#capt. syverson

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Could you do, "They told me you left." With captain syverson, please? ❤️

of course babe! xo

You heard a deep, gruff sounding Southern accent drawl out your name, causing you to spin around on your heels, turning to face the man the voice belonged to. You raised an eyebrow upon realizing it was Luke Syverson, the last person you ever expected to see here. "They told me you left. Yesterday morning, actually," you said softly, your eyes fixated on him, committing his face to memory in case this impromptu reunion is the last of its kind. "I did, sort of," Luke nodded, taking his sunglasses off and resting them atop his head. He looked around outside, frowning as he noticed the expression on your face, "I figured you'd be happy to see me though." "I would be under any normal circumstances, but the fact that you're not on the plane to Iraq right now tells me either something is wrong, or you didn't get medical clearance to go back over." "Something is wrong, I'll give ya that much." "Care on sharing it with the rest of the class, Luke? Or just gonna keep it to yourself and let me guess?" Luke's lips curled up into a mischievous grin. He shook his head with laughter as he looked at you, his blue eyes meeting your gaze for a split second before breaking contact. He shrugged his large, burly shoulders before continuing. "I mean, it's not like anyone's gonna die over it serious. Just...I needed to tell ya something." "I'm listening." "Look, Sugar, I like you. I don't tend to like too many people, I'm sure everyone's told ya. But, I like you. I don't go handin' out nicknames to just anyone. I've been callin' ya Sugar for months now. Don't ya think that means somethin'?" "It means you like me enough to give me a pet name, so what? My best friend and I call each other "babe" all the time." Luke let out a frustrated, strangled sounding groan as he shook his head again. He held out his large hands in front of him, gesturing for you to stop for a moment so he could recollect his thoughts. "Let me try again, ok? I like ya, Sugar. I want to see where things go for us. I managed to extend my leave by a few weeks. I'm not needed over there just yet, and when I found out, the first thing I wanted to do was see ya, see that pretty lil' face of yours and hold ya close, that kinda thing. That's not how I normally am with people, you know?" "Luke, are you trying to ask me out?" "Trying and not succeeding, yeah." "Yes." "Yes?" Luke raised an eyebrow in confusion, "Sugar, I'm not following ya." "Yes, I'll go out with you, Luke," you said with a laugh, shaking your head as you wrapped your arms around his neck, gently pulling him down for a kiss. Luke wrapped his strong arms around you tightly, his lips finding yours in a hungry, passionate kiss. His beard tickled your lip as your tongues became entangled with one another, the fiery heat between the two of you burning brighter and hotter with every passing second. You'd been wanting this, longing for it and dreaming of it for weeks since you were introduced to him by a mutual friend at a barbecue earlier this summer.

Luke had come home on leave, and not having a family to come home to, his high school best friend, who had married your own best friend while Luke was deployed overseas, had invited the two of you over for dinner one night. Drinks were shared, stories told, and sparks flew instantly. Luke, to his credit, had been nervous about starting anything with someone, unsure how long of a stay stateside he'd get to have before being called back. However, the chemistry between you both was too much for anyone to deny. You'd let him go, not wanting to create issues for him while he was away, but knowing that you'd spend every day waiting for a friendly teasing email from him, signed off with a flirty little salutation at the end. Now, however, Luke was yours. You had a few weeks to prepare yourself before seeing him off, but, you knew that you'd savour every moment together - making it impossible this time for either of you to leave without needing to say goodbye.

[bradshawssugarbaby]

i'm confident this man could rip my 6 ft 1 ass in half and i'd thank him for it.

Big Sy 🥵

[nkp1981]

Henry Cavill as Capt. Syverson in “The Sand Castle”, 2017

[ramp-it-up]

Thank you for the read and the support! 🤍

...Anytime you Like

Pairing: Syverson x OFC Reader "Buttercup"

Summary: You have your way with Sy. Or is it him having his way with you? 🧐

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. S MUT, talk of birth control, Graphic sex. Fingering, manual sex (f receiving) oral, Dom Sy is coming out to play, degredation AND praise kink, dirty talk kink, begging, raw p in v, size kink, pleasurable pain, rough sex, copious amounts of bodily fluids, some fluff and just a lil' angst at the end. This is 2.5k of porn with a teeny tiny bit of plot.

Read at your own risk.  Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N:  This is the fourth installment of II Most Wanted. I'm in love with these two; they are bringing my writer heart back to life. If you like it, please reblog and comment.

I don't have a taglist. Please follow @rampitupandread and turn on notifications to learn when I post! 😘

I Do NOT Consent to my work being reposted, translated or presented on any other blog or site other than by myself.

Previous part here

------

Sy gladly let you pull him into your rental.

Then, he took control.

He pushed you against the wall and placed his hands on your waist, bending down because of the height difference, even though you were wearing four inch-heels. You’d missed how tiny he made you feel.

Sy’s mouth was so close to yours as he queried you. His eyes were so intense.

“You’re not done with me yet, eh?”

You pouted and his lips tenderly touched yours, deepening the kiss as you parted your lips. His tongue insisted that you belonged to him and yours agreed, the two dancing passionately.

“Good girl. Opening up for me like that.”

Your head was spinning and you whined in your throat. 

“Hm.” 

Sy grunted and then smiled before he kissed you again. You were glad for the wall as you were weak for him again. 

“Whatcha wanna do with me, Buttercup?”

Sy’s fingers were on your ribcage now, his large hands spanning your torso. Then, his hands were everywhere as he explored your body, from your breasts over your dress, to your back, down to your ass, which he squeezed as his mouth possessed yours again.

“I want to be your cum slut, Sy. Want you inside me.”

Sy stopped moving, resting his forehead on yours and his hands on your hips. He huffed into your face.

“Holy shit, Buttercup. I thought I was calm after what that mouth of yours did in the Bronco. But what that mouth of yours says…”

Sy’s hand was on your jaw and you turned your head to capture his thumb and suck it. 

“Wan’ you to fill me up, Sy.”

You looked him straight in the eye as he pressed the rock hard length in his pants against you. His pupils were blown and you felt enormous power.

“Hm. The thoughts you think, Buttercup.”

Sy examined your face as he questioned you, his blue eyes making you shiver.

“You want me to fuck you raw…?”

You smiled at his lewd suggestion and the gravel in his voice, and lifted your arms, placing them on his shoulders, standing on tiptoe to whisper in his ear. 

“I’m on the pill. And tested regularly. But only if you want to.”

The expression on his face was priceless.

“If I want to? Hell, Buttercup. I’ve wanted this for 20 years. Jesus, it's really happening.”

He looked as if he would devour you.

An unexpected joy at his want caused a giggle to bubble up in your throat as Sy rolled you around the corner, further into the room, and started trailing kisses down your jaw to your neck right below your ear. His hand was on your ass as you started to grind on air. He remembered your spot.

“Fuck, Sy!”

His other hand came up around your neck and tightened to let you know who was in charge, and you whimpered as he looked down at you and grinned.

You pouted at him, frustrated because you wanted to feel all of the things at once.

Sy’s hands roamed, finding your waist again and lifting your feet off the ground as he kissed you, making you heated at the show of his power. He set you down again, squeezing your breasts and sucking the tops of them in your dress as you writhed in his grip. 

“Let me see you in the light, Buttercup.”

He reached around and wasted no time in pushing his shirt off your shoulders and unzipping your dress to let it fall to the floor.

Sy stepped back and took all of you in. You felt like a piece of art as he studied you. You concentrated on not covering up. 

This was a long time in coming.

“Damn, Buttercup. You’re so beautiful. All of you. Better’n my dreams.”

Sy looked into your eyes after taking in your curves. Hungry.

“Kiss me, Sy.”

He did as you asked, hands on your breasts now, kneading them and weighing them in his hands, his thumbs thrumming you like an instrument. He kissed you fiercely, then looked into your eyes again as he slid down to inhale you, mouth sliding over your flesh, between, underneath, on top, and finally, sucking your nipples into his mouth with abandon.

You moaned as your pussy pulsed with need.

“Sy…please…”

“Don’t rush me now, baby. I’m gonna savor this.”

He kissed you again, and then slid his hand down your torso to your pussy, finding you still so wet for him.

“Hm. Such a good girl, with such a good pussy. Here. See.”

He held your gaze as he brought his fingers up and put them into your mouth, making you taste yourself.

It was so dirty that you practically came from the taste of your desire for Jacob Syverson. 

“Thaaaat’s a girl. Get ‘em even wetter.”

He removed his hand and brought it back down to your cunt.

“I want you to cum for me. Right now.”

“S-Yyyyyyy!”

Most of his fingers went inside you while his thumb stroked your clit. He practically lifted you off the ground as he fucked you with his hand, watching your face as he alternated marking you up and sucking your nipples hard.

“So fuckin’ hot, Buttercup. Good girl.”

His voice was doing things to you. Sy grinned and his eyebrow arched as he felt you clench on his fingers. He brought his mouth close to your ear.

“Which is it, Buttercup? Are you a cum slut, or a good girl?”

Your head went back into the wall as you moaned, baring your throat to him again.

“Or is it both? Are you my good little cum slut?”

“Oh my fucking godddddd!!!!”

You came in his arms and Sy watched you, his mouth open in awe. He couldn’t wait anymore.

He picked you up and carried you into the bedroom, dropping you on the bed as he took off his shoes and clothes. You sat up to look at him.

He was massive. Sy had matured from a lithe youth to a grown man and he was thick all over. The curls on his head continued on his face and on his chest, a dark rush of it pointing down to his cock, which you knew was big, because you’d tried to swallow it earlier. But seeing it like this, hard and throbbing, curved against his hairy stomach, large mushroom tip leaking, thick shaft throbbing, made you lean back with your legs open. 

‘I want that,’ you thought.

Sy took it in his hand and started stroking, causing precum to drip out and you to lick your lips.

“You’re about to get it, Buttercup. Anything you want. Look so fucking beautiful all laid out for me.”

You smiled as you realized you’d said that out loud and you opened your legs wider as he climbed between them. He handled you like a rag doll as he grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to his legs as he knelt on the bed. He grabbed your knees and spread your legs up and apart as his long thick cock slid in between your legs, smearing your wetness all along the underside of his shaft.

“Mmmmmmmm, Sy, want more.”

He was skating in your slick, driving you wild with the tease of the cap of his cock catching on your clit as he moved back and forth.

“Patience, Buttercup. Need to lube myself up with your cream.”

Sy was enjoying how wet you were and the fact that he was actually between your legs after all this time. He watched, almost mesmerized, at his cock moving through your folds, and his dick jumped, slapping you on the clit and making you moan.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease… OH shitttt. It’s too much!”

You’d gone from begging for his dick to pleading for mercy as his thick head breached you. You stared at Sy wide eyed as he grabbed his shaft and stopped moving. His heart clenched at the thought of hurting you.

“You good? Want me to…”

He made to pull out and then you implored him.

“No! I mean, it’s so big, Sy… but I want it. Need. It.”

You grabbed your breasts as you felt him cock jump within you.

“More, please.”

“Mmmmmmoooooahhhh,” Sy groaned deeply as he slowly eased into you and at the vision of you pulling your own nipples as he stretched out your soul. 

