#henry cavill sandcastle

[shekeepswriting]

A Little More Heart

[Syverson x Reader]

Word Count: 3977

Summary: On a night out with an old friend, Sy meets a woman who catches his interest.

Warnings: Just cursing and a little bit of alcohol

A/N: This could become a series? I’ve got little bits and pieces and some fun ideas. Let me know if you’d be interested in that. I’m new to this part of tumblr and very nervous...

Sullivan’s was pretty barren that night, not that anyone could expect much for this late on a Thursday night. A few regulars warming their usual barstools, making conversation and laying out their woes to a characteristically haggard Billy Sullivan as he filled the pretzel and peanut bowls. A duo of middle aged women talking gratuitous shit at a table near the middle of the room with frequent smoke breaks. A  group of four guys, barely on the right side of 21, trying to boost their cool kid points by getting good at pool. One woman sitting at the end of the bar with a notebook, leaning heavily on her forearms in a way that read more fatigue than alcohol consumption. Looked like she was drinking lemonade. 

Everyone who had been there when Syverson and Danny walked in two hours earlier was still holding steady.

They’d made their way through the stages of conversation people usually had drinking with old friends. The short term catch up, funny argument over something stupid, brief foray into more emotional territory, shared memories, hypotheticals. Their night, at least, was starting to wind down. 

When Sy came back from the bathroom, Danny was staring at the woman at the bar, finger tapping idly on his glass. Having known him since he was fifteen years old, Sy knew that face very well.

“Not gonna go your way,” Sy said mildly, with a hint of a smirk.

“No? How d’you figure?” 

“She’s sitting at the very end of the bar with a notebook and pen. She didn’t come here to make friends or get hit on.” 

“She could’ve stayed home to write,” Danny argued, but his face was thoughtful as he watched you.

“We could’ve stayed home to drink.”

Danny rolled his eyes.

“Alright, take it easy. I’m not gonna harass the woman. Just gonna introduce myself. If she’s not interested, I’ll go. Not trying to be an ass.” 

“Nah, you don’t gotta try. You’re a natural.” 

Danny squinted, snatching at Sy’s glass and downing the rest of his drink in retaliation. 

“You go then. Looks like you’re running empty anyway.” 

“I don’t do that shit anymore.”

“Oh, I know it. Old man Syverson ain’t known the touch of a woman in fifty years,” Danny said, exaggerating his accent and wiping away an imaginary tear. 

“That’s enough of that now.”

“Come on, man. Look at her. Frowning and drinking alone. She’s your soulmate.” 

Sy shot him a frown, thoroughly unimpressed.

“Not drinking alone though, am I?”

“You talk to her or I will.”  

Sy gave an unconvinced grumble, but the look on Danny’s face made it clear it was no idle bluff. Now, there was nothing wrong with Danny. He wasn’t aggressive or pushy; he knew how to take no for an answer. But he’d give it a solid effort, and he was the most extroverted person Sy had ever met. 

If you were uninterested in company, the way that he was almost certain you were, it would be easier to avoid the whole process entirely. And if Sy took up the bar stool two spaces to your right, Danny wouldn’t have a clear view to know whether or not the two of you actually spoke a word to each other.

He stood up from the table with a deep sigh, making sure his annoyance over the disruption of his night was fully documented.

“Happy hunting, Captain,” Danny said with a stupid grin and a sloppy salute that had Sy rolling his eyes as he turned towards the bar.

As you noticed his approach, your shoulders tensed up, lips slightly pursed but eyes still trained on your journal. Sy gave you space, careful to only observe you through his peripheral vision as he claimed a stool a fair distance from you, leaving a buffer seat between you.

Billy approached as he sat, brought him a beer with minimal conversation.

You fidgeted, clicking your pen three times in rapid succession. 

There wasn’t much more Sy could do to set you at ease without blowing the whole operation, but he set his phone on the bartop, scrolling absently through contacts and pictures to give himself something to do, something to help you feel less observed.

Your leg started bouncing and you glanced at him, quick as humanly possible. 

There was a silent standoff for a few minutes, one Sy was trying very hard to will out of existence. But you were still tense on your barstool, expectant.

You broke first.

“No pitch, huh?”

You were looking right at him this time, fully turned to face him, eyes intense but not unfriendly. 

“Pitch?”

“You left that cozy corner table to come drink by yourself on an uncomfortable bar stool. Usually the kind of move that’s followed by an introduction, maybe some pickup lines. A pitch of some kind.”

Sy turned his head just enough to see the table he’d been sitting at out of the corner of his eye. Danny turned his head away too fast, feigning interest in the record cover art hanging on the bar walls. Idiot. 

“Saw me over there, huh?”

“I’m a woman drinking alone in a dive bar, and you are literally the largest threat in the room. Of course I saw you.”

Sy frowned.

“Not a threat to nobody.”

You raised your eyebrow, reaching out with a speed that had Sy struggling not to tense up as you looped your pen under the chain barely peeking out of the neckline of his shirt. 

“You don’t strike me as the necklace type. Military, right?”

“Retired.”

You hummed, letting the chain drop back against his skin as you retreated from his personal space.  He reached up, patting the shape of his tags as they resettled against his chest beneath his shirt. It felt strange, wearing them again. He wasn’t used to it anymore. Normally they lived in the back of the top drawer in his desk, out of sight and as far out of mind as he could manage to keep them. But anniversaries were psychologically significant. He’d learned that in therapy. So he’d decided to honor this one, the anniversary of his initial enlistment, by putting them on again. Going out with a friend from before… everything. It was why he was here. 

“Military,” you repeated quietly, your eyes back on your notebook again, still tilted out of Syverson’s view as you flipped the page, stared at the blank expanse for a moment before giving your pen two thoughtful clicks. “Always a threat.”

Sy’s stomach lurched uncomfortably.

“Not to you. Not to anyone in this bar,” he said firmly, tilting his head to add as an afterthought, “Long as they mind their fuckin manners.” 

Your mouth curved up at the corner, just the hint of a smile, the first he’d seen from you all night. Not that he’d been watching. Much. It disappeared after only a few seconds, replaced by a focused frown that traced a crease between your brows as you put pen to paper.

His eyes flicked down towards the bartop, but the cover of the notebook still shielded the page from his view. He was tempted to drop it, leave you to your work, whatever that might be. But your body language gave him pause. You had shuffled around on your stool during your brief conversation and remained that way even now, shoulders and hips pivoted slightly in his direction rather than running parallel to the bar in a position more comfortable for writing. He fiddled with the label on the bottle of beer the bartender had brought him, the corner peeling back easy under his thumb before he smoothed it back into place. 

“What’re you doing?”

You glanced up at him, flashing that little smile again, though this time it looked a little sharper, caught somewhere between self-conscious and amused.

“Chasing the muse, I guess.”

Sy raised an eyebrow, gave a neutral hum.

“Not sure I know what that means.”

“Sure you do,” you said quietly, eyes tracing thoughtfully over his face before you turned your attention back to your notebook. “It’s a pretty universal concept, I think.”

“Maybe.” He took a sip of his beer. “Just figured most people don’t come this far south looking for it. More of a New York and LA kind of thing.”

“Just because those are the places most people look for inspiration, doesn’t mean those are the only places you can find it.”

You were some kind of artist then. Interesting. 

“Can I ask what you’re looking to inspire? Or is that too personal?”

That earned him another look, something quiet and appreciative. Two quick pen clicks. 

“You can ask. I kinda want to hear you guess though.”

He looked again at your notebook. It wasn’t the tiny kind, but it wasn’t full sized either. Leatherbound or something like it, not spiral. He couldn’t see the paper to know whether it was lined or not. Could be for writing small amounts. Drawing maybe. You could even be writing song lyrics in there. He hadn’t been around enough artsy people in his life to know a damn thing about it. 

But he was observant, good at cataloging behavior, pretty decent at reading people. When he had first approached, your hand had been gliding in straight lines across the page, but now it was moving more erratically. There was something different in your glances too. Slow, almost too intense to be polite, analyzing. Maybe you were drawing him on that page you kept so carefully hidden from his gaze. Or maybe you were still deciding whether or not he was a threat to you. Sy wasn’t totally comfortable with either option, but he’d prefer to think that the current turn of the conversation was proof of you softening just a little towards him. 

He hedged his bets a little, just in case.

“Don’t see any paint on ya. That’s about the best I can do,” he said mildly.

“That was an awful lot of thinking for ‘don’t see any paint on ya,’’' you said, tilting your head. A bit too gentle to be an accusation, but you still wanted a better answer.

“Alright…” Sy shifted on his bar stool, angling towards you. “Looked like you were writing before I got here. But now you’re either scribbling or drawing. Maybe even drawing me by the way you keep looking at me. Unless you’ve got another reason to be staring like that.”

Right answer. You were smiling again, a little freer than last time.

“I’m not staring.”

He shrugged. “Studying, then.”

“I’ll take studying,” you said with a slow nod. “Is it making you uncomfortable?”

“I’ll live.”

“Of course you will, but that’s not an answer.”

“Sure isn’t,” he said, taking another drink.

His own lips curved up into a smile, almost against his will, when you laughed. Bright and open. You were fully facing him now with the kind of smile that was impossible to ignore, genuine and joyful and inescapably contagious. 

“Let’s try this then…” you said, trailing off into soft humming sounds as you added a few last hurried lines to your notebook before setting your pen down.

You ripped the page out as cleanly as you could manage and set it on the scarred bar top, giving it a little push towards him.

And it was his face looking up at him from the paper, rendered in wild pen strokes of blue ink, but no less detailed for the messy style. The close cut of his hair, sharp furrow of his brows above focused eyes, the beard that had needed trimming for two days at least. Neither unflattering nor romanticized, just honest. The way you saw him. A little intense, a little rough around the edges, but not harsh. There was kindness there somewhere in the lines of his face, but he couldn’t pin down exactly where.

Sy hummed, gestured toward your pen.

“Borrow that for a minute?”

You slid it down the bar to him with a raised brow. 

He nodded in thanks as he took it, snagging an unused napkin as well. With an excessive slowness, he sketched out his very best stick figure, looking up at you with an evaluative stare when he heard a muffled laugh. You dropped your hand from your mouth, meeting his gaze with a playful smile, tolerating the long look with amusement dancing in your eyes.

