#captain syverson oneshot

[keanureevesisbae]

Captain Syverson x fem!reader

Summary: You never had a dad figure in your life, but when you meet Sy, all of the sudden you had a man who was willing to be that role model for you. But all you have to do is let him.

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: so, in case anyone remembers a sad little sob story I posted about how i was jealous because i didn't have a dad figure in my life, i turned it into an entire oneshot. Hopefully you like it. (also, I totally intended on not posting this until this weekend, but I suppose I am feeling generous today 😘 )

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You grew up in a female household. Your mother, your maternal grandmother and two of your aunts. No siblings. Just you and your favorite women in one house.

While it was amazing, there was one downside to it and you felt it deep in your heart: you always had this feeling you missed out on that fatherly type in your life. A role model, one your friends got for free and loved dearly. 

You always wondered why your dad abandoned you to start another family elsewhere. Weren’t you fun enough? Weren’t you pretty enough?

Weren’t you enough?

Being dropped like that, you always felt more at ease with women. You weren’t necessarily afraid of men, but minding your own business and leave men be, was the easiest way for you to go.

However, you met Sy: the most amazing and wonderful man alive. Looking gruff and slightly terrifying at first, but once you peeled off that first layer, you were met with the most amazing and sweetest man you’ve ever encountered in your entire life.

He was a friend of your friend’s boyfriend and while you two instantly clicked, there was a certain hesitation. But Sy was patient and that patience showed you his character, because it took you months before you felt secure enough to let Sy in your life. You often joked that his parents did a splendid job with him.

But then you met said family. It was the first time you saw such a close family. Three older brothers who were all married with a few little ones, a loving mother and a father.

The type of dad you never had.

Falling into an old and safe habit, you found yourself gravitating towards his mother on family gatherings and sometimes a sister-in-law. You were civil with the brothers, however you always stayed clear from the dad, afraid that he’ll intentionally or unintentionally would hurt you the most.

‘You know,’ Sy offered through the phone, ‘you could call my dad.’

You were now staring at a flat tire and you knew that if you called a tow truck, you probably were gonna get ripped off anyway and you would sell a kidney to afford the change of tire. Naturally, you called your boyfriend, who could fix everything, but he was currently stuck at work and threw that one offer in the air that you really didn’t want.

‘No,’ you said, ‘I can handle this.’

So, after you hung up, you got to work. In theory, you could do it. You watched a YouTube video and you tried to fix the tire, but you lacked the strength and nearly found yourself sniffling on your driveway after many failed attempts. 

Time went by and a car stopped in front of your driveway. You looked up, to see the infamous dad Syverson get out of his truck. ‘Hi kid,’ he said. He always called you kid when you arrived there.

‘Hi,’ you said, discreetly wiping away your tears. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘Sy called me,’ he answered, ‘telling me you had a flat tire. I thought I’d drop by to ask if you need help.’

You sighed. ‘Of course he did,’ you muttered.

‘You mind?’

‘No,’ you said, ‘go knock yourself out.’

You found yourself watching him from a distance, while he changed your tire. He did every step in the tutorial you watched, but the thing was: he had strength, you didn’t.

‘You got something against me, kid?’ he finally asked. 

You shook your head. ‘No.’

‘You barely acknowledge me when you’re over,’ he said. ‘Is it something I did?’

Yes. That’s the worst part of it all. It is something he did. It’s the way he loves his sons, their wives and the grandkids. It’s how he loves his own wife. It’s how he always greeted you with a wide smile. How he even got you a little nickname he hadn’t given to anyone else. It was you who was on the receiving end of the nickname ‘kid’, not the others.

‘No.’

He looked up and halted his work. ‘You know,’ he says, ‘Sy told me about your own dad.’

Of course Sy would share that sob story with his parents. ‘Right.’

‘Your dad is an idiot,’ he said. 

‘True.’ You took in a breath and said: ‘I grew up around women. All I’ve known is female role models. Never had a dad-figure in my life. Guess I am just a horrible human being and incredibly jealous for seeing how others have a great dad and I don’t.’

‘That doesn’t make you a horrible person,’ he told you. ‘It makes you a normal human being. You know, I had a deadbeat dad. He barely was around and when he was, he ruined everything. I always promised myself that once I am a dad, I wouldn’t be like that.’

‘Mhm.’

‘Dads fix tires,’ he continued, ‘dads cook dinner. Dads pick you up from a night out. Dads teach you about life. Dads are there for you, whether you need them or not.’

‘Not mine,’ you whispered. ‘My mom always told me to do it myself.’ 

‘I get that.’

‘I was already doing an okay job with the tire,’ you mumbled. 

‘True,’ he chuckled. Then he turned around so he was actually facing you. ‘You know, you’re dating my son, which makes you part of the family. You got a flat tire, call me. Your family needs some help fixing something? Call me. You’re family, kid.’

And you realized you hadn’t been acting like family. Instead, you always kept him at arms length, even when he tried to be family. 

Tears burned in your eyes. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘Don’t be,’ he said. ‘I just want to be that dad-figure for you. All you’ve gotta do is let me.’ He smiled reassuringly. ‘And when you are ready for that, let me know. I’ll be right here for you, kid.’

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It had been three months since that conversation and a lot had happened. You were still dating Sy and ever since your little talk with his dad, it truly felt like you were part of the family now. Sy and you were closer than ever before, his dad and you were two peas in a pod. Turned out, you shared many similarities and he felt like that father figure you always wished you had. He came over to your family’s house and fixed a few things that needed fixing for a while now.

But dad Syverson still understood your wish of being independent and whenever he helped you out, he told you to watch and learn and sometimes wrote down a few tips too.

Today, you and Sy were going to a family gathering again and you could say that you were buzzing with excitement. 

‘Sy, hurry up,’ you pleaded. ‘Your dad is gonna show me how to turn on the bbq, without losing your eyebrows.’

He chuckled. ‘I swear you’re always happier to see him than me,’ he joked. You leaned against his shoulder, before he said: ‘You know, honey, I love you very much.’

‘I love you too,’ you whispered. ‘And thank you, for ignoring my stubborn ass and called your dad that faithful flat tire day.’

Sy smirked. ‘Come on, you honestly think I would let you hurt yourself, because you’re my strong-willed sweetheart and doesn’t want to ask my dad for help?’ He pressed a kiss on top of your head. ‘I… I am glad you accepted the help. It made you happier in the end.’

Dating Sy meant gaining an entire family and to say it was amazing was a gross understatement. You said your quick hi’s to his brothers, the sister-in-laws and the kids, kissing Sy’s mom, before rushing over to the backyard, where you saw Sy’s dad.

‘There she is,’ he said with a wide grin and you launched yourself in his arms. ‘Finally some common sense in the building,’ he joked.

Sy joined you not too long after, hugging his dad and he said: ‘I’ll be the first Syverson to sit through a bbq lesson from my dad.’

‘You guys never listened?’

Dad shook his head. ‘Kid, you’re the first one who voluntarily has signed up for the bbq lessons from dad Syverson,’ he told you. ‘Are you ready?’

You smiled and nodded. ‘I was born ready, dad.’

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[xdirtyxlittlexgirl]

Dearest Gentle Reader,

It is with uncontainable delight that I proclaim my return to the social scene! With sharpened quills and plenty promts, I stand prepared to weave tales that will enthrall even the most discerning of you.

Whether it be the likes of dashing Henry Cavill, Chris Evans, or Armie Hammer, or the mystical realms of The Witcher, The Vampire Diaries, or the scintillating escapades of our very own Bridgerton, no stone shall be left unturned.

So to keep the tea spilling, I implore you, esteemed readers, to submit your most imaginatively wild plots and prompts and remember, in the world of Lady X, the pen is mightier than the sword, and I am armed and ready.

Yours Most Sincerely,

Lady X

[hederasgarden]

Dad!Captain Syverson Headcanons

I was inspired to write about Captain Syverson as a dad by @augustsprincess beautiful illustration.

