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f10werfae · 1 year

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Pretty Girl

pairing: Dad!sy x Pregnant!Mom!Reader

summary: Baby Ellie has her daddy wrapped round her little finger, but so does her momma. After-all they’re his pretty girl (smut)

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“Hey pretty, c’mere and give me a kiss” Sy cooed nuzzling into his wife’s side on their bench swing in the backyard, his hands rubbing over her exposed bump which was housing their second baby. “mhm okay” She gave in ultimately giving him a soft wet kiss, having to push him away for a breath. “D-da d-da” Both their heads turning to face their 1 year old babygirl, who was settled on her play mat out in the shade.

Aika rested her head on her paws whilst on the play mat, letting baby Ellie rest her body against hers, ultimately using Aika as her backrest. The Syverson family was spending this nice summers day out on the porch, with Ellie clad in only a diaper just to keep her cool. “Yes my gorgeous girl, ya enjoyin’ bein’ out here with your momma and dada?” Sy cooed slipping off the bench and onto the mat a few feet away, Ellie was holding up her own bottle as she drank away, her other hand reaching up for Sy’s hand.

Ever since Ellie had seen the effect of the word ‘da’ on her daddy, she’s been using it ever since as a sign of a beck and call. “Da, da da” The soft curled bundle of joy tottered away from Aika’s body and wobbled her way onto her daddy’s lap. “Aren’t ya jus’ precious sweetpea, you n your mama n’ baby brother” Sy growled peppering kisses all over Ellie’s face until she started giggling and had to push his face away.

“Sy stop it and give her a chance” Y/n giggled watching, knowing damn well her babygirl loved giving out kisses too, Ellie’s lips already pouting out to land kisses on her daddy’s beard covered cheek. “mwah da” Ellie babbled happily, her curls bouncing with her, her hands on his shoulders to stabilise her standing up. “Wow babygirl, best kiss av ever gotten” Sy gasped hugging her tiny body to his immediately, carrying her onto his lap again.

“Da-da baba?” Ellie pulled away looking up with her innocent doe eyes, picking up her empty bottle up to her daddy, another small pout playing on her lips. “N' here I thought you wanted to cuddle with dada” Sy playfully scoffed settling Ellie down by Y/n, their babygirl wasting no time in cuddling on her mama’s lap, her head resting on her chest, her tiny hands feeling the baby’s kicks; her eyes twinkling watching Sy walk inside with her precious baba.

“got daddy wrapped round your lil finger baby” Y/n smiled nuzzling her head against her baby’s, pressing a big kiss on her cheek as she rocked her gently. “One baba per request” Sy said rocking back into the backyard, shaking the small lukewarm pink bottle in his hand, testing the temperature on his wrist before he handed it back to his little precious petal. “mm baba dada” She said handing it back to him.

Sy smiled picking up the tiny tot and sitting down beside his wife with Ellie laying across his lap as if she was a newborn again. His hands steadily holding the baby bottle to her lips as she suckled softly, her naturally wide eyes peering around the garden at all the different birds before settling on the baby blues of her dad. One of her hands reaching behind her for her momma and the other holding onto Sy’s hand that was holding the bottle.

“Think she’ll go down for a nap soon?” He smirked looking up to his wife, that same playful lustful loon in his eyes whenever his eye caught hers, his head leaning down to kiss and nuzzle against the side of her face like a possessive bear cub. “Oh yeah she’s your daughter Sy honey, fill her belly and she’ll be knocked out soon enough” Y/n swooned, leaning her body towards him as her hand patted down his soft stomach and body.

“See look her pretty lil eyes are already closing, must be the cool breeze helpin cool her down too” Checking her nappy was still clean, after about 15 minutes Y/n had burped and lulled her babygirl to sleep, ultimately leading her to put her down in her crib. Turning on the baby monitor and adjusting the room temperature, Y/n left the room slightly ajar as Sy and her retreated to hanging out in their shared bedroom.

“I ever tell ya how pretty you are? Especially when you’re full n’ round cus a’ me” Sy poses on the bed like a girl, his feet swinging in the air as he lay on his stomach, his hands cupping his face whilst he just stared at his wife. “Yes loverboy, you tell me at least every hour”

“That can’t be right, i’ll make sure to say it every minute then” He joked rolling onto his back, guiding her to sit on his lap, his hands immediately clasping around her body to cage her closer to him. “But seriously you are just gorgeous, jus’ how do you get even more beautiful the more life goes on” Y/n soon found herself feeling hot and bothered the more compliments and kisses she received, not to mention the subtle ass squeezes Sy had managed to squeeze in between his monologues.

“Stop it Sy please” She whined carefully tracing his brow with her thumb, trying to distract herself from looking into his eyes which were desperately trying to catch hers. “What can’t I pay my pretty mama compliments? I’m havin’ to stop myself ‘ere” Growling lightly he slightly jerked his hips up, letting her feel his hardened cock through his grey sweatpants, his torso bare. “Fuck Sy”

“I know baby m’sorry, I can’ help it, anytime I see you, smell you or hear you, the little guy gets excited n’ needs ya” Rubbing up her back soothingly under his shirt she was wearing, he felt her slowly start to shift herself back and forth on his lap, her wetness starting to leak through her thin cotton panties to create a darker stain on his pants. “Oh baby what are ya doin?”

“I need somethin Sy, seein’ ya be such a good daddy to Ellie and how you’re just so fuckin’ sexy it actually kills me” She suddenly broke out into a curse, seeing Sy basically move around the house was like porn for her, seeing him tend to the laundry and housework? She was about to bend him over if she could. Seeing him try his absolute best to lighten her load, even taking his babygirl Ellie out on his walks just so she could have some peace and quiet.

“You gonna use me baby? Get what you need momma, so fuckin’ pretty like this, my perfect angel, got my cock all swollen jus by bein you” He pushed back some of her hair away from her face, her expression furrowed as she quickened her pace knowing it wouldn’t be long before Ellie woke up again. “Y-you make me feel so good” Moving her underwear to the side she let her bare sensitive pussy rub against the fabric of his sweatpants, the head of his cock peeking out of the band as per her request.

“Hold on pretty-“ He gasped pulling down his sweatpants to his thighs, letting them feel each other’s skin as they humped against each other lovingly. Her swollen lips parted to hug around his shaft, covering his length in her slick wet juices, the lewd sounds filling the bedroom along with her whines and whimpers; the both of them being careful to not be so loud. “So soft” He would whisper out as his thumb caressed her sensitive nerve, watching her face contort whilst he stimulated her clit.

“You gonna cum for me pretty girl? Can feel it, come on baby I want it so bad” He whispered against her neck, his lips inching upwards until they reached hers. His tongue slipping into her mouth engaging it in a wet spit filled kiss, keeping her quiet. “M-m gonna come Sy” She whispered urgently feeling that band in her stomach grow tighter, with it eventually snapping once one of Sy’s paws wandered up to tug and rub at her hardened nipples. “Aww baby you did so good, m’ so prouda you pretty, makin’ yourself feel good on your man’s lap” He cooed in between grunts as he tugged at his hardened shaft to squirt ropes of cum onto her pussy.

