#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.

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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.

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[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 ✨

[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 😂

[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.

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[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.

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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 𝒻𝑜��𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹 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.

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All Dressed Up - Capt. Syverson x Reader

A/N: based on a thought I had while watching Sand Castle earlier and a discussion with @nouis-bum from a couple of days ago. I couldn't help myself, sorry. Also, we decided for the purpose of my writing, his name's Luke.

pairing: Capt. Syverson x fem!reader

warnings/content: oral (m & f receiving), no use of y/n, no real mention of reader's features other than long hair.

word count: 1.8k

“Honey, have you seen my blue shirt?” Luke Syverson called out to his wife, his icy-blue eyes squinting as he tried to think of where his dress shirt could be. He was sure he’d checked every laundry basket, every drawer in the dresser, and both sides of the closet. He bounded down the stairs, heavy footsteps echoing through the house as he headed for the laundry room. His brows knit together as he thought about any stone he may have left unturned in his search. He didn’t dress up often - in fact, the missing dress shirt in question was his only dress shirt. He had always gotten by with an old t-shirt and a pair of jeans when he went out, which wasn’t a regular occurrence until you’d entered his life a few years ago. 

Slowly, you’d begun to introduce new things into his closet, replacing his tattered old Houston Texans jersey was the first step - he’d kept the old one, of course, for nostalgic purposes, but it hardly fit, and the deep navy blue fabric had gained a few holes here and there over the years. The new one had been a birthday gift from you that first year you were together, and he treasured it. The dress shirt was introduced the second Christmas the two of you were together. You had a work Christmas party and he was home from his latest tour for a 6 month break until the next one came around. He’d never met any of your co-workers before, and wanting to make a good impression and keep you happy, he’d reluctantly agreed to go shopping with you to pick out something better suited to wear than a tattered cotton graphic tee he’d had for at least a decade, and a well-worn, faded pair of jeans. 

As he squatted down in front of the dryer, opening the door to look at the contents inside to see if his shirt was somewhere in amongst the clean laundry waiting to be folded, he heard footsteps come up behind him, followed by a wolf whistle. He smirked to himself, closing the dryer door after yet another unsuccessful search. He stood upright, his full 6-foot-something frame straightening up as he turned to face you. His bulking muscular figure was still toned from the years of military service he’d just retired from, although now, he stood a little more solidly, having grown accustomed to more than just black coffee and shitty food while he was away. His arms folded across his chest, muscles bulging as he stood before her. His wife stood in front of him, batting her eyelashes as she donned his blue button up shirt, sitting oversized on her, drooping off her shoulders as grinned at him. His eyes scanned over her, taking in the sight before him. His lips curled up into a smirk, framed by his thick, curly, dark beard, the chestnut coloured hairs recently trimmed to look less wild than they usually did. He noticed that the shirt stopped just above her knee, and it didn’t take more than a split second to realize that the shirt was the only article of clothing she was wearing at the time. 

“Now, darlin’, why exactly have ya got my shirt on?” His voice carried a teasing tone to it as he spoke, the smirk on his face remaining unchanged as his piercing blue eyes continued to gawk at her. 

“Thought it made for a kinda cute shirt dress, don’t you?” She teased, twirling a long strand of hair around her index finger, “Besides, kinda fun watchin’ you run around half naked lookin’ for it.”

“Sugar, don’t get me wrong, it looks great on ya, but I can’t exactly go out for dinner lookin’ like this,” Luke gestured to his naked torso, his hand stopping just above the waist of his dark-washed jeans.

“Fine, but, before I take it off,” She began, her lips curving into a devilish grin as she dragged her fingers lazily over his skin, gently raking through the brown curls that adorned his chest, “I want to make you feel good first.”

“Darlin’, you’re killin’ me here,” He shook his head, laughing as he looked down at her. 

Luke watched as she gently pressed her lips to his collarbone before slowly slinking down to her knees before him. He took his belt in his hand, undoing the metal buckle and sliding the long leather material through the belt loops around his waist. He dropped it to the ground, the sound of the buckle clattering against the hardwood flooring echoing through the room. 

He undid the button on his jeans with urgency, dragging them down just enough to allow his wife the space she’d need to pleasure him. She yanked the elastic waistband of his boxers down with a smirk, his hardened cock springing back as she freed it from its cotton restraints. She pressed her lips to it, leaving a tauntingly delicate kiss to the sensitive, red tip, her hand firmly gripping the base. She licked a long, wet stripe up the underside of his length, beginning at the base and ending in a swirling motion around the tip, giving him a doe-eyed gaze as she looked up at him, watching for his reaction. He tilted his head back, letting out a deep, low growling moan before turning his head back to look down at her, grunting her name as she guided his member past her lips, creating suction on the tip with her mouth. 

She began bobbing her head along his length, her cheeks hollowing as she pushed his erection further into her mouth, saliva beginning to drip down it as she took more of his length past her lips. She pulled her mouth back off his cock with a loud popping noise, smirking up at him as he grunted upon the loss of contact. 

“Fucking Christ, babygirl, you’re killin’ me here,” Luke rasped, shaking his head as he looked down at her.