He bottomed out and licked your exposed neck, causing you to shudder in his hands, which were gripping your ribcage. You looked like sin and felt like heaven around him. 

“You good, Buttercup? Please say you’re good. I need you to be good, baby. ‘Cause I need to fuck you so bad….”

Sy was panting and his heartbeat was erratic.

As always, his words made you gush wetness and you arched as you kissed him, laying down fully and bringing your hands to his short curls.

“I’m good Sy,” you looked him in the eyes. “So fucking good, all full of you. Fuck me. Please… ah!”

As soon as you said ‘fuck me,’ Sy started moving slowly, dragging sparks with with each millimeter of movement inside you.

“More…”

You whispered it as all of your senses came alive and were overwhelming you. 

Sy sped up and looked from your eyes to his cock destroying your pussy. He couldn’t focus on one thing for too long, your face, your hair splayed out beneath you, hour breasts with nipples erect and bouncing, the way he was moving you like a doll as he helped himself deliver the dick to your pussy.

“Good god Buttercup. This cunt is so tight and wet and hot for me. Shit, you stretched around me is so much better than my imagination….”

“Ooooh. Sy. Feels so…Your cock goes so deep.”

It had never been like this before. With anyone.

Sy gave you a mischievous grin as he leaned back and grabbed your knees, bringing them up and bending you in half so that he could plunge even deeper inside you.

Your head shot up to witness him ravaging you as he slowly fucked you with long and deep strokes. You dug your nails into his forearms, holding on for dear life. He fucked you so good that you gouged scratches down his arm and the pain sparked a new pleasure in him that he didn’t know he needed at the moment.

He was inspired to fuck you better, faster, harder.

Sy reached up behind your head and pulled it down by the thick curls at your nape as he leaned over you, caging you in with his massive body as he thoroughly and soundly tried to put you under the bed.

Your belly tightened, your insides in a vice grip of pleasure as you tried to run. There was nowhere to go, however, as Sy was all around you. He felt you tense up, heard your whimper and kept a steady pace, his balls tight against him, the notion of making you cum with just his cock a long held ideal.

“What’s wrong Buttercup?”  

He looked you in the eyes before he kissed your lips.

“Afraid to let go? Don’t want to let me have the cum I’ve been waiting for?”

“Unh! Sy…”

You felt him in your belly, thick in your channel like he was made of you. You knew what was about to happen. And you wanted to get away from it.

Sy read the look on your face.

“Unh unh. You’re going to stay and take my cock like a woman. Not gonna run. You’re gonna take this orgasm, gimme your cum like I deserve it.”

Sy didn’t let up on the intensity, but he looked down and surveyed what he was doing to you.

“Look at all that beautiful cream. Looks so fucking good. Making me drool.”

You had an out of body experience as you watched the saliva leave Sy’s mouth and drip onto your clit and as soon as it made contact, you came, gushing more fluid in between you two.

Sy pounded you through it for a few thrusts, then he pulled out and rushed to collect some of you on his tongue.

“Goddamn. So fucking good, Buttercup. Taste yourself.”

He was up again and before you could protest, was back inside you, hand on your throat as he kissed you hard and deep, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as his resolute pounding and the taste of your cum combined. He trailed his hand down your neck to your breast, rolling your nipple for a second before finding your hand and holding it above your head as he looked into your eyes. 

Suddenly, he became tender, looking as if he was about to say something that you didn’t want to hear, so your other hand found his ass as you encouraged him to find his own end.

“Gimme your cum, Sy. You owe me. Some. Cum.”

He licked his lips at the filth you were uttering and responded in kind.

“Anything you want, Buttercup. I’ve got so much, you’ll be leaking for days.”

You arched your back and bit your lip at his words and as the music of skin slapping on skin intensified. You felt yourself tighten impossibly around him again. And so did Sy.

“Oh…. no….” 

You felt as if you couldn’t take another, but Sy wasn’t done with you yet.

“Oh, yes, baby. Just give me one… more….”

Sy’s thumb found your clit and as you came around him, he emptied all he had inside you.

“You feel like…like heaven, Buttercup.”

Your hands were on his face as you watched his ecstasy and as he pumped more and more of his seed inside you. You smiled and kissed his forehead as his head bent in exhaustion. You wanted to say that he was beautiful, but that would be more than you wanted to convey. You just kissed his lips when he looked back up at you again, and you collapsed on your sides, your bodily fluids between you and his slowly softening cock still inside you.

Sy pushed your hair back from around your sweaty face.

“Look, Buttercup, I know that you are holding back. But you can’t stop me from saying it again.”

“Sy-”

“Shhhh, Buttercup.”

Sy smiled. Handsome wasn’t the word.

“I love you. ‘Til the day I die.”

He brought your hand up to his mouth, kissing your knuckles.

“I know you’re still trying to process everything, and I can only imagine all of the things that are going on in that beautiful brain of yours, but you’re mine. I’m claiming you. Whether it's for the rest of our lives, or just for this weekend.”

You just looked at him and nodded, emotional and unable to speak.

“Just want you to know where I stand. This wasn’t just notalgia sex.”

He slipped out of you and rolled over on his back before he got up and headed toward the bathroom.

“And for whatever time period I have you, I’m yours. Anytime you like, Buttercup.”

He looked back at you with a saucy grin as he caught you ogling his ass.

You stared at the ceiling as you listened to him turn on the water. There was a lot going on in your head, but Sy had just told you that he wanted you and simultaneously taken the pressure off this weekend.

You thought about what you wanted. And what you wanted was currently taking a shower. You walked into the bathroom to have some more of him. You opened the shower door and Sy reached out and pulled you in.

“Get in here Buttercup, the water’s fine.”

That grin would do you in.

——

Hit Reblog if you like it!

[voxmortuus]

►PAIRING: Capt. Syverson X F!Reader ►UNIVERSE: Sand Castle ►WORDS: 898 short first chapter ►SUMMARY/PROMPT: You are a female solider, so naturally you're walking into a "male dominated territory." Syverson and you naturally but heads, not a fan of his abrasive ways and his lack of giving a shit for most things. In your eyes, he's unprofessional. You and him start off with this wit he brings out in you, tensions start to build. Eventually you two realize there is something there between you two, but being who you both are, this forbidden fraternization just can't happen, but over time, words are exchanged, and hot heavy moments happen. Soon you're discharged and sent home, eventually you and Syverson end up with the happy ending you both deserve but it will absolutely be trying and hard to get there. Do you have the guts to stick it through? Does he have the means to learn to control his urges? ►TRIGGER WARNINGS: Reader Angst | Syverson Smart Mouth | Reader Smart Mouth | Reader Syverson Tension | Foul Language | Sexist Comment ►NOTE: I want to thank @mrsevans90 for the inspiration to create a Syverson Series. ►IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa ►My Master Masterlist | Henry Cavill Masterlist

What was this? What was this your life had come to? You weren't upset, you weren't mad, maybe a little afraid and full of adrenaline as the plane landed, but what was this feeling. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, let alone a piece of your brain. A blanket of sand coated your boot the moment you stepped foot onto the ground. It was that moment you realized, one, there was no keeping these things clean, and two, this was really happening.

Sitting in the back of the vehicle after your briefing you head to your post, looking around you everything in, no idea what was to come, who you were going to meet, let alone the kind of people you were going to encounter. Everything was such a rush, and it caused your heart to beat so loudly in your chest you could hear it as if it was in your head.

Upon arriving you were greeted by a few random low ranked people, but it was the captain that caught the attention of you and the rest of the soldiers. Sure there were other females, but not very many, but he picked up on you right away. It was your typical speech. You know the "Don't be a dumbass, don't get shot, don't do blah blah blah..." But in standing there, you felt the tension, but maybe it was your own tension.

In your mind, sure he was handsome in that... way... that bend be over the desk, pound me into next week spank my ass pat my head and call me a good girl for a night kinda way, but let's face it, it had been a while since you've had... company and it had been a long while since you've had enjoyed some good quality company. But right now, that needed to be pushed farthest from your mind.

"I said... fall out." Syverson stated looking at you.

Looking around you clear your throat and shake your head do just that. Had you really zoned everything out? Seems like it. With a clench of your jaw you head to your post and settle onto the cot you were assigned to and get a few things situated.

New day, time for a new take on how all of this was going to go. Simple work it was right now anyway, but you were going to be working closely with Syverson. Great. You had no idea how any of this was going to go. But it didn't take long for you to realize just how much of a pain in the ass he was going to be.

"Well, you're female, you know how to make a good cup of coffee?" he asked, joking, mildly.

Rolling your eyes, you look at him. "You know, I hate coffee, so no." Okay maybe a mild lie, but still, none the less, you weren't wanting to deal with his jokes.

"Well then looks like you'll need to find a new post." He chuckled.

With a slight sigh, you place his coffee on the table and look at him and shaking your head you take a seat. "What is on the agenda for the day, Sir?" You ask.

Looking at you he points to a large stack of papers. Papers? What the fuck? You look at him with this look of seriously? But you sit down and he shakes his head. "Jesus don't take it so literal... you think I want you to do paperwork that isn't even mine? I don't even do paperwork. Let's go." He sighs and heads out to the squad outside the tent and calls for them.

After a short briefing on what's expected today, he looks at you "Does that answer your question?" He smirked.

Oh if looks could kill. "Kill em with kindness." you hear in your head, something your mother and teachers would say. You simply nod, give a very blank smirk and lick your lips. "Yes...Sir." You state flatly as you fall out and walk in the other direction.

It was a cluster fuck to say the least, the tension over this first week had only grown thicker and a little hard to ignore. Most people picked up on it and had joked and jested about it. How you had a crush on him, but yet they didn't joke or jest toward him having a crush either. What the fuck? So, it was always you that had the crush? Fuck that! He was annoying, arrogant, self-absorbed, entitled, and to be honest, he was a bit of a beef cake.

it put a sour taste in your mouth, just because you were a woman meant you were the root of all evil, you were the one who had the crush, and you were the one that was going to pollute his mind. You'd pollute his mind, but not because you were trying to, but because he was the one with the crush. He was the one that wanted you. He was the one that polluted his own mind.

Sure, maybe as time went on you and him would see eye to eye, but right now, you wanted to poke him in the eye... with the end of your grenade pin and hand him the grenade and walk away. Little did you know that would all change. You'll just have to wait and see.

[littlefreya]

Hi Freya! Hope you're doing well! My mind is unable to move on from the thought of capt syverson and August taking you together...and I'm curious if there are any fics that explore that dynamic? Much love! 💕

Hey, babes; sorry for taking some time to answer. I am doing okay, I hope that so are you.

I have The Director which is basically one big... all of them together...

But as for August and Sy, specifically: @wolvesandhoundshowltogether has a wonderful story The Grizzly and the Leopard She also has a WIP Ramble On which features a lot of characters :) And a few drabbles!

The Triumvirate

Moaning in his ear

Werewolf AU (headcanon)

Birthday Girl, Detective, Soldier, Spy

And @deandoesthingstome has Walk with Me - which is an amazing AU series that I highly recommend.

[fics-not-tragedies]

January 2024 Music Prompts - Spotify Wrapped edition

♪ Hello again! Yes, I'm finally back, at last. Let's start new year with something great: music prompts ♪🎵🎶

♪ Since getting your Spotify Wrapped is such a huge event every year (at least for me, who listens to the same 5 artists and even tho I still get surprised, lol), I decided to surprise you with a little prompt event.

