it was me who made this fucking contraption-" he argued but you tried to cut him off only to fall silent as he held a hand up shushing you.
"Look point is this is my ass on the line too, maldives will save me from getting roasted... literally"
"Fine i suppose i cant stop you...
"Then its a deal i will make you the....thing and it will do everything your little deviant heart desires. And in return i get to treat you and clark to a romantic holiday to try and save my own skin" he said with ,inimal cringeing whilst holding his hand out to you. You smiled warmly at him and took his hand. Yu knew he would have made your special super-proof stockades anyway but this was also his excuse to treat you and clark to a getaway of a life time. Bruce wouldnt take now for an answer, this was his way of still being the cool hard ass of gotham.
"Great its settled now leave before you start putting more images in my head its creepy!" He huffed spinningnyou around and escourting you out of the cave making you laugh.
"Are your eyes closed?" You asked you super-hubby leading him through the fortress. He smiled squeezing your hand as you dragged him down the halls.
He was excited, what ever you had planned had aroused you, you were dripping. He could smell it on the air the sweetmlness he'd soon be feasting on no doubt! He couldnt wait~ especially when youd stripped into an amazing vintage looking lingerie set, all lace and silk, stockings and snug garter belt hugging your form. You even remained in the stilletto high heels he loved you in despite you hateing the pain that came with them. He appreciated the sacrifice on your part.
"Yes yes" clark replied with a chuckle, you grinned entering the room where the magnificent set of kryptonite laced stockades were. Bruuce had done wonders taking great care to place just enough to weaken clark to that of a human man. Bruce made sure no harm would come to you or his friend. None of the kryptonite was visible, it was deeply embedded so it wouldnt irritate clarks skin. The kryptonian wouldnt know its was there untill he felt how weakend he was. Nothing dangerous, simply enough to let you have our wicked way with him.
You were excited, clark had said a few times he'd love to be powerless just once. To fall victim to you and your lust, to feel waht it was you felt everytime you gave everything up to him. He wanted to be free, free to feel and let go give in to a weaker pliant side.
And you always wanted to give that to him. To let him be vulnerable with you. Youd explored this with him somewhat, you'd topped him trying out a few things he'd hinted to b7t been to shy to ask for out right. But that was just a butt plug, he'd enjoyed it-ruined the sheets below him! So you were sure he was going to enjoy this whole endeavour. But you were a little nervous. I mean the odd finger or butt plug was one thing, but fucking him? That was something else.
"No xray peeking?" You chimed leading him closer to his metaphorical doom.
"No I promise now what are you doing?" He asked nerves creeping into his voice as you stopped him and began removing his shirt, flicking open the buttons one by one pressing kisses on the skin as you pealed the shirt open. Clark shuddered when you locked your tiny hot mouth around a nipple nibbling aspt it whilst dragging his short away.
You hummed releasing the now reddened teet with a drag of your teeth and giggled nuzzling against his warm fuzzy chest smoothingnyour hands over the plains of hard muscles, they jumped and shivered as your cool hands roamed him.
"Just relax my love~ Now spin and bend forward... there we go arms up babe" you finally spoke helping get him into place befpre quickly shucking dpwn the top of the stockades.
"Wha- babe what the fuck?" He yelped eyes snapping open and quickly tugging in a panic only to gasp and stutter when he couldnt tear free instantly.
"Do you like it?" You asked prowling around him like a cat, leathal and smooth. The stealth and grace you had in that moment was enough to bring any ,an to their knees. For a moment he was greatfull for the stockades holding him up right... well half up anyway. If not the the contraption he'd already be on his own knees befpre you pressig desperate kissing along your knee and inner thigh begging to lap at the juicey cunt hidden and weeping behinde the silk.
"This is your anniversary gift my love! A set of kinky stockades, but this set is particularly intresting there is a tiny bit of kryptonite init." You drolled smirking at him as he wriggled, breath already becomeing laboured pants and his suit pants becoming tighter. His cock already a few steps ahead, the beacon had been lit~
"Just enough to keep you in check" yu hummed disappearing behinde him a victorious smile gracing your lips as he cursed and the stockades gave a dull clunck as he tr4ied to follow you and keep you in his sight.
"Tonight mr kent you truley are at my mercy~" you purred from behinde him, tugging your harness up your thighs and securingnit on your waist letting the buckles clink so you husband could hear it. He shivered and moaned. You giggled biting your lip as you stroed arohnd before him again letting him see his suspicions were correct. You will have him tonight, just as he had you many nights before.
"Ah fuck babe- babe please~" he yipped and moaned stamping his feet cutely as you moved forward hands tagging eagerly at his suit pants and releasied the button letting the soft dark material fall to the floor, and then pinged him with the elastic of his boxers before forcing them down his hips.
"Begging already wonder boy? Im not even started. Kick" you uttered teasing him by keepjngnyour face just out of his reach. He whined and craned his neck trying to press kisses to your cheek but you held storng before comanding him to kick away his discarded bottoms.
"Now lets have a little one on one time with this glorious ass shall we?" You hummed whislt reaching out of his siht and reappeared with a bottle of lube before opening and drizzling it over the phalus attatched to your pubic bone. You bit your lipwatxhing him as his eyes followed your ha d and then widened, he almost yelped out loud and shifted on his feet again, hos own cock jumping at the sight.
"Oh god babe?! I-thats not gonna fit!" He keened tugging unconsciously on the stockade once more drawing a giggle from you when his voice trailed off into a moan.
"Thats what she said... well what i said~" you giggled and continuedto stroke the lube over the average sized pink strappon that was secured to your crotch. Smirking all the while as clark tried looking away absentmindedly trying to tugg his head free on the stockade. But every flinch was met with stern resistance by the apparatus, holding the mans hands and head in its grasp.
"But i think you'll find this will be a perfect fit~" you hummed walking around out of hos veiw with a smirlk. Clark tugged again moaning loud as you disappeared behinde him out of sight. You moved your hands over his back petting the taugh skin nd drifted lower to his hip and then followed the bone, one fatal arch that dipped forward towards the powerfull v above your own prize. Your hand grasped him firmly drawing a hiss and violent jerk of his hips forward willing you to grasp him firmly.