He dutifully added two dot eyes, pausing for a moment before drawing eyelashes and eyebrows, trying not to tear through the napkin. A very geometric nose followed, and a wide open smile. After another long look he added your hair, actually bothering to get the shape right since it seemed much more attainable even with his limited art skills. 

You were still smiling as you watched him sign the corner. 

“Those your initials or is that your name?” you asked, tilting your head to read the tiny letters.

“My name,” he answered, sliding the napkin and pen back to the bar space between your two stools. 

“Sy,” you said slowly, as if testing the sound of it. He smiled too, just a little, not remembering when he’d last liked the sound of his own name so much. 

“You didn’t sign yours,” he reminded you, and you squinted your eyes at him, knowing full well what he was after. 

Still, you took up the pen and signed the loose sheet of notebook paper. Probably exactly as you signed everything else: mostly illegibly. He could decipher the initials, but not much else.

You let out a snort at the unimpressed look he leveled at you. 

“Now you’re just causin’ problems on purpose.”

“It’s not my fault that you write like a caps lock keyboard and I don’t.”

He sighed. 

“And here I drew you a real pretty picture,” Sy said slowly, tapping the napkin. 

“You did,” you said with a smile. “But I’m still holding out for the pitch.” 

“I still don’t have one.”

“Come on, now,” you said, a challenging spark in your eyes. “I’ve never met a man who didn’t have a pitch. A line. A move. You’ve got something.”

“Haven’t done none of that since I was a teenager,” he said. “I’ve got no use for that shit.”

“Sure you do. Because I’m asking. And don’t tell me you haven’t flirted since you were a teenager. I don’t believe that for a second.”

Sy shifted in his seat.

“Didn’t say I never flirted. Just said I don’t use lines.” 

You rolled your eyes playfully at the distinction, resting your chin on your hand. 

“Come on now. You want to know my name, that’s the price. And I expect your best work, Sy.” 

He let out a deep sigh, rubbing at his forehead. This was about to be real fuckin embarrassing. 

“Alright. Not promising anything good, here. I only ever had two.”

“Efficient,” you said with an approving nod.

“They’re not good,” he repeated.

“But they worked?” 

“Mostly. God only knows why.”

“Stop stalling,” you said in a stage whisper.

“First one…”

“I’m ready.”

He cleared his throat, looked straight into your eyes. 

“Wanna make out later?”

Your mouth dropped open in surprise before stretching into a wide smile. 

“Oh my god,” you laughed. “I wasn’t ready.”

Sy shrugged, took a sip of his beer while you stared at him in awe.

“That worked for you?”

“Yep,” he said with a small smile. “What, you don’t appreciate honesty?”

“I… do,” you answered slowly. “Okay, I guess I see it. What’s the second one?”

“Excuse me, ma’am, I don’t mean to bother you, but I can’t seem to find my phone number. Could I borrow yours?”

“You turned your accent up for that one,” you said with a delighted laugh. “Full force southern charm. My God, what a little heartbreaker you must have been!”

“Now you’re just bein’ mean,” he said, turning back away from you.

“No, I’m completely serious. I fully believe those worked for you, and now I kinda want to see pictures.”

“Now, you’ve gotten more than enough outta me for one night.”

“Fine, fine,” you sighed. 

You picked your pen back up, wrote your first name in small block letters under your artsy scribble, your best approximation of his own handwriting.

“Bullyin me,” he muttered even as he committed your name to memory.

“Imitation is the highest form of flattery,” you said breezily, laughing at the look he shot you in response.

“So, what, you’re some kind of artist then?” he asked, changing the subject. “Draw and paint and all that?”

You shook your head.

“Not really, no. That’s just for fun. I like drawing people.”

He looked at the paper again.

“Well you’re damn good at it. If that’s not the muse you’re chasin, what is?”

“Umm,” you sighed, like you were preparing to give an explanation that you’d given dozens of times before. “I write online for a magazine. It’s… kind of like a travel blog, but it’s less about the places and more about the people? Here…” 

You reached into your pocket for your phone, tapping around for a bit before handing it to him. There was a picture of you at the top, a profile view of you driving, but it was so strongly backlit by a late afternoon sun, that it left your features mostly indistinguishable. Smart. Probably safer that way. Below that, a US map covered in multicolor pins, a calendar view, with dots on days you’d posted, and finally a list of posts. Abbreviated views of each one showed a first name and city, a pen drawing like the one you’d done of him, and the first two sentences of your story. 

He nodded slowly.

“You gonna write a story about me, then?”

You fussed with your hair, shifting uncomfortably on your stool. 

“Probably not. Unless you want me to. I always ask permission first.”

“I’m sure you do. Didn’t mean nothing by it.”

You sighed again. Sy frowned.

“So what’s the problem then? Looks like there’s a lot here. Doesn’t seem like you need a lot of help.”

“I didn’t think so either,” you said with an unhappy smile. “But my editor has decided that I need to attract more dedicated readers. People who check the website every day, not just when they think to. Subscribers. And to do that, I apparently need to add a little more heart.” 

“What’s that mean?” Sy asked.

“Good fuckin question,” you said, lifting your glass as if in a toast. “I guess some sort of emotional buy-in. Something personal and specific so the readers get invested in me specifically, not just the people I talk to.”

“And that brought you down here?”

You shrugged.

“My grandma lives here. Seemed like as good a plan as any.”

“I’m sure she’s glad to see you, whether it helps with your writing or not.”

“Yeah,” you said quietly, your eyes softening. “She really is.”

“How long you think you’ll be staying?”

“I’m not sure. I’ve got two weeks of posts queued up, so I bought myself at least that long before I have to figure out how to… do the emotion thing.” 

“That damn emotion thing,” Sy said, shaking his head, smiling a bit when it drew a soft laugh from you.

“Yeah…”

“Maybe I’ll see you around again then,” he ventured, looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

“It’s a tiny ass town,” you said with a smile. “So probably.” 

“You’d be okay with that?” he checked.

You laughed again, nudged his shoulder.

“Yeah, I think so. Long as you mind your fuckin manners,” you said, taking on an overplayed surly tone as you repeated his earlier comment back to him. 

“I always mind my manners,” he said matter-of-factly, glaring playfully at you when it elicited a snort from you. 

“Oh, sure you do,” you laughed, checking the time on your phone.

You took a deep breath in the companionable silence that followed, reaching down to drag your bag up from where it had been tucked safely between your feet. The napkin with Sy’s drawing curled your lips into another smile as you closed it between the pages of your notebook and stowed it in the main zipper pocket along with your pen. Your phone went back into your pocket. 

Looked like his time with you was almost up.

He leaned back on his barstool a little, glancing back at Danny who was now schooling the young guy at pool with a self-satisfied smile. 

When he returned his attention to you, you were giving him that searching look again. 

“About that time?” he asked.

“I think so, yeah,” you said. “It was nice meeting you, Sy. Sorry for giving you a hard time.”

“Nah, you’re not.”

You laughed, shrugged your shoulders.

“I’d like to think it did you some good. But seriously. I had fun talking to you. Thanks for the company.”

He nodded, gave you a smile.

“Thank you.”

“I’ll see you around, I guess.”

“Hope so.”

You took another breath and slid off your stool. Billy came to collect your glass, mostly melted ice now, and you gave him a polite smile. 

There was a moment of hesitation, like you wanted to say something else but weren’t sure what. You settled for a little wave as you started to turn towards the door. Then it was Sy’s turn to feel it, the suddenly urgent need to say something, to drag the moment out just a little longer.

He called out your name, a plan forming in his head when you turned quickly back to him.

“Yeah?”

“Well, ‘fore you go, I figure I should ask you...”

“Ask me what?” 

If you had any idea what he was about to say, you were hiding it extremely well, just staring at him curiously, head slightly tilted and smiling softly. Almost made him change his mind. Almost.

“You wanna make out later?”

Your eyes lit up, a laugh barely kept in check, locked behind a widening smile. 

“Oh, I see. I get it now,” you said, taking a step closer. 

Sy raised his eyebrows.

“It’s the eyes that do it. You weren’t doing the eyes before.” 

“I’m not doing nothing with my eyes,” he argued, but a smile slipped free when you took another step closer. 

“Yes you are,” you laughed. “You’re smoldering.”

“No, ma’am, I don’t smolder.” 

“It’s more lighthearted than most,” you admitted. “Dare I say even playful. But it’s still a smolder.” 

He shrugged easily, eyes scanning over your face.

“Still ain’t answered my question.”

“Did you mean it?” you asked, raising your eyebrows in challenge.

“Said it, didn’t I?”

You looked him over, humming thoughtfully. He didn’t move, kept right on looking until your eyes returned to his.

“I’ll think about it and let you know,” you answered with an unreadable expression.

“And how are you gonna manage that?” he asked, spinning on the bar stool to keep his eyes on you as you moved towards the door.

You clicked your tongue, patting at your pockets with increasing concern until you finally met his eyes with a despairing frown.

“Oh God, you’re right! I totally lost my phone number. Any chance that I could borrow yours?”

Sy shook his head with a sigh, holding his hand out for your phone as you approached him again, an inescapably smug smile on your lips.

“Think you’re real cute, don’t you?” he muttered, biting at the corner of his lip to keep a smile in check.

“You certainly think so, or it wouldn’t have worked.”

He handed your phone back to you, watched you send him a wink emoji before you turned to leave again with a parting flutter of your fingers.

He shook his head again when the door closed behind you and saved your number as “Trouble.”

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A/N: I’m very nervous. Please let me know what you think and if you wanna read more! Thanks for sticking with me this far

[zacksnydered]

HENRY CAVILL SANDCASTLE (2017) | Dir. Fernando Coimbra

[augustsprincess]

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[peyton-warren]

Between a Wolf and A Hard Place Series Masterlist

Jake Jensen x Reader with a large side of Captain Syverson.  Angst, fluff and violence. Your significant other comes home from a mission to find someone unexpected in your newly shared home

Warnings: mostly angst and fluff. And there is one solid punch in the mix.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

[halohalona]

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✋✋

this man^^^

and this man^^^

that's it, take it as you will

[alternativegirl23]

Forbidden Fruit

Authors Note: Nothing too dark here, except the reader being a hybristophile. Smut. Established relationship. Occasional power exchange beyond the bedroom. Reader is early thirties, Sy is early forties. I hope you enjoy! Reblogs, likes, comments are appreciated!