♪ I've chosen 15 songs from my 2023 Wrapped playlist and a lyric (or few) for each one of them that just has THE vibe (y'know):

1. Own My Mind ♫ Måneskin I'm prayin' at your altar if you know what I mean.

2. Dinner & Diatribes ♫ Hozier I’d suffer hell if you'd tell me/What you'd do to me tonight.

3. Kiwi ♫ Harry Styles She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes/Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect.

4. Electricity ♫ Arctic Monkeys Tell me something I don’t already know/Like how'd you get your kisses to fill me with electricity?

5. Francesca ♫ Hozier Though I know my heart would break/I'd tell them, "Put me back in it".

6. Honey (Are You Coming?) ♫ Måneskin I'm gonna show you how this Italian amor/It's gonna love you harder than ever before/You will like it.

7. Don't Blame Me ♫ Taylor Swift I would fall from grace/Just to touch your face.

8. For Your Love ♫ Måneskin I wanna be the first man you look at tonight/I wanna be stuck in your head and make you go wild.

9. Stuck ♫ Thirty Seconds to Mars I've been lost in your eyes all afternoon/The more I drift, the closer I get to you.

10. Mammamia ♫ Måneskin They ask me why I'm so hot, 'cause I'm italiano.

11. Nobody ♫ Hozier I'd be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint/I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave/But I want you to know that I've had no love like your love.

12. I Can See You ♫ Taylor Swift But what would you do if I went to touch you now?/What would you do if they never found us out?/What would you do if we never made a sound?

13. Baby Said ♫ Måneskin Baby said, "Let me taste your silhouette/You can talk between my legs"/Uh-uh, uh, uh, know you really want to.

14. Cuff It ♫ Beyonce I wanna go higher, can I sit on top of you?

15. I Wanna Be Your Dog ♫ John McCrea So messed up, I want you here/In my room, I want you here/Now we're gonna be face-to-face/And I'll lay right down in my favorite place.

♪ You can now start making request for the following list of characters:

1. Keanu Reeves along with his following characters/movies:

John Wick & the John Wick movies franchise,

Constantine & the movie,

Johnny Utah & Point Break,

Jonathan Harker & Bram Stoker’s Dracula,

Neo & The Matrix,

dr Julian Mercer,

Jack Traven & Speed;

2. Riccardo Scamarcio along with:

Santino D’Antonio;

3. Andrew Hozier Byrne;

4. Tom Hiddleston along with his following characters/movies:

Sir Thomas Sharpe & Crimson Peak,

Loki & Avengers/Thor,

Adam & Only Lovers Left Alive,

dr Robert Laing & High Rise,

Jonathan Pine & The Night Manager;

5. Henry Cavill along with his following characters/movies:

Geralt of Rivia & The Witcher,

Walter Marshall & Nomis,

Capt. Syverson & Sand Castle,

Napoleon Solo & The Man from U.N.C.L.E.,

August Walker & MI: Fallout,

6. Alexander Skarsgård along with his following characters/movies:

Eric Northman & True Blood,

Leo Beiler & Mute,

Gadi Becker & The Little Drummer Girl,

sergeant Brad “Iceman” Colbert & Generation Kill,

7. Peaky Blinders franchise along with the following characters:

Thomas ‘Tommy’ Shelby,

Alfie Solomons,

8. Supernatural franchise along with the following characters:

Dean Winchester,

Sam Winchester,

9. The X Files franchise along with the following characters:

Dana Scully,

Fox Mulder,

10. Kiefer Sutherland along with his following characters/movies:

Jack Bauer & 24,

president Tom Kirkman & Designated Survivor,

David & The Lost Boys.

Please send in a number with the song/lyric you fancy + a character from those listed above, first come - first serve, as always.

If there are any questions don’t be afraid to ask them, I’m always all ears for y’all!

♪ LET'S CELEBRATE THE BEGINNING OF 2024 ✨

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Under The Stars and Stripes - One (Capt. Syverson x OFC)

a/n: look at your girl coming up with two multiparters at once!!! i wanted to write something sweet for capt. syverson (who moving forward, i have named luke, fyi), and my partner sort of suggested this (i mean, kinda, he thought it was what i was writing - turns out he was wrong but gave me a v good idea).

pairing: Capt. Syverson x Joanna Blake (OFC)

warnings/content: injuries, medical discussions, age gap (38 + 26), mentions of military service, inaccurate descriptions of physical therapy + military life.

word count: 1.9k

The unforgiving glare of the overhead lights in the medical center cast a harsh radiance over the waiting room. Luke's cerulean blue eyes squinted against the artificial glow in the room, his gaze wandering in search of anything remotely captivating. Opposite him, an infographic poster touted the virtues of physical activity and mental health, a message that seemed incongruous with the knee brace he begrudgingly wore. The irony of contemplating jogging or hitting the gym while nursing a wounded knee did not escape him.

"Luke Syverson?"

He swiveled his head in response to the melodic call of his name. In the doorway stood a woman, her blonde hair secured with a claw clip, a clipboard balanced gracefully in her hand. A warm, friendly smile adorned her heart-shaped face. With a half-hearted wave, Luke acknowledged her.

"Present and accounted for, ma'am."

Internally, he winced at the self-consciousness his response provoked. Rising to his feet, Luke attempted to distribute his weight favorably, minimizing the strain on his compromised leg. A sharp pang shot through his knee, confined by the rigid embrace of the brace. Collecting his crutches, he navigated his way toward the young woman, focusing on maintaining a semblance of grace. The crutches, tools of mobility he had resisted vehemently at home, now betrayed his struggle.

As he drew closer, Luke observed that she was notably younger than he, the realization of his own impending forties sinking in. Her olive-green eyes sparkled, framed by honey-colored strands that cascaded like molten gold. A sun-kissed radiance illuminated her complexion as she beamed at him.

"I'm Joanna. I'll be your physiotherapist moving forward. Let's head to the exam room; we can go over the paperwork together."

Her voice possessed a cheerfulness that could rival a weather reporter or red carpet interviewer. Luke nodded in understanding, trailing behind her as they entered the room. The once sterile lighting had mellowed, casting a more agreeable ambiance.

The examination room emanated professionalism, each piece of equipment meticulously arranged, and charts displayed with precision. Joanna gestured toward the examination table, indicating for Luke to take a seat. Settling into a chair nearby, she balanced the clipboard on her lap.

"Alright, Captain Syverson, let's delve into the paperwork and gain a betterunderstanding of your situation, ok?" Joanna initiated, her focus shifting to the documents before her. 

“Let’s start with the basics, full name and date of birth?”

“Right,” Luke began, “"Full name's Luke Everett Syverson, ma'am. Ain't much use for the middle one, but it's there. I was born April 15, 1968, ma'am, interrupted my ma’s Easter dinner. Home base is Fort Bragg, North Carolina, hence why I’m here in Durham. Otherwise woulda’ probably gone to the centre in Tennessee, closer to where I’m from and all..” 

“You know, I never use my middle name much either, but, just in case there’s two Luke Syversons in the armed forces, gotta include it to make sure I’ve got the right one.,” Joanna nodded her head, humming as she jotted down her notes.

The room embraced a quiet tension as Luke settled onto the examination table, his eyes following Joanna's movements with a mix of curiosity and wariness. The dimmed lighting cast a softer glow, alleviating the clinical starkness of the surroundings. Joanna, her gaze focused on the paperwork, began with a series of routine questions about the nature of Luke's injury.

"So, Luke," she started, her tone gentle yet professional, "tell me about when the injury occurred, and how has the journey been since then?"

Luke took a moment, his gaze drifting to a framed landscape photo on the wall. The distant mountains seemed to echo the weight of his thoughts. "Iraq. Torn ACL," he said, sparing the details but acknowledging the source of his struggle. "Routine patrol, turned into anything but routine."

Joanna nodded, recognizing the understated weight in his words. "I see. That's a significant injury. And you had surgery to correct it?"

Luke shifted his weight uncomfortably on the exam table, nodding his head. “Sure did, m’am, three days ago. Still hurts somethin’ fierce, but I guess that’s what I’m here for.”

He sighed, his focus on the knee brace that had become both a literal and symbolic constraint. 

“To be completely honest with ya, m’am, I just wanna get back on my feet so I can figure out what to do with my life now, you know?”

She nodded, understanding the complex emotions wrapped around his military service and the path to recovery. "Recovery and returning to civilian life is a process, Luke. We'll take it one step at a time. Do you have any idea what you’d like to end up doing in future?”

“I haven’t really thought about it. Never went to college, so a lot of stuff’s off the table now. Plus, I’m getting old. Not sure where that leaves me either. Thought about maybe becoming a police officer or an EMT, you know? I wanted to do that when I was a kid, but then joined the military on my 18th birthday instead.”

Joanna smiled warmly as she made a couple of notes on her paperwork, before continuing to further establish the details of Luke's history, the conversation shifting to one about his daily struggles and the impact the knee surgery had on his life. With each exchange, a bridge of understanding formed between them, an unspoken alliance forged in the pursuit of healing.

In those moments, Joanna glimpsed the man behind the military façade. Luke rarely dwelled on his time overseas, focusing instead on the immediate goal: shedding the brace and moving forward. The physical therapy sessions ahead were not merely about mending a knee; they were about reclaiming a life after two decades of military service.

As the examination progressed, Joanna outlined a personalized rehabilitation plan, detailing exercises and strategies to rebuild strength and mobility. The room, once filled with tension, now held a promise of progress and recovery.

"Alright, Luke," Joanna said, concluding their discussion, "we something to start with at least. Let's work together to get you back on your feet."

With the paperwork completed, the clipboard now resting on the desk, Joanna moved seamlessly into the practical aspect of Luke's rehabilitation. She began guiding him through a series of light exercises designed to gradually rebuild some of the strength in his knee that he’d lost. The atmosphere in the room shifted from contemplative to purposeful as Joanna demonstrated each movement with precision, her instructions clear and encouraging. 

Luke, though initially reserved, found himself following her lead, a quiet determination in his eyes. As they progressed through the exercises, Joanna observed the subtle signs of discomfort and adjusted the routine accordingly, ensuring that the session struck the delicate balance between challenge and progress. The room resonated with the rhythmic hum of therapeutic effort, a shared endeavor toward a future where the weight of the brace would be a distant memory. As the session neared its end, Joanna offered a reassuring smile.

"Great work today, Luke. We'll take it step by step, and before you know it, you'll be moving freely again."

“Thanks m’am, I appreciate it,” Luke replied, a soft smile forming on his lips.

“It’s what I’m here for,” Joanna nodded as she held the door open for him in an effort to make it easier to exit as he hopped on his crutches, “And Luke? I wanna hear that you’ve been using the crutches at home as well, or you’ll just injure your knee further.”

“Yes, m’am,” He chuckled, shaking his head as he made his way out of the clinic.

Later that night, Luke settled into the worn-out couch in his living room, the dim light casting a soft glow across the room. He dialed his younger brother Travis’ number, the anticipation of sharing his day evident in the subtle smile that played on his lips.

After a couple of rings, Travis’ voice came through the phone, lively and teasing.