Warnings for some smutty talk at the beginning. 18+ only. Thanks to @ryebecca for looking this over.

I’m happy to tackle other HC characters as dads if there is interest. Send me an ask!

We all know Sy has a breeding kink a mile wide.

There’s nothing he loves more than coming inside you again and again and stuffing you full of him. He also likes to stay buried in you as long as possible to keep you plugged up. When he finally does pull out he’ll get between your legs and push his cum back inside with his fingers while he rubs your thigh with his other hand.

Even though you’re exhausted, there’s something about the sight of him looking up at you with that hungry glint in his eye that makes you ready to go again. When you lift your hips towards his face he smiles.

“That’s not how you make a baby, sweetheart,” he growls, climbing back on top of you again.

Once you’re pregnant, Sy’s over the moon and telling anyone he can. He brings home all the pregnancy books that night, spending his evenings pouring over them with a little frown on his face. He writes down a dozen or more questions for your first OB appointment. He definitely annoys the sonographer when you’re far along enough to see one, practically leaning over her shoulder to see the screen.

Sy researches baby items like he’s planning an military incursion. You never knew someone could have that many options about car seats and baby bottles.

When it comes to your growing belly and expanding cup size, he’s feral. He wants you all the time after the doctor promises him sex won’t hurt the baby. You don’t even have time to wonder if you’re getting too fat or frumpy because his hands are on you all the time and he’s heaping on the praise.

Also, if you thought he was protective before you haven’t seen anything yet. He becomes hyper-vigilant about you and his little cub, to the point it probably causes a few fights and makes you feel suffocated. You definitely have an emotional breakdown or two that he has zero idea how to handle. Defusing an IED is child’s play compared to navigating your emotional changes. That’s usually when he resorts to food and foot rubs.

Once the baby arrives he’s on it. You don’t even change a single diaper until your son is two months old. If you’re breastfeeding, Sy’s there with snacks and water. If you’re formula feeding, he’s got everything prepped and ready to go.

The best thing about Sy as a dad though? It’s the way he looks at his son. The sheer awe and love you see in his eyes as his big fingers trace the delicate lines of your newborn’s face. And the way he looks at you with so much pride, love, and devotion? Well, is it any wonder your son gets a little sister a year later?

[lainiespicewrites]

LainieSpice Masterlist

I wanted to compile everything because I think I'm going to start writing more!!

Captain Syverson

Oneshots:

The Christmas Cabin

The Christmas Cabin Part 2

Series:

Coach Sy Basically captain Syverson but a high school football Coach 😍

Coach Sy Ch 2

Coach Sy Ch 3

Coach Sy Ch 4

Coach Sy Ch 5

Coach Sy Ch 6

Electric summer: Sy and his old summer camp love reunite when they come back to camp as counselors!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Walter Marshall

Series:

I just want to feel safe

Part 1

Part 2

Henry

Oneshots:

Someone to take her home

A lesson in flirting

Clark

Professor Superman

Dune Part 2 series

The Atreides Era

Part 2

[sillyrabbit81]

I al obsessed with your story ‘Even If You Don’t Mean It’! No shade to the many writers on here but it’s been a while for me to find a story that I can dig my teeth in - where character development, setting and story pace is great and you succeed in all of this! Thank you for this gift ha ha - hope to see more stories featuring Sy (new love unlocked lol) and all of Henry’s characters because you’re a phenomenal writer ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hi

Thank you very much for your lovely words. I'm so glad you enjoyed that story and that you thought it was well written.

I have written A LOT of Syverson a couple of series and a lot of one shots. Here is a link to my Syverson masterlist.

There are a lot of great Sy series out there from other writers, here are a few I can think of right now:

@just-chirpin Eyes That See Your life consists of caring for others. This is a story of you learning to care for yourself.

@thesaucynomad No Morals It’s a continuing series of episodic parts centred around Sy, after getting out of the army.  It’s gonna contain graphic spice here and there as the timeline progresses.

@mayloma Of Investments and Returns Due to global economic troubles, Sy was forced to sell most of his company's shares to investors. Much to his displeasure, the investors commissioned a business consultancy to check the company for potential savings and optimization. Dahlia Lewis is one of the unwelcome visitors. And she will soon begin to get under his skin in a different way.

@invisibleanonymousmonsters Syverson After Y/N’s job declares that employees may continue working remote for as long as they want, she wonders if this is sign from the universe to take a break from New York City. When her crazy cousin finds out, she begs Y/N to spend a year with her in Texas. For some crazy reason, Y/N agrees. A true city girl and a northerner, Y/N immediately feels like a fish out of water in the south. And her cousin’s friends enjoy teasing her for all their differences – especially a certain Ethan Syverson.

@peternoonewantsthat Shug and Sy series Masterlist An ongoing series of oneshots following the everyday life of Captain Syverson and his family.

@rmtndew Where Kindness Grows The Great Depression took its toll on a lot of people and some had to get creative to survive. Seraphina’s father decides his solution is to sell his only daughter to a much older man. But when Sy overhears a conversation about the young woman, he makes a decision that will change his life - and Seraphina’s - forever.

@angryschnauzer As Sweet As Honey Finding a new life in a new town, you stumble upon a Honey farmer at the town market. You both have pasts that have shaped the way you now live your lives, but can you find a way of putting them behind you to find happiness?

@poledancingdinos Girls Night Out

@littlefreya Lines In The Sand She is one of the best snipers serving in Iraq, but she is also suffering from an attitude problem and ironically has a hard time following orders. After an incident in her former base, she is sent to join the Special Forces unit led by Captain Syverson, who requires a talented sniper. Unlucky for her, Captain Syverson is a hard man who likes things by the book and according to order. He ain’t got the patience for troublemakers.

@winter2112rose A Captain and his Cowgirl A series of one -shot stories about how one meeting on a night out, changes the life of a young solider, Travis ‘Sy’ Syverson, forever. Giving him the one thing he’s always dreamed of, a family. The stories are in the correct chronological timeline. 

@wolvesandhoundshowltogether Kissed By Fire Petra’s small art studio takes fire and a beefy cocky soldier-turned-firefighter is among the responding fire crew members. The acquaintance wouldn’t be long-lived but Lieutenant Syverson accidentally👀 takes something that belongs to her.

@viking-raider Southern Generation After more than a decade of service, Captain Syverson as retired from the military, but now that he is retired, he still needs to find a job.

Feel free to add anymore to this list!

❤️ Rabbit

[i-try-to-write-stuff]

Fic Poll

[rileytwenty]

Requests

Hey y'all, I've been lacking in story ideas lately so I'm taking requests for x reader oneshots/imagines.

I do not promise to do all requests.

Fandoms:

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Neteyam Sully

Jake Sully

Neytiri

Lo'ak Sully

My Hero Academia

Kirishima Eijiro

Bakugou Katsuki

Midoriya Izuku

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Shane Walsh

Sand Castle

Captain Syverson

The Witcher

Geralt of Rivia

Eskel

Alice in Borderland

Chishiya Shuntaro

Niragi Suguru

[sillyrabbit81]

So this reminds me of @nashibirne stripper challenge where a few people wrote Henry's characters doing strip teases... There's a few stripper stories around, I'll link the ones I can find below the cut if anyone is interested.

Eeehm Sy??

@littlefreya @wolvesandhoundshowltogether @viking-raider @nuggsmum @captainsy-cookiemonster @thelastsock @angryschnauzer @sillyrabbit81

[queenxxxsupreme]

Longing

A/N: This is my first Captain Syverson fic and omg I love him so much ok. But this fic is trash xD i just wanted to see the scenario somewhere other than in my head ok. I’ve seen a few other writers give him the name Logan and I really think that fits (it reminds of Logan Howlett and Syverson definitely had some wolverine vibes)

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none :) this is completely fluffy with some angst cause I can’t help myself.

Summary: Just when you think Syverson is home to stay, his job beckons him to the Middle East. 

You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, trying to remind yourself that you needed to stop biting your bottom lip. You couldn't help but mess with the hem of your shirt, anxiety and impatience eating at you. 