Petite Reader x Captain Syverson

It had been six months since your boyfriend, Austin Syverson, had been deployed. You both knew the risks that came from him being away for so long. A few weeks before his deployment, you and him had a long talk about what the other expected, what rules should be followed. Some were obvious, but others needed to be talked more in depth. How often you'd talk, how you would look after yourself, etc.

That's how you ended up where you were now. On your plush bed back home, talking to him over Skype. Your body draped in a lacy royal blue lingerie set just for him, one of his favorite colors on you. Both of you doing your best to talk whenever you can. Austin's body almost naked, though you wished he could be fully nude. He had put his boxers back on after your steamy digital session.

His buddies would give him shit for a week if they saw him how he was now. Blissed out, and basking in the virtual pleasure you just gave him. The evidence still there on his hairy chest and some in his hand. He deserved it after being on overdrive twenty-four seven. Thank god he had brought his personal laptop with him. You giggled coyly and gave him a playful wink. Licking your top lip for emphasis.

"How was it baby", you asked. Your own voice a little huskier than normal. Your vocal chords being more...overused than they had in a long while. You were certainly very vocal on your own. But hearing Sy's voice always got you going from zero to sixty in seconds.

A chuckle from him brought you back to reality. He shook his head and picked a towel closest to him. Wiping away his spent seed. "It was so good sweetheart, thank you". A smile gracing your lips, your heart warming at the nickname he used frequently for you. You always loved when he was "sweet on you" as he called it. But you loved it even more when he was nasty to you too.

He repositioned himself to sit more upright. Moving his laptop a bit farther back onto the card table that it rested on. Sy just sat there now, his hand making a fist as it came up to his mouth, just watching you. You giggled a little nervously, not used to such intensity.

"What is it", you asked more shyly than normal. He bite his bottom lip slowly, removing his hand now to let you see the action fully. Almost like he was doing it on purpose. He knew every little thing he did drove you wild, and he took full advantage of it. "I just like lookin' atchya", he finally finished. Licking his lip now, pointed canines revealed as he smiled wide. Noticing your cheeks get pink.

A chorus of voices sounded near and far in the background. Some calling Sy's name, others exclaiming loudly to friends. "Ah shit", Sy grumbled. "I gotta go baby, Im sorry. Id spend more time if I could. Definitely go for another round...", he teased. You whined and you saw him hide a snicker of amusement. You agreed you'd love to stay longer too, but you understood his circumstance.

"Remember to eat a good dinner and work out too, sugar", Sy added before winking and telling you goodbye. You waved goodbye and gave him a kiss as you shut your respective laptops. Getting up to take a shower, your phone buzzed on the desk, breaking the serenity you wish could've lasted longer. It was a text from Amber, a close friend.

"Can we talk? Its urgent", the text read.

You sighed, your mind quickly shifting gears.

"Sure. Whats up", you replied back.

Your phone lit up with the FaceTime screen now, Ambers name in bold as the app waited for you to take the call. You answered and she seemed almost giddy. You wondered what was up with her. She explained that she had a friend that could get you to see your hottie of a boyfriend sooner than you thought. You were interested, letting her continue.

"He'll forge some paperwork to get you into the country. You'll ride a private plan of his to a neutral territory. Then he has connections where Austin is and they can smuggle you in the rest of the way", she explained.

All this just so you can fuck your boyfriend in person again? It seemed like too much, you thought wearily.

After exhaling a big sigh, you only had one question. Pinching the bridge of your nose and throwing a hand in the air. Knowing this was a crazy scheme all to see your boyfriend for what? A night? Maybe a week at most?

"What's this guys' name?"

"Lloyd Hansen".

The name certainly didnt ring a bell to you. You asked Amber if he could do this without Austin finding out. Nerves and anxiety already getting the best of you.

"Positive", Amber assured you. "Lloyd is very discreet. Former CIA. I made it clear how important this is to you. I gave him your number".

*Shit. Maybe he will be able to get this done.*

Amber continued. "A week from now, meet one of his assistants at the airport. They'll take you to him from there. Lloyd will handle the rest."

"Thank you Amber. This means a lot to me", you sighed nervously. Grateful that she did you such a favor, but anxious for the plan to be in motion. As you ended the call, you wondered if this was the right move. Was all of this illegal shit really worth it? To a normal person, probably not. But you weren't exactly that, now were you?

No, you...got off on committing crimes for Sy. And if smuggling yourself into a country that hated outsiders was the only way to see him...then so be it.

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The plan went off without a hitch, much to your surprise. Lloyd's people informed some of Sy's most trusted buddies of the plan and to keep it secret. They helped you settle into his room while he was away. Nerves of anxiety and excitement making you giddy, tapping your foot and looking at the door anxiously. *What if this was a bad idea?* *Should I have just not taken up Lloyd's offer at all?*

Smoothing down your matching athleisure set, about ready to pace the floor if Sy didn't show up soon. Your body could never sit still, even as a kid. You sat on the edge of his bed, hoping that he would find this as a big loving gesture. *He would, wouldnt he?* Just then, you heard his friend, Sgt. Harper, call out to him. "Some of us brought you a surprise. Enjoy it, bud. Its waiting for you". You heard Sy answer back, wondering what it was.

Grumbling to himself that he hoped it wasn't a practical joke. Oh god, no turning back now. Slowly, the door handle turned. Sy walking carefully into the room, not sure what to expect. When he saw you, that all changed. His right hand flexed to close the door softly, then left it fall as he just looked at you. Here. Sitting on his bed, looking cute as a button. Out of all things , he certainly didn't expect to find this.

He was left speechless, literally. He kept looking at you like you were a dream. And maybe you were. Long moments of silence passed. Your heart beat wildly in your chest, palms clammy with sweat. Wiping them on your pants, your cheeks becoming pinker by the second. Finally he spoke. You were getting worried he'd be upset or start rambling and lecturing you about being safe.

"Baby, I-" his smooth, deep baritone cut the silence, his thought trailing off. He exhaled loudly, unsure how to continue. You closed the distance between you two now. Unable to take the long silences or the space any longer. You wrapped him in a long tight hug. Sighing contently as you breathed him in. His arms were quick to follow, having to hunch over to embrace you fully. He chuckled to himself, a deep rumble in his chest. Kissing the top of your head before rubbing your back and looking down at you.

"How the hell did you get here", he asked in awe. It was your turn to kiss and chuckle at him, standing on tiptoes to reach his lips. "I had a friend who knew some people, and they mad it happen", you answered matter of factly. You beamed at him, very pleased with yourself. Sy spoke again, a playful annoyance in his voice now. "It was your friend Amber, huh?" You nodded, running your hands up and down his chest, unable to help yourself. But he wouldn't be seduced quite yet. Asking questions of if you'll be safe while he's gone, and who all else was in on the plan. If you and your accomplices had any contingency plans. You answered all his questions honestly.

Yes, you'd be safe while he's away. You had other people looking after you. Sgt. Harper and a few others on his team knew. As well as some on Lloyd's team, the man who helped bring you here. Lloyd's men would all help keep you safe whenever Sy needed to leave.

He sighed, a mix of relief and disbelief. Shaking his head, he gave you another hug before taking you to sit on the bed. "Good girl", he said. Biting your lip, unable to help it.

"Sy...this is just your room, right?"

"Yeah, honey. Why?"

Inhaling deeply, you looked down at the plain blanket covering his bed. You were unsure how else to say it. His brows knitted in concern. He tilted your chin up to make you look at him. He asked what it was that made you so shy.

"I need you to fuck me". Sy laughed a little, always amused by your shyness. How you could be so shy yet so slutty at the same time. You always kept him on his toes and he liked that. His hands gripped your waist and brought you to sit on his lap.

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Within fifteen minutes, you were a messy, whimpering piece of putty in his hands. He laughed sadistically as a shiver went down your spine. His hands working your breasts and clit in tandem, your back flushed to his chest. His gorgeous face resting in the crook of your neck, mumbling and praising you while you did your best to stay quiet like he told you to. Your right hand reaching for his cheek if only to bring him even closer. Him taking your fingers and kissing them gently.

Hand sliding down, a sad noise escaping your throat.

"I want to touch you, please...", you begged. You pouted, wondering if a little bratting might convince him. Another rumble of soft laughter from him.

"Nu ugh, sweetheart. Its my turn to touch you. I've waited too long", he replied. You let out a little sigh you hoped he wouldn't hear, his other hand stopping on your clit. Whining, unable to help yourself.

"Keep acting like that and I wont be touching you for a while," his voice more stern now. You nodded, accepting his warning. "Stand up real quick baby," he gently ordered. Doing as he said, feeling a bit more vulnerable now that you weren't pressed against him. He stood up and removed his clothing slowly, giving you a taste of what was to come.

You were always in awe, and maybe a little jealous, of his self control. How he was always so well restrained in his desires. You thought he'd be pawing you through your clothes as soon as he saw you. But good things always came to those who waited, right? Biting your lip as he strutted the few feet towards you now. Goddamn he looked good. He had to. It was part of the job to be in the best shape of your life.

Flashing his abnormally elongated canines in your direction with a cheeky smile and a wink. He propped himself further up on the bed, putting his hands behind his head while he spread his legs wide. "C'me here", he beckoned in that drawl that always made you excited. Your body went into autopilot, naked and crawling up the bed to him now. Sy cocked an eyebrow, very pleased with himself.

That all he had to do was get naked and you were already a drooling dog for him. "You like wat'cha see baby", he cockily asked. Knowing damn well he already knew the answer. You nodded dumbly, not saying a word. Sy loved when you got like this. His cute little bimbo, only for him. He got you comfortable in his lap, flush against him and legs spread wide.

His hands reaching to touch you all over, getting you more riled up than you already were. Mumbling and whispering words of adoration and praise as you keened more and more. You always felt so small in his arms, his large frame encapsulating yours. But both of you knew the other loved it, the physical power imbalance.

"I love you so much baby"- his voice soft with that familiar southern rumble- "But why the hell did you do this", he asked. He wasn't upset, just genuinely concerned. His right hand rested on your clit now, biding its time until just the right moment. Opening your mouth to speak, he started to rub in slow clockwise circles. Eyes fluttering slightly, your hand grasping at his wrist as your felt your patience slowly dissolve further.

Sy kept going, until more slickness started gathering on his fingers. You made another noise, not sure how long you would last. "Baby...I asked you a question", tsking a little as you twitched a little under his hand. You opened your mouth to speak, knowing he was waiting patiently. You were patient but he was far more so.