“Well, well, if it ain't the elusive older brother himself. What's new, Luke?"

"Not much, just had my first therapy session today,” Luke chuckled softly as he took a bite out of his slice of pizza. 

"Therapy? Never thought I'd see the day, Luke. What's the world coming to?"

"It's for the knee, not my sanity, Travis."

"Alright, alright. So, how'd it go, Captain?"

"Surprisingly good, actually. The therapist, Joanna, she's something else. Got me doing all these exercises. Says I'll be back to hiking those Arkansas woods in no time."

“Joanna, huh? Luke, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a little bit of a thing for her. Florence Nightingale effect?"

"You watch too many movies, and besides, idiot, that’s when the therapist falls for the patient. Ain’t gonna happen. She's just good at her job, makes me feel less uncomfortable, I s’pose."

"Sure, sure. So, what's the verdict? She cute? Should I tell the kids they’ve got a new aunt?"

"You'll be waiting a long time for that. But seriously, it felt good, productive. And, she asked me about what I wanna do now. Got me thinkin’ about my options."

"Really? Did she smell the smoke? Set off a fire alarm?"

“Funny. I’m thinkin’ maybe becoming an EMT, you know? Can still help people, use my military training, just…stayin’ stateside and less sand.”

“You did always have a thing for helping people, I’ll give you that. Now, about Joanna…”

“Travis, forget it.”

“I’m just saying, Ma’s 60th birthday is coming up, and you know you’re in for a grillin’ about when you’re giving her grandbabies.”

“She has two already,” Luke protested, laughing as he took another slice from the box of pizza, “Besides,” he said with his mouthful, “I don’t know if I even want kids at this point. I’d be dead by the time they had kids”

“Well, if they take after you, maybe. I had kids at a reasonable age.”

“I s’pose, how are they anyway? Bet ya Hannah’s grown like a bad weed since I saw her last, and Maddie? She was knee-high to a grasshopper last time I saw her.”

“They’re good. Maddie’s almost 5 now, gettin’ quite feisty, like her mama, and Hannah’s taken up cheerleadin’, now I gotta become well-versed in making perfect pigtails in her hair if her mother’s busy with the little one.”

“Better you than me, Trav. Don’t think I could figure out how to do those tiny lil elastics.”

As Luke engaged in a heartfelt conversation with his brother, the echoes of family life stirred a contemplation of his own future. The tales of parenthood shared by his brother left a lingering thought.

 Did he, despite his usual reserved nature, harbour a desire for a family of his own? 

Love and romance had often found him awkward and uncertain, but when it came to showering affection on his nieces, those barriers melted away effortlessly. His musings naturally gravitated towards Joanna, her radiant smile replaying in his mind, illuminating the corners of his apartment like a beacon. 

The playful teasing from Travis planted an idea in his mind, one he never expected to be considering, which prompted Luke to consider whether there might be something extraordinary about his connection with Joanna.

Setting the cordless phone down on the table beside the couch, he sighed heavily, the weight of his newfound solitude settling in as he savored a third slice of pizza. His eyes roamed around the room, the empty expanse of his apartment feeling almost suffocating. The hush of the house, disrupted only by the dull roar of football highlights on the TV, intensified the solitude. In that moment, amidst the quietude, the prospect of companionship and a shared future became a lingering ember in Luke's thoughts.

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

This is so embarrassing as I am drunk , but I love your writing. I have seen your "write me a novel" so I am going too.

I know you live in New York, you have a full time job and you write the most amazing stories. I have barely touched on your Marvel writings so I am mostly going to be talking about your DC fics. I know you are writing a fanfic off of a book, which I am currently reading so I can understand, but I am here for DC.

I have been following your account for over two years now and I am here because your DC stories got me through so much. I broke my ankle in a couple years ago and I was bed for over a month after surgery. I read "All Men Have Limits" maybe 60 times. I love how you portray emotions and loving two very different men. I love that Dick is the one Y/N ends up with and that ending was chefs kiss.

When I am in need of comfort, I read "Stomping Grounds" or "Trauma" to get my fix. Those two fic just portray such emotion. I am a slut for Jason Todd so him finding love and giving/receiving love I am here for it. Y/N is meeting his family in a way and I have never thought of it like that.

When you did Wonder Women and Bruce Wayne, my heart burst. The way you portrayed Y/N, I felt that. I am from a divided family so I felt the feelings you wrote about. It hit so many points. The car ride there, not knowing this other person - ugh. My heart still beats for those fics.

Toxicology, is amazing. The suspense, the love, the twist and turns. The love Damien has for a women who is so in touch with herself. Being the daughter of Poison Ivy and needing the sun and earth, is my dream. I want to be that person. So confident.

I have barely touch on any other your writings due to just going to what I know and what I love. I read your Capt. Syverson who I know nothing about but fuck your story with his dog Aika, holy shit that is magic.

The conclusion, I love your writing. I know you have said this is a hobby for you but fuck you are good at it. When I need anything ,I know I can turn to your writing. Thank you for sharing your stories. I lean on them. I hope this portrays the love I have for you and your writing. I dont think you will ever know how much I love your stories. Laying in bed for over 45 days def does something for you. I am happy I found your writing as an outlet.

I just want you to know, you left a huge impression on a strangers life. I seek your fanfics for comfort and happiness. thank you for your writings and sharing them. I am sorry I am late to the game of sharing your fic while they were happening.

I am not exaggerating when I say this is one of the kindest messages I've ever received. Thank you so much for taking the time to write me. But also thank you for saying such kind things. I really do forget that my writing can impact people. Most of the time, I click "post now" and I feel like I've launched my writing into a black hole. Yeah, 1sometimes 0ish people will comment. But then it just starts to feel like your friends who comment on every one of your IG posts. 😂

So, it really blew my mind that my writing means so much to you. 🥹And I'm so sorry to hear about your ankle. I hope it's OK now and you're doing better!

p.s. I wish more people wrote me drunk messages 😂

[jbucb]

Fanfic request rules

Ask about a Fandom!

Characters I am partial to!

Joel, Sarah, Maria and Tommy Miller ,Ellie Williams, Abby Anderson!

(Includes:Jesse, Dina, Maria, Owen, Mel, Manny and more)

(Very happy to write non reader for this ,just characters as well)

Lee Bodecker, James(Bucky) Barnes, Mickey Henry, Frank, Carter Baizen, Nick Fowler, Jefferson Hatter.. scratch that... ANY SEBASTIAN STAN CHARACTER

Billy hargrove... that's it just him

Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff,Bruce banner

Capt. Syverson, Geralt of rivia (in game as well) ,Sherlock Holmes, August walker.

Dean and Sam Winchester, Castiel,

I write for charactersXreader I'm not opposed to doing WLW&MLM, but I am most comfortable with MLW

Tropes I love

DBF BFD, Age-Gap, Professer, Dilf

Secret relationship, Fake Dating, Enemies to lovers

BBF, Single parent, friends to lovers,

roommates to lovers.

I do enjoy AUs Very much !! Especially

Modern, pre-war-post-war, Mafia, actor, doctor,

College, Socialite, Vetran, Lawyer ,Cop, and Rockstar, Farmer, Equestrian.

I will not write for!

DDLG, STEP-relationships, Explicit

INCEST, FORCED PREGNANCY, CNS

(not excluding but will not write in heavy detail)

SA OR COCSA

I will write smut but not often as I do not prefer to write it .

[ramp-it-up]

Thanks for sharing! ❤️

ii Most Wanted Part 11: Till the Day I Die (2)

Bless the Broken Road

Pairing: Syverson x OFC Reader "Buttercup"

Summary: The wedding, along with the nerves, are here!

Word count: 3.5K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. S MUT, ANGST, FLUFF. Not much smut at all, sorry. 18 year olds heavy petting, teen hormones, talk of bad dreams, wedding day angst, thoughts of loss, lots of flufffff, 😊.

Sy and Buttercup get married! 👰🏾‍♀️🤵🏻‍♂️

Read at your own risk.  Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N:  This is the 11th installment of II Most Wanted. These characters won't quit, so this series will be extended to at least 12 installments, but not for much longer than that. Here are the results from the wedding dress poll .

I'm in love with these two; they are bringing my writer heart back to life. If you like it, please reblog and comment.

I don't have a taglist. Please follow @rampitupandread and turn on notifications to learn when I post! 😘

I Do NOT Consent to my work being reposted, translated or presented on any other blog or site other than by myself.

Previous part here

May 2004

“We’re both grown ups now, Buttercup.”

Sy’s breath and smooth voice ghosted your ear as he mouthed at your neck and down your collarbone to the tops of your breasts that were threatening to come out of your bra. You shivered, causing him to pull back and check to see if you were cold because you had thrown off your t-shirt. When he saw your lust- dilated eyes, he was lost to your charms.

Sy could tell by your silence that you were in the same zone that he was in; you just couldn’t admit it.  He wondered if it was because you were trying to keep your purity, or that you wanted to give it away so badly that you couldn’t formulate words. He got impossibly harder at the thought of the latter. It was just a week after your birthday and two weeks to prom and Sy was back to begging.

He was so weak for you.

“You’re a good girl, I know it, Buttercup.”

You whimpered and kissed him hard, your lips sucking on his tongue while pulling him on top of you and between your jean-clad legs, making Sy realize that him calling you a good girl ignited something inside you. His heart pounded through his ribcage at your response.

When you parted, gasping for air, he moved again, bending his head to gently bite your nipple through your bra and continuing his assault on your mind as you ground on the bulge in his pants. Sy held your hips in his hands, slowing you down lest you cause him to make a mess in his pants.

The now familiar, alluring coil in your belly had been winding you up for a while and you were on the verge of risking it all to get some relief. You and Sy had been physical for weeks, but kissing and heavy petting was as far as it went. He would never allow you to go down on him, although you could tell he was holding back. 

His chivalry only made you want him more. But something was causing you to hesitate, despite the fact that Sy was delicious torture and temptation personified.

Tonight, however, he was begging. Artfully. And you were on the edge of giving him everything that he, and you, wanted.

“I have protection. We’ll be so careful, Buttercup. Nothing will happen. Except… except I’ll make you feel real good. I promise. Please.”

His hands moved up your torso, grasping your ribcage as he continued his rationale.

“You already know I’m gonna marry you, girl. It’s a done deal.”

You melted at his deep drawl in your ear, and his touch on your skin, but you chuckled at him, giving him pause.

“Sy…You couldn’t decide what you wanted for dinner. How do you know you want to spend the rest of your life with me? We’ve been together, what? Four months?”

Being the new girl sucked, but when your two new besties, Carla and Tiffani, ratted you out to Sy and gave him your number right after the homecoming dance when he broke up with Becca, you were mad. They had no right to tell your secret.

But you were pleasantly surprised and shocked as hell when he actually called you a week later. 

Everyone thought the pairing was odd; you were so different but shared the same heartbeat. You talked for hours about life, the universe, and everything, and you loved rolling through town in the passenger seat of Sy’s 1978 Ford Bronco with the loud muffler, making waves in the wind with your empty hand, your other hand on him. Sometimes you flipped off the haters that loved to talk shit, but mainly you just waved at those who stopped and stared.

You didn’t give a shit, and Sy didn’t either.