“You proud of me” Y/n smiled hazily leaning back, massaging his cum into her pussy, her eyes peering at him as he brought her back in for a sloppy make-out session, leaving both their chins shiny with spit. “Fuckin’ best thing ta ever happen to me”

(this fic is not proofread)

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eccentricallygothic · 3 months

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Prompt: Survive a Syverson. Fluff, domestic.

“Oh no, mama!” You vehemently shake your head at your future mother-in-law as you tiredly put down your plate. “I just had a TON of rice and so much chicken that I couldn't even keep track at one point!” You try pulling it away but she plants a much stronger grip on it. “I can't!”

The older woman waves it away -as always- before she piles your plate with food again. “You're a growing lady,” she always tells you that. “You need to eat!” You whine under your breath.

“I'll never be able to finish all these ribs and mac and cheese!” That is the rule in the Syverson household, everyone finishes their food, always.

You can swear these people eat three times more than any family you have ever seen! Like, you just had dinner and Sy -your share of the lot- is already munching away on something as he stands beside you while leaning against one of the kitchen counters, clad in some cargo shorts and a semi-faded Lynyrd Skynyrd tee.

Mrs. Syverson sighs before putting one sassy hand on her hip -something the Syverson men swear runs in the Syverson women- and raises one of her eyebrows at you.

“You think you can survive a Syverson on some rice and chicken, girl?” Your heart drops and your boyfriend's snicker causes a burst of flames to spread through the entirety of your face, the heat threatening to reach your throat.

“Yeah,” Sy's heavy voice sounds even deeper because of the way he takes a sip of his beer to wash his throat out. “Do you, girl?” Your face and vocal chords are paralyzed in embarrassment as you lower your head and pick up your plate before silently walking back to the table and retaking your seat, defeated.

Sy is so going to repeat this into oblivion!

“That's what I thought!” Mama calls after you before snickering softly but you hear it loud and clear.

You can swear Sy gets his dirty, bold and loud mouth from that woman. His dad and you are their victims. Too bad the two of you love those filthy mouths too much.

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fallenangelkitten · 1 year

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Deceit and Deception

Synopsis: Your boyfriend, Mike, is taking you to meet his father for the first time. But you’re a naughty girl and you’ve caught Daddy Sy’s eye.

Warnings: 18+, smut, daddy kink, age gap, multiple partners, praise kink

Note: I used to be fallenangelbb here on the Henry Cavill side of tumblr but deleted my account and have regretted it ever since. So here I am reposting my work :)

Your fingers fumbled with your phone that rested in your lap. One of Mike’s hands kept to the steering wheel, while the other lazily held his cigarette out of the window. The sight of smoke drifting from his lips almost clouded your mind from your thoughts.

But not quite.

You had never met your boyfriend’s father- even after almost a full year of dating one another. Tonight was one of Mikey’s brilliant ideas; an afternoon spent at his dad’s house having, what you assumed would be, the most awkward dinner of your existence.

After putting out his cigarette, a warm hand met your cheek, his thumb pulling your bottom lip from between your teeth. “Sweet cheeks, it’s gonna be fine. No need to be nervous, okay?”

You only groaned and dramatically sagged into the passenger seat. As you leaned your head against the cool window, he pulled the car into the driveway of an ordinary, but well taken care of home.

Your stomach plummeted.

Mikey unbuckled his seat belt and leaned over to you. His lips gently met with your exposed neck before grazing your ear. “We’re early, let me distract you,” he whispered, returning to your neck.

Your eyes flashed outside, quickly scanning. The sun was gradually descending. The tint on his windows were darker than the law allowed, easily shielding the two of you. Even as heat coiled in the pit of your stomach, you couldn’t help but feel nervous.

One of his hands reached behind him to push his seat back. The other spread warmth across your bare thigh as he fumbled with your belt. With one final glance outside, your head turned to collide your lips with his.

His tongue immediately found yours, the faint taste of smoke still lingered. He eagerly pawed at your breast and scooped you into his lap. Even with his seat pushed back, the steering wheel dug into your back as he freed himself from his pants. You wet your lips at the sight of him, eager to lower yourself onto him. He pulled your skirt up higher onto your waist and dipped his hand between your legs to shift your panties to the side.

His head tipped back against the seat, a groan leaving him. “You’re always so wet for me.”

You began to giggle but the air quickly lodged in your throat as he ran the tip along your entrance. You quickly gripped his shoulders in your hands and sank onto him. You sighed- nothing was better than being filled with him.

You rocked against him, bringing your lips down to his neck and nibbled. His hands squeezed your ass tighter as you licked from the base of his neck to his ear. “Cum for me, lover boy,” you cooed.

You felt his cock begin to twitch as you ground your hips into his. “That’s it,” you whispered against his lips before biting his lower one. His head fell onto your shoulder, a soft cry muffled by your hair. You kept your pace steady as the feeling of his cum inside of you sent you over the edge.

You shuttered against him, a light sheen of sweat coating your brow. His palm pet the back of your head, trailing down your spine and down to your hips to help you off of his lap. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before getting out of the car to open your door for you.

“My lady,” he said while dramatically bowing. You giggled and took his hand.

After Mikey knocked on the door, a large man opened it; he had to have been the biggest man you had ever seen. A beard covered a decent portion of his face, while the rest had been kissed by the sun. As he pulled his son in for a hug, you couldn’t help but admire the muscles bulging through his shirt.

You desperately tried to quiet your mind as his blue eyes locked onto you- taking note that he shared that same patch of brown in one with his son. You scrambled to shift your bag to your other arm to shake his outstretched hand.

“M-Mr. Syverson, it’s so nice to meet you,” his skin was rough but warm against yours. Your eyes flashed back to his, where something began to pool and darken. A shiver made its way through your spine as a smirk teased the corner of his lips.

“Please, call me Sy.”

You let go of his hand and quickly returned to holding Mikes, unnerved by how quickly your body reacted to his fathers. Your lip made its way between your teeth once more.

“Well, get off my porch and come on in,” he gruffed. “Foods already on the table. Ordered some good ol’ pizza!” He called in as Mikey and I took our seats at the small table.

Mr. Syverson’s home was very minimally decorated- only a few pictures clung to the white walls, along with a handful of metals resting on a table by the door. They were encased behind glass, a picture of a squad resting behind it.

“Were you in the military?” You asked as he took the seat in front of you.

He took his time to answer you. His tongue swiped across his lips as his hand rubbed his beard. His eyes scanned you, making you feel exposed in a way that made goosebumps rise on your arms. “Mhm, learned about Mikey while deployed.”

You tried to hide your shock; he never really spoke about his father, only small comments here and there. Your head swiveled to him, a brow raised.

“And here we are, living the fucking dream,” he mumbled through the bite of pizza he’d just taken.

Sy cleared his throat and shot him a look. You couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together, a sharp breath hitching in your throat. You made yourself look busy with your food, too embarrassed to see if anyone noticed.

The room was beginning to feel hot and stuffy. “I’m going to the restroom. Um, where is it?” you asked Mikey.

He directed you down a hall on the other side of the home. You sighed as you shut the door behind you, leaning against the wall. What had you gotten yourself into? Without warning, the door opened behind you. Sy barged in, eyes blazing as they locked onto you.