Your boyfriend of six years would be returning home after spending seven months overseas. You had waited for this day since he boarded the plane to leave. 

The terminal was moderately busy with people scattered everywhere. Some were hurrying to get to their departing flight while others were chatting off to the side of the room. 

A small pool of green and brown U.S. Army uniforms caught your attention. Your heart began to beat even harder in your ribs and you couldn't hide the smile on your lips. 

Captain Syverson led the way through the terminal with his team right behind him. They were landing in DC and dispersing from there to go to whatever flights they needed to get home. You and Syverson lived right in DC so you were able to welcome him home. 

You’re too caught up watching him that you don't notice the look of unhappiness on his teammates’ faces. Your mind was too busy going a million miles a second, thinking of all of the things you wanted to do now that he was finally home. 

The heavy duffle bag in his hand falls to the tiled floor with a thud just in time for him to catch you as you threw yourself into his arms. 

His muscular arms were steel bars around you, holding you as close to him as possible. 

“Hey, angel.” His voice was quiet but still as deep as you remembered. 

You took a moment to squeeze him before pulling back to look into the blue eyes you loved so much. You expected to see all the emotions Syverson never showed, to see the excitement in his gaze when he looked at up. But there was no excitement, no happiness that you two were reunited afteronths apart. 

Your grip on him loosened and something began to form in the pit of your stomach–a new ball of tension and worry. 

“What, Logan? What’s-What's wrong?” You spoke quietly, afraid your voice would quit working if you spoke too loud. You feared that maybe he'd lost one of his men. 

“We got orders to go back.” His whisper wasn't enough to hide that Texan accent. 

Your heart fell to your stomach. You pulled your arms from around him, shaking your head. 

“There's been an emergency, angel. Only reason we didn't turn around mid flight was ‘cause the plane needed fuel.” 

All of the thoughts that had been swarming your mind suddenly slowed down. You couldn't process what he was saying.

“You-You’re going back?” Your voice broke and your bottom lip quiver ed. Tears came to your eyes without hesitation. “Now? But-But you just-you just got here–,”

“I know, angel.” He pulled you into his chest, burying his nose in your hair. The sweet scent of your shampoo was enough to make him second guess leaving. He missed waking up to your scent. 

His eyes closed tightly as he reminded himself that this was his job. This was what he had to do. 

Your shoulders shook with quiet sobs. You buried your face into his chest, hands fisting his jacket. You hadn't seen him for seven months and now he was leaving already. 

Syverson could feel you trembling in his arms and it broke his heart to know that you both would be separated for an unknown length of time. 

You suddenly pulled away from him. Your hands pressing against his chest. Breathing was a struggle but every inhale of oxygen burnt your lungs. Your heart was beating so loud, echoing in your ears. 

What if he died? What if this was the last time you got to see him? What if he was gone for another seven months or even longer? 

“I-I can't do this, Logan.” You told him, your words almost incoherent. “I-I can't. I worry-I worry so much. And I’m so alone and-and the house is so empty without you. I can't-,”

“Yes you can, angel.” His hands took hold of your shoulders. He gazed down at you but you couldn't meet his eyes. “You're a strong woman, angel. I love you.”

“I-I love you, Logan, but it’s just–I-I can't-I can't–,” 

He placed two of his worn and rough fingers gently under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. He cut you off with a kiss, savoring your taste and the feeling of your soft, delicate lips against his. 

“Marry me, angel.” His words were mumbled against your lips but somehow your panicking brain was able to hear him. 

You pulled away, lips parted as you breathed heavily. 

“What?” You whispered. Your brows drew together. You couldn't have heard him properly. 

“Marry me, Y/N.” He repeated, his large hand cupping your face. The pad of his thumb, calloused from years of use, brushed across the apple of your cheek to swipe away a tear. “Marry me.”

You knew the man before you wasn't romantic. The way he said it, almost like a gentle demand, was totally him. He wouldn't take you to some fancy dinner and then to some pretty location in DC to get down on one knee to propose to you with a nice ring. That kind of romance was for children, for princesses in fairy tales. 

Your life was anything but a fairy tale. You saw your beloved boyfriend of six years about as often as one would see a good acquaintance. He was a soldier for the U.S. Army before he met you and he was extremely dedicated to his job, so much so that you didn't think he'd ever want to actually settle down for anything long term. You were surprised when he so casually suggested the two of you move in together after spending a rare Sunday afternoon watching football. 

You were so used to your bed being empty and to your house being empty. You were so used to the waiting and the longing for your soldier. Some nights it would make you physically sick thinking about what could happen to him. 

You had gotten used to going out with friends and hearing them talk about what they'd done with their partners or being present when they spoke about double or triple dates. Not only would Syverson never agree to going on a double date, but he was very rarely home and when he was for the few months you got to keep him, you’d rather spend those days in bed with him watching TV or watching him change the brakes on your car because you always forget to get them changed. 

But you wouldn't change any of it for the world. Logan Syverson was everything you wanted in life and you wouldn’t change his ways for anything. 

“Yes.” You nodded your head. A new batch of tears came to your eyes and began to make their way down your cheeks. 

“Yes?” An extremely rare timid smile came to his lips, almost like he expected you to say no. 

“Yes, Logan. Yes!” You threw your arms around him once more, holding him as close to you as possible. 

His hands rubbed your sides and then slipped around you to embrace you. 

A voice came over the intercom, calling for his flight to board their plane. 

He pulled away from you, taking a second to look into your eyes. 

“I love you.” He kissed you once, then twice and three times. “In my closet, look in the box on the top of the shelf. Your ring’s in there.”

“How long have you had it?” You sniffled, smiling at him. 

“A while.” He grinned. “Love you, angel.” He gave you one more kiss before he pulled away and picked up his bag. 

“I love you, Logan.” You wrapped your arms around yourself, already missing his warm hold. 

He gave you a firm nod but he couldn't hide the smile behind his stern features. 

You giggled at him and watched him leave, one of his soldiers clapping him on the shoulder. 

As they disappeared around the corner, you choked on a sob. You brought your hand up to cover your mouth, moving to sit in a nearby empty seat. Your knees were shaking and your head spun. 

Just like that, he was gone. But at least he was still yours.

Taglist for Syverson: @promptandpros @alyxkbrl

[ilyrafe]

𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕 ; 𝒄. 𝒔.

*i’ll name him bruce

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he changes completely. if you’re fucking somewhere else, he’ll carry you to the bed, clean you up, and wait for you to sleep. if he’s feeling extra romantic, he’ll invite you for a shower and it’s actually really nice because he’ll hold you like you’re made from glass. he’s such a sweet bear.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he loves all of you, he really does, but your pussy is something else. he loves her, he treats her right, he treats her like the naughty girl she is. on him, he doesn’t have a favority body part.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

it’s his mission to make you cum. he will make you cum, don’t even stress about it. he may cum first, but you will cum. he feels like a man’s moral obligation is to make his woman cum every time they fuck.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he wants to watch you and another woman fuck. no, he doesn’t want to be involved, he wants to see it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

contrary to ‘popular beliefs’, he only has sex with the person he’s dating. he’s had a few serious girlfriends, so he’s doing very much alright.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary and doggy, his favorite combo, valedictorian, a fancier version of the missionary, table top, and the upstanding citizen just because he’s fucking strong.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

nope! he’s serious, very in the moment.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

the funny thing is, he learned to do a fade between his body hair and his pubes. it’s actually impressive!