With a shuddering breath- "Don't blame me, baby. Your love drove me crazy", you said with a little laugh. He started going faster now, enjoying watching you twitch and writhe under him. You biting your lip and still trying to sound coherent. He asked you more questions, wondering if you can keep up your resolve. To your surprise, you had still been easy to understand when you replied to him.

"So you did all this because you love me that much?", Sy asked. "Yes", you answered. He spoke again. "I know thats true, but I also think you were driven crazy by this cock, huh?" You nodded enthusiastically, hands finding purchase wherever they could on his body. Legs and stomach twitching together in spams as you felt your release building. You felt his cock twitch against your lower back, a moan slipping from your lips.

Without warning, he slipped two fingers inside your dripping center. Shuddering a moment as your body conformed to his intrusion. He started moving slow, then faster and faster as you got used to him. Hitting your spot deeper and harder, making you see stars. It took everything in you to keep as quiet as you could. His mouth leaving love bites and licks as you squirmed for him.

"Sy...Im- Im gonna-", was all you managed to choke out. Eyes wide while you tried to hold back until he told you. "Gonna what? Use your words, baby". You loved when he toyed with you like that. Getting you to say exactly what he wanted as you were right on the edge. "Your thick fingers are gonna make me cum", you finally answered.

"Thats my baby", he grinned proudly down at you as he watched all of you. Your body like an instrument under his touch, face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure as you were about to give him what he wanted. You were too lost in pleasure to realize his left fingers had found their way to your mouth, holding your tongue in place and making you drool onto yourself. Moving his fingers around inside after you closed your mouth around him.

Sucking on his fingers until he removed them with a soft pop. "Cum for me...but you gotta be quiet baby", He chuckled, knewing this would be a challenge for you. His big hand covering your mouth as you practically screamed once you started squirting everywhere. Mouth puffing air from the sides of his hand as you keened and writhed again as you felt your body finally relax.

Until Sy did this twice more with almost twisted joy. Knowing that only he was the one to make you come this undone. He removed his fingers roughly, your body and mouth gasping at the loss. Your body nothing but a pliant mess as he rearranged you on the bed. His body shielded around yours, you on your back, cock finding your entrance and being able to slide right in.

He groaned blissfully at how warm and wet you were. How much he missed being this close to and inside of you. He started to thrust fast and hard, his control finally slipping after what felt like hours of torture. Burly arms bracing themselves on either side of your head as he looked down into your eyes, so enamored with his girl. His lips starting to suck a severe hickey on the left side of your neck.

You grimaced a little in pain, but his cock made it feel better. You knew you'd have some people at work pointing out the love bite later. "I missed you so goddamned much baby. Missed your touch. Missed your smell. This sweet little cunt", he said, doing his best to keep his pace as he spoke. You nodded happily, a big smile breaking out on your face. You might've started crying a little had it not been for your brain being scrambled.

Something came over Sy then. The sweet and gentle nature replaced with a deep, primal need. The warm bright blue that always took your breath away now replaced with a dark smolder. You touched his face gently, trying to see if anything was wrong. "Baby?", you questioned. Sy kept his pace, not recognizing your question right away, too lost in his own pleasure. "Need you now baby. Need you so fucking bad", his voice a harsh whisper. You let him twist you into whatever position he needed.

Lifting you up now and spinning you to face the end of the bed. He roughly shoved your face down, ass raising high in the air. "Fuck baby, I need it", he almost groaned in pain. He guided his cock quickly into you again. One hand gripping your hair and the other the side of your hip. He started off slow then quickly sped up.

The pace almost brutal as you hadn't had him in months. It almost felt like your first time with him all over again. You could only moan and groan as he kept driving into you. Sy clamping his big hand over your mouth if you got too loud. You tapped on his wrist fast three times. Your non verbal signal that you were about to cum.

"Okay baby. Holy fuck. Shit", he said to himself. The way you were gripping and clamping down on his cock sent him over the edge. Only a few more thrusts and he was spilling into you. You felt him twitch and spasm inside you, causing you to moan at the sensation. Eyes rolling in your head. Wishing you could feel that all the time.

"Stay still for me baby", he said breathlessly. You nodded as he slowly pulled out, you whimpering, him groaning at the loss. Thighs and legs twitching from your aftershocks, not sure if you could stand. He grabbed a role of paper towels sitting on his nightstand and cleaned you as best he could. Promising you'd both shower later, he gathered you in his arms and carefully laid you down next to him.

Pulling a blanket over both of you to bask in your pleasure. "Thank you", you said quietly, still recovering yet wishing he could go again. "No, thank *you* darlin'. That was amazing. Fuck, I needed that. Needed you", he said while tenderly stroking your face and hair. Giving you a long deep kiss on the mouth. It wasn't long before both of you feel asleep for a little while.

The buzz of your phone waking you up, hoping it wouldn't disturb Sy. You swiped up to see a text from Lloyd. "Hey cupcake. Hope you and your macho man had fun. But next time Id like to join". Looking at your phone, totally confused. Another text.

"Look out the window". Slowly creeping towards it, you could see Lloyd standing opposite you. Maybe fifty or one hundred yards away, looking at you through binoculars. One final text from him, phone silently buzzing in your hand. "You didn't think Id do all this for you and get nothing in return? Think again, sweetheart. I thought Id stay a night and see your lovely little reunion". You shook your head in disbelief. He really couldn't mean that, could he?

[zacksnydered]

HENRY CAVILL as CPT. SYVERSON Sand Castle (2017) | Dir. Fernando Coimbra

[angryschnauzer]

As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 8

Summary: 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?

Pairing: ‘Lucas’ Syverson x Female Reader

Fandom: Henry Cavill, Sandcastle (Movie).

Ongoing Genre: Fluff, Angst, and Smut

Story Warnings: Slight Angst, Talk of a car accident in the past, Anxious Sy, Mild Embarrassment, First Date Nerves, Kissing,   NSFW, 18+, Smut, Fingering, Grinding, Hot Tub Frolics, Handjob, Titty Sucking, Nudity, Blowjob, Oral Sex.  

Chapter 8 Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink.

Wordcount: 2767

Here is my masterlist and AO3

Chapter 1, Chapter 2,  Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7,

As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 8

Sy poured three mugs of coffee, setting one gently down in front of you as you glared at him, he did a piss poor job of hiding his smirk which infuriated you even more;

“SY!”

“I’m sorry honey, but as this is the first time i’ve seen you angry and i know i shouldn’t laugh, but that is the cutest angry face i’ve ever seen”

“It really is” Mike added from the far end of the kitchen table, his feet resting on the chair next to him as he pushed another slice of toast into his mouth.

“No. You; quiet”

Sy pulled your chair out, rested a hand on each armrest and leant forwards;

“I’m genuinely sorry about the surprise of finding a stranger in my kitchen, but you really do have the cutest face when you are angry”

Before you could get another word out he pressed his lips to yours, and your rage dissipated to the point you deepened the kiss, the world slipping away around you until you heard a quiet cough;

“I’m still here ya’ know guys”

You and Sy pulled your lips apart as he rested his forehead on yours;

“I just got a premonition of what it's going to be like in our household in twenty years time when our own smart ass kid can’t take a hint to get lost”

Mike laughed as Sy pulled away and sat next to you, tossing a grape into his mouth from the fruit bowl in the centre of the table;

“Uncle Sy, I just spent far too many hours on a bus to get here, walked cross country so Dad didn’t see me, had to break into your house as you seemingly forgot I was coming. I’m staying here, at least in this chair. If you two wanna go fuck i’m not stopping you”

Sy took a deep breath;

“Jesus Christ, you are just as infuriating as your Dad was growing up”

Mike grinned and you could see the likeness between him and Walter. The dark hair and sparkling eyes, but also the slightly lopsided grin. You could only imagine the hearts Walter broke when he was Mike’s age.

“So Mike…”

“Yeah Sweetcheeks?”

“Why are you in town but hiding from your Dad?”

Mike looked at Sy and back to you;

“He didn’t invite you?”

Sy turned beet red and suddenly got flustered;

“I been kinda busy Mikey, i completely forgot about it if i’m being honest, plus we had other more important stuff going on which is why she’s staying here” Sy looked to you; “It’s Walter’s 40th Birthday this week. Trying to get as many of the old family back together as a surprise”

You nodded;

“Ahh I see. Thus the covert operation of Mike staying with you”

"Precisely" Sy nodded; "So errr… whatcha doing Thursday evening?"

"Nothing as far as i know"

Sy smouldered; "Wanna come to Walter's surprise party?"

You smiled, genuinely feeling relieved for the first time in 24 hours;

"I'd love to" you leant forwards and pressed a kiss to Sy, only for Mike to cough.

"Still here"

Letting out a deep sigh, Sy turned;

"Get used to it kid. I'm crazy about this woman."

-

After a shower you settled some essentials into the drawer Sy had emptied for you for when you stayed the night again in the future, before packing the rest. As you climbed into Sy's truck he gave Mike instructions to chop a pile of logs ahead of taking a nap, climbing into the driver's seat he smiled at you;

"I can guarantee he'll only do one of the two instructions i just gave"

Laughing quietly you smiled at Sy;

"The nap?"

"Honestly? With Mikey you never know. Even though he has probably been awake 48 hours he is just like a freaking ball of pure energy so he'll probably end up chopping the entire wood pile"

"So, you're the mean Uncle? Putting him to work" You said with jest

Sy laughed;

"It'll be easy for him, he works part time at my brothers sawmill in Portland, he's told me that Mike will literally go out on his lunch break from his IT department and chop through a couple of tonnes of logs just for fun… and posing on tiktok"

You nodded and unlocked your phone, scrolling through instagram until you found the thirst trap reel of Sy doing exactly the same, peeling off his shirt halfway through;

"Oh, you mean like this?" Turning the screen to him and you watched the blush rise through his face to the top of his ears.

“That’s completely different. And is not a thirst trap, it was a hot day”

“There’s snow on the ground”

“I was getting hot”

You smiled;

“It made me hot too” you said quietly, your comment almost immediately followed by a rumble of tyres of gravel where Sy wasn’t paying attention to the road and had pulled onto the verge.

“Whoops”

For the rest of the short drive to your cottage Sy paid attention to the road, pulling onto the driveway as the gravel crunched under the tyres of the truck.