That’s why you loved him. People said you were too young, but yes. You were in love with Jake Syverson.

Even though you were lying In the bed of the Bronco with your shirt off, Sy stopped trying to get into your pants, shifted beside you and stared. Cerulean blue orbs held you captive.

“I knew what I wanted you the moment you walked into English class with that Powerpuff Girls shirt on and that scowl on your face. I knew you were mine. Trust me,  Buttercup. I know you feel it too. I’m yours. ‘Til the day I die.”

You shivered as you stared at him. You didn’t trust many people in your life, but if you trusted anyone, it would be Sy. You took a deep breath and searched his face for deception. It wasn’t there. He already had your soul; you were about to give him your body. 

Sy saw the moment you made your decision and was shook. This wasn’t going to be some simple fun in the back of Betty. This was forever. He considered you. The hot, innocent look of desire that made him rock hard also made him feel guilty. He knew what you’d been through and the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt you. Sy wanted this to be your decision, and you weren’t ready tonight before he sweet talked you. All of a sudden, it just didn’t seem right.  His hand came up and traced your cheek down to your lips.

“You’re so beautiful. I love you Buttercup.”

You flushed, and a warm sensation was building in your chest at his gentle whisper.

Is really this what true love felt like?

Before you could respond, Sy pulled you closer, and reached into the backseat for his letterman jacket to cover you from the chilly night air. 

He leaned down and kissed your forehead and nuzzled your hair as he held you close.

“Drivin’ me crazy, but I will wait forever for you, Buttercup.”

You melted into him when you realized that he was pumping the brakes. You soon noticed that he was still semi-hard beneath your thigh, which was thrown across his hips. You reached down to grasp him.

“Poor Sy…”

Sy caught your hand in his and interlaced his fingers with yours instead.

“Prom night?”

You nodded and bit your lip, looking up at him through your lashes. A low growl emitted from your boyfriend. 

“I must be really in love, ‘cause I just cock-blocked my damn self.”

You shook with laughter as Sy grumbled. He handed you your shirt back and took in what he could of your flesh as you covered up, licking his lips as he memorized you for when he was alone in his room later. 

You grinned at him.

“Maybe so, Captain Syverson.”

He smacked your bottom as you climbed back into the passenger seat. Sy loved it when you called him Captain.

He climbed out of the gate and stepped out into the chilly night to get back to the driver’s seat and took a deep breath, then shook his head as he looked up at the stars. Sy smiled at the thought of his grandmother’s ring.

Suddenly, a plan formed in his mind.

You and he would go to State, you with his ring, a promise, on your finger, and him with his heart on his sleeve. He’d propose with a rock the summer before senior year and marry you the week after college graduation, living happily ever after.

Sy grinned at the perfection of it all as he climbed back into the Bronco and gave you a kiss before he peeled off the Lookout.

—--

Sy woke up with a start the next morning. He looked around confused, not recognizing his surroundings as he tried to wake up fully. He hadn’t had a dream like it in months, since he was newly retired.

But this dream wasn’t about war; in this dream, he’d lost you again. 

He sat on the edge of the bed, regret about so much time was wasted swirling around him. Then he sighed and reached for his phone, finding a treasure trove of pictures of you and your friends. His heart rate calmed and his face cracked into a smile as he discovered that you had messaged him genuine joy. 

No use in mourning the past, Sy thought.

You’d stopped sending pictures around 11:56 pm, because it was your wedding day, you explained, and his heart exploded when he read that. 

You were still his girl, and he was gonna marry you.

He texted you good morning before he put down his phone and stared at the ceiling. 

It was his fucking wedding day.

Sy jumped out of bed and was on the road to Vegas by 6 am.

—-

The next afternoon after a 24 hour whirlwind of pure fun with your friends, you smiled up at the photographer as you carefully adjusted the lace garter around your leg.

You were in love with your dress, your shoes, and especially your hair. Tiffany had been right to encourage you to get a Vegas blowout. You felt like a model. The camera clicked away as you beamed into the lens.

“Beautiful, now let's get a shot with the bridesmaids.”

Carla and Tiffani gathered close and smiled. This intimate ceremony would be the perfect wedding for you and Sy. And that was all that mattered.

After the pictures, you got yourself from your suite to the limo just in time to make the booking at A Little White Wedding Chapel on the other end of the strip. You were serene, and happy that you didn’t need to stuff a monster gown into the car.

During the drive, you looked out of the window and remembered your mother, who had been alive at the time of your first wedding. You allowed yourself a moment of sadness.

Carla leaned over to you.

“We got your back if you want to run.”

You looked back at her and smiled. 

“It’s okay. Sy is who and what I want. I’m good. Really good.”

Tiffany spoke up. 

“Okay. Just remember, we’re always here for you.”

You became even more emotional.

“I know.” 

You smiled at both of them, near tears.

“But you better not make me ruin my makeup, bitches.”

You all laughed, the mood lightened.

—-

Jacob Syverson had been waiting for this day for a long, long time. 

He didn’t think it would come this soon. 

Or all this time later. 

Hell, there was a time that he never thought he’d see you again. 

He’d arrived at the chapel a little early, not wanting to wait to take you as his bride. As he got ready in the groom’s room, he eyed his blue checked sport coat and blue polka dot tie with matching pocket square that he had picked out. He knew that they brought out his eyes. He fiddled with his curls and smoothed down his beard, staring at himself in the mirror, almost in disbelief.

Was this really happening?.

From the moment he saw you when he was 17 years old, he’d wanted you to be his.

And now it was about to happen. 

Sy suddenly couldn’t breathe and he was weak, sweat popping out on his forehead. The tie was too tight. He loosened the tie and unbuttoned the top button of the shirt, hands seemingly a blur in the mirror. He shook his head to clear it, and looked back up into his own eyes long and hard, asking himself if he was really ready to be your husband.

He knew he wanted this, but today he was scared shitless.

—----

The doors of the chapel opened, and you stood around the corner, hidden from view as your friends preceded you down the aisle. You peeked around the corner to catch a glimpse of him at the end of the aisle, and saw a flash of blue at the altar.

There was Sy, so handsome in a blue sportcoat and polka dot pocket square, chuckling and shaking his head at something Carla did as she walked toward him, then he smiled wide at Tiffani. You straightened up when  his eyes found the closing doors, your heart pounded as you hid from his view.

Were you really going to do this?

—----

Sy’s throat went dry as he stared at the doors at the back of the chapel. His hands began to shake causing him to clasp them in front of him as he waited.

In a flash, the doors were open again and there you were a vision in satin and lace, but not a lot of it. The sun shone behind you and he nearly fainted as he admired the view through your dress.

You glowed like an angel.

You paused and the music began. He barely registered the familiar notes of the song because suddenly, his head was swimmy again. 

He took a deep breath and got himself together, staring at you wide eyed as you slowly moved toward him, with that smile on your face.

At that moment, there was only one woman in the world, and you were walking toward him.

—--

The doors of the chapel opened again and you had tunnel vision for Sy at the end of the aisle. Your heart leapt in your throat and you tried to swallow it down when all you could hear were the opening notes of the music you and Sy claimed as your song all those years ago. 

You didn’t realize how much more accurate the lyrics were twenty years later.

I set out on a narrow way many years ago

Hoping I would find true love along the broken road

But I got lost a time or two

Wiped my brow and kept pushing through

I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you

You smiled and paused, eyes having found Sy’s and locked in. You were trembling and took a deep breath before walking toward him. 

—---

It seemed that you moved toward him in slow motion, and Sy felt that he was in a dream, staring at you in disbelief. There you were, all long, flowy hair around your shoulders and that satin baby doll dress with lace trim adorning your curves perfectly. 

Sy gazed at you, taking you in from your cute white toenails in your high heeled sandals up those curvaceous legs and thighs to the short, flowy skirt that swished around the swell of your hips to the fitted waist. He licked his lips as he hallucinated seeing your nipples through the rushed satin bust of the bodice, and almost passed for the third time when one of the lace straps fell down your shoulder. 

The dress was everything, and he was gonna make love to you in it later on.

His eyes moved upwards, reading the name on the gold necklace that was his gift to you, and that was nestled on your chest. Sy looked back up at you smiling knowingly back at him, and suddenly, he was calm although there were tears streaming down his face.

That every long lost dream led me to where you are

Others who broke my heart, they were like Northern stars

Pointing me on my way into your loving arms

This much I know is true

That God blessed the broken road

That led me straight to you

—---

As you moved, speeding down the aisle it seemed, you realized that you were smiling through your own tears. Sy broke your heart once, but you both were idiot kids in love, and who knows if you would have made it that young anyway?

The way this happened was meant to be, this moment was perfect, and it was now.

—--

I think about the years I spent just passin' through

I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you

But you just smile and take my hand

You've been there, you understand

It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true

It seemed like it would take ten more years for you to reach him at the altar and Sy felt a pang of regret at the lost time. But then he remembered that you were walking towards him, right here, right now. You were choosing him. The past was over. It was time to make a new future.

—--

You floated down the aisle, and in no time you were standing beside Sy at the altar, no recognition of how you arrived in this instant bubble between you two. 

Sy stared at you, as if surprised to find you there, then smiled as you wiped his tears away with your fingers.

“Hi,” you whispered, smiling as Sy chuckled and took his pocket square out to dab at your face. 

“You look so handsome.”

Sy smiled, wanting to take you in his arms.

“Hey, Buttercup. You look gorgeous.”

You shivered as his eyes assessed you, your belly flipping as his gaze covered your entire form. You grew warm and wanted to kiss him, but he gave you a look and you decided to behave.

He held his hand out for yours, eyes sparkling.

The electricity that buzzed around you when you were near him was back, and you knew that you wanted this feeling forever. Sy’s patient gaze made you smile wider at how much he loved you. 

In that instant, you knew beyond a doubt.

You stared at him, taking in his face, the woodsy scent of his cologne, how huge he was in front of you. Then you sighed, nodded (to yourself really) and gave Sy your hand, which he held in his and caressed with his thumb. Shivers ran down your spine, yet you managed to stay upright.

—--

And now I'm just a-rollin' home

Into my lover's arms

This much I know is true

That God blessed the broken road

That led me straight to you

The officiant cleared their throat and you all looked their way.

“Have you come here freely and without reservation to give yourselves to each other in marriage today?"

Sy answered first, smiled, looked at you and said,  “Yes.”

You smiled back and without hesitation, said, “Yes.”

“Will you love and honor each other as man and wife for the rest of your lives?”

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

“Since it is your intention to enter into marriage, join your right hands, and declare your consent before these witnesses.”

Everyone laughed because you were already holding hands. 

You wrote your vows together, so you knew what was coming. But you weren’t ready. The tears started again.

Sy spoke, his voice never wavering.

“I take you Y/N Y/LN  to be my wife. I promise to be with you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse. I promise to take care of you and to share with you and be straight with you and to always shelter you with my love. I will always come after you and I will always help you to look up when you are feeling down. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.

Until the day I die.”

Your eyes overflowed, but you remained strong.

“I, Y/N Y/LN, take you, Jacob Allen Syverson to be my husband. I promise to be with you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse. I promise to care for you and be straight with you and to share with you and to always shelter you with my love. I will not seek to run from you and I will always hold you down while you lift me up. And I will love you and honor you all the days of my life. Until the day I die.”