You did so with a laugh but remained still enjpying the pants and mewls, the desperae whines of your bound love whos whole body trembled. You knew this is something he'd wanted to experience, complete and utter helplessness. To be a your mercy entirely and have to endure whatever you wanted from him. And every moan and gasped breath and wimper only made you more confident in your decision.
"And remember love, the safeword is batmobile~" you teased ghosting your lips over his shoulder pressing a kiss to his skin making him jolt again. Hand tightening and twisting around his engorged cock, the way it was throbbing and twitching in your fingers telling you just how much he was enjoying this new found switch. You were glad he did, there was always that seed of doubt. But you figured it'd be good for him to let go everyonce in a while.
"Whats the safe word?" You asked teasingly, his response was a gargled moan of 'batmobile' makjng you chuckled and stand tall right behinde him raking your nails down his back as a reward making the godlike man bow beneath them, arching like a cat. Both chaseing and fleeing the light sting of you manicured nails. You chuckled when his whole body shivered again as the tickle became a pleasant sting.
"Now be a good boy and relax" you purred stopping the light patterns at the curve of his taught bottom that twitched and rippled as he shifted on his feet. You grinned and snapped your hand up capturing the underneath of his bottom making him yelp. You paused as the red mark began to show and then grinned.
So the kryptonite weakened him enough to feel the bite of your palm? Thats good to know ~ you hushed him rubbing the soft spot before lightly plucking at the cheeks separateing them just to let them spring back. He mewled archjng and squirming pleadjng with you to show him mercy, finallysuccumbing to you and the festivities you had in mind. You let out a giggle your breath fanning over his tail bone as you pressed a single chaste kiss to one of the glorious cheeks.
"Good boy Clark"
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The Boss [Henry Cavill]
A/N: a little idea I’ve had running through my head.
Plot: You work for Henry Cavill and regularly enjoy some extra benefits.
Pairing: Female!Reader X Henry Cavill
Warnings: Smut. Language. Semi-public sex.
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A lunch date with your boss was never just lunch; especially since your professional relationship had turned private and very sexual over the last few weeks. Knocking on his door you stand with a pile of finished paperwork to hand over, a cover for your fun, while your bag is thrown over your shoulder - more for show of a lunch meeting but it held various things you knew you’d need for ‘afterwards’.
He calls you in after a few moments and motions for you to lock the door. Henry buzzes his secretary that he was in an important lunch meeting and shouldn’t be disturbed; the tinny voice on the other end answers with an agreement and ends the conversation.
You hadn’t exactly been secretive but at the same time neither of you wanted to be the talking point of the company; Henry had been sure to not give you any special treatment - at least not in public.
The office Henry occupied was the top most floor of an elegant skyscraper; the view was stunning on a clear day like today when you could see miles. Just for that reason he had kept two of the large floor to ceiling windows completely clear of any curtains or blinds.
“Mr Cavill, my apologies for being late. I was…. Held up.” You smirk and place the file stack on his large and ornate desk, your bag sits on the chair opposite his.
“Oh? May I inquire as to why?” He raises an eyebrow and cocks his head.
“Well these vibrating panties you gifted me are extremely fun and I needed just a little time to myself to really enjoy them.”
“I hope you’re not spent?” He stands and places his hands in his pockets, pulling his trousers right across his crotch.
“Most certainly not.” You assure him. “Sadly the battery ran out before I could fully enjoy them.”
“Oh well, we can’t leave you unfinished can we? However I do need an oral presentation from you first… I remember you being very talented at them.”
You blush lightly and nod “I’m sure I can drum something up Mr Cavill. How would you like me?”
Henry walks over to his door and pulls across a long and dark blind to fully block out any view from the other side of the frosted glass.
“I would very much like you on your knees…”
You look at the carpet “you’ll owe me new stockings..” just a shadow of your inner brat showing through.
“There’s a new pair in my desk drawer.” He winks “already thought ahead because those are going to be ruined by the time I’m done with you.”
You shake your hair back and tie it up out the way with a simple hair elastic that lived on your wrist for times like this; there were more in your bag along with makeup and tissues - the boss liked to cum over your face and tits, he’s promised to cum over your ass too and while you had no issues with this; you couldn’t walk around the office like that. Wrong kind of office.
Henry walks to his desk and leans on the edge, feet planted firmly on the floor to steady himself. He watches you intently as you slip off your blazer and unbutton your blouse just enough to give him a glimpse of your cleavage. You had specifically picked the ivory and pink lace bra he had gifted you because of how it made you feel; sexy and powerful.
Slipping off your shoes and setting them beside the chair you bag rested on, you sink to your knees and look up under your lashes at your boss. He simply smirks and raises that damn eyebrow again; it’s a silent instruction for you to undo his trousers and get your oral presentation underway. Never one to really argue, you slowly unzip him and make sure your fingers brush over the bulge currently being held back. His hisses and quiet growls only push you to draw this out as long as possible; even when his trousers are open and down around his hips you palm him through his tight boxers and watch his head fall back.
Clearing his throat a little, Henry rolls his neck and looks down at you “fucking tease…”
You nod and slowly, painfully slowly, pull down his boxers to free his cock from their confines. He was already hard but you knew from experience he would get harder in your mouth; choking wasn’t something you enjoyed but gagging? Gagging on that cock was something you yearned and ached for.
Just like he has taught you, you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue over your teeth.
“Good girl…” his voice was low and sent shivers down your spine. The position you were now knelt in arches your back and presented a great view of your breasts to him; you shimmy your shoulders and pop a couple more buttons open before wrapping your hand around his cock and taking him into your mouth.
He moans and drops his head back, his knuckles going white as he grips the edge of the desk. He had told you exactly what he liked and had instructed you; since then you hadn’t needed instruction. Your head bobbed slowly as you hollow your cheeks; your tongue making sure your teeth never touch the sensitive skin. It takes little time for saliva to be running down your chin which only makes this all the more pleasurable for Henry. You moan quietly as you continue to take him, drawing his attention down to watch you again while the vibrations travel through him.
You had no intention of making him cum like this; you wanted him to have you, rough and ready, however he wanted to give it and that meant getting him as close as possible before pulling away. This wasn’t a tried and tested method. Yet. However you were desperate to find out exactly what would happen when you did.