“Never gonna be able to do a surprise visit with this gravel” he commented

“That’s the whole point”

Sy paused as he rounded the truck, considering your answer;

"I had never thought of it in that way. Now it makes sense"

"The fence too, and the roses and briars. Hostile architecture. Anyone tries to climb over the fence its so old and rickety that it's clear it'll fall over, likely tipping you into a patch of thorns"

You unlocked the door and deactivated the alarm, waiting for the three beeps before stepping inside and dropping your bags on the floor. The house was quiet, flecks of dust floating in the beams of sunlight that fell in puddles on the wooden floors. Sy stood in front of you, pulling you into his arms;

"So, what are your plans for today?"

"Lunch with Tam later, and I guess trying to find a gift for Walter?"

"So… no plans for the next few hours?"

You could sense the hopefulness to Sy's voice, and you could feel your body respond to the idea he was silently suggesting. Slipping your hand into his you turned and led him up the stairs, an appreciative hum as he realised you had agreed to his unspoken suggestion.

Stepping into your bedroom you felt like a Jane Austen character about to be ravaged by the handsome suitor, a bang of nerves nudging the arousal from top spot, Sy picking up immediately on your change;

"Are you ok? We don't have to…"

"No, I still want to. I'm just not super experienced in bed. You'll be the second guy i ever slept with"

Resting his hands on your upper arms Sy pressed a kiss to your forehead;

"Numbers don't matter. I wouldn't care if you had been with one or fifty before me"

Hooking his finger beneath your chin he tilted your head to meet his kiss, starting tentatively at first before it rapidly got heated. His hands cradled your face as you pulled his t-shirt out of his shorts, pushing it up his muscled torso. Digging your fingers gently to the wide chest, he pulled his shirt over his head before practically ripping your dress off, his hands moving to cup your breasts, feeling the soft flesh beneath the lace. Reaching around he deftly unhooked your bra with a practised skill, tossing it aside. You dragged your fingernails down his stomach before flattening your palm and slipping it into the waistband of his cargo shorts, feeling the rough bush of hair which his happy trail climbed from.

"I need you so bad" he admitted, taking hold of your other hand to rest against the obscene bulge tenting the front of his shorts.

With a sly smirk you moved your efforts to unbuckling his belt and unzipping him, letting the garment fall to the floor with a heavy thunk where his pockets were weighed down with keys and change. Just as you were going to get your hands back on him he surprised you by lifting you up and tossing you onto your bed, his big hands pulling your panties down your legs before he lay between your thighs, his mouth immediately on your pussy.

“Sy, I need you… I need you inside me”

He looked up and smiled;

“I know Honey, I need to be inside you too, but i gotta loosen you up first, don’t wanna hurt you”

“Ohh” you relaxed and let Sy go to town, enjoying the feel of his wide tongue and soft lips skillfully bringing you to the edge before you came. It was a soft and gentle orgasm, a starter to the meaty and filling main course that would follow.

Sy climbed up your body, peppering your skin with kisses before he settled between your legs. The weight of him was a comfort, thick corded muscle surrounding you at your most vulnerable, safe in the cage of his arms. He kissed you and you could taste yourself on his tongue. You found yourself instinctively squirming beneath him, the feel of his hardened shaft nestling between your soaked petals.

"Eager, aren't we?" Sy teased

"Please Sy, i'm ready"

Pushing himself up you watched as his positioned the fat tip at your entrance then paused and cursed;

"Fuck… protection…"

Your eyes went wide. In the past you had been on the pill but had stopped that as soon as you'd left James. Without any desire to even consider dating up until Sy you certainly weren't prepared;

"I don't have any…"

"When is your period due?"

"Umm…" now was not the time for your head to be considering your calendar; "By the end of the week"

"Okay… I can pull out, you should be past ovulating, right?"

"'Bout a week ago i had my ‘hungry horse’ three days, so yeah" referring to the short period of time when your appetite suddenly ramped up after you had ovulated.

Sy looked deep into your eyes as if trying to see any doubt;

“Are you sure about this?”

You were so turned on you probably weren’t thinking straight, your pussy making the decisions for you as  you hooked your legs around Sy’s butt and pulled him closer;

“I need you inside me now”

“Okay okay, baby, relax for me”

Sy reached down and positioned himself at your entrance, his attention darting between where your bodies were about to be joined and your face, gauging your reaction as he slowly pushed into your welcoming body. 

“Holy motherfucking…” Sy cursed as he stretched you out, yet his muttered words floated away as you were overwhelmed by the feel of him inside you.

You hadn’t realised you were holding your breath until Sy pressed a single kiss to your cheek and spoke softly;

“Honey, you’re gonna have to relax otherwise i’m gonna cum sooner than either of us want”

“I am… I'm trying to. I’m just waiting for the pain”

Sy paused;

“The pain?”

“Yeah… when you hit my cervix”

He held himself up on one arm as he softly cradled your cheek with his big hand;

“Oh Honey, I'm not gonna do that. I’m fitting just fine and don’t need to go any deeper, Hell, I ain't got no more inches to go deeper anyway. I’m guessing your ex was longer? And didn’t care that he hurt you?”

You nodded;

“But Sy, you’re not small, James was really long but really narrow…” you smiled up at him; “I like the feel of how thick your cock is, it feels really good”

Sy pressed a single kiss to your lips;

“Oh I'm not worried about my size Honey, I know I got a good deal. Now, how about I make you feel even better? How ‘bout I show you why girth is better than length?”

You smiled at him and nodded, to which he reached his head down and pressed a kiss to your lips before he slowly rolled his hips. You could feel the smooth slide as his cock rubbed against your inner walls, each ridge and vein caressing you whilst the bulbous crown curved up and cushioned against your g-spot. Resting your hands on his muscled back you let pleasure take over, suddenly realising just how skilled Sy was as a lover. 

As the senses of summer filled the room you felt a bliss like you had never before. Muted light coming in the windows, the scent of the garden blooms in the air. Birds and crickets in the distance were the only sounds beyond those the pair of you were making. The air was thick and heavy, another summer storm brewing rapidly but the heat only made your lovemaking more intense. Almost every sense was fulfilled except taste, your subconscious deciding to go for the whole set as when Sy rolled his hips and filled you again, you craned your neck and instinctively licked the side of his neck, tasting the sheen of sweat that had appeared on his skin.

“Oh Honey, you wantin’ a taste?” Sy muttered menacingly; “You ain’t the only one”

Gripping your hips he pushed up on his knees, never pulling out of you as he rocked his pelvis, but your ass was resting on his thighs as he widened his stance on the bed. He slid one hand into the small of your back, supporting it as you arched your spine, his other hand resting on the bed beside your head. The angle gave him enough room to continue to fuck you as he kissed and sucked at your breasts, taking a mouthful of titty before switching to the other.

As the room grew darker you could sense petrichor in the air, that impending humidity before a storm broke. Sy growled as he felt your body tightening, and as his sound faded away a rumble of thunder followed as if an answer.

Shifting, Sy straightened his body, kneeling on the bed as he gripped your waist with both hands, rolling his hips with each thrust;

“C’mon baby, cum for me, i’m getting so fucking close, let me see you cum for me”

You were already so close you didn’t need Sy’s words, but as your hands instinctively reached for something to grip onto you felt your fingers straining against the cotton fibres of the sheets as your final barriers dissolved and your orgasm finally crested. Lost on a wave of utter bliss you were in a haze of euphoria, the world around you no longer existing apart from the groans of Sy as he came too.

You missed how Sy watched you in all your beauty, chewing on his lip as he placed his hand over your abdomen and could feel as his cock pumped ropes of cum into you. Thoughts he would never share surged through his mind as he knew gravity would be flooding your widened cervix with his seed, and it was if he could feel the searing heat he’d filled you with warming his hand through your body. Mesmerised by the notion he would see your belly swell over time he was lost in the moment, before you reached for his hand, your palm sweaty;

“Sy… lay with me. I need you to hold me”

As if coming out of a trance he shook his head before tenderly pulling out of you and moving back, setting you softly down before he curled around your body at your side, cupping your cheek and turning you until the tips of your noses met;

“Fuck me, that was amazing” he muttered.

-

Later you were both showered and redressed, Sy holding an umbrella for you as he escorted you back to his truck to drive you into town for your lunch with Tam. Pulling up to the kerb outside Antonios’ he killed the engine before jogging around to the passenger side, opening the door and holding his hand out for you, smiling kindly when he glanced at your shorts;

“No dress incidents this time”

“I’ve learnt my lesson” 

Taking your hand he walked you up to the outside patio where Tamara was already waiting for you, giving her a smile and nod before placing a kiss on your cheek;

“Have fun, i’ll call you later”

The pair of you watched as Sy returned to his truck, smiling and waving as he drove off before Tam rested her elbows on the table and leant forwards;

“So… tell me everything…”

[ladylaviniya]

Context: I'm Australian, love Henry cavill.

So I'm rewatching Sandcastle as I pack my stuff to move because I have this idea of a cabin trope mixed in with a lil kidnapping and stockholm with Captain Syverson, he seems to be popular in the Cavill fanfic community.

And like...does Henry as Captain Syverson have a Texas Accent? He claims that he taught one of the local soldiers how to play Texan Hold Em (which is a card game right?)

I don't know the southern accents too well. So if someone can share.

Also what's his name. Fr. I know people have come up with names like Theodore and Kermit. But fr...DOES ANYONE KNOW HIS CANON FIRST NAME PLEASE!?

[peyton-warren]

I still say Marshall is his best role. But Syverson is a close second.

But I admit it could be the curls that make me say that.

And here we are, consuming Sy fanfiction after fanfiction, knowing how amazing Henry was in that role and dreaming about a romantic drama with the Sy that lives in our heads

[shyinadarkplace]

Overwhelmed

Summary: Ryth has a really hard day, but her loves are there to make it better. Pairing: Taishiro x Sy x Eric x Hush x Ryth Word count Warnings: use of titles Daddy, Sir, Princess, Lil bit, Angel this is basically a fluff piece. mentions of anxiety. A/N: This is basically a fluff comfort piece that I wrote for myself but I really really like it and thought it might help others. Taishiro is a bisexual Wolf shifter. Sy is a Half-Orc loosely based on Captain Syverson from Sandcastle mostly just looks though and he is pansexual (as most orcs in my universe are). Eric is a bisexual Russian Vampire Prince. and Hush is a pansexual Human assassin. oh and Technically Ryth is high fea but none of that really matters in this story. Oh one thing that is important is that each of these males are bonded/mated to Ryth, this bonding has created a mental link between all of them. They can speak to each other mentally and they can sense emotions from each other. I try to denote when this is being used by something like through the bond or mentally. No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own I do not own __Captain Syverson or Sandcastle or Henry Cavill. also please don't steal my characters these are deeply personal and I would hate not to be able to share them with you guys.