Sy grinned at you and your stomach flipped with excitement as Carla and Tiffani awwed.

The officiant continued.

“You have declared your consent before these witnesses. What has been joined together, let no man divide. May these rings be a symbol of your true faith in each other, and always remind you of your love.”

You turned to Carla for Sy’s ring, a simple gold band, and you slipped it on his finger. Sy turned to Tiffani and your eyebrow shot up as she reached into a pocket in her dress and handed him a black box. Out came his grandmother’s ring, only now there was another ring that was paired with it, beautifully heavy with diamonds.

Your mouth hinged open in shock.

Sy was grinning at your reaction as he slid the rings onto your finger, pretty pleased with himself you could tell.

“Told you I would marry you with a bigger ring than that. Told you that a long time ago.”

He looked up at you with those baby blues and winked at you as your knees got weak. You looked around at your friends who were obviously in on it.

“Don’t worry, they’re conflict-free.” 

Carla stage whispered and everyone laughed as you shook your head and held your hand up to the light before Sy captured it in his own again. He was feeling like the man at that moment, and you almost forgot there was anyone else in the room as you gazed up at him. Electricity zapped between you, and you were ready to take him down.

The officiant cleared their throat again.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.” 

There was a pause as you both looked at them with anticipation. They smiled back, knowing what you wanted.

“You may now kiss your bride!”

Sy let out a whoop and pulled you in for a kiss, taking you into a dip and causing hoots, hollers, and cheers.

“May I now introduce Mr. Jacob and Mrs. Buttercup Syverson!”

You burst out into laughter as Sy led you back down the aisle, fingering the gold name necklace which said ‘Mrs. Buttercup.’

[voxmortuus]

►PAIRING: Capt. Syverson X F!Reader ►UNIVERSE: Sand Castle ►WORDS: 974 ►SUMMARY/PROMPT: You are a female solider, so naturally you're walking into a "male dominated territory." Syverson and you naturally but heads, not a fan of his abrasive ways and his lack of giving a shit for most things. In your eyes, he's unprofessional. You and him start off with this wit he brings out in you, tensions start to build. Eventually you two realize there is something there between you two, but being who you both are, this forbidden fraternization just can't happen, but over time, words are exchanged, and hot heavy moments happen. Soon you're discharged and sent home, eventually you and Syverson end up with the happy ending you both deserve but it will absolutely be trying and hard to get there. Do you have the guts to stick it through? Does he have the means to learn to control his urges? ►TRIGGER WARNINGS: Reader Angst | Syverson Smart Mouth | Reader Smart Mouth | Reader Syverson Tension | Foul Language | Sexist Comment ►NOTE: I want to thank @mrsevans90 for the inspiration to create a Syverson Series. ►IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa ►My Master Masterlist | Henry Cavill Masterlist ►Chap. 1

With a roll of your eyes as Syverson's back was turned, you shake your head and lean against a pile of sandbags. Wiping the sweat from your brow with the back of your hand you push yourself off the sandbags and follow Syverson as he heads into one of the tents.

"Don't you have someplace else to be Y/N?" He shoots you a look.

"Last time I checked... Sir, my orders were to follow you around... so here I am, like a lost fuckin puppy... Sir... following you around. So, do you have anything you want me to do?" You ask with a bite in your tone and a knitted brow.

"A lost fuckin puppy huh? Well Lost Puppy, why don't you get on all fours, tuck tail and go be useful elsewhere. I've got adult thing to do." He bit back.

If looks could kill, he'd be dead. You spin on your heel and turn to walk out.

"You're forgetting something." He states.

With a rolling of your eyes, a clench of your jaw a tightening of your fists you snarl. "Yes. Sir." You state as you walk out of the tent and off to your own and you throw your cap down on the bed and you begin to pace.

Oh you're pissed, almost beyond so. How fuckin dare he?! Shaking you're so angry you sit down, let out a loaded breath and re-read the letter from home. You miss home, you miss the comfort, and that damn air conditioning you will never complain about again after dealing with the heat here.

For the moment reading from home calms you. You're able to think and able to come down and remind yourself why you're here. Closing your eyes you let out a very soft breath. You end up reminding yourself why you're here, looking at the picture of your family, and the picture of those you consider family. Everything comes down, and it gives you that moment of calm.

But as quickly as it happened, it was quickly ruined. The moment you heard his voice you tensed, your whole body tensed. You were about ready to throw fists.

"Listen..." He went to speak but you cut him off.

"No, you fuckin listen. My orders were specifically to follow your ass around. To do what you needed done. And you come along and treat me like some sort of object. Let me make this very fuckin clear.... Sir... I'm not some object for you to objectify, I'm not some thing for you to just... Fuck you. Fuck you and fuck this whole fuckin thing." You stated finding it difficult to find your words.

Syverson looks at you and crosses his arms, at first, he was defensive, but you had a point. His jaw clenched and he looks at you. "If you can't hack it, pack your shit and go the fuck home." He stated before he walked out.

Reaching down you grabbed your helmet and threw it in his direction. Not realizing you hit the back of his head with the helmet considering you weren't really aiming, he snarled. "What the?" He looked down seeing your name on it. He growled. "Pick up your helmet Y/N. Be in my tent 20 minutes." He ordered before walking away.

He couldn't lie, he was mildly impressed, but he also just took a helmet to the back of the head, so he was a little pissed, though truly not enough to really do anything. He crossed a line, he knew it, but at the same time, he felt you needed to grow a backbone, and maybe he was right.

"You wanted to see me." Fuck his Sir, after all that, fuck him.

"Yeah, take a seat." He stated shoving the chair on the other side of the table with his boot.

Looking down you take a seat and look over at him. Waiting for him to start going off at the lips.

"Tomorrow, we have to head into the city. We have to meet with someone big about some crap. Trust me, I know just as much as I'm telling you now. I'm not gonna lie, I don't want someone who likes me with me. I'd rather have someone who hates me cover my ass than someone who likes me. Be ready, we leave at 05:00. Think you can manage... At least I know you throw a grenade, you'll hit your target." He stated with a mild compliment.

Looking over his face you clench your jaw a moment and your nostrils flair, really? A compliment... fuckin whiplash! "You just want someone to follow you around... is that me tucking my tail and finding somewhere else to be useful... or are you going to treat me like a normal person?" You asked.

"Don't push your luck. Be ready. It's going to be a bit of a hell storm if shit goes south. Also... you speak native Because I'll need someone to translate." He stated.

Finally, something where you can truly be useful. You smile a bit and nod. "Yeah, I speak Arabic... I can translate." You state kinda proud of it.

"Good, be here. 05:00. Don't be late." He states shooing you off.

Nodding you get up and start to head out of the tent. He looks at you. "Oh, one last thing Y/N... smile more. Looks good on you." he stated

Walking out of the tent after that, your emotions are kind of all over the place. You don't know how to accept not one but two compliments, one indirect, and the other direct. What the fuck...? It was a lot in an odd way. Looking back toward the tent you furrow your brow and let out a heavy breath and head to your post for the rest of the day.

[athenepromachos]

Tuxedo Sy..... 💋💋💋

[capncassas]

Syverson | Oh, baby!

Summary: You’re struggling to care for your goddaughter when the Captain pays you a visit.

Word Count: 1.9 K

Warning: Soft!Syverson, pure Sy with a baby fluff coming your way! SFW!!!! <3

I didn’t get to do my usual SyverSUNday, so this is a lil Sy for your Thursday my loves.

Please don’t repost my writing anywhere, but do feel free to like, comment and re-blog, I am a fragile bean who needs love and support. <3 If you would like to be added to my tag list send me a message.

Tag List: @littlebirdofrivia @smile-sugar @ughdontbeboring @peachatori @daddys-littlewhitegirl @wheretheriversrunintothesea @omgkatinka

Just because you’re a woman doesn’t mean that you know the first thing about taking care of a baby, but Michelle was your best friend and little Beth is your goddaughter. If they need you, you’re there.

When Michelle called you crying hysterically that her mother was in a car accident and wanted to know if you could come spend the weekend at her house, looking after Beth while she and her husband Michael went out of town to see her mother in the hospital.

You told her you were on your way.

Grabbing an old shopping bag from under the kitchen sink, you packed the essentials and didn’t bother getting out of your PJ’s. It would take about an hour and a half to get to Michelle and Michael’s house and you wanted to be comfortable on the drive over.

—

“Mesh, stay calm, okay. You talked to your sister, right?”

You were leaning against the passenger side window of the car looking in at Michelle and Michael as they got ready to back out of the driveway to prepare for the six-hour car ride to Mobile, Alabama, to see Michelle’s mother.

“Yeah, yeah, I talked to her. As much as I could. You know how Christine is, everything is always about her.”

You remembered Michelle’s older sister and could concur that Christine thought the world revolved around her. You take Michelle’s hand and give it a squeeze.

“Everything is going to be okay. I’ll take care of Munchkin, ya’ll be careful and call me when you stop to get gas and when you get there so I know ya’ll are alright.”

“Uh, hey YN, I called my old army Captain–he’s a good friend and Beth adores him, I let him know what was up and he said he might swing by to check on you two.”

Michael leaned over in the driver’s seat to talk out of the passenger window.

Great, so they’d called in reinforcements? Instead of feeling salty about that, you nodded.

“Thanks, Mike. I’m sure we’ll be okay but I appreciate it.”

—

Any other time, Beth was a joy to be around. The sweet little six-month-old was a happy baby. She loved bouncing on your belly, taking long walks around the house and sucking her binkie, but something about today had the baby girl in a rare state.

Maybe she could since your anxiety? Maybe she missed her mommy and daddy, or maybe she was just having a bad day, but from ten o’clock that morning when she woke up from her morning nap with a wet diaper, she couldn’t be pleased.

You walked her, rocked her, read to her, gave her a bottle. Checked her diaper again to see if she was wet.

All the usual things you did to help soothe her were not working. You even tried a warm bath in the sink with some of that lavender sleepy time bath soak, but she would whimper and grunt and cry all the same. She turned down food, which was not normal.

Instead, Beth’s big eyes kept looking at you, pleading for something as she gnawed on her fist and slobbered all over herself.

“Oh, honey, I wish you could just tell me what’s wrong. Mama and Daddy will be back, I promise. You don’t have to be sad.”

You cooed and coddled her before sighing and falling onto the couch, flipping the tv on. Beth loved Nascar she could watch those cars make left turns for hours on end. Not today. Sighing, you laid her on your belly, stroking her back, patting her bottom, thinking maybe she had gas and that was making her miserable and fussy when the doorbell rang and she let out another piercing wail of discontent.

With a small grunt, you got up from the couch, hugging Beth to your side, getting batted in the face by a baby fist that knocked your glasses accuse you turned the deadbolt and opened the door.

At first, you weren’t sure what you were looking at. It was just big blurry red shape and instantly for a second, your frazzled mind asked if someone summoned the Kool-aid man.

“Well, hey sugar. What’s going on here?”

A deep timber asked and you felt Beth reaching for whom ever was at the door while you tried to straighten your glasses.

Blinking into focus behind the lenses of your glasses, you took him in.

“A-are you the Army captain?”