“Oh! I’m sorry, did you need the bathroom? I can go-” your own gasp cut you off. One of his large hands took both of your wrists and pinned them above you. Your shock left you frozen, eyes wide.

“You think I didn’t notice?” He growled, lips colliding with your neck- where Mikey’s had just been. “You’ve been lookin at me like I’m the first man you’ve ever seen.”

You had been, and you couldn’t help his name breathlessly leaving your lips as he assaulted your neck. You felt a wicked smile form against your skin.

You should have stopped.

You shouldn’t have moaned his name.

You should have been moving the hand that was tugging your skirt down your legs and pawing at your breasts.

But your lips only parted, and his name fell from them like it’d been waiting there your whole life. Your need for him clouded your thoughts. Your bare hips bucked to meet his, your body desperate for him.

He tore away from your neck. His sinful, lust blown eyes meeting yours was the only warning you had before he swiftly tugged you away from the wall, shifting you to the sink. He pressed you into the counter, facing the mirror, keeping one of your hands behind your back.

The rough fabric of his pants rubbed against your bare skin as he pressed his hard length against your ass. Sy held your stare in the mirror, daring you to deny your need for him- to give you the chance to say no, but you knew you wouldn’t. And so did he.

The hand gripping your wrist pushed against your back, forcing you to bend over the counter. You could barely hold back your whimper when his knuckles brushed against your core so he could unbuckle his pants. You wanted to push back on him, rub your dripping cunt against him, but he had you pinned firmly.

He chuckled. “You’re such a dirty little girl, (y/n).”

The thick head of his cock brushed against your entrance before sheathing himself into you. His hand covered your mouth, suffocating the moan he brought from your body. His beard scratched against your shoulder as he bent down to whisper in your ear, “Gonna have to keep quiet if you wanna fuck your little boyfriend’s Daddy.”

He held himself in you, his hips pinning yours to the counter. You desperately tried to gain some friction, but his reflection only smirked at you. He tugged you back until your spine was arched and pressed against him, breasts thrust forward. The fabric of your shirt rubbed against their aching peaks.

Sy slowly pulled himself out of you, only to slam himself back in. He was ruthless, his hand gripping your hip enough to leave a beautiful bruise in its wake. His hand on your mouth shifted down to your neck, wrapping around it like a collar.

“Tap the counter to stop. And keep quiet,” he ordered.

His thumb and fingers pressed into the sides of your neck, choking you. You almost began to panic, but your eyes locked with his in the mirror and kept your focus on the feeling of him tunneling in and out of your cunt.

He squeezed your neck tighter as he quickened his pace and began to fuck you harder. Harder and harder until you became lost on where he began and where you ended.

Spots danced before your eyes, your body feeling weightless. Everything became hazy right before he let go, and you gasped, sucking air as deep into your lungs as possible. He brought his hand back to your mouth as your whole body tingled and throbbed, your cry muffled by his palm. You’d been so lost in your own rush of pleasure that you barely noticed him groaning into your neck, his cum spilling into you.

Your shallow breaths filled the bathroom. Your arms and legs still tingled, but his hands on your waist kept you steady.

“You did so good, little girl.” He placed a kiss on your shoulder and gave your behind a squeeze. “I’m going to leave first, you follow.”

You nodded and bent down to grab your clothes, but he quickly took your panties from your grasp. “Hey!” You whispered, trying to snatch them back.

He chuckled and slipped them into his pocket. “Sugarcane, these are mine now,” he said with a smirk and slipped through the door.

You took a few moments to collect yourself before slipping your skirt back on and opening the door. You gasped, startled to see your boyfriend in the entrance.

“I was just coming to check on you.”

Mike pressed a kiss to your cheek as you felt his fathers cum begin to drip down your thighs.

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peyton-warren · 10 days

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Okay sorry last one!

Sy knows that you’ve been ignoring your health. (Brushing teeth, showering, eating properly, sleeping properly) but he’s been pleasing you every chance the two of you get.

Could be because you’re with him or you just have been busy, but you get a toothache and he takes you to the base dentist or a regular dentist. It’s something simple like just a stuck popcorn shell or something like that. Or maybe you pass out. Idk 🤷🏼‍♀️

He decides that if you want to cum again, you have to take better care of yourself. No grinding either. Every time you do, you suck him off while he teases you. Until you take better care of yourself. No orgasms

I might have taken this one a little off the track you set but we got back on it by the end. There is no smut there is a hell of suggestion at the end. I hope this is ok. And its a weeee bit longer than a drabble. Wrote this all by hand in the woods thanks for the prompt that resonated so much with me.

Characters: Gender Neutral reader, Captain Syverson Pairings: Sy x Reader Fandoms: Sandcastle, Henry Cavill characters Word count: 4111 Type: angst, suggestive Warning: 18+. Warnings: blood, Reader injured, discussion of domestic abuse, self depreciation, discussion of mental illness, daddy kink, potential eating disorder, tiny Daddy kink

Summary: Reader has to be taken to the hospital by their new-ish boyfriend Sy. Sy learns some things about his partner that has Reader worried about their future together.

Author's Note: I have no idea how a real ER works, nor proper medical procedures nor hospital policies. I manipulated them for my own gain here. Nor do I fully understand how blood sugars work or what the tests doctors use tell them about your eating habits. Don't come after me if you know how they actually do work. Also thank you to @ellethespaceunicorn for the beta.

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Dazed, you blinked your tired eyes open.

“There they are,” Sy cooed softly, crouching next to you.

You blinked again, trying to focus.

He was next to you on his kitchen floor. You stared up into the concerned blue eyes above you.

Oh right date night. You two had been cooking dinner.

“I didn't know you were afraid of blood,” he said with sincerity, no teasing or judgment in his tone.

“I’m not,” you said defensively. Then you realized the last thing you remembered was nicking your finger cutting up veggies and then nothing. “What happened?” You asked.

“You passed out,” he told you. “I saw you waver out of the corner of my eye and caught you in time to keep you from hitting the deck,” he told you. “How are you feeling?”

“Okay?”

“Just okay? You think you can sit up?” He offered you a hand. As you placed your palm in his, he carefully helped you into a sitting position, his other arm gently curving around your back, just in case. “How’s that?” he asked, squeezing your hand.

“Okay. I think.”

“I don't like your uncertainty,” he admitted, softly, looking at you with a deeper concern. “I’m calling an ambulance.”

“No!” you shook your head vehemently, hating to cause him or anyone even a hit of inconvenience. “I’m fine.”

“You are not fine, sweetheart,” he told you. “You look like you have seen a ghost. You're trembling and your palm hasn't stopped bleeding. We are going to the ER,” he insisted. “Even if I have to hog tie you and throw you in the back of the truck.”

“Sy, I’m fine,” you tried again.

Sy moved from you only briefly to grab a kitchen towel that read “Mama Tried,” and returned promptly to press it to your palm which you just now noticed is covered in blood. “I didn’t think I cut it that bad,” you admitted. You were unable to assess the damage before it was covered in flour sack material.

“You jabbed it in there pretty good just before you went down.” Sy pulled his phone from his pocket. “Now are you willingly coming with me to the hospital? Or am I calling the squad?”