Overwhelmed

It had already been a really long day, but when Tai came to pick her up from work she still felt she could get through a quick stop at the store. I was going pretty well until it very much wasn't. She and Tai had separated to make the trip quicker but half way through her part of the list things got crazy. Everything was too loud. Too bright. Too fast. Too slow. Buzzing blaring and bombarding her. She tries to take slow even breaths but that doesn’t seem to do much. A barrage of smells hits her. All the while her mind races . All the things she needs to do in the next few weeks, reopening worries , why was there so many of the same carts? Is that kid okay? Shit was that her ex?! No no it can’t be. Who wears heels to the market? I should draw that when I get home? What if the car breaks down?? Ugh why is the air so thick? As moments drag on she gets more and more irritated. “Ryyyy girl.” A deep calm voice instantly soothes frazzled nerves. She spins around as Tai opens his arms for her. She loses herself in him. “That’s it baby.” Slowly everything else fades as Tai holds her tight. “You alright now sweet girl.?” He asks after her heart rate slows and the smell of anxiety isn't as strong giving her a harder squeeze. “Mmm. Thought I could handle…” Tai gives her a gentle look “ Hey don’t do that honey, sometimes these things just kinda creeps up on a person. You wanted to try and push yourself while using your coping methods. Ain’t nothing wrong with that. All things considered you did really really well and I am proud of ya . Overstimulation just hit in the home stretch that’s all. Now come on let’s pay for this and go home.” Ryth smiled softly at Taishiro and nodded .

When they got in the truck. Tai sent a quick text to ensure when they got home Ry could decompress and the guys were happy to get everything ready. The whole way home he held Ryths hand as she put as much of herself against him as she could . “Tai M’really tired. Just gonna go to bed when we get home.” she whispered softly. Tai cocked an eyebrow at her “You can go to bed after you shower and eat something sweetheart.” “I don’t want to . I just want to sleep.” “I know honey, but I have to make sure you are clean and fed or tomorrow you’ll be in a rush to shower and be cranky from being too hungry.” Ryth didn’t say anything just huffed . Tai could tell she wanted to pitch a fit. Probably would have if she had the energy. When they got home Tai helped Ryth from the truck and grabbed the groceries as she trudged into the house. At the door she was greeted by Hush . She cocked her head at his mischievous grin “Hey there angel.” he says sweeping her up so her legs circle his waist. Tai chuckles at her little yelp. “ What are you doing’ hush?” He just grins. Rather than question it Ryth decided to snuggle into him . As they walk through the house she murmurs “Wanna go to sleep please.” Hush squeezes her ass. “Let me get you nice and clean first okay?” Ryth snarls her irritation rising. Hush just swats her ass hard as they enter the bathroom. “Don’t snarl at me … unless of course you’re gonna follow through?” Ryth just blushed and whispered "sorry sir" . Hush laughs softly “That’s what I thought. Now get undressed I’ll start your shower.” She just stands there feeling truly too tired to even try. Hush turns around to see his angel all droopy and looking exhausted, and it tugs at his heart. “Aww Angel. Let me help you. I’ll get you all clean and then you can rest.” Ryth just nods . Soon Hush has her under the warm water. He carefully washes her body and hair. When he’s finished he turns off the water , wrapping her in a great big warm fluffy towel as he mentally calls for Eric. Ryth gives a little churring noise “Thank you. Know s’not usually what you do appreciate it.” Ryth mumbles sleepy as Hush kisses her forehead “Your welcome angel. I just wanted to help you feel better.”

Eric comes in and smiles at the adorable scene before him. Ryth half asleep against Hush’s chest and him enjoying a moment of fulfillment. Hush looks up at him and mentally says “ I’m not usually the one who helps with this. I can see why you guys like it. She is so sweet. Even when she growls.” Eric gently picks her up and nuzzles her softly , Hush does it too. “Hey maybe we can all sleep in the big bed or out in the living room Tai can get it together.” Eric suggests and is pleased when Hush nods happily. Eric takes a moment to grip Hush at the back of his neck. Bringing him in for an embrace. Hush enjoys the moment and the contact whispering a thank you as Eric nuzzles him softly before turning and stepping out of the bathroom.

“Come on Princess. Let’s get you some comfy clothes on.” Eric says softly while tempering the urge to do the vampiric low rumble to relax her and help her sleep. “Nnn.” Ryth sniffs eyes tearing up “ I want to sleep please .” Eric almost says fuck it and let’s her sleep but remembers Tai saying she hadn’t eaten since breakfast. As quickly as he can he helps Ry in to one of his tshirts and a pair of sweats. His heart breaks a little at her sniffles. “Shhh shhh don’t cry Princess. I know you’re tired. I’m so proud of you for everything you’ve done today. You just gotta eat a bit.” Another tear slips down Ryths face “Promise?” Eric nods wiping her tear. She just lifts her arms letting Eric carry her to the kitchen where Sy is ready for her. As Eric passes her off he says “Tai is getting the big bed ready . She cried because she really is very tired .” Sy nods and Eric goes to “help hush clean the bathroom”🥵

Sy sits with Ry on his lap. “Hey there Darlin’. Daddy has some food for you. Just eat a little and then we can all go to bed okay.” Ry sniffs again but nods as her stomach growls . “Now that's my Good girl. Here open up.” Gently he feeds Ry little bits of soft warm bread with pot roast and she hums and churrrs in appreciation to tired to make words. In response Sy does the comforting rumble an Orc does only for his orclings and mate. It's only a few minutes before she has finished her portion of food. “You did so good. Come on let’s get you to bed.” Ryth nods slightly. Already mostly asleep. Sy drops the dishes in the sink and heads to the living room where Tai ,Eric and Hush have made up the big bed which is effectively a huge comfy cozy nest where they all can enjoy physical contact and watch tv. They are already in their favorite spots so Sy slides into his , Ryth ends up sprawled across him and Tai , while Eric and Hush somehow end up on either end holding her hand or calf. The guys watch some documentary and enjoy the night until sleep claims them as well. Each content and happy surrounded by warmth and love. At the center of it their little mate .

[obscure-imagines]

Syverson entered your office and the dog padded in behind him. you immediately jumped from your chair and onto the ground with open arms to hug the more than eager dog as it licked your face, “oh my gosh who is this!” you screamed.

Syverson grinned, “like her? thought you might.”

“is she for me?!” you asked in shock.

he shrugged, sitting in the chair across from your desk as he watched you playing with the dog. he sat there for a solid twenty minutes, at which point you had just lied down on the ground with the dog who had its head on top of you.

“wait, shit, im so unprofessional, are you here for a reason?” you asked, looking at Syverson.

“no its fine, you look like you’re having a great time, dont mind me, enjoy yourself alittle more.”

[mrsavery]

Hot mama

Captain Syverson x Reader

REQUEST

Summary: Based on the song Hot Mama by Trace Adkins (link)

Warnings: angst, mentions of painful labor and c-section, low self-esteem, insecure reader, extra weight, breastfeeding, dirty talk?, soft Syverson

Words: 2k

It was early Sunday morning, your husband was snoring next to you, children were sleeping in their rooms, and you tried your hardest to sleep too. Even with your eyes closed, his hand over your stomach and keeping you hot, the thoughts could not stop running around your head.

Living in a small city had its perks. It was good for raising children in a small community where everyone knew everyone, and you did not have to be afraid of something happening to your family. If you needed the help of any kind - someone to babysit, repair the roof, or deliver groceries - there was always somebody that will help you with a smile.

Yet, there were also bad things that came with it. Rumors spread faster than flu in the autumn season, everyone always had an opinion on how you should do things, what to make for dinner, how to fix the broken fence, or how to find a husband. The elderly ladies liked to place bets on who would sleep with who, who would get pregnant by whom, or when they would break up.

But the worst were housewives and single mothers. In a population of around two thousand, there weren’t many of them. They spent their days meeting up in cafes or parks and chatting about other families, mostly, talking around their backs and accenting their wrong-doing.

Last night you and Sy had gone out and gotten dinner in his favorite restaurant. It was rare for both of you to get out of the house and spent time alone, knowing that you had three small children, the oldest being only four and the youngest being six months old.

You could remember it all. 

The stares of people in the restaurant.

Their voices behind your back.

She still hasn’t lost the weight…

He is going to leave her, not his children, he is going to take care of them…

How can he still love her?

“Ignore them,” Sy had said, as soon as you had made your way to the table. “They are just jealous.”

But what if they were right?

It’s been six months since you had given birth to your youngest. The pregnancy was not easy, and you had spent most of it on bed rest, watching Netflix while Sy and your mother had done the house works and taken care of the children. You had gained extra pounds from constant sugar cravings and spending your time in bed, not able to exercise.

The labor you would never be able to forget. The pain had been stronger than in previous ones, and you had almost bled to death if doctors had not decided to perform a c-section. You remember holding Sy’s hand through it, him talking about the future of the family of five and you hoping that everything would be fine with the baby.

“This is the last one,” Sy had said, as he held his youngest in his hand. When he looked up, his eyes were filled with tears. “I do not want you to go through this again.”

Looking in a mirror, you saw a completely different person. Your body was not as fit as it was when you had met Sy years ago. There were stretch marks covering your body. Your hips were wider, and you had extra weight around your belly and thighs. You would never be the same woman again, the one your husband had fallen in love with all these years ago.

The old clothes that you wore before pregnancy did not fit you, and you had no other choice but to wear Sy’s t-shirts and track pants around the house. You did not have time to work out and take care of yourself, like going to the spa or manicure. It was hard to have time for yourself when your husband was working most of the day and you were left taking care of the children.

Sy was a perfect husband and father. He always found time to spend with kids and help you with cooking, ignoring his need for sleep. He never complained about the changes in your body, never said that you needed to change, get rid of extra weight, or start looking at yourself.

“I love you no matter what.” He had said last night, after arriving home. “You are amazing, and I could not ask for a better wife and mother of my children.” 

You loved and were proud of your body for what it had done. It had been their home for nine months, carried life and taken care of it, protected it against all the wrongs and dangers of life. It had gone through painful and endless hours-long labor to only bring a new person into this world. It produced milk to feed the small miracles in your arms and provided them with nutrients.