Luke grabbed a handful of her hair, gripping it as he guided her mouth back onto him, pushing her further down his erection and guiding her back off it at a rhythmic pace, building in speed as she went. Luke was struggling to keep himself composed as she continued working his orgasm out of him with her mouth. Her eyes began to water as his tip brushed the back of her throat and the moment his sensitive cap made contact, he felt his knees buckle, swallowing hard as he tried to hold off his orgasm as long as he could. Her gaze never left his face as he tossed his head back, her name falling from his lips like a prayer as thick, warm ropes of cum shot down her throat. His eyes shut for a brief moment, completely lost in his own pleasure. He looked down at her, watching as she slowly backed herself off of him, dragging her tongue lazily against his underside as she did so. 

“Darlin’, I think it’s only fair I return the favour for ya now,” He gave her a mischievous smirk as he offered his hand out to her, helping her stand to her feet. 

Luke gripped her hips and hoisted her up onto the metal top of the dryer, grinning at her as he took his turn kneeling on the floor. He pulled her forwards by her hips. He tapped the inside of her thigh with his hand, indicating to her that she needed to spread her legs to allow him to fit between them. His blue eyes watched her as he dragged two thick fingers along her wet folds, his voice in a low hum as he spoke, amused at how aroused she was. Luke used his fingers to part her lips gently, letting out a deep exhale as he stared at her, taking in the sight before him.

“Look at you, darlin’, pussy all wet for me, just waitin’ for me to take care a’ya, hmm?” he cooed as he watched her part her lips, allowing a soft moan to escape from her mouth.

“Luke, please, baby,” she mewled, whimpering as he circled the pad of his fingertip against her swollen clit. 

The sound of her whimpering, soft moans were music to Luke’s ears, and he wasted no time in pressing his lips to her sensitive bud, lapping his tongue against it, tasting her sweet arousal as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thigh. He dipped two of his fingers into her now dripping core, lazily fucking them into her as he sucked on her nub, waiting for her to beg him to give her more. 

“Luke, fucking hell, stop fucking teasing me, please?” She whined, her voice raising in pitch as she let out another whimper.

Luke pumped his fingers into her faster, pressing into her soft spot as he continued to lick and suck at her clit, his bright blue eyes never leaving once leaving her face as he watched, feeling himself become more aroused by seeing her face contort and hearing her vocalize her pleasure. He felt her leg tremble under his free hand, and he continued to fuck her with his fingers, pulling his mouth off of her clit just enough for her to hear him speak.

“Soak my fingers for me, sugar,” He husked, watching as he continued to thrust them into her wet folds, an animalistic grunt escaping his lips as he felt her clenching around him.

She tossed her head back as her arousal coated him, a loud, passionate scream of his name echoing through the air as she climaxed. Luke pulled his fingers out, licking them clean before ducking back between her thighs, delving his tongue inbetween her folds to clean up the mess he’d made of her. Once finished, he pulled back his head, sitting back on his feet for a moment as he grinned up at her, his bearded chin glistening with her arousal as he looked at her. 

“Now, sweetness, you’re gonna have to take my shirt off of ya now, or else we’re never gonna make it to dinner. They might notice us being missing.” He smirked, shaking his head as he stood up.

Luke reached his hands out to grab her by the hips, nodding as he helped her down off of the dryer. He cocked an eyebrow up at her, watching as she slowly undid the buttons of the shirt before shrugging the blue material back off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor as she exposed her bare skin to him. Unable to control his impulsive urges, Luke grabbed her by the waist, gripping her body tightly as he pulled her in against his frame. 

“Well…maybe we can be a few minutes late?” 

[yespolkadotkitty]

The days are hot in Texas, and the nights are often hotter. But not as hot as where your husband often is, the sand crusted on to his boots, his eyes protected by his favourite camo ball cap.

You often lie in bed at night, thinking of him. Giving orders, supporting his men, planning strategies. Succeeding, failing, learning, and drawing comfort from the pictures and videos you send him when he’s away.

But tonight will be different, because tonight, Capt. Caleb Syverson will be home.

Your heart pounds as through the open window, you hear the engine of a truck. The sound cuts out, then a key jangles in the lock of your front door. The thump of a duffel bag.

You can wait no longer. You rush to the hall and down the stairs, leaping in the dark.

Cal catches you, and he’s broad and solid, all muscle and sinew and yours, and you greedily wrap your legs and arms around him.

“Darlin’,” he murmurs in that deep Texan drawl, and you turn to mush.

“I missed you,” you whisper, kissing every part of his face that you can reach. He smells of crisp, summer night air and the woodsy outdoors, and you’ll never get enough of him in all your days.

You unclamp your legs and your busy hands release his belt buckle, shove down his jeans. Cal sucks in a breath as you palm him, re-learning his ridges, the heat of him. You loop your arms around his neck again and he lifts you one-armed, using his free hand to shove aside the thick silk scrap of your underwear.

In one thrust, he’s in. You’re soaked and it takes mere seconds for him to be seated to the hilt. You both sigh at this, the joining that you’ve missed so badly.

“Lord, have I missed fucking you,” Cal pants. He turns you so your back is against the wall, giving him the leverage he needs to thrust into your hard and fast, just the way you like it. You tilt your hips to give him better access, murmuring his name, and before long the pleasure rushes through your veins like fireworks. Cal isn’t far behind you, and when his orgasm ebbs he presses his face into your shoulder, body shuddering with the little aftershocks of really good sex.

Eventually he lifts his head and pins you with those soft baby blue eyes. “Hi.”

“Hi yourself,” you chuckle. “Welcome home.”

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