You knew your stubborn asshole of a boyfriend wasn't going to back down until you were properly checked out. After a beat, a silence, just a split second before you were certain he was going to open his phone, you relented. “Alright.”

He placed a hurried kiss to your forehead as he stuffed his phone back in his pocket. “Good. Now put your other hand over the towel and I’ll get you to the truck.”

You scoffed at this. “You are not carrying me to the truck,” you said. “I’ll get myself out there. Just get me off the damn floor.”

Sy chucked. “There’s my sweetheart. Hold the towel tight,” he insisted just before standing behind you and hooking his hands under your arm and effortlessly lifting you to your feet. His hand held your upper arm tight as he rounded you and looked intently at your face. “You al’ite?”

“I’m fine, Sy,” you ground out, done with being fussed over.

With a single nod, he placed that hand to your lower back and gently guided you to the door. “Easy and gently,” he reminded you.

“I’ll ‘easy and gently’ you.” You continued to be unhappy with his instance of treating you with such tender care. You still were not used to dating a decent human being, unsure if you even deserved it. If he knew how you really were, maybe he’d throw you away, like all the other partners you had had over the years.

Sy, oblivious of your inner conflict, got you settled into the passenger seat and buckled you in. “All set, baby?”

You only nodded, still applying pressure to your cut palm. He gave you a soft smile and carefully closed your door. Took him all of two seconds before he was in the driver's seat and starting the engine. “Let’s get you patched up.”

The drive to the local hospital was over within 20 minutes and was accomplished in silence. You tried to ignore the new throb in your palm that appeared. Sy had stopped you once from peeling back the towel by laying his hand over yours. “You don't wanna do that.”

“I wanna see.”

“No you don’t. Firstly it'll start bleeding again once you release the pressure,” he used his Captain voice, you knew his military training had kicked in. “Secondly, I don't need you passing out again when you see it.”

You all but huffed at him. “I am NOT afraid of blood.”

“You may not be, but you aren't gonna like the looks of that.”

You relented and gave a dramatic sigh. “Aye, aye, Captain,” you said dryly.

Once you arrived at the hospital, and got through the headache of checking in, the two of you settled in the waiting room. Sy took your injured hand and put it on his thigh, taking over putting pressure on the injury. You sat in further silence until a nurse called your name, less than 30 minutes later. Sy kissed your temple and let you take your own hand back. You both stand and head for the nurse who eyes you 6’4” shadow with suspicion. “Just them,” the nurse states in a no nonsense voice.

“It's ok,” you reassure her. “He’s with me.”

“Is he your emergency contact and/or spouse?” she asks you, and your stomach dropped at the thought of going in without Sy.

“No,” you say in a small voice.

“But ma’am-”

“Do not,” she cut Sy off. “Policy is policy. I don't make it,” she sternly stated.

“You are just the enforcer,” Sy finished for her in a very knowing voice.

“You got it,” she beamed at him. “Have a seat. They'll be out as soon as they’re done.”

You gave him a soft smile over your shoulder and mouthed ‘Sorry.’ He kissed your forehead. “You’re in good hands,” he tried to sound calm for you. You nodded and followed the scrubbed nurse into the ER. The door closed behind you with a soft click, signaling it locked. The nurse led you to a room, flipping the plastic flags over the door to whatever she needs to as you step in.

“Have a seat on the bed,” she said in a softer tone than she had with Sy. As she halfway pulled the curtain closed, you settled with your back on the upright position of the gurney. She clicked at the computer near the bed. “Laceration on your non-dominant palm. How did it happen?” she asked, nodding to your hand as she reached for gloves from the rack on the wall.

“Slipped while cooking dinner,” you offered, leaving out the part where you passed out.

She eyed you before placing a hand on your wrist. “Let me take a look.”

You relinquished the towel which you now realize had a significant amount of blood on it. “Oh geez, I hope he can get that out.”

The nurse’s eyes flit back to your face. “Who is he?” she conversationally asked.

“My boyfriend,” you said almost shyly. This thing between you was still new and fresh, only a few months old. You were still getting used to using the title for Sy.

“You live together?” she asked as she put the makeshift bandage back down. “Hold that again please.”

You do as you are told. “No, only been together a few months.” you affirmed.

She nodded and stripped the gloves from her hands, dropping them into the biohazard trash before turning back to the computer “You are gonna need stitches,” she told you, “but first the doc has to come see you to confirm.”

“Yeah kinda figured that was why my army boyfriend brought me in. If he coulda handled it himself we wouldn't be here,” you guessed.

The nurse pulled a wheelie stool over and sat down near your bedside and looked at you compassionately but no nonsense. “He the reason you are here?” she asked.

“Well yeah, he insisted-”

She shook her head, interrupting you. “No sweety,” she tried again. Her name tag/badge read Joy you noticed. “Are you safe with him?”

Your eyes widened at her meaning. “Yes!” you stumbled over the word, surprised someone would think you are not safe with Sy. “Absolutely,” you insisted. “He’d never hurt anyone he cared about much less me,” you defended him further.

“You have to know how this looks,” the nurse stated. And you finally put all the pieces together. “Especially with him being active duty,” she pointed out. You had heard the rumors that military men were statistically more likely to be the aggressor in domestic violence situations.

“Not him,” you asserted, trying to think of another way to convince her she had it all wrong.

Instead she reached out and squeezed your knee. “It's ok. I have to ask. Just a couple more questions and then I'll go get the doctor.”

You relaxed into the mattress. “Okay.”

“Do you want your boyfriend back here with you? I can continue to tell him its policy to keep him out in the waiting room.”

You almost started panicking again at the thoughts that anyone would think anything but the best of Sy. “No, I want him here please, if I can.”

“Of course you can, especially if he will help you stay calm.” She took a deep breath, holding it for a beat and then releasing it, which you mirrored. “Will his presence keep you at ease?” Her eyes stared at yours, watching your reaction closely.

You took another deep breath and nodded. “Yes please.”

“Ok sweetie. If you change your mind, tell me or the doctor you’d like to see ‘Dr. Strong’ and we will get security to remove him from here, okay?”

“I won’t need that,” you assured her., “But I’m glad you have that in place for other people to use. “

She gave you a sad smile. “Unfortunately it's all too common of a situation for us.” She put her hand on the door handle. “What’s the boyfriend’s last name?”

You gave it to her and she nodded. “I'll go get him now and the Doctor will be with you as soon as he can.”

“Thank you.”

And she was gone.

And you were left alone with your thoughts for a few minutes. You had never thought so much of as an ill thought about Sy outside of how obnoxious his snoring was when he’s been drinking and now you felt like you hit the jackpot with Sy. But also, it felt a bit early to be proclaiming declarations of love. Sy didn’t seem like the type of man who would ever harm his partner but you had been fooled into thinking the best of others in your past and were proven ---

The door opened and saved you from continuing that thought. Sy’s face appeared around the curtain with a concerned look as Nurse Joy peeked around him. “Will be a bit til the doctor will be with you. Keep holding that towel.”

Sy rounded the bed and sat on the stool the nurse abandoned. “Thanks,” you said. “For everything.”

“You are welcome. Just doing my job.”