Yet, you never stopped wanting your “old” body back, the one before children. Seeing all those slim and fit women around you, in the grocery stores, in parks, on the streets - you were jealous of them, of their bodies. Deep inside you knew - no matter how hard you tried, you would never get that body back.

And the fear of Sy leaving you one day was also there. 

What if he decided that you were not enough for him? What if you could not satisfy him with your body anymore? What if he found someone better? Someone younger, someone without stretch marks or extra weight. Someone more beautiful…

You did not want to think of it. Seeing that it was a little after eight, you decided to get up and start making breakfast. It was hard to make Sy move his arm off your body, without him mumbling about you leaving him alone, but eventually you managed to do it.  

“Someone had to make breakfast.” You said to him, putting your legs down on the carpet.

“The breakfast can wait.” He said back and tried moving you closer to him. 

“The children cannot. I will take care of it, you can sleep.” It earned a groan from him, but Sy allowed you to get up.

You put on Sy’s old t-short and track pants over your naked body, not bothering to find any underwear,  and left the room, leaving your husband asleep in the bed. After a quick look at the two oldest ones, you found your youngest wide awake in his bed, kicking his feet.

“Good morning, baby!” He smiled, upon hearing your voice, and started to move even more actively. “Did you have a good night?” 

Your youngest one was the most active of your children, always moving around, throwing his arms and kicking his legs around, making it hard to dress him. Changing his diaper was the easiest part, compared to getting on his clothes. It took you ten minutes to get him ready.

On your way down, he started to get fussy and tried to bite your breasts through the shirt. It was a usual activity for him, signalizing that he was hungry and wanted to eat. When you sat down on the couch and moved up your shirt, he instantly pounced onto your nipple and started eating.

The living room was a mess. Children’s toys were everywhere, three dirty socks were laying under the coffee table while on it was empty boul and two mugs filled with water. Pictures on the walls were turned upside down, there was a stain on the white rug near your feet and -

“What’s on breakfast?” You heard your husband ask, as he walked down the stairs. He stopped on the last step of the stairs and looked around the messy room. “Was it here yesterday?”

You noded. “It must have been. We did not turn the light on yesterday exactly.”

“How did my mother let this happen?”

“She loves her grandchildren, and besides - our children are unstoppable.”

Sy sat down next to you and smiled at your youngest in your arms. “Enjoy while you can. Soon it will be only mine again.”

“Sy!”

“What? It’s not like he is going to eat milk for the rest of his life.” You did not say anything. “And you are one hell of a woman - beautiful, smart and extremely sexy.”

“You know it is not true.” 

“Do not let those evil women get in your brain.” 

“But they are right. I haven’t lost the extra weight that I gained with pregnancy. My body has changed, and I will never get it back, no matter how much I want it.”

“Hon,’ Sy put his fingers under your jaw and made you look at him. “You are still beautiful to me and always will be. I love how your body has changed over the years, and, truly, I do not want you to have your previous body back. Do you know why? Because this body - ” His eyes moved all over your body, just as his arm wrapped around your shoulders. “This body has done wonders. It carried my children, our children, for nine months, and then endured hours in pain to only bring them into the light. Your beasts, your lovely breasts, have fed our little ones and provided them with all the nutrients they needed.

All scars and stretch marks prove that you loved me enough to agree to have children with me, to make a family with me. ” With his lips, Sy kissed away the tears that had fallen from your eyes and wrapped his arms around your shoulders to bring you closer to his body.

“To be speaking truly, I find you incredibly sexy by walking around in my clothes all the time. It turns me on, and I wanna bend you over the closest surface I can. When I see you taking care of our little monsters, it makes me want to have you pregnant all the time because I know that I have the right woman by my side.

You should not care what others think of you, and do you know why?” 

You looked at him. “Why?”

“Because the only opinion that matters is only yours. Not mine, not our children or parents - only yours.”

Sy pressed a kiss on your forehead, and you closed your eyes. You did not know before how much you needed to hear him say all those things before, for him to say that you were beautiful and sexy even after three kids.

“I will love you no matter what because you have all I ever have wanted. You have put up with my demons, fought them with me, and yet you never left. You stayed when I was at my lowest, and it made me only love you more. 

When I look at you at night, soundly sleeping against my chest, I cannot stop thanking the universe for making you fall in love with me and deciding to become my wife, my best friend, my whole life. Without you, I am nothing, [Y/N], no one.”

You were in tears from his words. Sy was not a man of many words, his actions spoke more than anything, and he never liked to talk about his feelings. His words brought tears to you and gave reassurance that he loved you and found you still sexy. You were beautiful to him.

With one hand on his rough cheek and the other around your baby, you pressed your lips to his and kissed him with all the passion you had. There wasn’t much you could say after his confession, but you could show him how you feel with your lips. Later you would show him more.

“I love you, Sy.” You said while trying to return your breathing to normal. Your youngest was unbothered by the kiss since all he cared about was getting his breakfast, just like his father.

“And I love you, do not evet doubt my love for you.” Sy smiled at you and skipped his hand over your child’s soft hair. “Do let those old cunts talk. They are only jealous, because their husbands do not love them as much as I love you, and do not fuck them every night until exhaustion with kids in near rooms.”

“Sy!” 

[ilyrafe]

captain syverson dating a single mom pls? thank you!! 💐

ooohh we love this trope, don't we? <3

okay, so!

you were the one who kept pushing him away bc you're super selective of the people you hangout with for the sake of your child.

and syverson stepped back because he didn't want to make you uncomfortable, but he was always sincere about his feelings.

you were being too cautious, though. you really liked syverson and your child liked him, too. he treated you both with respect and care, and the fact that he stepped back and didn't insist made you realize that he might be a real nice, decent guy.

"one date, y/n. it's all i'm asking."

and so you both did go on a date, and it was wonderful. you've known syverson for a couple of years, and being able to finally express to him what you feel was so liberating!

syverson is so considerate of you and your child and he makes sure to get your little one involved in nice activities the three of you can do together.

he's extremely respectful of your boundaries when it comes to your child. if the father of your kid is in the picture, he tries to have a respectful, cordial relationship with him for your sake and the little one's. if the father isn't around, he also doesn't intend to assume this role, although he already loves your kid as if they're his own.

he helps you with the little one a lot, he picks them up at school, helps them with home work and school projects, and all that stuff.

your little one absolutely loves syverson. they form quite a pair and their bond is unbreakable.

you love them both and you didn't think life after a failed marriage could be this fun and this incredible, but here you are <3

[augustsprincess]

A late birthday present for @cavillsthighs

[angryschnauzer]

As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 7

Summary: 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?

Pairing: ‘Lucas’ Syverson x Female Reader

Fandom: Henry Cavill, Sandcastle (Movie).

Ongoing Genre: Fluff, Angst, and Smut

Story Warnings: Slight Angst, Talk of a car accident in the past, Anxious Sy, Mild Embarrassment, First Date Nerves, Kissing,   NSFW, 18+, Smut, Fingering, Grinding, Hot Tub Frolics, Handjob, Titty Sucking, Nudity, Blowjob, Oral Sex.  

Chapter 7 Warnings: Graphic descriptions of an abusive relationship, descriptions of domestic violence, description of murder attempt. NSFW, 18+, Smut, Blowjob

Wordcount: 3114

Here is my masterlist and AO3

Chapter 1, Chapter 2,  Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, 

As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 7

Sy's truck crunched over the gravel of his driveway as he pulled into the covered parking spot at the side of his cabin. As he shut the engine off you could hear Akia barking when she recognised the sound of the engine, Sy gently patting your leg;

"She's going to be so excited to see you"

He smiled, but you could see the concern in his eyes. Back at your cottage Tamara had arrived in a tornado of hugs and reassurances, but it'd done little to calm your nerves over the fact your abuser had not only finished his parole and was allowed to leave the state, was hundreds of miles off route for what he said his destination was, and you knew how he'd always insisted on taking the most direct route anywhere he went, even if it meant dangerous roads in bad weather.

The first few spots of rain started to hit the ground and you felt Sy squeeze your thigh;

"As much as i'd like to see that pretty little dress of yours go see through in the rain lets not hang around, once Akia gets wet she stinks the cabin out with wet mutt scent"

Smiling you hopped out, Sy grabbing the bag you'd hastily packed with some clothes and your laptop, the pair of you running quickly to the front door, Sy darting out to the yard to release Akia from her leash before the pair of them ran back under the cover of the porch. The big dog was all wriggles when she saw you, a now familiar face in her life. You petted her and gave her fuss as Sy moved around his cabin, switching lamps on and getting you settled in. He lifted your bag and pointed hooked his thumb to his bedroom;

“I’m gonna put this in here, i’ve cleared a drawer for you to keep your stuff in”

You could feel a lump form in your throat at his gesture, the casual thoughtfulness something you weren't used to in a relationship.

Once he'd dropped your bag he pulled you into his arms, enveloping you in his strength and warmth. You felt like the worries of the world slipped away whilst you were in that cocoon of his arms, that the big wide world was just a bad dream. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and pulled back, waiting for you to meet his gaze;

"Dinner and a movie? Or dinner and talk?"

"Dinner and talk"

-

Your meal had been quick and easy, but no less delicious. Sy had made garlic bread from a loaf he'd baked that morning, combined with what Antonio had gifted him from the restaurant; fresh burrata cheese which had been drizzled with delicate honey and sprinkled with chopped pistachio nuts.

With the dishes cleaned away the two of you had curled up together on the couch, your time to explain your past had finally arrived;

"We met in college, James was a Senior when I was a Freshman. I didn't have that much experience with boys so I was flattered that he was interested… turns out he wanted someone he could control. We got married over the Summer between my Junior and Senior years, and when it came to returning for the Fall semester James started to change. He would have my timetable synced with his phone, and if I was more than 2 minutes late getting out of class he would start the mind games and accuse me of cheating. So many times Tamara walked me to his car and wouldn't leave until James accepted that class ran over. That worked fine until she had to have her workplace assignments in the Summer semester and wasn't around campus… that's when the hitting started."