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he’s a very ‘in the moment’ man, so if he’s angry, he won’t be so romantic and intimate, but if he’s in a good mood, he’ll lock eyes with you, hold your hand, kiss you, do all that kind of stuff.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

it’s frequent, and he likes it when you’re having phone sex. (his dirty talk game is something else)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

dom/sub (which is obvious), lingerie, anal sex, spanking... the list goes on and on.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

his bedroom, his car and his bathroom.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he’ll say it’s your lingerie or what you’re wearing in the moment, but really is the fact that you’re in love with him, you make him happy and you accept him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that involves his asshole or that can physically hurt you both.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he loves your blowjobs, and he can’t stress this enough. you grip on his thighs on purpose to make him moan, he’ll grip on your hair if he’s feeling rowdy. and he’s an excellent pussy eater too! he will definitely make you cum in his mouth before anything else.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he’s a bit of both. first round is always rough and passionate, the second one is slower but still passionate. he knows you’re sensitive, so he takes good care of you (unless you ask him to fuck you even harder, he’ll gladly do it).

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

oh, man. he’s so into them! a quickie a day it’s the words he lives by. his favorites are in the morning.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

no, not really. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can go for two rounds, maybe three, and he usually lasts for 20 minutes.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

no, he doesn’t. he’s lowkey intimidated by them. he doesn’t mind that you own (and he shouldn’t mind!), but when you’re having sex, you don’t really need anything else.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

bruce will make you beg for his cock.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s not loud, but he grunts and swears a lot and it’s so fucking hot because only you can hear him saying the filthiest things.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

normally, he calls you “darlin’” or “sweetheart” or a short version of your name. when he’s fucking you, he calls you “baby girl” and if he’s feeling extra dom, he’ll make you call him captain.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

it’s curved upward when erect.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

high as a kite. the man can’t get enough of the kitty. (that was bad, i’m so sorry).

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

embarrassingly fast. you do tease him about it sometimes and he’ll just say ‘well, it’s your fault.’

[songsaboutheroes]

I’m No Stranger to the Rain

((AN : Hi everybody! Please excuse my absence. There’s been a loooooot going on. But I was going through my music library and stumbled upon this song that I felt perfectly described our dear Syverson. Y’all know the drill by now. The song is by Keith Whitley which I highly recommend you listen to before or while reading this story. The picture above is not mine. Syverson is not mine. All rights go to their respective owners. Please enjoy!))

TW : talks of panic attacks. Please read as you see fit.

Syverson was very aware that he was not a perfect person. Far and gone from even the prospect of being considered a part of the non existent club. The thought alone gave way to a small chuckle in the darkness of an extremely early morning. A temper as bad as a bull. The rage and aggression of the devil himself when he got good and wound up. Mixed with the danger of a patient man. Perhaps that’s what made him perfect for his job. However, being awoken in the wee hours of the morning  weren’t exactly the retirement plan that he had in mind. 

Night terrors were unfortunately no stranger to the captain. Past missions, lost comrades, and events that would be burned into his mind for an eternity. He wouldn’t have wished his current situation on even his worst enemy. No one should be privy to the knowledge that the battered and beaten man at the dining room table was all too accustomed with. With all that being said, he was getting better at expressing himself. Past meetings with his therapist, and group meetings at the VA had given him plenty of resources and some comfort. 

Explaining to new friends that, no he wouldn’t like to go to their 4th of July party because fireworks were a trigger. Telling certain family members that he can’t play tough and rough like he used to anymore. Explaining to his war buddies that all he needed was to be left alone during a panic attack. But with his fiancee he needed to be held. He needed her to ground him.  While he his verbal communication was coming along rather nicely, sometimes the words just couldn’t come. They’d be right on the edge of his lips, but they refused to go out into the open. Almost as though if he let his words be released to he wind, they’d blow away all together. That’s why he was so attached to his journal. 

The first time he saw the blue hardback book was when Bug gave it to him on his 35th birthday. It even had his initials on the cover in a metallic grey, cursive font. Syverson was positive that this little book was the most thoughtful gift that he had ever received. He promised her that he’d carry the book with him on every mission, every trip, everywhere he went. It would always be in his backpack, if not sitting on top of his nightstand. It had slowly become his most treasured possession. Because what he couldn’t get out verbally, he could write a paragraph for. And he did. The book began to fill up rather quickly with memories that felt as though they had been a lifetime away. Along with those tender, sweet memories that he had just been in the process of making. 

As he was writing his heart out on the current emotions flowing through him, he realized he was on the last pages.  A sense of pride over came him as he realized that he had kept the promise to his fiancee. That’s when he noticed the dog eared page at the very back. Well, you know what they say about curiosity and the cat. As he turned the pages his heart swelled at the sight of the handwriting. 

     To the love of my life, 

I suppose your finding this means you’ve completed your first novel. It’s sure to be on the New York Times best seller list! All jokes aside, I’m so proud of you baby. You’ve come so far. I always knew that you would. Even when you didn’t have the same amount of faith in yourself. I think I carried enough for the both of us. I can’t begin to describe the joy I felt when I began to see your realize it as well. You are without a shadow of a doubt the strongest person I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing. Physically and emotionally. Thank you for trusting your love with me. Thank you for allowing yourself to experience what love is. Thank you for everything that you’ve ever done. Most importantly thank you for beginning to love yourself. I can’t wait to see where the future takes you. I’m so happy to be on the ride with you. Don’t forget, Sunshine, you’re going to make it. 

                                            With all my heart,                                                                             Bug. 

P.S. I love you. 

As he saw her come down the stairs (damn near swimming in one of his t-shirts) and go about her usual morning routine, the captains heart felt as though it could very well burst. Even with his bad habits he was in the process of kicking, all his hangups, this woman had still chosen to love him. With every ounce of her being. What a feeling. 

While making her morning cup of coffee, his lover had failed to see the captain sneak his arms around her waist and pepper kisses along her exposed shoulder.

“Good morning, Sunshine. What’s got you all worked up this morning?” 

Not that the question gave him pause, it just hit him all at once. If this angel could see him for all his faults and what she had proclaimed were his pros, Syverson had firmly decided that he was beginning to make peace with himself. All because of-

“You. Just you.” 

[samaraj]

Title - Second chances

Pairing - Sy x reader

Warnings - mention of death, angst, smut

Summary - Sy steps in to help you and your baby girl after the death of your soldier husband. Over the years you both develop feelings for each other.

You smiled as you watched your best friend Sy hold your daughters hand as he led her gently into the pool. That in itself was an accomplishment as your three year old daughter Crimson had developed a fear of the water after a wave at the beach had caused her to slip from your arms momentarily. It happened so quickly, but the toddler had swallowed some water and had a huge fright. Since then she’d wanted nothing to do with the ocean or the pool. But Sy had a way with her and she trusted him. It was inevitable as your husband Tom had died in the line of duty before Crimson was born. Sy was the only father figure she ever knew and they had a magical bond.

“There you go sweet pea”. Sy let her sit on the pool step while he blew bubbles in the water. “Ain’t so bad huh?”

You watched as Crimson started giggling at Sy’s antics. Eventually her chubby fingers reached out to him and Sy moved back slowly.

“Come on Crimmy. I know you remember what I taught ya. Come and swim to Sy”.

“No”. Crimson shook her head and pointed at Sy then back to herself. “Sy come here?”

“Oh no sweet pea. I’m not coming there, you got to swim to me”. Sy smiled at her. “You can do it love. I won’t let anything happen to you”.

You felt your heart stir. Lately you’d felt that feeling often. Actually you’d felt it for a long time but you’d managed to push it aside, telling yourself Sy was your friend, Tom’s best friend, and his captain. Sy was in your lives because of his obligation to Tom, nothing more, wasn’t he?

“There you go!” Sy looked at you as crimson swam to him. He picked her up and spun her around as she laughed. “Knew your could do it! Wave to Mumma love, she’s watching you”.

“Good girl Crims! See the water is nice isn’t it!” You blew your daughter a kiss as you walked over to them and fidgeted with the hem of the thin cotton dress you’d thrown over your bikini.

“Come on in then”. Sy grinned at you. “Join us”.

“Oh I ..” Why did you feel nervous all of a sudden? Sy had seen plenty of you before .. he’d even been in the room when Crimson was born.

“Come on woman! Get in”.

