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voxmortuus · 1 year ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Excuse you?"

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

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

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

"What's that for?" Sy asks.

"You." Harper responds.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Such a tight wet hole."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's a good girl."

THWACK!

"Thank you Sir, another? Please?"

THWACK!

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

"Are you a whore Y/N?"

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

THAWCK!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You like being used?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck!" He snarls against your lips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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