You heard Sy exhale through his nose but didn't look to his face, you weren't ready and still had more to tell;

"James would never hit me when we were in public, he would just act like the perfect husband, but the second the front door to our apartment shut…" you paused, the memory of it causing you to tense; "He would hit me, just the once each time, but he'd use his fist and hit me in my back. The pain was excruciating. He knew exactly where to hit to cause the most prolonged pain, but to make it look like an accidental injury, that i'd fallen on something. There was one time…" your voice started to waiver but you paused and took a deep breath; "I'd gotten a ride home with Tamara as he'd had to work late, but because i'd invited her in for a coffee he was furious as hadn't 'checked' with him in advance. Tam was in the bathroom whilst i was rinsing some dishes in the kitchen, i heard footsteps but thought it was her, only for him to just come up behind me and land a punch in the center of my back. That was the beginning of the end if i'm being honest as Tam walked in whilst my legs were buckling. I'd learnt not to cry, i just compartmentalised and disassociated when it happened by that point"

You finally looked up at Sy and it almost broke your heart. He was blinking away the tears, you hadn't even considered that what you were saying would be difficult for someone who cared about you to hear;

"Sy, it's ok. It's over now"

He let out a very shaky sigh, nodding;

"I know Honey, but I just… I mean, we all have our emotional scars, but you're just so strong now. I'm sorry you went through that"

You reached out for him and he pulled you onto his lap, pressing his forehead to yours and laying a light kiss to the end of your nose to which you looked up at him;

"Do you need a break?"

"A break?"

"Before i tell you the rest"

He paused, before shaking his head;

"No, it's good that we get this all done in one go"

"Tam at that point pulled me aside at school one day, and with the help of our student support made me realise that what was happening wasn't my fault. Her husband was a cop and on his day off, he explained plainly what kind of evidence would be needed for an arrest and conviction, and at that point they helped me set up Nanny cameras"

"So you took that to the cops?"

"Not quite. It was around Thanksgiving and we'd travelled upstate to see his parents. The roads were icy and even after his Dad had said he shouldn't drive after drinking, he still insisted we head home. On a narrow road we spun out going over a bridge and the car ended up in the river below. The car was half submerged and when the cops arrived they found James first and pulled him out, but as they did the car got caught in the current and was washed over a waterfall. James had said there was no-one else in the car…"

"Fuck" Sy's voice was quiet; "How did you…"

"How did they realise I was still in the car? James was still drunk so when he was in the back of the ambulance he let slip that he hadn't been alone. The EMT's radioed back to the cops that were still on scene and they went into the water and pulled me out. They rushed me to the ER in their cruiser as by that point hypothermia had set in"

"You're not angry that they missed you the first time?"

Thinking about Sy's question you considered your thoughts before shaking your head;

"No, it wasn't their fault. It was dark and they'd had verbal confirmation from the driver that no one else was in the vehicle. If anything it increases my anger and hatred for my abuser" you paused; "but that doesn't diminish the feelings of fear i get of him being anywhere near me"

"How did you get away from him in the end?"

"The cops arrested him for driving under the influence whilst he was in hospital. When the statements of the First Responders came in about how he'd lied about me not being in the vehicle they added attempted manslaughter. My emergency contact was Tam so when the hospital called her she brought the evidence from the Nanny cams too. It was enough to get him locked up until trial as no-one posted bail"

Sy was silent for a long time, thinking over what you’d told him and he was absolutely positive that you had held back on a lot of the details, but that didn’t matter to him. All that mattered was that you were safe with him and he’d do everything in his power to keep you safe;

“So you haven’t seen him since that night?”

You shook your head;

“I testified via videolink. The city had a great public defender that made sure domestic violence survivors didn’t have to face their abusers in person. Tam testified in person and said that James tried to stare her down the entire time, but she just ignored him. He was sentenced to 4 years but got out after 3 for ‘good behaviour’, however throughout the whole time he sent threatening letters to my old address. The second he was released he was served with the restraining order. He’s not allowed to come within 200ft of me or my property”

“Does he know where you live?”

“I don’t think so, but the fact that he has entered the state has enough to make sure i don’t turn my back to a room at the moment, at least not until i know he’s heading in the opposite direction.”

There was a moment of silence before he pulled you to his chest and you instinctively hooked your nose beneath his chin. Warm hands smoothed over your back, comforting you. You felt like you were in a cocoon, safe and secure where nothing could threaten you or all you’d worked so hard for. With the brush of Sy’s beard on your face you relaxed to the point of slumber, drifting off into a calm and peaceful sleep.

-

When you woke it was dark, the warm embrace of Sy’s arms still around you, but this time you could tell you were in his bed. Twisting onto your side you smiled wearily and fell back into a deep safe sleep.

-

The sound of a shower woke you a second time, soft pale daylight of the early morning hinted at the windows of the cabin. Turning you realised you were alone in the bed, slipping silently out from beneath the covers you had a thought and a smile spread over your face. Quickly locating your bag you pulled a shower cap from your wash bag and pulled it on, before shedding your clothing and stepping into the steamy bathroom.

You could see the outline of Sy’s tall body where the window on the other side of the bath cast a silhouette through the shower curtain. He turned towards the shower and you could tell he had raised his face into the water, so now was your time to strike. Crossing the small room you carefully pulled the far end of the shower curtain and carefully stepped into the old enamel tub. As you pulled the curtain back in place one of the metal rings clinked against the rail, making you freeze, your eyes darting to Sy who still stood with his back to you, his face in the jets of water, and he let out a little chuckle;

“Honey, if you think you can sneak up on me you’ve got another thing comin’”

He turned and grinned at you, watching you watch him as the soapy bubbles trailed down his body. You couldn’t help but to gratuitously look at Sy in all his naked glory. You missed the smirk tug at the corner of his mouth as he watched you watching him, instead your gaze was transfixed upon the slow creep of his hands as he started to softly tug at his dick, watching it start to swell and grow from its already impressive state. Taking a single step forwards closed the space between you, tilting your head as your mouths met for a brutal kiss, whilst your hand moved to join his, wrapping around his hot girth. 

When you pulled away from his lips, Sy let out a small whimper of loss, before watching as you got to your knees, never breaking eye contact. He was hot and heavy in your hand, filling your grasp as you moved your fist up and down. Tentatively you leaned forwards, taking just the tip into your mouth and letting your tongue lave against the smooth red tip.

Sy let out a strangled groan and his knees trembled a little, his hand shooting out to rest against the windowsill whilst the other settled atop your head;

“Baby… please…” he begged quietly.

Staring into those ice blue eyes you opened your mouth and took him as deep as you could, relishing the feel of marble beneath silk, his hardness growing until your cheeks were filled and your throat was cut off from precious air. With what little room you had left in your mouth you worked your tongue softly against the underside, the thick ridge of muscle that ran the length pulsing under your ministrations.

You wrapped your hand around the base of his shaft, grasping him tightly as you moved your head back and forth, letting saliva pool in your mouth and escape from the corners of your lips.

“Oh fuck…” Sy cursed; “That’s so good, get me nice and sloppy, such a good girl”

Sy cupped your cheek, his hand moving back to the top of your head, unsure where to put his hands. Reaching up you grabbed both and pulled them down until they were resting on the back of your head, nodding slightly so he got the message that it was ok.

“Oh god… you’re fucking perfect” he muttered as he started to rock his hips back and forth just a little, fucking your mouth as you relaxed your jaw a little more; “So fucking perfect… look at you with my dick in your mouth, feels so good, that’s it girl, take it deeper”

On a couple of thrusts he got just a fraction too deep and you could feel your eyes start to water, but thankfully your gag reflex behaved itself. You rested your hands on the tops of Sy’s thighs, the muscles tense beneath your touch, and you could tell he was getting close. Slipping one hand between his legs you softly cupped his balls and was rewarded with a guttural groan from above;

“Fuck… do that again and i’m gonna cum down your pretty throat”

Maintaining eye contact you did exactly that, softly cupping and cradling his balls in your palm. You heard him groan as they pulled tight to his body, then the tell tale tremble of cum travelling through his shaft before that salty splash as it hit your tongue. Quickly swallowing he finished on your tongue, pulling free of your mouth as his hand flew to the windowsill and his knees wobbled. His other hand hooked under your arm, helping you to your feet until he could pull you flush to his chest, kissing you fiercely before you pushed him away;

“Sy! I haven’t even brushed my teeth, you’ll be tasting yourself!”

“Nothin’ wrong with that Honey, just a reminder that you were kind enough to do that for me” he let out a contented sigh, before his demeanor immediately changed and he let out a string of ‘OH’s. Quickly spinning around he shut the water off before turning back to you;

“Hot water just ran out… it’s gonna be a while before the tank refills i’m afraid. I know you don’t like cold water…”

With a smile you were thankful for his actions, even in the post orgasmic haze he was probably in;

“No problem”

At that moment a series out loud woof’s and barking came from the other side of the door;

“Uh-oh, need to let Akia out, she only gets like that when she’s gotta ‘go’ go”

-

It didn’t take long until you had dried off what parts of you had gotten wet and dressed in yoga pants and loose t-shirt loaned from Sy, assuring him that you were fine by yourself for the half hour it would take him to walk Akia across the meadow as he did the morning check on the beehives. Setting your laptop up on the small desk in the back of Sy’s bedroom, you plugged your headphones in so you could listen to the morning zoom meeting.

It was 45 minutes later when you glanced at the time in the corner of your screen and you realised that Sy wasn’t back, your stomach grumbled so you decided to seek out some coffee. Switching your wireless headphones to connect to your playlist, you were in your own little world as you wandered into the kitchen, turning the corner only to be greeted by a stranger leaning into the fridge. Shocked blue eyes stared at you from behind floppy dark hair, a youthful attempt at stubble dusted over the stranger’s face. You let out a scream, stumbling back until your hip touched the table as you scrambled for something to protect yourself with, your fingers curling around the handle of the iron skillet Sy had seasoned on the stove the previous night. Holding it up like a baseball bat you yelled;

“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!”

The young man dropped the slice of cooked bacon he had been about to eat, holding his hands up in surrender;

“Okay crazy lady, i could say the same about you”

“I asked first!” you demanded, shaking the pan a little, before suddenly the back door of the cabin opened, Akia running in and making a beeline for the dropped bacon, Sy standing in the doorway as both you and the startled young man faced off in his kitchen.

Crossing the room to you in just a few strides, Sy pulled the skillet from your grasp, trying but failing to contain his amusement;

“Darlin’, i want you to meet Mike, Walter’s kid”

Your eyes went wide;

“This is Walter’s son?”

You looked to the man by the fridge who had now shut the door and was giving Akia ear scratches as she leant against his leg;

“Sure am Sweetcheeks”

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