And she was gone again, the door closing behind her. “New friend?” Sy asked after that exchange.

“Something like that,” you affirmed.

“What’s the verdict?” he nodded towards your hand.

“Needs stitches,” you stated nonchalantly.

“And the passing out?” he prompted.

You hesitated. “Oh, ummmm,”

“You didn't mention that?” he surmised.

“No.”

“Of course not,” he sighed.

You stopped looking at your hands in your lap and flashed your eyes to him. “What’s that mean?”

Sy just shook his head and laid his hand on your knees closest to him. “I’ve just noticed you aren't very good at taking care of yourself is all.”

You get defensive immediately, though this isn't the first time you have heard that from someone else who cared about you. “I do just fine with that,” you asserted.

“Then why didn't you mention that to the nurse?”

“Because that's not a big deal,” you attested. “Not as much as bleeding to death.” You raised your injured hand to illustrate. “I’m sorry about your towel.”

“I don't give one goddamn about a kitchen towel,” he stated but is interrupted by a knock on the door, drawing both of your attention. Nurse Joy walked around the curtain with a man in a white coat.

“Hello here’s Dr. Brock.”

Sy’s hand squeezed your knee.

“How are you today?” Dr. Brock asked.

“Fine outside of trying to filet my palm. Wait,” you suddenly say. “I only remember nicking my finger. When did I slice my palm?” you looked at Sy, and felt the attention of the medical personnel in the room shift to look at him as well.

“You grabbed for the counter as you passed out,” he simply stated.

“There was no mention of passing out,” Joy stated, and you realize you had just ratted yourself out.

“Did you hit your head?” the doctor asked, springing into action to examine your eyes.

“I don't think so,” you sounded unsure.

“No they didn’t,” Sy joined the conversation. “I caught them on the way down.”

Doctor turned half his attention to the attentive boyfriend beside you as he applied gentle pressure around your head. “Were they out cold?”

“Yes”

“For how long?”

“At least 3 minutes but it felt like a lifetime,” Sy disclosed.

Doctor Brock nodded as Joy typed on the computer. “Let’s get them a CT scan, a CBC panel to start,” he spoke to the nurse who clicked the mouse. “And a stitch kit for their hand.” He gave that the briefest of looks and a nod. “Looks like the bleeding has stopped. We can take care of that while we wait for radiation to come get them.”

He turned back to you. “Afraid we are going to keep you from dinner for a bit longer,” he told you.

“It's ok,” you whispered.

It took another hour, but you found yourself stitched , bandaged, scanned and short a few vials of blood. You and Sy sat in the room, talking about which fast food to grab on your way back to his place when Dr. Brock and your new favorite nurse returned. “We have the results from your scan and your blood work,” he told you as he sat down in front of the computer. Sy’s hand gently squeezed your uninjured hand while the doctor logged in and pulled up your chart. “Ok,” he paused as he read. “Your CT scan came back normal. Nothing unusual in your brain.”

“That's good.”

He nodded as he continued to look at his results. “There’s a few things in your blood work I’d like to talk to you about. Your glucose was concerningly down.”

“We were in the process of making dinner,” Sy tried.

“No it was more than just one missed meal,” the doctor told him.

You avoid looking at Sy out of guilt. ”I may have missed a few meals today.”

“There's only three to miss,” Sy sounded upset, and your stomach flipped. “How many did you miss?”

“All of them...?” you stated uncertain, again.

“And the past few days?” the doctor asked.

You shrugged and looked sheepishly at him. “A few...”

“Your blood work says more than ‘a few’,” he said sternly but gently. “And your urinalysis says you are severely dehydrated.” He looked at you. “How much water do you have every day?”

“Water?” you lamely asked

“Yes, plain water. Maybe with some lemon or bubbles in it, but just water?”

“Not much. I’m more of a coffee kind of girl,” you tried to tell him, aiming for a joke but it falling flat on your audience.

“I’m going to need you to up your intake of water by a lot.”

“For how long?”

“For always,” he looked at you. “Human bodies need water to survive.” he glanced quickly at the screen before turning back to you. “How has your depression and anxiety been lately?”

Well shit. You looked guiltily at Sy again before answering. “It's been better.”

“On a scale of 1-5, l one being the lowest you’ve been and 5 being the best feeling ever, where have you been lately?

Another sideways glance at Sy before answering. “A 0.5?”

“I see,” the doctor said and typed a few things.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Sy asked, sounding more than a little hurt.

The shrug you give him does nothing to remove the look from his face.

“What can I do for them, Doc?” he asked, his eyes never leaving your face.

You opened your mouth to protest but Dr. Brock beat you to it. “That’s up to them as to what they need. But open communication is a good start.” That was directed at you. “And reassuring them they are worth taking care of themselves.” That was directed at Sy.

“I can handle that,” your boyfriend stated.

“Glad to hear it. Nurse Joy will get you your instructions and get you checked out. You can have your GP pull the stitches in 14 days. And go over your mental health needs with them too, please.”

You just nodded.

“Take care of each other.” And he was gone out the door.

The ride home was as silent as the ride to the ER but for different reasons. You felt the anger rolling off Sy. You were ashamed at having your mental health issues revealed to him in such a manner. This relationship was still too new and now you were afraid he was going to ditch you and run for the hills.

“You can just drop me at my car in your driveway and I’ll head home,” you surmised you had fully ruined your date night if not your whole relationship.

“What?” Sy sounded confused. “No.” He pulled his eyes from the road for a second to look at you. If you weren't wrong, he looked hurt again. “We are grabbing dinner and then we are gonna talk about what is going on in that beautiful head of yours.”

“Look if you wanna break up with me-”

“What kind of assholes have you dated, sweetheart?” he asked angrily and your mouth audibly snapped shut followed by a soft sniffle. He DID think you were an idiot and he was going to ditch you tonight. You knew it. Trouble was he held you hostage until he returned you to your car. And the sound of your next sniffle, Sy hit his blinker and pulled the truck into the first parking lot on his right,parking his truck across 4 spots before turning in his seat to look at you, his hand landing on your forearm. “Please talk to me,” he softly said. “Whatever it is, I'm here.”

“You hate me,” you asserted. “I’m a horrible person. And now you know the truth about me.”

Sy’s hand flew up to the ceiling of the truck and flipped the light on and watched you wiped at your tears. “Did I say any of that?” he asked. “Ever.”

You shook your head. “No but you probably are thinking about it now that you know.”

“Know what? That you have a mental illness that makes your life hard to navigate?”

“Yeah.” you sniffled.

“For fuck’s sake, darlin’, do you know how many of my men have mental illnesses, both diagnosed and not? And I trust them literally with my life,” Sy tried again, agitation just on the edge of his voice. He took a breath and tried another time. “Sweetness, whatever you have going on , I ain't lying when I tell you I’m here for you, for all of it.:”

“But-”

“No buts, gorgeous, you aren't getting rid of me that easily,” he insisted, giving you a small smile, which you did not return. “Unless you want me to go. I hope you don't. You seemed like you were enjoying our evening tonight before your swan dive.” You smiled at that. “But if you want out, let's talk about that and I’ll try to convince you to stay so I can fix whatever it is you don't like but I do not want out. I make that call, not you,” he asserted gently.