Henry’s breathing speeds up and hitches as you keep working your mouth over him; your hand massages his balls firmly, making him hiss again.
“Good girl…. Just like that…” his voice is a little slurred and breathless as he watches you.
He was close but not close enough, breathing through your nose only you take him to the back of your throat and groan around him. He gasps and rocks his hips into you; a hand going to your hair but not pushing, just gripping. You groan again and look up, the fullness of your mouth making it hard to swallow or breathe without concentration, tears escape from your eyes and after only a few seconds your perfect makeup is ruined; streaking down your face.
He pants heavier and goes back to gripping the desk “fuck.. Jesus fuck..”
You felt his muscles tighten and twitch and just when you watched him inhale deeply ready to fill your mouth with his climax you pull away and look up at the disappointment, confused and frustrated expression on his face.
“Brat…!” He groans under his breath and leans down, grabbing your wrists and dragging you up to your feet.
You give a cheeky laugh and nod “uh huh…”
“This what you want?” He spins you to face the large window and undoes your skirt zip, pushing the material down your legs to the floor. “You wanted to get yours first?” He rakes his nails over your thighs and rips your tights in the process, proceeding to rip off the now dead vibrating panties at the shoddily sewn seams until you were naked from the waist down.
Henry wasted no time in bending you forward and spreading your legs, his hand running over you from behind “damn baby… you get that wet from sucking my cock?”
You moan at his fingers pushing into you and stretching you open in readiness for his cock.
“Answer me!” He snaps in your ear and reaches to undo your blouse fully, pulling the cups of your bra down under your breasts and pushing you against the cold window.
“Yes!” You lick your lips “gagging on your cock gets me so wet!”
Henry smirks and removes his fingers, replacing them with the length of his cock in a single smooth motion. You feel him slip into you with complete ease and fully stretch you. The first time he had fucked you, you thought he would rip you in two but instead you discovered just how much you loved him filling you and pushing deep.
You brace yourself on the window frame either side of you and push back to his hips “please…” you whisper.
“Please what?” He nips your neck lightly.
“Please fuck me.” You answer. “Fuck me hard.”
Henry growls low in your ear and snaps his hips into you, his hands holding your waist as he sets a deep and rough rhythm. You groan and push back to his rutting hips as best you could; this is exactly what you wanted. You looked out from the window and wondered if anyone else in the other skyscrapers could see you and whined at the thought of being seen.
Moving his hands down to your hips he pulls you onto his thrusts and moans louder “gonna have to re-so that oral presentation babygirl…. Very disappointed in the wrap up…”
You pant and re-steady yourself, unable to move to him and letting him instead do exactly what he wanted to you while you enjoyed his rough hands all over you, snaking around from your hips to your belly, up your ribs to your breasts and pinching your nipples enough to make you squeal in pleasure.
“Remind me to buy you nipple clamps…” he muses and massages your breasts.
You moan and lift your leg onto the low sill of the frame.
“You want it deeper?” Henry leans you up against his torso and lifts your leg over his forearm.
You chuckle at the make up marks on the window and turn your head to kiss Henry; even at this angle you were amazed how much of your mouth his tongue could explore.
Henry reaches down with his free hand and circles your swollen and sensitive clit quickly, his hips snapping up and into you relentlessly.
Moaning louder you lean your head back against him and reach up to pinch your own nipples “just there…” you pant and whine.
You hoped Henry wouldn’t take his revenge now for your oral presentation but the thought barely had time to fully fledge in your mind as you call out suddenly; you needn’t have worried, his cock hadn’t ever failed to make you climax and that wasn’t about to start now.
Collapsing back against Henry as your orgasm makes your legs weak you moan again when you feel him release inside you, your own juices mix with his seed and run down your thighs as he stands you down again.
He kisses over your neck and hums “damn good lunch meeting… you may wanna go clean up before you head out.”
“Good idea Mr Cavill… would you like to schedule another meeting before I do that?”
“How about we have a fun scenic drive home tonight? I can drop you off.”
“Sounds perfect…” you pick up your bag and take the replacement nylons from Henry’s drawer before heading to his bathroom.
~fin~
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Welcome home, Daddy
Summary: You were four months pregnant when Sy was deployed. One night after your son is born you’re woken up by a phone call: Sy has a surprise for you.
Pairing: Syverson x reader
Word Count: 1,489
Warnings: Fluff. Deployment of husband while reader is pregnant, breastfeeding.
A/N: This is my first story in a while. Sorry for the long absence but I had really lost my mojo there for a while. This story snuck up on me out of nowhere, and wouldn’t take no for an answer so here we are! Thank you guys for sticking by me and being patient with me.
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Even in the beginning you knew this was going to be difficult. Not the pregnancy itself, more rather the absence of your husband during it.
Sy had been deployed when you were only four months along. Saying he did not go happily was an understatement. Unlike any of the others he’d been assigned, Sy fought this deployment tooth and nail. Ultimately he had been powerless to change his hand.
You’d reassured him that everything would be ok, and he’d be back in time to see the birth. You both knew that may not happen, but you both held onto the hope that you were right.
A month later you received the first phone call from him since his departure. He would have to stay until their objective was complete. Meaning there was no way he, or anyone else, could tell you when he would be home.
Over the next three months you, and the rest of the Syverson family tried like mad to make sure Sy would be home on the day of your induction.
The Army seemed to want the Captain to be there to witness the birth of his child almost as much as the rest of his family. Yet, given the location and the degree of difficulty pf this mission, he wasn’t going to be easily tracked down. Even with the powers that be making great efforts to get in contact with anyone on, or nearby, the Special Forces team that Sy was leading.
As fate would have it, your little one had different plans anyway. You went into labor two weeks early. They couldn’t reach Sy in time. He called you on a grainy Skype call two days later.
“Oh, Mama,” his breath caught as he spoke, “you did good. You did so good, sweetheart.” He beamed with pride over you and his little one. The two of you talked for a few more minutes before he called over someone passing by. “Hey Tommy, you wanna meet my kid?”
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Two months later. You’d grown accustomed to the late night feedings, the mountains of diapers, and being spit up on. Not to mention you’d almost cracked the code behind your son's confusing cries.