“Ok ok”. You rolled your eyes as you pulled off your summer dress. Underneath your wore a red triangular bikini. You knew that it was skimpy but nothing else fit you. You’d changed since giving birth to your daughter. Your hips were wider, you’d gained a bit of weight and your breasts were two cup sizes bigger. You noticed Sy looking at you - his expression was unreadable but it made you tug at your bikini top, wishing it was a bigger size.

“It’s a bit cold”. You shivered slightly as the water hit your skin.

“Cold? Nah it’s perfect. You just need to get used to it”. Sy avoided your gaze as he placed Crimson on his hip. “Hey sweet pea?”

“Yes”. Crimson smiled at you. “Nice water!”

“Oh it is nice and I’m so proud of you baby!” You looked at Sy. “Thank you for being patient with her. She trusts you so much”

“Of course Sugar. You know I’d do anything for you two girls”.

You smiled but then felt it fade as Sy glanced at a very attractive woman in a hot pink bikini and thong. You should have expected it - you we’re in a public pool and knew that woman usually gravitated towards Sy. How could they resist? He was good looking and had an incredible physique.

“She yours? How adorable!” The woman batted her eyelashes at Sy and made you feel invisible. She looked like a god damned Victoria secrets supermodel.

“Oh no .. she’s not mine but she’s defiantly adorable”. Sy smiled at the woman.

You felt a pain stab through your chest. Crimson wasn’t his, she was Tom’s. Hearing Sy say it aloud felt strange though. But the more you pondered on it the more guilty you felt. What was wrong with you? How could you even think about your daughter being Sy’s? Why would you think that?

“Here”. You took your daughter from Sy. “I’ll let you chat. I have to get her something to eat anyway”. Before Sy could respond you moved Crimson to your hip and got out of the water. You cheeks burned, knowing that Sy probably copped an eyeful of your backside.

You took Crimson over to your spot and wrapped her up in a towel before sitting her on the blanket.

“Here Baby”. You passed her a slice of watermelon and watched as she devoured it, the juice spilling down her chin. “Good huh?” Your eyes wandered to where Sy was leaning up against the pool, the brunette from earlier flirting her very best with him. Every so often Sy would glance at you but you’d quickly look away. You had no clue why.

“Mumma?”

You turned to your daughter but realised that she was pointing at a very handsome man standing in front of you. He looked like he’d just arrived because he hadn’t changed yet.

“Can I help you?”

“Sorry, this might be a little odd .. you’re Tom’s wife? I’m Jake”.

“Oh I .. “ you stammered trying to remember a Jake.

“I’m the local mechanic. We haven’t met but he used to bring his truck to me”. Jake smiled. “I recognized you from the photo he kept under the visor”.

“Oh ok”. You smiled. “Nice to meet you Jake. This is my daughter Crimson”.

“Hi darling”. Jake smiled at your daughter. “I remember him saying you were pregnant. I .. I’m real sorry about his passing”.

“Thank you Jake”. You were just about to continue your sentence when Sy sat down next to you and grabbed a towel to wipe his face. You could tell that Jake assumed you were together from the way he moved back slightly looking like he was intruding.

“Sorry I’ll leave you to it”. Jake waved at Crimson. “Enjoy your afternoon”.

“Sure will”. Sy ignored your shocked expression and took a piece of watermelon.

“Sy that was rude!” You watched him carefully.

“What? I wasn’t rude. Came over here to save you. I could tell he was sniffing around”.

“Sniffing around!? He was Tom’s mechanic!” You watched as Sy tensed as soon as you said Tom’s name. “He was just saying hello”.

“Sure, whatever you say Sugar”. You watched as Sy handed Crimson another piece of melon.

“Well I should have saved you then. I mean you had that Barbie doll sniffing around!”

“Barbie doll?” Sy laughed. “You mean Nora?”

“Nora?” You rolled your eyes. “Stupid name”.

“Hey what’s gotten into you woman? She was just being friendly and even if she was sniffing around I wasn’t interested ok?”

“Sy you don’t owe me an explanation”. You felt frustrated. Why were you behaving like this? You got that Sy was protective over you and Crimson, but you had no right judging Nora.

“No I don’t”. Sy paused. He ran his hands over his shaved head.

“I’m sorry”. You dropped your head as you looked at your hands. What the hell was happening.

“Hey”. Sy pulled your chin up until you were looking at him. “I’m sorry for being short with you .. it’s just that .. well it’s kinda hard for me sometimes and .. “

“No I get it”. You paused. “You spend so much time with us Sy. And I appreciate it, I really do .. but you’re a man and .. well you should be out enjoying yourself. Not building doll houses in your spare time and coming to the pool with us on the weekend”.

“You think I don’t like being with you both?” Sy rubbed at his face. “Or you tired of me being around?”

“What? No! How could you think that?” You felt tears sting your eyes. “I just don’t want to hold you back. Tom wouldn’t have wanted that either”.

“Tom asked me to look after you if .., if something happened”.

“And you have!” You started packing away your things. People were staring and the conversation was quickly getting out of control. “Jesus Sy you were even there for Crimson’s birth! You’ve done everything for us”.

“Let’s go sugar”. Sy helped you pack away the bag then picked up Crimson. He took your baby and the bag as you walked to the car. You chewed on your bottom lip as you watched him carefully buckle your daughter into her seat and put your bag into the boot before opening the door for you.

You swallowed back the lump in your throat as you handed him the keys and got in the passenger side. The drive home was quiet except for Crimson’s occasional talking from the backseat. You looked out the window as you willed yourself not to cry. You hated the way you’d acted just before, knowing that you somehow hurt Sy’s feelings. But you were overcome with emotions and it was confusing the hell out of you.

“Here we go”. Sy parked the car and got out to help you carry everything inside. You walked behind him and couldn’t help but watch the muscles rippling across his tattooed back as he carried Crimson and your two bags.

“Thanks Sy”. You unlocked the door and chewed on your bottom lip. “Will you come in?”

“I’ll just get her settled for you then I’ll head off”. Sy’s voice was different, almost short and it made you feel even more upset with yourself.

You nodded as your eyes filled up with tears. Hastily you wiped your face. He was upset at you and rightly so. After everything he’s done for you both, you hated upsetting him. You sighed as you watched Sy settle into his normal routine. He took Crimson into the bathroom and prepared the shower. She preferred the shower and she loved it when Sy got out her bucket of sea animals to play with while he got busy washing her.

While he was taking care of her you packed away your bag and got out the left over spaghetti from the fridge and popped some garlic bread into the oven. Would he even want to eat with you tonight?

“All done”. Sy walked in carrying Crimson about twenty minutes later who he’d changed into her pajamas. “She smells real nice now. Hate that chlorine pool water smell”.

“Oh hey bubs”. You took her from Sy and smelled her mop of light brown curls. “You smell good enough to eat”.

She laughed as she struggle to get out of your arms and ran off to her toy box. Tentatively you turned to Sy.

“Will you eat with us?” You paused. “I mean you can go shower first?”

“That ok?”

You hated that he was asking. He’d never asked before.

“Yes, always has been ok Sy”.

“Alright. I’ll be ten minutes”.

“Ok. I’ll take her into my room and quickly wash too. She loves the new blocks I set up for her”.

“Alright”. Sy smiled softly.

You picked up your daughter and headed into your room. You settled her in front of the box filled of wooden blocks then shut your bedroom door and headed into the bathroom for a quick shower.

“Stay there Crims”. You could see her through the open door as you hastily washed the chlorine off your skin. You were grateful that you hadn’t wet your hair so you twisted it up into a bun and wrapped a clean towel around your body before drying off. You pulled on your underwear and a pair of denim shorts and a crop t shirt before heading back to the kitchen with Crimson. You put her into the high chair and got the table ready as Sy walked in. He wore a pair of shorts, no shirt. Your face instantly flushed.

“Didn’t pack my shirt”. Sy shrugged.

“That’s ok .. I could .. do you want one of Tom’s?” You stuttered.

“Nah I’m fine. Hot enough day anyway”. Sy smiled as he watched you put out the cutlery. He turned to Crimson and lent over to kiss her cheek as she fed herself the spaghetti from her plate. Again your stomach twisted.