The big, burly, bearded man took Beth out of your arms and tucked her up to his chest like a football as her tiny fingers grabbed his beard and pulled.

“At’s me darlin’, Dwight Syverson, everyone just calls me Sy.”

Now wasn’t the time to swoon, that accent and a baby in his arms that was now cooing and chewing on his chin and he didn’t seem at all bothered as drool dripped on his red shirt.

Syverson stomped his boots off, stepped inside, and kicked the door close with the heel of his boot. “What’s all this fussin’ I could hear her from the truck.”

For a brief second, you wilt under his cold cobalt stare and gulp a little bit imagining what he must have been like when he was in the Army, bossing around the other officers. Right now, it feels like the bull of a man is accusing you of something.

“I do not know what to do… Beth’s been upset since she woke up. I’ve rocked her, walked her, I sang to her, and I even put on her favorite show. Nothing’s working. I don’t know, maybe she misses Michelle or she can tell something’s wrong…”

As you ramble, you drift off, shrinking as Dwight stares at you. Beth seems fine now that he’s here.

The little traitor.

Syverson assesses Beth for a second, holding her aloft and wiggling her in the air, which makes her giggle as a long thin line of drool breaks from her chin and drops on his shirt again.

Between feeling completely betrayed by your goddaughter, your child-rearing skills under heavy scrutiny, you can’t help looking up at his chest. Yes, you had to look up to meet his chest; you wonder what he’d look like in a wet t-shirt contest.

“Seems fine to me, ain’t’cha bug? Hnn? She just doesn’t know how to sweet talk the ladies.”

With a grunt, Syverson’s heavy boots thumped on the floor as he sat down on the couch, still holding Beth, who was latched onto his chin again.

“Do you think you could get some food down her while you’re here, Sy? I’ve been trying with her all day and she’s even turning down her bottle… I’ve never seen her do that.”

Maybe feeling upset that Mike called in reinforcements wasn’t such a bad thing. Beth was normally such a happy baby you weren’t that worried, but after today you questioned maybe you weren’t around her nearly enough even though you came down almost every weekend to spend time with your best friend and goddaughter and other family, though you’d never met Sy before. You had heard plenty about him; they were some pretty wild stories, but you’d never come face to face with the famous Texan.

“Turnin’ down a bah-bah? At ain’t like you, bitty bitty.” Syverson spoke to the infant.

You immediately grab her bottle and hold it out. You are a mess. Your hair is a rat’s nest from sleep, there’s drool all over your t-shirt. You didn’t even put a bra on before hopping in your car to get here.

You nervously take a seat in the recliner. Sy tries to get Beth to take the bottle, but at least she proves you right, she won’t take it. Keeps, pushing it out with her tongue and whimpering every time it comes near her mouth.

Sy sets the bottle between his legs and looks at Beth. He sniffs her all the usual checks you’ve done countless times before; he sets the little bundle on his leg and sticks his finger in her mouth.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

Sy doesn’t answer. His brows are drawn with concentration as his finger feels around inside Beth’s mouth. She welcomes it because it’s something new for her to gnaw on.

Sy looks up, and he hits you with the full force of a grin that makes your ovaries ache.

Holy Fuck.

“Little Booger’s cuttin’ a tooth.”

It takes a second for what he said to hit you before you move from the recliner to the seat of the couch next to him, nearly falling into his weight. Sy moves his finger and Beth gives out a disgruntled bark, wiping the slobber covered digit on his leg as you stick your finger in Beth’s mouth and check it out. Sure enough, there’s a little bump on the right side that’s holding a little heat.

“Well, I’ll be damned. Look at you sweetie… you’re getting your first little tooth.”

At least this, you know how to deal with. You jump up from the couch, marching into the kitchen. You’re a woman on a mission as you check the cabinets and find the baby Tylenol.

Measuring out a small dropper, you come back and carefully pop it into Beth’s mouth, making sure it gets swallowed instead of drooling it back out.

“There we go, honey, that should help. Hang on, Auntie has one other thing that might help and then… we’re gonna see if we can get that bottle in you. I know you gotta be hungry.”

You hurry back to the kitchen, putting away the medicine before looking around in the freezer. At the very back you find what you’re looking for.

“Look what I got, sweet girl.”

You smile, waving a frozen waffle. Beth’s eyes are following you as you bring it to her mouth and her tiny hands grab it and she gnaws on the cool ridges.

Within ten minutes, Beth is the calmest she’s been all day and Sy is feeding her.

“Will you be okay with her for a minute while I use the powder room?”

Sy glances up, giving you that grin again.

“Sure, sugar. I think we got this handled… go on and take care of yourself.”

You hurry into the bathroom and get a good hard look at yourself. Just as you thought you look horrendous and quickly brush your hair out before using the bathroom and coming back out to find Sy putting Beth down for a nap in her playpen. She’s down for the count.

“I could hang out for a while… tag team this.”

Sy looks at you. He seems a little bashful now that he doesn’t have Beth to distract him. It’s absolutely adorable.

“That would be great. If you’re hungry, I could whip something up in the kitchen, I have a feeling Beth might be asleep for a little while… Michael and Michelle have always talked about you, it would be nice to… get to know you for myself.”

That sounded like it was loaded with some kind of hidden meaning and you’d go to hell with gasoline drawers on if you said you didn’t want to get to know Sy a LOT better but you’re surprised by how bold you feel.

“I’d like that, darlin’. Michelle’s always talking about you… I’ve been curious myself.”

Curious. Syverson had been curious about you?

Maybe nursing Beth through her first tooth wouldn’t be so bad… as long as Captain Syverson wanted to help.

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Under The Stars and Stripes (Capt. Syverson x OFC)

Luke Syverson has never been one for relationships, the army is all he's ever known. now sidelined with an injury, he's forced to rethink his life, with the help of his physical therapist, Joanna.

one.

[voxmortuus]

Hey, my baby. ♥ ♥ I have another one for you, not Ben yet, but I'll get there. This one is for Sand Castle. If you take this one on, I am actually kind of excited to see how you play this one out and what the dialogue will be. I know how you are, so I will try and give you detail without directing the story, as well as options.

The female reader had or has a night out at a bar where she had run into Sergeant Harper. He's aware that the reader had (or has, depending on you and how you want to take this) a relationship with Captain Syverson. The two get to talking and Harper comes off as very confident in himself that he is better for the reader than Syverson. If the reader chooses to cave to Harper, would greatly appreciate a dialogue-heavy dirty smut. Bonus points at mentions of dog tags, or boots. But should the reader go to turn him down or Syverson shows up (depending on what you chose) then the ending is free to rein.

This mission is yours, should you choose to accept it.

𝒪𝒽… 𝒪𝐻 𝒪𝐻 𝒪𝐻… 𝒮𝑜 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒. -𝐼𝓃𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁 𝑔𝓇𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑒𝓍𝒸𝒾𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝑔𝑔𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒- 𝒪𝒽 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓈𝑜 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝒹 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓊𝓅 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓎. 𝐼 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈, 𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝐿𝒪𝐿!

►PAIRING: Sgt. Harper x F!Reader x Capt. Syverson ►UNIVERSE: Sand Castle ►WORDS: 3.2K ►SUMMARY/PROMPT: See Above. ►SONG INSPIRATION: None ►TRIGGER WARNINGS: Okay so this is basically pure smut with a lot going on in this fic so chances are I am probably forgetting some warnings. If I am and you are reading this and you find something that triggers you please know I am very sorry. Let me know and I will put it in my triggers. Tied up Syverson | Mentions of liquor | Crawling | Boot Licking | Dog Tag Pulling | BDSM Themes | Degradation Kink | Hair Pulling | Choking | Dominant Harper | Sexually Frustrated Syverson | Face Slapping | Spitting | Oral Harper Receiving | Cuckhold Syverson? Not sure how to put that. | Cliff Hanger | Leaving Marks | Leaving Marks | Mentions of slight bruising | Vaginal Penetration | Partial Internal ejaculation & External Ejaculation | Swearing & Sexytime Language ►NOTE: Sorry if this isn't what you expected, or had envisioned yourself, I apologize. But I hope you enjoyed my vision. ►IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa ►My Master Masterlist | Henry Cavill Masterlist

"Really? You're back seeing him? Don't you think you could do better than that?" Harper shook his head and chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck before taking a swig of his rum and coke.

You loved Sy, but you weren't always sure he was the best choice for you. Was Harper right? Could you do better? These questions made you wonder. Was Harper right? And, Could I do better? Sitting there looking down at the bubbles in your gin and tonic, your finger taps against the side of the glass and you push your hand through your hair, let out a slight breath, and make a face.

"Do you think I could do better?" you ask him with a small smile playing on your lips.

"I do." he gives you this charming grin. "You need someone to touch the most intimate parts of you, more than just man handle you, you need someone to make you feel some sort of ways that you never knew you needed to feel. You need someone to make sure that every depth of you." He looks at you and smirks a slight coy, charming boyish smirk. "Every depth of you..." He chuckles.

"Wow, you really talk a big game. But I hate to break it to you. You ain't gonna be the one I take home tonight soldier." you smirk. Looking down at your phone from a text from Sy. "Seems you're going to have some competition."

"Nothing wrong with some healthy competition, Doll." He smirked. "Tell him to meet you at the motel on Cypress and Mulberry." he states taking your hand he pays the tab, then takes you to his vehicle and takes you to that little motel.

On the drive, his hand fell upon your lap. You didn't mind, his hands felt good on your thigh. So maybe he tested the waters a bit, making his hand up your thigh he found his way under your skirt. No panties. Noted. He smirked and looked over at you and chuckled. Oh, this was going to be a good night.

Upon arriving he parks the car and notices Syverson was sitting on the outside steps as you pulled in, looking over the car. Getting out you look at him and bite your lip and look down, but his focus is on a rather smug-looking Harper. "Harper. What the fuck is this? With my girl huh?"

"Your girl? Oh. How about that. I've got something to show you. Come with me." he smirks. Grabbing a bag from the back of his vehicle, Harper makes his way to the motel room after checking in for the night and getting the key. He looked around, Harper found the room and headed toward it.

Grumbling Syverson had pushed himself off the stairs and had followed. You knew full well what was about to happen, at least in your mind you did. Harper talked a good game right up until you told him you were back with Syverson, and he felt like he had this thing he needed to prove, and you'd be lying to yourself if you thought you were not curious.

Getting to the room, Harper walks in, letting both you and Sy in and he turns and locks the door. Closing the curtains, and turning on nothing but a desk lamp. Harper then turns to Sy. "Sit down, and shut up." he demands.

"Excuse you?"

"I didn't stutter, sit down. Shut up."

Syverson went to say something but you shoot him a look, you have an idea of where this is going, and like fuck you were going to let him fuck this up. Glaring at you, his jaw clenched and he lets out a soft growl and slowly takes a seat in the chair.

Looking over you Harper tilts his head a moment, licking his lips he reached into a bag he had brought into the room with him, and he grabs some rope. He smirks tilting his head.

"What's that for?" Sy asks.

"You." Harper responds.

"Like fuck... No, I'm not going to sit here and let you have your way with my girl while I'm fuckin tied up like a god damned dog." Sy looks at you expecting you to agree, but you give him this look and you can't seem to find it in you to agree.