You sat in stunned silence for a moment. All your standard cookie cutter responses to try to convince someone you were a horrible person died on your tongue, leaving you with nothing to say.

At another beat of silence, Sy grabbed his phone from the center console. “Do you want pizza or tacos for dinner?”

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Once you were safely at his house with your dinner, Sy left you at the kitchen table as he took an exuberant Aika outside to potty and chase a ball around for a few minutes. By the time he returned, you had set the table and were in the process of cleaning up the mess you had left on his floor, on his counter, your blood mixed with food that had been left out too long.

Sy dramatically sighed when he found you trying to one handedly clean everything up. “Will you stop before you hurt yourself further?” You looked at him sheepishly. “But thank you,” he tried instead. “Thank you for setting the table.” He took your good hand and escorted you to the table set with two plates, two glasses of water and the only candle you could find in his house and you were fairly certain it was a gift from his mom or sister. He pulled your chair out for you and you rolled your eyes as you sat down, but you sat down. “Good baby,” he mumbled into the crown of your head. “One slice or two?” he asked, chivalrously opening the box for you to see the options available as if you weren’t in the truck when he ordered your usual pizza.

“You are a dork,” you informed him.

“Yes, but I am your dork,” he told you, pulling two pieces to put on your plate. “Since you didn’t eat at all today, you get two. And you have to eat them all, even the crusts. And drink all your water too,” he informed you.

You made a face at him but nodded, agreeing to those terms. “Okay, Daddy,” you teasingly mutter as you pull a stringy bit of cheese and pop it in your mouth.

Sy growled low in his throat, a noise you only heard when you did something he liked in the bedroom and you felt your belly heat at finding a new kind of his and one you didn't object to. You smirked at him as he sat down, your focus now on his darkening eyes. “You wanna play with Daddy, little one?” he menacingly asked you. You nodded enthusiastically, your ravenous hunger shifting from the pizza to the man in front of you.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes, Daddy.” you started to rise from the table to move towards him.

“Sit your pretty ass down,” he commanded without raising his voice. You felt yourself grow hotter at his tone, immediately and unthinkingly settling back into your spot. “You will eat everything on your plate, or you will not leave this table, am I clear?” Normally you would balk at such a statement but now you just nodded. “I need words, little one.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good baby,” he commended. “You will also drink everything in your glass, do you understand?” You lost focus, you wondered if this is the tone he took with his men and if so did any of them get turned on as you were right now. “Hello, pretty baby?” Sy’s voice broke through your wandering thoughts.

“Yes Daddy, I mean Sir. I mean Daddy,” you stuttered, unsure what title to use, both seeming fitting at this moment.

“I see that attention is a problem for you. So let me try a different approach,” he asserted. “If you have everything on your plate, drink all the water I give you and take your daily meds if you haven't yet,” he raised a questioning eyebrow at you, knowing you usually packed your medications with you when you came over for date night. “You can cum tonight. If you don’t do those things, all you’ll get to do is help me cum, am I clear?”

You swallowed loudly, knowing he was not at all joking in her terms. “Yes, Daddy.” And you took a big bite of cooling pizza.

“Good baby.”

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lhenrycavil · 1 year

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Sy just got home and he misses you a lot.🖤

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livesinfantasyland · 8 months

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Captain Syverson x Reader

I've got beared Cavill on my mind today!

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years

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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!?

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MASTERLIST

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CAPTAIN SY

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f10werfae · 2 years

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Daddy’s Princess Fairy

pairing: Husband!Dad!Sy x Wife!Mom!Reader

summary: Sy comes home to his newborn babygirl and wife after his last ever deployment, and he’s desperate to meet his tiny twin, and get into his wife’s panties (Dilf Sy) likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated🫶

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“Daddy’s nearly home booboo, he’ll be out here any second now” Y/n cooed bouncing her baby girl in her arms, the two month old softly snuggled against her mama, the both of them waiting at the entrance of the military base along with the other families. Her eyes tracing each body that left the aircraft, her breath hitching when she saw her big hunk of a man step out, his head shaven but his beard grown rough and long. God he looked filthy but so sexy.

Biting her lip she saw him take off his dark sunglasses as he scanned the crowd carefully, his lips pulling into a smirk once he saw his baby momma waiting at the back, away from the crowd; holding his baby girl. Practically skipping all the steps he threw his bag to the ground, his built arms bringing his wife and newborn into his arms, this was his first time home since that night their daughter was conceived. That one special night by the fireplace.

“Fuck pumpkin, missed ya n’ your sweet self s’much” He grumbled inhaling her scent deeply as he grazed his nose up and down her cheek, his other hand cupping his daughter’s head, this would be the first time he would see her in person. “And this- this is Penelope, Penelope Syverson” Y/n giggled holding up Penelope up to Sy, and even he could see she already was his twin, the same grouchy look already.

“She’s stinkin’ adorable, i’d say jus’ like her momma but i’m seein’ frowns on her already” Sy chuckled seeing his babygirl whimper and wiggle, leading Y/n to place the tiny babe into his arms, and just the mere size difference between the father and daughter was enough to make a witch’s heart melt. “She missed you, anytime you wasn’t on the phone she’d cry and whimper until I played your voicemail” Y/n explained tucking Penelope’s bib a bit more, seeing how she was drooling onto her daddy’s arm.

“Awk babygirl you break ma heart, m’not leavin’ again, I can’t do it- that’s me done” Sy chuckled bending down and kissing her forehead, breathing out a sigh of relief, he was finally discharged and able to start the rest of his life. “Damn right you aren’t leavin’, we still need to give our bubby a brother” Giggling Y/n latched herself onto his arm, the happy family walking towards the pickup truck waiting for them; Y/n watched on as Sy carefully put his pride and joy into her carseat, pouting up at Y/n when he realised Penelope wouldn’t let go of his finger.

“Babe, jus pull your finger out come on” Y/n laughed as he shook his head, “no can do sugar, don’t want my babygirl thinkin’ am leavin’ her again, can’t be her first heartbreak”

“If ya let go i’ll give ya some of your treat when we get home, after I put Pen down for her nap” It hadn’t even been two seconds but Sy carefully pulled his finger out, kissed his baby bye bye, and jogged over to the driver’s side of the pickup truck. “Now ya gotta keep your promise, wait- are you even okay down ‘er” Sy questioned looking concerned down at her crotch, he knew how hard the healing process was for his wife, needing stitches and medication. It honestly broke his heart that she had to go through it alone, but she was strong and independent, just his typa woman.

“Yup! Doctor gave me the green light a while ago, jus wanted to surprise ya for when you got home, Captain Syverson” Y/n winked grabbing a handful of his thigh tightly, his eyes widening and smacking her hand off, “Jesus woman didn’t ya read the sticker on the car? There’s a baby on board” He joked intertwining their hands and kissing her knuckles, leaning forward and pressing a heated kiss to her lips, his beard scratching her face in the best way possible. His tongue venturing out to lick over hers, tasting his favourite watermelon lipbalm causing him to groan into their kiss.