You ate together and exchanged small talk. It was comfortable yet uncomfortable at the same time. You wanted to talk to him about today but knew that you had to wait until Crimson was in bed. Part of you wondered if he’d even want to stay that long?

He did … he even read Crimson a story and tucked her into bed. You stood at the door watching him. The big beast of a man was so gentle with your little girl. The sight of him with her always melted your heart. You smiled as he switched on her nightlight and turned on the monitor, he understood the routine well.

“Out like a light”. Sy whispered as he walked past you. “Think the pool wore her out”.

“Yeah”. You followed him into the living room and your heart beat in anticipation. What did you want to say? What if everything came out wrong? What if all you both were to him related to his promise to Tom? And Tom .. your precious Tom that wanted to spend forever with you .. why did your heart ache in a different way now? You didn’t cry over his loss anymore, you just missed him especially when you looked at Crimson. She had his eyes and his smile. Was it bad that you didn’t cry anymore? Was it ok to move on?

“Sy ..” You felt awkward just standing there in front of each other. “I’m sorry about today. How I spoke to you …”

“Hey Sugar it’s ok”.

“No it’s not Sy. I’m incredibly grateful for everything you’ve done. I know you made a promise to Tom”.

“I made a promise to Tom?” Sy studied your face. “You think this …” He gestured to himself. “Is because of a promise? You think I’m here all the time because of a promise I made to Tom?”

“Yeah .. I mean I …”

“I swore to Tom that I’d make sure that you were both ok”. Sy rubbed the back of his neck. An action you realised he did when he was unsure of what to say. “But I never realized what that meant. I never … fuck”.

“What? Sy talk to me”.

“Sugar .. I can’t because I don’t .. I can’t overstep boundaries. I respect you and .. you know Tom was like my brother”. Sy paused. “I’m terrified of saying it all and it not being reciprocated”.

“What Sy?” You searched his face.

“You need to know that I want the best for you and that little girl, you know that right?” Sy took hold of your face. “Tell me you know that”.

“I know Sy”.

“I’m trying hard ok? I’m trying real hard to keep things like this. Just like this ..”

“Sy”. Your heart hammered against your chest. “I’m so confused. You need to tell me .. please tell me”.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or to say anything that’s going to change things”. Sy lowered his eyes. “I care too much”.

You gripped his shoulders while you struggled to breath. His skin felt warm and you wondered for a moment how it would feel if you ran your hands up and down just to feel him. You saw his eyes move to your left hand and you could tell that he noticed that you’d removed your wedding band. You’d taken it off a few weeks before - it was put away in the beautiful box that Tom had given it to you in. Nestled in red velvet and holding a precious moment frozen in time.

“I loved Tom with all my heart. But I can’t … I can’t be broken forever. Tom wouldn’t want me to be that way. I just .. I still miss him Sy. I’ll miss him forever”. You felt tears roll down your face. “I’m scared …I’m so scared”.

Sy pulled you into his arms. His hands cradled your head against his chest. You could feel the rapid beat of his heart and you prayed that he’d say something, anything.

“I’m scared too Sugar. I don’t want to lose you”.

“Lose me? How could you lose me?”

“Because if I tell you how I feel you might high tail it out of here. Maybe you won’t want to see me ever again. And the thought of never seeing your face or that little munchkin … it scares me”. Sy paused. “I’m pulled in two and I.. I loved Tom like a brother”.

“Sy …I”. You paused. Maybe this was too much for the both of you. Maybe the words were better left unspoken? “I think we should just say goodnight”.

“Goodnight?” Sy pulled back to look at you. “Is that what you want?”

You couldn’t speak so you just nodded. You watched through watery eyes as he breathed out deeply before turning to get his keys and wallet from the small table next to your front door. He turned around to look at you before muttering a soft “goodnight” and closing the door behind him.

For awhile you just stood there, feet rendered still as you stared at the panels in the timber door. You heard his motorbike roar to life and then you put your face in your hands and cried. Were you doing the right thing? For yourself, Sy and your daughter? Was this honoring Tom’s memory? Was it the right thing to do?

Without thinking you picked up your phone, hastily scrolling through the numbers until you came to Tom’s mother. You held the phone to your ear, wondering if you were calling too late at night.

“Hello sweetheart”. That soft familiar voice rang through your ear. “How are you? How’s our granddaughter?”

“We’re good Lynette”. Your voice cracked. “Am I calling at a bad time? I know it’s late .. I didn’t think and I ..”

“Darling what’s wrong?” Tom’s mother knew you well. “Talk to me”.

“I just .. I .. I miss him Lynette. I miss him everyday but .. I feel .. I can’t”. You wiped at your cheeks. “I’m not making much sense I’m sorry”.

“Honey it’s ok. We all miss him”. Lynette paused. “I’m his mother. I hurt every single day but I know my son and he’d want us all to be happy. He loved it when you smiled darling, remember him telling you that?”

“Lynette I’m confused. I’m scared to even tell you because I don’t want you to think ..”

“Is this about Sy?”

Your heart beat rapidly. What would Tom’s mother say if you admitted that you had feelings for Sy?

“It’s complicated”. Your voice whispered into the phone.

“No it’s not honey. Listen, Tom would want you to be happy and for Crimmy to be happy. Sy .. he’s a wonderful man. You know how much I adore him”.

“But …”

“Sweetheart .. you take your shot at happiness you hear me? Anything less you’d be disappointing Tom. You just follow your heart”.

“Would that .. be ok? I mean how would you feel?”

“Oh darling, did you call because you were worried about our reaction? If that’s the case, know that we love you honey. Nothing you could do would ever upset or disappoint us”.

You smiled through your tears and after awhile you listened to Tom’s mum talk about her farm and all the things she had planned for her upcoming holiday with Tom’s dad. After you hanged up the phone you felt relief wash over you. His mum was right, Tom would want you to be happy. You suddenly knew what to do. You called your younger sister and she agreed to come over to watch Crimson while you went to see Sy. You needed to do this.

Hastily you threw on a blue cotton dress and ran a brush through your hair. You spritzed on some perfume and rushed out the door. You realized as you were driving to Sy’s apartment that this was the first reckless thing you’d done in a long time. But it felt good.

Soo you were ringing Sy’s doorbell wondering if he was even home. Maybe he’d gone out? Maybe …

“Sugar?” Sy opened the door. “You ok? What are you doing here?”

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah of course”. Sy opened the door and stepped aside. “Where’s crimson?”

“My sister is watching her. I needed to see you”. You paused. “I know what I want now. I .. I called Tom’s mum. She said Tom just wanted me to be happy and .. well I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my life when I’m with you”.

“What are you saying love?”

“Sy I’ve loved you for a long time. I’ve fought it for a long time too. I just .. I want to be happy”.

“You love me?” Sy smiled softly.

“Yeah i do. That’s why I took my ring off. It felt wrong, like that was my past. I just .. I don’t want to forget Tom. I can’t .. I just can’t. But .. you’re not Tom and I don’t want you to be. I love you”.

“Well I love you too sugar. And that baby”.

“Show me”. You whispered as he pulled you close. You felt lightheaded as you breathed in his scent. You knew the enormity of this moment - once crossed you’d never be able to go back. It was exciting yet scary but you were ready. “Kiss me Sy”.

And that it happened, his lips met yours and without thinking your body naturally took over. Your mouth opened and suddenly he was consuming you. Red hot passion took over and you moaned into his mouth as his tongue found yours.

“Sy”. You murmured as you broke apart for air before he was kissing you again. His hand wove into your hair as he walked you backwards into his bedroom. His mouth never left yours.

As the back of your knees hit the edge of his bed you felt him pull away to look at you.

“You want to stop here Sugar? Tell me”.

“I want you Sy”.

“You won’t regret this tomorrow? I couldn’t take that love”.

“No Sy. The only regret I have is not telling you how I felt sooner”. You touched his cheek. “Make love to me”.