Tonight was a bit different.
You woke to an odd noise and blindly reached for your phone. In your delirious, sleepy haze you tried to shush the ringing cell phone under your patting hand as if it were your baby.
When you realized what you were doing you rolled your eyes at yourself. Waking fully you reached again for your now silent phone on the nightstand.
The dim screen boasted the picture of you with Sy at the going away party his parents had held at their home. You were both in a Charlie’s Angels pose holding NERF guns. You couldn’t stop laughing long enough to make it a serious pose; Sy on the other hand wore the perfect war face.
The large white numbers read 2:12, beneath them in the notification bubble:
Sy
Missed Call
Your heart flip flopped. Quickly sitting up you jostled the sleeping infant next to you. Letting out a small startled cry, he calmed after hearing your soothing voice. Cradling him close to you caused him to root against your milk swollen breast so you offered to nurse.
You had planned to call Sy back as soon as your son was settled but he beat you to it. Before it even really rang you answered.
“Sy?!” You spoke excitedly in a hushed tone.
“Hey darlin’,” you melted hearing that deep southern drawl. “I didn’t wake ya now did I?”
“Yeah. It’s alright, it was almost time to feed him anyway. Is everything ok?”
“Yeah, just wanted to call you while I had the chance.”
You smiled. Hearing his voice, no matter how far away, would always make you feel like everything was right in the world.
“I’m glad you did. We’ve missed you.” You looked down into the most beautiful blue eyes you had ever seen. Little one was definitely going to look like his father.
“I’ve missed you both so much, darlin.”
Putting it on speaker you sat the phone back over on the nightstand. You sat back against the headboard and listened to Sy talk for a minute, realizing how clear his words were. Normally the service there was iffy at best.
“How’s our little one?”
“Good! He’s nursing now.”
“I thought I could hear those little grunts. Hungry little guy, aren't ya pal?"
Chuckling softly you looked down at your beautiful little boy. You heard the faint, but unmistakable sound of keys jingling together. Before you could ask him what he was doing he interrupted your thoughts.
“The Thompson’s never patched that hole in their garage door did they?”
“Nah, Janice told me Bill was going to, but their new dog likes running in and out of there like it’s a doggy door.”
Sy laughed. It wasn't a big laugh but it made your eyes well up with tears. You missed him like crazy.
“You know what we need?”
You made a soft hmm sound while checking on your son.
“Somma those solar light things for the driveway. Make it easier to see what the hell I'm doing out here in the dark. Wow, the rose bush really has really taken off.”
It was cute; Sy was being Sy again. He wasn’t grumpy or sad right now. He was rambling things off like he would if he were home. This conversation didn't feel rushed or crowded.
It was intimate, quiet.
Quiet.
No static. No iffy service.
Realization hit you.
“Sy, Missed call.”
That call had come from his personal phone.
When he was deployed it was either a foreign number or a blocked number that showed up. In Sy’s words, his personal phone was a ‘glorified paper weight’ out there.
He’s home.
“Sy?” Your voice caught in your throat.
“Yes baby?”
Your ears perked up instantly listening for any signs of your husband.
“Are you…” you trailed off.
You could faintly hear the front door opening slowly downstairs.
“Am I?” He asked with a calm, playful cheerfulness.
You heard the unmistakable thud of his worn combat boots on the hardwood.
You couldn’t speak. You just silently wept with joy.
Hearing his footsteps on the stairs you wondered if this was only a dream that you would eventually wake from. No this was real and the anticipation was killing you.
The top step. No matter what, Sy would always step on the creaky spot. It was like he couldn't avoid it no matter how he tried.
You waited.
*CREAK*
A whisper of “shit..” crescendoed into the phone and through the hall. You tried not to laugh too loud as your son's eyes had just begun to flutter back to sleep.
The phone disconnected as you saw his large silhouette enter the door frame. He paused for a moment; breathing in the smells of home, taking in the sight of you nursing his newborn son.
The bedroom floor groaned under his weight as he came closer, just as it always had. Sy undid his belt, his pants hit the floor at the foot of the bed. Shucking off his gray Army t-shirt, he climbed in under the covers to lay beside you.
You watched him carefully. His eyes had only left yours once since he walked in. You wiped the tears from your face as he settled in beside you. Sy looked down at the content, beautiful little boy that the two of you had made.
Sy reached out with a shaky hand. He wanted so badly to touch him but he was afraid.
“Can I?"
You nodded, "of course you can."
“I won’t hurt him or nothin’, will I?” His hand hovered over his face. “I won’t wake him?”
“Oh honey. No, you won’t hurt him. It’ll be ok if you wake him. He’s pretty good about sleeping though.”
Sy’s fingers gently stroked the top of his son’s head. He marveled at the amount of hair he had and you reminded him of all the times you complained with heartburn.
You just thought you couldn't be more in love with Sy. He leaned over and kissed the sleeping boy's forehead. Your son rewarded him with a brilliant Syverson smile.
“Are you ready to hold him?
Sy smiled bigger than you’d seen in months.
“Yeah.” He sat up on the bed as you turned to present him with his son. Placing the little boy in his arms you looked up to see Sy doing something you’d never seen.
Sy was crying. Unashamed, tears of joy poured down your war hero's chiseled face. His breath hitched as he spoke to his son for the first time.
“Hey little guy. I’m your dad.” More tears sprang forward for you both when his little hand grasped Sy’s wide finger.
“Welcome home, Daddy.” You whispered before kissing his cheek.
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Summary: Napoleon loves it when you wear lipstick. He especially loves seeing the color kissed all over his body.
Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Female OFC (no body type specifically described, not named.)
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, swearing, oral sex (m receiving), light edging, control, lipstick kink, lots of teasing, bodily fluids, slight sub behavior if you squint.
Author's Note: This work is for 18+ only, no minors tolerated. You consume content at your own risk. This story has been seriously consuming my every thought the last several days… who knew I could write so many words about this topic.. as always, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy!
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Burgundy Kisses
Always the adventurous type, especially when it involved the bedroom, Napoleon embraced his deepest desires with great fervency. A deliciously attentive lover, if not sometimes overwhelming, Napoleon made it his life’s mission to treasure every inch of his woman’s skin, carrying her to heights of pleasure she’d only ever experienced at his hands.