“Forgot how much I missed these luscious lips of yours” He growled pulling away, kissing her lips once more before sitting back in his seat to look at her, his wife. “Yeah? What else did ya miss” She giggled leaning over and pulling him back towards her, both her hands holding onto his as she looked up at him, her fingers then playing mindlessly with the wedding ring on the chain around his neck.

“These other lips down ‘ere” Laughing his hands smoothed up her thighs, settling under her dress, right on top of her panties waistband; he could already feel that it was those cotton white ones that he had a thing for. She just knows him so well. “No you didn’t”

“I did” She winked pulling up her skirt enough to show the start of the soft cotton pants, pulling the skirt down fast enough once his fingers tried their way up again. “Nuh uh mister, only when the angel is bed do we get to play” She scolded turning the ignition on for him, watching as he scoffed and turned his attention to the road

“Alright princess fairy queen, ah need ya to get to sleep pronto” Sy whispered into his baby’s tiny ears, the tiny tot sleeping on his bare chest, her head nestled comfortably on the curls on his chest. Her tiny fist clutched peacefully as tiny gurgles and coos came out every time she hiccuped or moved. “Princess fairy queen? Really Sy?” He heard his wife ask from the nursery door, clad in her white silk robe, very clearly not wearing anything underneath.

“I need my little girl to know she’s the best of ‘em all, n’ that means callin’ her every nickname on God’s Earth so she knows how much ah love her” Looking down at his tiny tot, he felt the need to lean down and nuzzle his nose with hers, pulling away instantly when he heard a toot. A fart.

“Now was that from me or you?” Sy frowned holding her up to face him, her tiny eyes clearly shocked, her own farts had woken her up just from how loud it was; “Tell ya what bubby, you’re definitely your daddy’s daughter”

“Yeah there’s now way that loud thing came outta this tiny precious sugar cube” Sy questioned seeing the tired girl had gone to sleep in his arms again, thankfully for Sy’s sake she didn’t need changed, well not yet anyway.

It finally seemed like baby Penelope finally got the memo when she finally stayed asleep in her bassinet, after 20 minutes of him just whispering pointless happy memories of him and her momma, many soft baby back rubs and head scratches and of course with her binky in place. Princess Penelope was down for her nap. Now Sy could have his wife, any way he darn wanted.

“Momma, you spoil me too much” Walking into their shared bedroom Sy saw his wife, her robe untied as she laid on the bed waiting for him, a chocolate covered strawberry already in her mouth as she winked at him, her legs spread open showing off her glistening folds; she needed him as much as he needed her.

“Irish twins?” Y/n asked plucking the strawberry from her mouth, licking its juices from her lips as she quirked up a brow; Sy doing nothing but growl and rush to get rid of his white t-shirt and cargo pants. “I’d give ya irish triplets if it were possible” He snarked climbing on top of her, his body hovering over hers as he bit into the strawberry that was back in between her lips, his teeth squeezing the juice down the valley of her tits. His delicious welcome home treat, just for him to enjoy.

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eccentricallygothic · 6 months

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|| Triumph Of The Beast ||

Description: Captain Syverson learnt that the only way to have her was to ask her hand in marriage. So he did just that. And she was all his now, both to hold and to possess.

Pairing: Soft-Dark!Captain Syverson | Sheikha!Reader.

Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Captain Syverson. This is a mature story with dark undertones so kindly browse at your own discretion. Please note that this piece is only a work of fiction that in no way aims to reinforce or propose any stereotypes to any ethnicity or race. Minors do not interact.

Warning(s): Soft-Dark!Syverson, he is lowkey messed up, smut with plot (I am sorry), possessive behavior, his obsession with her chastity, naive!reader, size kink, biting (it's Henry and his canines ffs), boob play, manhandling, power imbalance, arranged marriage, fingering, handjob, dirty talk, m!dom, f!sub, he's a man, misogyny, age gap (reader is 20's, Sy is early 40's fight me), he's lowkey intimidating, slight spanking, allusion to bondage, manipulation, slow burn-ish, maybe more dialogue than necessary, p-in-v penetration, corruption kink, no use of 'Y/n'.

Note: Her father is not the mean Sheikh from the movie lmfao. Reader doesn't even have to be Iraqi, just Eastern that you can TOTALLY imagine yourself as because it's a frickin' story for God's sake! Ps, This blocked me so hard mid-write I nearly abandoned it lmfao, I need a break!

Captain Syverson had always thought the notion of the first touch buzz to be foolish. To quote him in his own words, the electric touch that people claimed their beloved aroused within them was nothing more than a steaming pile of horseshit.

Until now.

As his thick and coarse battle hardened hands cupped the side of the tender face of his dear wife, the Captain's thumb darted out to quickly glide across the perfect arch of her cheekbone before it moved down to the bow of her lips, his body combusting into a thousand flames of raw desire.

Her skin was so tender he feared it may come off if he pressed on it too hard. The structure of her body that adorned her traditional wedding attire seemed so fragile in this moment next to him and in his big old bed that the thought of ever manhandling a thing as delicate as her terrified him. The contrast of her usually confident and intelligent countenance was striking in quality to the humility with which she now offered her submission to him.

His suspicions against his body and strength increased by the passing minute; he felt petrified to even breathe too easily near her. The fear that it may damage her in some way haunted him and filled his lungs with dread. It was not that she was the most petite thing that he had ever seen or she held resemblance to an adolescent in terms of size or any of that weird shit, no.

It was instead the way in which her head bowed in just the perfect way so it indicated respect and submission; not so high that it would seem that she was trying to deny him his station but not so low that it became off-putting. It was an acknowledgement to his power in their dynamic; an agreement of a lifetime.

The man could swear he was going crazy.

There was simply no way he was going to make it through the night with his sanity intact.

It was just the effect she had on him.

If there was anyone to blame it was her.

Because even though he wanted to hide this girl so safely in his arms for the rest of his days that not even a harsh breeze would be allowed to touch her, the erratic way in which his boiling blood sizzled its way through his veins, The Captain wanted nothing more than to just turn her around, press her breathtaking face into the mattress and take her over and over until she was swell with his litter.

Or press his bigger body against hers and take her deep and raw until her mind gave up on consciousness

Perhaps place her between his own legs and feel her mouth around him until his seed spilled from her nose.

Maybe make her mount him and slap her ass that he just knew would be perfect over and over to keep her going even when she didn't want to.

The possibilities were endless from where Syverson was standing.

And he was determined to try his hand at all of them, and more.

His eyebrows furrowed just a little when she awkwardly pecked his lips for the fifth time in a straight row and refused to give him more, cringing away when he attempted to deepen the kiss. The girl that giggled and covered her mouth on which her red lipstick had already smudged was a dead leaf echo of the confident and liberal sheikha -prized daughter of the sheikh supreme- that critically watched the foreign Captain everytime he was around with her bright and vigilant brown eyes so full of scrutiny that it made him, a grown man, blush. It wasn't his fault, really. Her eyes had the most attractive gleam of intelligence to them and the black khol that lined them only accentuated their beauty more.

She had always been so elegant Syverson knew he was a goner the first time his eyes had been granted the pleasure of looking at her. Sat aside her father basking in her confidence, silk scarf draped around her head and body in the most perfect way, a form he could only describe as agreeable always clad in decent clothes, fingers adorning rings with colorful stones and modesty dripping off of every single mannerism of hers.