The minutes following were a blur but suddenly you were both naked and Sy was kissing down your body. You wondered why you weren’t shying away considering no other man but Tom had seen your body. You knew you’d changed and had insecurities, but Sy made you feel alive.

“You’re so beautiful Sugar”. His mouth captured your nipple as his hand caressed the other before kissing lower. Over your stomach, to your hip then pushing your thighs apart.

“Sy” You glanced down to see him smiling at you before kissing your inner thigh.

“I’ve dreamed of this for so long”. Suddenly his mouth was on you and his tongue was causing your toes to curl. You heard him mutter “fuck” before he started sucking on your clit at the same time as he eased a finger into you. It had been so long but everything felt so natural with him. You fisted the bedsheets as a coil tightened in your stomach. In the past you’d always had trouble reaching an orgasm but suddenly you felt it approaching hard and fast.

“Sy! Oh my god!” You screamed his name as your vision blurred. The sensation was intense and almost shocking to you. Soon you were aware of his hands stroking your thighs and hips, then you felt his lips on the same spots. You looked down and realised his fingers were still moving inside you, prolonging the sensation.

“Sy”. You moaned his name and watched as he withdrew his fingers and put them in his mouth. You felt your face redden. He defiantly had no inhibitions in bed.

“So sweet .. you’re my fantasy you know that?”

“Sy I need you”. You watched as he moved to cover your body, bracing his weight on his arms before kissing you again. You gasped as you tasted yourself on his lips. Sy chuckled but kept kissing you.

You reached between your bodies and wrapped your hand around his cock. You loved the noises coming out of his mouth so took your time touching him. He was big, and you prayed that your body would accept him. Tentatively you rubbed him against yourself.

“You ready for me Sugar?”

“Yes”. You felt Sy reach between your legs to check if you were wet enough.

“Yeah you are”. Sy kissed you again. “Now you tell me if something doesn’t feel right ok? If you want to stop or it’s hurting you tell me”.

“I will”. You knew Sy must have been thinking about when you gave birth and the stitches you had.

“We’ll go slow ok?” Sy kissed your neck. “I love you Sugar. I’ve loved for the longest time”.

“Love you too”. You felt him push inside. Stretch and burn, stretch and burn. You felt yourself tense, you hadn’t done this in years.

“Relax baby. Just relax ok?” Sy whispered words of encouragement and love in your ear until your body relaxed into the mattress. He moved inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside you, while his fingers rubbed your clit in slow circles to ease the discomfort. “There you go”.

For awhile he stayed still inside you while his mouth kissed along your jawline before moving to your chest. He took his time sucking on your nipples while you unconsciously rocked your hips back and forth.

“Can I move Sugar?”

“Yeah”. You kissed him as he thrusted into you long and slow.

“You’re so tight. God baby I’m struggling to last”.

“It .. it feels good”.

“Yeah? Can I move more? You ok now?”

“Yeah .. oh Sy”. He thrusted deep inside you as his hands gripped your hips.

“Feel good Sugar?”

“So good”.

That’s all it took before he was thrusting into you quickly. You wrapped your legs around his waist while he bought you closer to another orgasm.

“I think I’m .. oh god I think I’m ..”

“You going to cum Sugar? I’m going to get you there baby”. Suddenly Sy pushed your knees together up towards your chest while he started pounding into you. “Cum for me sweetheart. Let me feel you”.

Your toes tingled and the sight of Sy at that moment was what bought you closer to your release. His muscles rippled, sweat glistened across his chest and the sounds he made … he was a noisy lover and every sound went straight to your core.

You screamed his name as you came at the same time as he exploded inside of you. Your body went limp and you felt his hands move your legs apart as he rested on top of you for a moment. All you could hear were your heartbeats and heavy breathing.

“Love?”. Sy rolled off you and onto his side. You saw concern on his face and you started to panic. Did he have second thoughts?

“Please tell me you don’t regret what happened”

“No Sugar but I just realized that I came inside you. Sy studied your face. “I was irresponsible, I just .. didn’t think”.

“It’s ok Sy”. You felt relaxed given what he’d just told you.

“Sugar I came inside you. I could have gotten you pregnant”. Sy stroked your face. “Now that doesn’t worry me but I don’t want to put you in that position. I’ve never done that before. I was so caught up in the moment. Jesus I’ve wanted you for so long”. Sy breathed in deeply. “I’m sorry Sugar. I can’t believe I did that”.

“Sy .. I”. You paused and tried to take a few breaths. “You don’t regret us .. what just happened?”

“No darling, not at all. What just happened was incredible and I’ve wanted you for the longest time. I just should have thought …I’ve never been that irresponsible in my life”. You watched as Sy covered his face with his arm.

“Sy .. if I …if I were to get pregnant would you be upset?”

“Upset?” Sy threw his arm away and looked at you. “No .. absolutely not. I’m just worried about you!”

“I’m not worried. I mean I agree, we need to think from now on but I’m not worried”.

“Honey ..”

“I love you Sy. You’ve been my rock for the past few years. You have proven to me that you’re father material”. You smiled softly. “Crimson loves you. So if it were to happen I know everything will be ok because I love you”.

You watched as Sy let your words sink in. After a few minutes he smiled softly and brushed the hair out of your face.

“I’ll be careful from now on Sugar. But know that if anything were to happen I’m ready and I’ve got you ok?”

“Ok”. You kissed his lips.

“Tell me I’m not dreaming”.

“You’re not dreaming”.

“I’m gonna make you so happy Sugar. You and that munchkin”.

“You’ve already done that Sy”. You snuggled into his chest. “You’ve given me my life back and you’re Crim’s world”.

You relaxed into his warmth, feeling happy for the first time in what felt like forever. Safe in Sy’s arms.

[hederasgarden]

Henry Cavill Characters Masterlist

Man of Steel

Oneshots

Beautiful (Clark Kent x Plus Size F!Reader | Mature | 800)

Clark shows you how much he loves you and your body.

Series

Under the Influence (Clark Kent x F!Reader | Mature| Ongoing Series)

While investigating a suspicious pharmaceutical company, you and Clark find yourselves exposed to a drug that forces you to grapple with its unforeseen consequences.

Night Hunter

Oneshots

In the Dark (Walter Marshall x F!Reader | Mature | 841)

Prompt: Bodyguard AU +“We’re gonna be stuck here for a while."

Headcanons

Surprising Walter with a puppy

Sand Castle

Headcanons

Dad!Captain Syverson Headcanons

Sex with Sy

Mission: Impossible - Fallout

Headcanons

August Walker as a dom

August kidnaps his CIA analyst after being exposed

Various/Multiple Characters

Headcanons

How would different characters react if they unexpectedly walked in on the reader while changing?

[ughdontbeboring]

meet me at our spot

Captain Syverson x WoC Reader

part 2

sidebote: uh I’m fucking drunk and idk this just popped in head at work earlier and I wanted til now to write it so idk here it is!! It’s short af. I should reallyyyy be finishing my other wips, I’m try again this weekend yall! 🥲🥲

Do not copy or use my work anywhere. Yada yAda yada. If you like it though please like,love,favorite, share,reblog and comment is y’alllol fucking with it! Ayeeeee

“Ya cute as hell when you start all that fussin and cussin” He said with his deep Texan accent.

“Oh fuck off Sy” YN said while light heartedly rolling her eyes, “You ain’t that much bigger then me”

It was a lie, they both knew it. Sy was 6’3 and even at her height and her strappy heels adorning her feet, the beast of a man toward over her.

Before she could walk away and leave him alone in the hallway leading to the bathroom, Sy caged her against the way, his strong forearms on either side of her head.

“Oh darlin, we both know I’ma lot bigger then ya” he drawled in his rough and pleasing voice, his face inching closer.

She clenched her thighs, her chest rising and falling faster at the mere thought. She should stop him but she didn’t and neither did he, as he drew closer and closer. She knew her panties were ruined and she couldn’t stand him for it. Their friends all gathered outside, in the backyard of another friends house. Their large friend group had planned this weekend for one of their friends wedding, this was an engagement party of just 12. Sy had followed behind her shortly after she excuse herself to the bathroom, just to find her and annoy her with his existence.