He knew that he was smooth and that he was a man of many talents. He used them to his advantage to make his lady swoon. She wasn’t a woman who was easily hypnotized, but she had a specific weakness for Leon. She gave in to his charms with little reluctance and had come to appreciate the doting and luxurious attention that Leon gave to her, even if it wasn’t her first nature to do so; he’d trained her well.
Leon loved dressing up his girl and lavishing her with the finest items that money could buy; it was no coincidence that he called her his doll. He couldn’t help himself; he was infatuated with pretty things.
And she was the prettiest he’d ever seen.
For some date nights, Leon would select her outfit for the upcoming evening. He had an eye for what she would look irresistible in, though she didn’t need the assistance. It was a little game that the two of them liked to play.
The rules for these dates were simple: she was to wear what he had selected and bring her willingness to be spoiled.
He would buy a new dress and pair it with delicate lacy lingerie, only gifting the best to his sweetheart. When she had a beautifully wrapped package waiting on her apartment doorstep, she knew that it was time to play again.
Napoleon’s favorite part, however, didn’t actually have to do with choosing her attire. His doll would come home to find not only his outfit selection but also that her lipstick and nail polish had already been chosen and set upon her vanity.
He took extraordinary pleasure in selecting the color that would adorn her hands and lips. There was an insurmountable amount of satisfaction in choosing the colors that would later be swirling and teasing his cock.
Shades of red, pink, purple, and the occasional nude elicited excitement and set the premise for how the night would unfold. The color he selected gave instruction for how he wished for her to act, and she would comply accordingly. Lighter shades cued to a more submissive expectation, but reds, purples, and deeper shades told her to take control. On these evenings, kisses on the lips weren’t allowed; the lipstick was meant for one place only.
That time with his sweetheart, watching her dance her mesmerizing tongue and fingertips around his straining manhood, placing neat pigmented kisses upon him, was his undoing. He loved the way she trailed her colored kisses over his thighs and hips, leaving her temporary marks on his skin. The way her fingers would grip and caress his thighs, especially the crease above them where they met his hips, would make him nearly combust without any contact with his cock.
Tonight’s lip and nail choice — burgundy. Truly a symbol of power and the color of lustful seduction, Leon embraced the delicious anticipation he felt about this color selection. It was sultry, elegant, and perfectly crafted just for his girl. Burgundy had not been used for these evenings yet, but the color was one of his personal favorites. Accompanied by nude floral embroidered lingerie and nude pumps, all of this was to be worn with the black silk fitted cocktail dress that he’d had made by a designer earlier in the week.
The date began promptly upon picking her up, and after a sweetly romantic evening of wine, dinner, soft touches, and Leon’s suave spoiling, they made their way back to his loft where she could spoil him instead.
Quiet music played from the brass phonograph in the corner. Smooth saxophone and piano melodies swirled throughout the room, filling the space with electrically seductive energy.
Standing in his bedroom, his doll knew exactly where to begin: she stood confidently before the floor-length gold-trimmed mirror, her burgundy fingers softly dancing across her form. Her eyes met his as she continued her sensual self-exploration, embodying the energy of his color choice and gazing at Napoleon in the mirror as he approached her body from behind. Watching his kitten lose herself in her arousal was an exquisite part of the thrill. He was bewitched by her very essence; she was a vixen, and whether she was adorned in the garb he’d selected or otherwise, she was perfection.
An alluring glance from under her thick lashes greeted his eyes as she felt his hands glide up the curve of her back, his fingers pinching her zipper and pulling it down slowly. He guided the thin straps of her dress down her arms, the silk gliding down her body and pooling on the floor at her feet. His smirk met hers in the mirror’s reflection. Running his lithe fingers up her arms and back down her sides, he savored every inch of her buttery skin, pausing to spend extra time around the edges of the embroidered bralette that held her delectable breasts. Leon kissed her shoulder and nibbled her neck as she melted her backside into him, pressing herself into his growing manhood and leaning her head back onto his broad shoulder. Her hands covered his and guided his touch down her body.
He loved to watch the pleasure be drawn from her body by his hand. He loved it, even more, when she asserted her wishes over the sensations that he gave her. Napoleon had no reservations about giving up his control and letting his doll take the reins.
An oversized leather armchair sat directly in front of the ornate mirror. Guiding him to stand in front of it, his sweetheart began to remove his clothing leisurely, one piece at a time. Her lips were pursed in concentration, and Leon inwardly groaned. The only downside to this game was not having her kissable lips on his. Her lips were always irresistibly sweet, he couldn’t get enough of them. Tossing his suit jacket, shirt, and tie across to the bed, she made her way down to his waist, kneeling atop the black satin pillow he’d purchased just for this act.
She smiled up at him wickedly as her hands trailed up the back of his trouser-clad legs, and he saw her visibly shudder with lust when she reached his ass: he knew that she loved how these pants fit him. Her eyes had been on his backside all evening as he’d caught her staring and biting her lip on several occasions. He wore them just to rile her up; she definitely had a thing for his ass. Reaching to unbuckle his Italian leather belt, she rid him of the rest of his well-fitted suit, taking careful care to avoid where he needed her touch most.
Once he was bare in front of her, she assuredly pushed him back into the armchair with authority. His cock was already rigid and leaking and she hadn’t even begun.
She raised herself to trace her fingers down his chest, drawing careful spirals in the hair around his nipples, pinching them lightly, eliciting a soft moan from the man she was pleasing.
Leon gave in to every sensation she was creating on his body. From her light touches, the scraping of her fingernails down his stomach, the tracing of the v at his hips, goosebumps were already erupting on his skin with her every touch.
She was a master at working him up to full desperation. He hardly ever begged, but she brought him close to it; he needed to feel her lips on his body. She slowly began placing those coveted kisses across his inner thighs and hips, only letting her cheek graze his throbbing erection as she moved.
He was going crazy, but this is exactly what he wanted: he was high off the exhilaration.
Finally, with her hands squeezing the tops of his muscular thighs and her eyes boring into his, she leaned in to place her first vermillion-shaded kiss on his cock.