"Keep it up and I'll gag you. I'd say with her panties but she ain' wearin any." Harper chuckled. He looked at you and smirked. "Doll, strip down and get on your knees." He tells you.

"This is bullshit. Don't." Syverson snarls lowly.

"I said to do something. Do it." Harper demands. "And I told you to shut up. Watch. I'm going to show you the kind of girl you have here because this kind of girl needs to be nurtured, and you're not during that. I'm going to show you, and you're going to sit down, shut up, and fuckin watch... just watch. No funny business." He tells him. Oh this was only going to sexually frustrate him, but not that he knew that in this moment.

At first, you wanted to say no, but then, then this whole thing was rather exciting. Stripping down doing as you were told because you know, you're a good girl. You look over at Syverson as Harper walks to him and literally ties him to the chair. You kneel, your hands on your lap, and you wait. Patiently.

Harper takes his time. He wanted to test your patience, he knew full well what he was doing. He took a chair from next to Syverson and walked to the other end of the room. Tossing his shirt next to it, he takes a seat in the chair.

Sitting there, he looks over your nude body kneeling there like the good girl you are and he leans back in the chair. Watching him with a slight glance you see the shimmer of the metal from his dog tags that rest against his chest, the slight shine of his black boots. You bite your lip and you can feel yourself dampen slightly.

Leaning forward slightly. "Crawl." He demands and points to right in front of him. "Stay on all fours." He adds.

Nodding you lean forward and start crawling to him and stop right in front of him. He looks down at you and reached forward and grabs the back of your head and jerks your head back and tilts his head. "You're going to show him what a good little slut you are am I clear?" He asked you. You nod. "Good girl."

The thoughts running through your mind were anything less than pure right now. You wanted to be treated like a slut, you wanted to be used, and you wanted Syverson shown just what a good slut you were. You wanted him to learn his lesson, and if there was anyone that could do it... it was going to be Harper.

With his fist still full of your hair he moves your head to his boots. "Clean em. They best be spotless when you're done." He states.

Nodding you begin to lick the black leather boot, the grit, the dirt, you didn't mind too much because at this moment, the thing you were thinking about was how excited you were becoming and Sy would be able to see that from where he was sitting, your dewy mess between your legs.

A low growl left Sy but Harper looked up at him and glared. Looking back down at you, he pulls your head up and only after you finish one boot, he grips your face, and spits into your mouth. Think of it as wetting the back of the rag that you clean the counter with. And pushes your head down to clean the other boot.

Making sure you don't miss a spot he brings you back up and looks down. "Good girl." He smirks and he looks over your face. Licking his lips a moment he tilts his head ever so slightly. "Did you enjoy that?" He asked you.

Nodding again. "Yes Sir. I sure did." you say with an eager but almost respectful tone to your voice.

"Good. Want to put something else in that pretty mouth of yours?" He asked you.

Again you nod and bite your lip. "May I touch you?" you ask.

He nods. In that moment you bring your hands from the floor to his pants, unbuckling the belt, you keep your gaze on him as you undo his pants and reach in and you begin to stroke him. Feeling that slightly aroused state from you cleaning his boots, you give a small smile.

Upon working the flesh in your hand, you feel that excitement building, and it takes literally no effort for you to achieve your own goal of erectness from him. You move between his legs and lean over and place him in your mouth. There was something about him that felt good, tasted good, he smelt good even.

Harper looked up at Syverson and locked eyes with him, his jaw clenched, the power he led right now was something he cherished. It didn't happen often, and truthfully, he was sick of Syverson getting these girls fawning over him, right now, at this moment, he was the one in charge of this situation, and that was going to be made very clear.

As your head starts to bob after slightly teasing the tip Harper's eyes close slightly and he lets out a slow groan. Your hands rest on his thighs for a moment as you use your mouth only. Your tongue palpating slightly against the underside of his cock when it's not curling and swirling around.

Slowly your hands move up his thighs to his torso, feeling the flesh under your hands, to his chest, feeling the small beaded chain of the dog tags and you run your fingers against the chain and move a hand to grip the tags in your hand, almost as if it was this guiding assistant into taking him further into your mouth as you breathe through your nose to push him deeper.

Picking up your pace a little more, you feel yourself growing wetter, glistening in that lamplight for Sy as you take Harper's cock a little deeper into your mouth, feeling him slip down your throat. Hearing him growl and groan with the pleasure you're providing he grips your hair tighter.

Meanwhile, Syverson is sitting tied to the chair at the other end of the room, feeling rather confused about this whole thing. On one hand, he's ready to pull you off of him, and at the same time, he's growing a little excited about this all. It was frustrating in its own sensual way and he wasn't sure how to feel about that either.

"Such a good little whore." He licks his lips as his head drops back a bit hearing your slurps and groans. He begins to move your head a little faster, pushing himself a little deeper.

Feeling his cock twitch in your mouth you feel him jerk your head back, your mouth open, strings of spit come from your mouth as you feel the cool air hit your face. Looking over you, he moves his hand to slap your opened-mouth cheek, and the popping sound echoed in the room. At first, you jump, and then you kinda feel the sting and you like it.

"Thank you Sir. May I have another?" you ask. And without a second guess, his hand meets your cheek. "Thank you." You smile softly.

Forcing you onto his lap, he turns you to face Syverson. With a grip on his cock he assists you down onto it, letting out a soft groan.

"We're going to make him watch aren't we my little slut?" He asked moving your legs to either side of the chair, he brings you to lean against him as he begins to thrust into your wet, basically dripping pussy.

"You feel so good. Oh fuck." You whine.

"Such a tight wet hole."

"Do you like my tight wet hole Sir?" you gasp.

"Your tight wet pussy is going to be so well used, I love that tight wet hole." he groans.

You let out a heavy moan and you feel his hands grip your thighs and swat at them a bit before he moves to your clip and gives it a hard whack as he thrusts up into you. You let out a loud whimper and your moans pick up as he thrusts up harder, guiding you with his hands as his hands slap, whack, and grip at your flesh.

Syverson watches you, there was no denying he was enjoying this at this point, the sound of you, the scent of you. If they say there wasn't a scent to a woman, they're mistaken, it was euphoric, intoxicating, arousing. It was a scent that makes men go stupid.

Feeling himself firmer against his pants as Harper picked up his pace. His jaw clenched and he fought the rope against his flesh as he sat there tied to the chair.

Harper decided to lift you off his cock, place you back on the floor, and looked over your face. "Open." he demanded. Opening your mouth he leaned forward and spat in it before pushing your mouth onto his cock again. A groan escaped his lips as he used your mouth for a rough fuck before he decided after a short time that was enough.

This man was going to use you. His hand went to your throat and gripped you with force, but careful not to cut off oxygen. He moved you to the bed, bending you over he slapped your ass. Watching it jiggle he did it again. Taking his belt off before his pants slipped to his knees he took it and let it fly across your ass. The loud THWACK echoed through the room.

"Thank you Sir. May I have another?" you ask with a breathy tone.

"That's a good girl."

THWACK!

"Thank you Sir, another? Please?"

THWACK!

"Thank you, Sir. Please Fuck me. Use me."

"Are you a whore Y/N?"

"Yes Sir. I'm a whore. Please. Please use me."

THAWCK!

Another slap against your ass and he sees the bruising start to form from the edges of the belt. With the belt, he loops it loosely around your neck, tightening it only slightly as he spreads your legs a bit and slips himself into your now literally dripping pussy.

Syverson's jaw clenches, he wants in at this point. Snarling he feels himself fully stiff against his pants and there is no sign of release at this point. Fighting the rope a moment more he realized there was no hope, all he could do was watch, the sexual desire running through him was strong.

To watch someone else use you was something he didn't think he'd enjoy as much as he was, but fuckin hell, he was enjoying this and he wanted to grip himself, yank his own fun, maybe go to the other side of you and use your mouth, or even yank it while standing on the other side of you, but none the less, this sorry man was stuck in a chair.

Harper grips the belt, wrapping the end of it around his hand a few times as he begins to thrust heavier, harder, bouncing that ass of yours off his hips.

"Fuck, such a good little whore you are." He praises.

"I can be your whore, Sir." you suggest.

"Oh, Doll, you are my whore." he chuckles as he thrusts harder, pulling on the belt a bit, adding some force against the belt and your throat. Your hands reach and grab the bed sheets and you let out a heavy moan. "Fuck." He groans loudly.

The slapping sound of flesh meeting flesh, his hand slapping at your ass where the belt previously kissed your flesh with its stinging kisses. Those moans of yours turned to screams as you were being used. The way you wanted to be used, he was touching those depths of yourself you have hidden, and he was teaching Syverson a lesson.

Feeling Harper hit those spots deeply you let out a louder moan. You glance over at Sy, seeing how he was struggling, not just fully erect, and wanting attention, but struggling to keep his composure. You were pretty sure you even her a groan from him a time or two.

The harder he thrust, the more you wanted. The more you wanted, the louder you got, the louder you got, the more Syverson wanted. The more Syverson wanted, the faster Harper got, the tighter the belt got, and the harder he slapped your ass.

"You like being used?"

"Yes Sir, I like being used. Your cock feels so good."

"You like the way my cock fills you up, Doll?"

"Fuck! Yes, Yes! Fuck me harder, Please!"

Feeling yourself drip onto the bed, you let out a heavier moan, bouncing off the walls and windows of the room, Harper felt himself building in the want for a release. His jaw clenched, and his cock started to twitch. Letting go of the belt he flipped you over. Your tits bounce as your back hits the bed. He shoves himself back into your wet swollen, red-from-use-pussy.

With each thrust, there were groans, moans, and a struggle from the man in the chair in the corner. The more he thrusts the louder your moans got. All you keep hearing is the sound of his dog tags against his chest rattling and clanking each other. Reaching up you grab them slightly pulling him closer to you, your lips meet his.

"Fuck!" He snarls against your lips.

His thrusts quicken as he feels his cock start to twitch. A few hot ribbons escape inside before he pulls himself out and places his throbbing twitching cock against your bud and shoots his load against your torso as he thrusts slightly against your bud only allowing you to finish.

Laying there breathy, covered, and slightly filled, you close your eyes a moment and look over at Syverson then look up at Harper and smirk.

"Thank you Sir. We'll have to do this again." You smile laying there, your words breathy.

"You're welcome, and yes, we will." he smirks watching you a moment.

Your hips feel sore, and your cunt feels well used. Watching him take the belt from your neck and pulls his pants back up and puts his shirt back on. Looking down at you he smirked. He knew what he was doing.

"I'll be catching up with you soon." He smirked taking his bag he moved to Syverson and untied him.

Once his hands were free he rubbed his wrists and his aw clenched and Harper looks at him. "Let's see you reach those fuckin depths." He stated, looking back at you, he winked at you and walked out closing the door behind him.

Syverson at this point is at full attention, walking over you, licking his lips, he ran his hand over his facial hair and lets out a soft groan, his hands went to undo his pants and he looked down at a messy well used you. "Oh, I'll reach those depths..." He stated as he proceeds to lower himself toward you.

Cavill Taglist: If you wish to not be tagged please lemme know and I will take you off the list. If you wish to be tagged in my Cavill works, please let me know.@sillyrabbit81 @nyxvuxoa-writes @pandaxnienke @1960memories,  @angelcavill66