He was so close she could feel his breathe on her face, his deep and intense blue eyes staring back into hers, that brown patch on the left eye taunting her, pulling her in.

“Omg! There you guys are!”

She couldn’t push Sy away fast enough as they turned to the loud drunk voice that interrupt it them. Their mutual friend Deja.

“Ugh! Tell your ogre of a friend to stay away from me” YN spit, side eyeing Sy with a mean glare.

Sy chuckled.

“Ya sure thats what ya want sweet cheeks?” He asked teasingly.

“Yes you red neck!”

“Whateva ya say darlin”

Sy loved this game but he rather it didn’t drag out all night.

“Y’all are so annoying! Y’all are like a cat and a dog whenever we get together!” Their friend vented clearly annoyed with the 2 in front of her. She along with all their other friend hoped the two would either get along or just fuck.

“Oh he’s definitely a dog!”

“I guess that makes ya a wet little pussy cat dont it?” He shot back with a shit eating grin “Bet a big hard bone could help ya relax”.

The color drained from her face at his remark before she huffed and stormed away from her two friends, her small box braids swaying, her heels loudly clicking against her friends wooden floors, as her floor length black strapless dress dragged on the floor, the train was short but made the dress that more elegant. It was classy but hugged her body just right, her breast looked amazing and her ass was poking. She could hear Deja scolding Sy lightly for his teasing, clearly missing the hidden meaning.

She couldn’t admit to anyone let alone herself at how she was attracted to how cocky Sy was and he was such a brute! she hated that on other men but on him, shit he had her drooling, and it wasn’t just from her mouth.

Sy followed Deja back to the back yard, YN was no where to be found. Sy sighed hard, she couldn’t really be mad at him could she? He was just teasing like they always did. He grabbed another beer as he went to find Matt, ask him if he seen the beauty anywhere when his phone sounded, he had a text. His hand ran down his beard while he bit his lip as he looked at the screen.

Meet me at our spot.

.

[sapph--ire]

Favourite Game

Summary: Captain Sy x Reader. One Shot. Y/N tries to explain the rules of Rugby to Sy.

597 words Notes: 18+ Swearing. Fluff, Soft!Sy, Domesticated!Sy, Married Life. Hint of Smut, slight Dom!Sy

A/N: Not Beta’d I don’t own anything. Feedback appreciated. Enjoy BBZ 🥰

“Stop collapsing the fucking scrum!” you shout at the TV, waving your beer in disappointment. “For God's sake, get up man!”

“Y’all ok in here?” Sy pops his head around the doorframe, suds foaming over his forearms. He’s making good on your agreement. You cook, he washes. 

“Yeah, sorry babe.” You look over and chuckle at the sight of your beefy husband, manhandling the tiniest of porcelain tea cups in the pads of his giant hands. “It’s just annoying they’re playing like it doesn’t even matter…knock on?! For fucks sake!”

“It’s like American Football, right?” Sy flops onto the sofa next to you, tea towel in hand, drying a casserole dish.

“Yeah I suppose the fundamentals are the same, it’s more violent though. Why? You wanna watch with me?” 

“Sure doll” he smiles at you putting the dish down and taking a swig from your bottle. “We used to see some of the British guys playing this on base” He takes in the sight of you, sat on the edge of your seat enthralled in the passion of the match. “Come on, It’s the big burly men, right?”

“Nice! Lets go lads!” you clap, passing a toothy grin his way. “Now that’s a try!”

“Hey?!” He pulls you back to his wide chest and wraps his arms across your front, breathing in the scent of your freshly washed hair. “Baby you sniff so good” he grumbles, pressing soft kisses on top of your head.

“Stop trying to distract me Sy, this is important stuff” you jibe. Excited that he’s actually paying attention to something other than your ass for once. “Look, you’ll find this interesting.” You point to the scene on screen. “So that’s called a scrum, you put the biggest most strong guys up on the front line, look babe” You reaffirm, “That’s the bind, they hold onto the men on the opposite side as hard as they can and in a second they’ll push up against each other”. You look back to see Sy tickled by your dedication to the match. “The huge one up front, he’s a prop. It’s kind of a reverse tug of war. It’s about possession.” You shrug, taking Sy’s warm hand to your face and snuggling into it.

“Oh possession, I understand that” he growls, pulling you tight into his grip and rocking you side to side.

“Sy!” you laugh out. “you’re making me spill my beer”.

Easing his grip and snuggling into the crook of your neck, he gently tickles your neck with his beard. “So if I played rugby, I’d be at the front right?” he insists arrogantly.

“Um babe, there’s no denying you’re a strong guy, but look at them, that tighthead is what…300lbs?” You squeeze his thick forearm. “No, you’d be 2nd row for sure.”

“Oh..” he hums, a little noise escaping from his throat, rejected.

“Hey!” you sit up and turn back to match his gaze. “that’s where the big ‘athletic’ guys are.” Making a point of running your hand over his taught middle you continue, “strong, tall, definitely tough enough, but they can run the length of the field without passing out and spitting up blood” punctuating your words you poke him in the chest. “That’s the difference, stamina”

Sy covers your hand with his bear like grip, pulling you into a deep beer scented kiss. “Stamina, strength and possession” he breathes into your kiss swollen lips. Slapping his palm against your thigh he grips into the softness leaving fingerprints that will likely bruise “Oh baby, I wish you’d said before, that’s my favourite game”.

[chrisvhenc]

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧

summary: Sy has no doubts it will be forever

pairing: Captain!Syverson x wife!reader

word count, 468 words

warnings: none!

a/N: The following scene was inspired by The White Lotus series last scene on episode 1 and it is not edited yet so I apologize for some mistakes you might find in there.

The sound of the waves hitting the shore lullabies Sy on a deep sleep. Your legs were wrapped around his, and he didn't complain. But you knew he felt hot at night even in the lowest temperatures. Your hand caressed his chest, swallowing a giggle when his hair tickled your sensitive skin. Receiving a massage always made your skin feel like this, Sy could not even get close with his beard to your neck without you giggling like a girl in a hype. You recall the spa afternoon at the resort today, watching Sy frown at every treatment offered to him... You could tell he tried hard, you got a couples massage. Late at night you woke up at the sound of a tropical storm outside, you opened your eyes, meeting Sy's tight. He was sitting in bed with his eyes closed looking like he was asleep. You placed a soft kiss on his thigh, sitting next to him.

"Hi".

"Hello". He smiled, looking down at you.

"We're here, and... We're married." You whispered, remembering why you were here, repeating it to yourself like a mantra so it was real.

"Yeah... We are."

"We are on our honeymoon..."

"Yup... Yeah..."

"I'm happy."

"Me too...very happy".

"I just hope we don't become like one of those old couples who have all this baggage, and... regrets... I just hope it always stays this way, you know? I don't mean it has to be perfect but... You know? Life happens..."

"So does love... And we will, sugar. It will stay like this... until my body gives in and I no longer can be here to love you. Because for as long as I am on earth I will always love you".

"Promise?"

"Yeah, come here..." His legs spread slightly, just making enough room for you to sit in between. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, nesting his head against your hair, his lips landing just slightly behind your ear.

"We will always feel like this...We will always be young, and we will always be in love and there will be days... and days just like this... okay? And then we have kids... And our kids have kids, and we will be grandparents. Can you imagine that, buttercup? And I hope they can find love just as we did..."

You smiled closing your eyes while Sy whispered the sweet nothings to your ear. Your hand caressed his arm, giggling when he mentioned you two having grandchildren.

"What's so funny sugar-doodle? Don't think my skills will be lost. Gonna tell our kids our story so many times they will know it by heart..."

"Well... We have to make some adjustments to it, don't you think?"

Sy chuckled and smiled, agreeing with you. "Better not tell them that part or we will have some trouble..."