“Oh, fuck,” Napoleon sighed with relief.
She began to tease him, using her strong tongue to worship him from tip to base and back again, placing kisses on every ridge, feeling the contours of his gorgeous cock underneath her lips. Her mouth then engulfed his length, surrounding him in a blissful bath of warmth.
Napoleon’s breathing became heavy as he took in the sight before him paired with the sensations that he felt. Watching her burgundy lips slide up and down… up and down... her mouth took in more of his length to meet her matching nails that were massaging his base.
“God damn, doll. Your mouth is pure sin.”
It may have been Leon’s game, but she was completely in charge. She hummed and moaned lowly around his veiny cock, sending warm vibrations all the way into his hips. He struggled to keep his head angled to look at her, wanting to instinctively rest his head back on the chair at her ministrations. She released him from her lips and reached to grab him, pivoting her head to distinctly lick the ridge on the underside of his cock, placing more lipstick marks upon him. Burgundy kisses now covered his manhood. These deep red smooches were evidence of every place she’d been, and the visual was enough to nearly send him over the edge into his bliss.
He tried his best to keep his hands gripped to the arms of the chair, preferring to let the sensations be completely guided by his precious muse, letting it always be a surprise as to where she kissed next. Sometimes she used this knowledge to her advantage, teasing him with just the warm pillows of her lips, barely grazing his length until he could no longer stand the teasing, and ended up twisting his fingers deep into her silky hair.
Napoleon used the chair in this room for several reasons: his favorite being the mirrors he had strategically placed around the perimeter that gave him the ability to not only watch her ministrations from the front but to also peek at her delectably shaped ass as she worked him to a tingling frenzy. God, she was a knockout.
Savoring her warmth, his hands found the back of her head to take control, but they were immediately replaced by her on the armchair. Winking at him while her mouth was full of his large cock, she suddenly released him from the warmth and Leon writhed as she blew cold air on his wet member. His doll grabbed his hands and urged him to stand, grazing her manicured nails up and down his legs.
She knew he was already close by labored breathing and the twitching of his cock. Now that he was upright, his sweetheart rose up on her knees and began kissing and tracing her tongue along his hip bones and right at the bottom of his scruffy belly, teasing him by letting him back off of the edge that he was quickly approaching. Her burgundy nails went to hold his balls, caressing and teasing them, causing Napoleon to throw his head back in delicious frustration. He reveled in the sensations she was giving to him.
“Ah, ah, ah, look at me, Leon,” she sang out softly to him as she met his eyes and leaned in to impress pigmented kisses on his balls, marking each one as hers before taking him again in her sinful mouth.
His kitten knew if she stood Leon up and angled his body just right, he could use the mirrors to see a third reflection where he could observe her burgundy painted fingers dance on the back of his thighs and his ass. She used her grip on his ass to push and pull him as she bobbed her head, enveloping his entire length down to his base as her lipstick was beginning to smear. Watching her, Leon knew she was losing herself in giving him pleasure, just like he lost himself when he was plunging into her sweet center. Napoleon moaned passionately, unable to contain his pleasure, which only spurred her further.
She pulled his thick cock all the way down her throat again, managing to place a single deep red kiss mark around his base. Leon was close to losing control, trembling beneath her touch. His doll could feel him thickening and she let her movements become erratic as he tangled his fingers in her hair once more, helping guide her to his building orgasm. As he began to cum, Napoleon’s eyes met hers and he watched her suck his release right out of him, those burgundy lips gripping him tightly while his cum drenched the back of her throat.
She guided his shaking body back into the chair and rose to go to the mirror and readjust her lipstick before continuing their activities. Leon, physically spent, followed her form hungrily with his eyes, soaking in the bliss that his amazing woman had drawn out of him. She crawled in his lap, finally pressing a kiss to his cheek, marking him as her own.
Leon wrapped his arms around his lover and picked her up as he made his way to the bed, ready to worship her beautiful body and reward her for her devotion to the game.
In his head, he was already planning his next color.
I do not own Napoleon Solo, The Man From Uncle, or anything relating to it.
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Fic: A Close Shave 1/1
Summary: Syverson has been looking like a woolly beast lately and You have it all planned out - a sexy shave astride his lap. But damn it, nothing goes according to plan. And thank goodness for that!
Pairing: Captain ‘Sy’ Syverson x YOU (and your glorious self)
Rating/Warnings: Cock-warming, vanilla and bourbon, attempting to conquer the beast, sex, fluff, silliness, and well... at least you tried :D
Notes: By now you all know how much I like writing fun, sexy times. This is no different.
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‘Are you ready?’
You waited a moment and from the other side of the master bathroom door, you heard the squeak from the shower taps as he turned them off.
‘C’mon,’ he called and excited, you opened the door.
It was delightfully hot in that blue-green tiled room and the moist air smelt pleasantly of vanilla and bourbon. It was from that distinctive scented soap you’d bought for him, on a whim, years ago, and although you had been unsure if it was even to his taste, to your surprise, he became an ardent fan.
You pushed a low, square, cushion-topped bench against the wall in front of the sink, and quickly kicked shut the door. Grabbing a fresh towel from the wicker storage basket, you folded and neatly lay it atop the cushion to protect it from getting wet.
Then, across the wide sink lip, you unfurled the leather roll-up bag containing his beard grooming kit, which was a neat collection of shiny silver tools. Next to the tools you set a stiff brush, a wooden narrow toothed comb and a bottle of beard conditioning oil. Sy watched you and continued to briskly towel dry before loosely wrapping and knotting the towel about his trim waist.
Pleased with the presentation, you patted the soft seat.
‘Park it,’ you said.
Unsure of your barbering skills, Sy apprehensively rubbed a big hand over his out-of-control facial hair. Sure, it had grown out more than normal, and while he loved you, he didn’t want to be butchered by an eager, yet inexperienced hand.
Nevertheless, he grinned, and pointedly looked you over.
‘I’ve never been to a barber who wore my t-shirt…’
He paused, then leaned in and lifted the hem of the oversized shirt. He grunted as if he’d been expecting that you wore nothing but his t-shirt.
‘… panties,’ he observed with some disappointment.
You laughed, delighted and slapped his hand away.
‘Behave and sit down!’
He chewed his lower lip and chuckled in that low, husky way that always sent a thrill through you. Sy swaggered in close, crowded you against the wall, and attempted to slide his hands up beneath the t-shirt. Heat radiated from his skin and the scent of vanilla and bourbon and something deliciously and uniquely his, rose into your senses.
With him that close, that intoxicating, he threatened to thwart all of your plans. You put your hands flat to his hairy chest, in an effort to rein him in, but it didn’t stop him from curving down to mouth hungrily at the bend of your shoulder exposed by the wide shirt neck.
‘Ok, ok,’ he laughed and with a huff, sat where you directed him.
You took a moment to regain your composure and eyeing him carefully for a moment, you crept your gaze up his heavily muscled thigh to where the partially open towel promised to reveal him. Drinking in your open admiration, he shifted, and rolled his hips, a clear invitation that nearly brought you to your knees to eagerly swallow that divine mouthful that he offered so willingly.
‘Take off your panties and sit on my lap,’ he said, sliding off his towel and draping it across his lap.
Without protest, you stepped out of your knickers and tossed them aside.
And with a smile, you said, ‘Well, turnabout is fair play.’
You teased your fingers along the edge of the towel and easing it off his lap, watched his thick cock bob up against his upper thigh. You let out a long breath. He was a thing of beauty and he looked down at himself and then back up at you, with pride and desire shining in his blue eyes.
Sy reached out with both hands and pulled you forward and astride his lap. He was so hot between your legs that you were nearly robbed of coherent thought.
‘Let me,’ you whispered hoarsely and rising to your knees you took him in hand and guided him inside you.
Time went still and the sound of his quick breath mirrored yours. He moaned and gripped your bottom as you eased down the length of him until you could take in no more.
The muscle in his jaw bunched as he clamped down on a groan and you pushed him back against the steam warmed wall behind him. You fought through the need to ride him and squeezed your eyes shut.
‘Fuck, baby… you’re gonna kill me.’
‘Hush. Don’t move. Be a good boy and don’t move.’
He shuddered and took several moments of long breathing before he was able to speak.
‘Ok,’ he said slowly, still breathless and directing his glance at the sink. ‘Fill it up with some hot water and open the lather bar tin.’
The silver tin of hard shaving soap was heavy in your hand, and it opened easily with a twist of the top. You set it aside and filled the sink basin with hot water. You picked up the shaving brush and with a smile, flicked the soft bristles against the tip of his nose. Sy pulled you close.
‘Put some water on the soap and leave the brush in the sink to soak.’
You could feel him watching you as you did what you were told and it was singularly arousing.
‘Wet both your hands and work the water into my beard.’
‘The moment of truth,’ you purred and squeezed his cock with your tight walls.
Sy sucked in a quick breath and colour bloomed across his cheeks. You greedily consumed his expression of desperation to give into his baser instincts.
‘Baby… baby please,’ he begged.
You ignored his plea and instead rubbed your wet hands together, and massaged your fingers through his bristly facial hair. You took your time with it, looking into his eyes and drinking in his increasingly contented expression as you worked your fingers against his skin.
‘Does that feel good?’
You let your fingers drift from his face to his jaw and down the back of his neck.
‘Mmmm, yeah. I- I like it.’
Closing his eyes, Sy leaned his head against the wall and eagerly kneaded your bottom.
You smiled and reached for the comb and scissors. When you moved, he tensed and the hot pulse of his cock inside you made it harder to concentrate on the task at hand.
‘Don’t make any sudden moves, or you’re going to end up with a bald patch,’ you warned him and he made a quiet noise of acceptance.
You lifted the scissors to his cheek and then drew away.
Damn. Focus, girl.
You took in a breath and lifted the scissors again. Your hands were visibly trembling and your body had started spasming involuntarily much to Sy’s obvious delight. He curved his big hands about your bottom, dragging you in and rocking up into your heat.
He was at his limit.
‘You– you’re not being fair,’ you gasped resisting the urge to bounce.
‘Was I supposed to be fair?’ he teased. ‘Now put down the scissors before one of us gets hurt.’
You tossed them into the sink, wrapped your arms about Sy’s neck, and crashed your mouth down upon his. Syverson growled and stood, lifting you effortlessly to the edge of the sink, and spreading your thighs so that he could pound hard into you. You had teased him long enough and now he was going to make you pay.
You wrapped yourself around him, encouraging him to ruin your needy cunt and to make you take him so deep that you’ll be unable to walk. Your own orgasm hit hard, taking you by surprised and you howled his name.
Sy gripped your bottom and instantly came hard into your trembling body. He held you until you finally fell still and quiet and drew back to look down at you when you started giggling.
‘That… did not go the way I planned.’
‘S’ok,’ he smiled in response, picked you up from the sink and carried you into the bedroom. ‘Let’s do it planned.’
-the end, you naughty little things. I love you ;D
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What’s freya got in her writing plans 👀👀👀
Hey darling.
Few of the stories that I’m almost finished working on are:
1. Romantic smut about a jealous Captain Syverson x reader. It’s a one shot and it’s a bit long. 5k by now but I’m close to wrapping it up.
2. A semi dark Sherlock Holmes x virgin reader.
3. A Henry story for @zealoushound 👀🖤 which I’ll possibly post after the Sy story!
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Hiiiiiii. Your bio says your take requests. I was wondering if you could write something with Syverson with a s/o who is really tall like just under 6 feet. 🥺👉👈please. and no worries if not
Thanks Anon! This was fun!!!! I’m not short being about 5’6” so slightly above average but I have no idea what its like being nearly 6 foot. I hope you enjoy this little drabble. I have no doubt Sy’s BDE wouldn’t care for a moment if his girl was as tall as him or even taller! More of her to love in his opinion 🥰 Oh and I couldn’t help it being a bit smutty. I hope you don’t mind!
Thanks to @amberangel112 for a quick beta read.
Summary: Sy likes tall girls.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Tall!Female Reader
Word Count: approx. 450
Warnings: Oral sex (f receiving)
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She’s got Legs
“You ready, Bean?” Sy says, sticking his head into the bedroom. You look down at your feet clad in odd shoes, one with a small kitten heel, the other a six-inch heel. You like the tall heel but weren’t sure. You stand up and check in the mirror turning from side to side. Pursing your lips, you turn from side to side.
Your little black dress is slightly too short but isn’t scandalously so. Being nearly six foot tall has some advantages but finding a short skirt that doesn’t become a micro mini on you is difficult. So was finding the right shoes sometimes. Yeah, your legs and ass look good in the high heels, but you knew you’d be taller than nearly everyone at the party if you wore them, including Sy.
Sy comes in and sits on the bed behind you. “You want a man’s opinion?” he asks with a smirk.
“Go on then,” you grin. You make eye contact in the mirror and watch as he reaches down and grabs the other six-inch heel. He holds it up so you can see, and you let out a chuckle. “Now how did I know you were going to pick that one?” You turn around and he looks up at you.
“I’m a simple man,” he says reaching out and placing his hands on your hips pulling you closer. He lifts your leg with the kitten heel, takes it off and replaces it with the taller heel. “I like long legs and slutty shoes.”
Laughing out loud now you say, “You know I’m taller than you in these.”
Sy places your foot on his thigh, the point of the heel digs into his knee. Starting at your ankle he runs his hand up your calf. With hooded eyes and a languid grin, he says in a throaty voice, “Oh believe me Bean, I know.”
Your breath catches as his hand slides up your thigh, pushing your already short skirt up over your ass. He leans in and kisses you just above the knee, slowly working his way up to your apex.
“We’re going to be late,” you remind him. Your eyes close and you throw your head back as his beard tickles the delicate skin of your inner thigh.
“It’s your fault,” he says. You feel his fingers skim over the thin lace of your thong as he gently pulls it aside. His words are muffled as he breathes onto you. You hear something about long legs and heaven before you feel his tongue against you. You no longer care if you’re late as Sy brings you closer to God.
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Once in a Lifetime
Summary: Meeting Chris at a premier for the first time.
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
A/N: "Ajab si" song has been stuck in my head for a couple of days. I had to pen it down. But this drabble can be read independently, without any relation to the song. Also, I high-key think I'll be having the same reaction as Shahrukh in the movie Om Shanti Om if I ever meet Chris in real life. 🥺
Title: Once in a Lifetime
Aayi aisi raat hai jo, Bohat khush-naseeb hai
This night is very lucky
As soon as you noticed the black limo coming to a halt at the other end of the red carpet, your heart started thumping in your chest. You adjusted the straps of your dress, holding the pen and poster of his recent movie character, amongst all the other fans lined up behind the barricade. The music was loud and the screams were deafening, yet your heartbeat echoed loud and clear in your ears. When he stepped out of the car, dressed in a form fitting suit, looking dapper with a huge smile on his face; you were certain you would faint.
Chaahe jisse door se duniya, Vo mere kareeb hai
The one whom the whole world desires is close to me
"Chris!" The girls behind you called out, repeatedly screaming his name while shoving their bodies against you.
While they shouted his name, you had lost your voice completely, staring at his figure dumbfounded. The excitement of meeting him for the first time had turned into a full blown anxiety attack. Your hands had turned cold and you were pretty sure your legs were shaking.
"Hello guys." Chris had walked up the barricade, greeting everyone while pulling the cap off of his marker pen. He was a few paces away, answering questions by the fans along with signing anything that caught his attention.
As he came closer, enough for you to notice the freckles on his cheeks and the vein on the side of his neck, you were nearly in tears. If Chris looked handsome on screen, up close he looked surreal like he was one of God's best creations.
With trembling hands you had reached out to him with your poster, feeling the stinging tears welling up in your eyes.
Kitna kuch kehna hai, Fir bhi hai dil mein sawaal kahi
I have so much to say and yet I have so many questions
"Hi, hi, hi" He greeted everybody as he signed along.
You took a deep breath to calm your nerves, smelling his distinct cologne as it overwhelmed your senses with it's spicy undertone. But your world near about exploded when he grabbed your poster and smiled at you.
Those mere seconds when he was signing his autograph, felt like a lifetime as time moved slowly for you. You noted how his hand glided along the paper and how he concentrated to put only so much pressure to write but not tear it. His fingers had clasped the other end of the poster, so delicately and yet so firm like holding a baby. The way his head titled to the side when he wrote had always looked adorable on tv; to be seeing it in person was like a dream come true.
"Thank you." You squeaked, unsure whether he even heard it.
"No, no. Thank you." He nodded, moving on to the next person and making his way down the aisle, clicking pictures along the way too. His simple acknowledgement had sent you sky-rocketing to the heavens; your life goal was now complete.
But your magical reality was ruined when you groaned as the girls behind you rushed to push forward. You felt the air leave your lungs as you were being crushed against the metal bars. You tried to maintain your stance but it was becoming increasingly difficult, leaving you gasping for air.
"Hey, hey!" Chris rushed back towards you, calling his men to help him.
Sapnon mein jo roz kaha hai, wo phir se kahun Ya nahi
Should I voice what I’ve so often repeated in my dreams?
You were hyper aware of his face being mere inches away from yours. His hand rested on your back while his men kept the other fans behind and pulled you out to the side. Once in the open, you coughed, catching your breath while bending with your hands resting on your knees.
"You okay?"
Your head snapped up when you heard Chris's voice. He looked concerned, the crease between his brows deepening with each passing second. At the proximity of your bodies without the metal barricade separating you both, you could notice the glimmer of blue mixing with green in his eyes and the way he towered over you.
You were rendered speechless at the way your night had turned out to be. Every word, every syllable that you had ever learnt had completely vanished from your vocabulary. When you opened your mouth, nothing but air came out.
Chris chuckled before gently placing his hand on your arm. "I have to rush but they'll help you if you need anything, alright?" He smiled at you before sauntering towards the media personnel standing near the barricades.
When you could gather your wits, you couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. You felt your heart flutter, watching him in the distance as he animately spoke to the interviewer. In that same starstruck daze, you noticed your signed poster was missing, probably slipping put of your grasp when you were trying to save yourself from getting crushed.
One would think you would be upset about it, but you were anything but. With a faint tingle on your arm where he had touched you, you turned on your heels and made your way out of the venue with a memory that would be forever imprinted in your mind.
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