How could a man not look twice?

And then not consider looking away utterly blasphemous on account of being unappreciative of such godly beauty?

"I- I do not know how to…" Her accent turned his gears just right. "K- Kiss, Captain" oh.

Of course.

Blood rushed to his cock that hadn't throbbed like this in a long time. That was, if it ever had.

And then his sweet, chaste wife just had to call him Captain.

Fuck.

He was going to tear her apart.

And she had no idea.

The obedient daughter, who was never afraid to voice her thoughts and outsmart every man who dared stand against her with inadequate knowledge of the debate at hand, had happily bowed down to her father's wish that she marry the charming and noble Captain -to them a warrior who was not afraid to fight for his country; a man truly admirable- after said Captain had asked for her hand in marriage when he had realized that that was the only way to have her.

Mind, body, soul… heart.

Sure, it had taken Syverson and his rather daft attempts at impressing her some quick-witted answers and astute responses by a rather critical her to realize it.

But she was his bride now.

And that was all that mattered.

"Well, ain't that just dandy?" Syverson realizes just how heavy his breathing really is when his words come out gravelly and almost forced. She is unable to hold his eyes for very long so she stares at his chest instead, a most remarkable coy smile across her lips. The fact that she looks every other man with a taught unaffected sternness but has blushed everytime their eyes have met after the wedding just drives him all the more insane.

Her dark eyebrows furrow as she lightly tilts her head to the side. He has noticed that she has some trouble understanding his dialect. So he caresses her cheek again, this time in a reassuring manner;

"I know you'll figure it out soon. You're a clever lil' thing, ain'tcha?" She looks up just long enough to nod with a meeting of their eyes.

"Yes, Captain" god, even her way of speaking has softened.

The knowledge that he was the only man in this whole wide world whom she treated like this made him want to worship her with his love and devotion in every way possible.

Because The Captain was naturally a very possessive man who did not appreciate ran through goods.

"Alright now, just trust your husband and sit back like a good lil' bride, alright?" It was taking him all of his focus to not just push her back and have his depraved ways with her all night long.

"Y- Yes, Captain."

"Atta girl," before he leaned back in and brushed his lips against hers just long enough to whisper, "now hush and don'tcha try to keep them pretty lips shut on me" he felt her going breathless against him when his mouth fit against the slot of her parted one perfectly; as though it had been created just for him.

She did her best to keep up with as much obedience as her modesty would allow her to muster but the sensation of his mouth against hers, the scratch of his coarse beard across her delicate skin, the wetness of his tongue that took its time swiping against her bottom lip and the way that he didn't have to break the kiss to know that she had extended her had in his direction to take a hold of him to deal with the intensity of it all, the sheer desperation with which he reached out his fingers and clutched hers in an affectionate way that also had a territorial tinge to it was all too much for her to handle.

An unfamiliar thrill that she had been a stranger to until this moment began to patter through her bloodstream. Her heart pounded, her sweat glands soaked, her face burnt and her stomach fluttered.

"Captain" was all she was allowed to whisper in the two second interval the man allowed them to recover their breathing.

"Well, I'll be damned, darlin'" Syverson husked through rushed kisses as he hurriedly helped her lay down with her attire still intact, both too desperate to strip her and wanting to take her as she was, for tonight she looked the most stunning he had ever seen her. "You're so dang pretty I can't even fathom stayin' off ya now that you're mine" a hush of cold breath rushed past her flush lips as her thick eyebrows drooped upwards in reaction to him dipping his face in the curve of her neck.

"I am all yours to do with whatever you please, my C- Captain" her soft hands flew to grab at his shirt as the foreign sensation of a man's body against her skin sent an electric bolt down her spine.

His body was heavy above hers as he groaned at her response and grinded his bulge against her covered sex, peppering kisses all over her skin. "God damn, baby. Your mama sure raised you up right, didn't she?" A loud squeak resonated in the air when the new husband simply could not hold back his passion anymore and bit down on the inviting flesh of her shoulder, letting out a stomach churning moan at her taste and squeezing her sides as the smell of her fragrance oils hit his nose.

"Fuck, baby" it took him all of his willpower and the promise that he could go back for more only easier to part from her. "I can't–" sitting up to kneel over her, Syverson pulled his shirt over his head before tossing it somewhere in the room. "I can't hold back no more" as he leaned back down and placed one hand beside her head to keep himself from suffocating her, the way she looked up at him with wonder, timidity, need, sent a pang of pain to his cock. "Talk to me, darlin'" he gathered her wrists in one hand before placing them above her head, now reaching for the clothed bump on her chest. "You feelin' anything?" A soundless breath left her and she shuddered in such a way that her boobs trembled feverishly.

"S- Strange… a- and… oh my God!" She had to shut her eyes and turn her head to the side when he suddenly manhandled one of her breasts out of the deep neckline of her wedding night dress. Her hands rushed to cover her chest by instinct but her husband's authoritative swat was much quicker and stronger.

Syverson chuckled at the defensive gasp she let out, a crazed darkness floating in his eyes as he pinnned her feverish hands out of his way, coarse palm now feeling up her other breast that was freed as he spoke. "Ain't no God 'round these parts tonight, baby. Just me…" His lips enveloped hers in a right and hungry kiss. "'N you" the way she nervously gulped when he pulled back to stare into her eyes only added to the fire in his body. "Say, baby" he trailed gentle kisses down her chin, along her throat and then down to the fluffy cushions of soft flesh dotted with flush, erect nipples in the middle. A surprised cry jutted out of her mouth and her fingernails tried to claw at his hand that confined them above her when he pressed one wet kiss on each nub. "Ain't this just somethin' else?"

The girl had no idea what possessed her to say what she did, but her hips moved faster than her brain could catch on and her lips worked before reticence could hinder her communication. "I- It is, Captain. T- Thank you" of course she had felt arousal before. Of course she had been wet before. Some of those times she had a certain handsome American Captain to thank for, not that she would ever willingly admit it. But she had never known how to relieve herself of it other than a cold shower.

Her mother had warned her that not every feeling that transpires in one in times of idleness should be chased and she had listened.

But this was not solitary boredom, this was not a devilish lure, her mother wasn't here and it was her wedding night with a man she was slowly becoming sure she would be able to call her dear husband one day.

If her husband was kind enough to be considerate about what made her feel what she could only identify as exciting, she deemed it a stupidity to refuse the treatment.

"Aw, baby" Syverson's hands only part from her breasts so his mouth can greedily latch onto them, his bearded lips pressing all over them before his hand nearly snatches her skirts out of his way since the layers seem to be never ending. "To think that I ain't even begun with ya and you're already thankin' me like a sweet little lady" now his mouth traveled to her stomach and the only word he had for its appearance was perfect. A shudder set in her shoulders when his beard scratched her navel before his teeth softly nibbled away on her skin.

"W- Would you like me to get up and t- take my clothes off, dear?" God damn.

He really had hit the fucking jackpot.

"Hold on now, darlin'" he husked as his fingers caressed her nubs, his hot mouth littering its kisses over her skin further down south. "I wanna take you like this first" the readied rise in the middle of her shoulder blades smoothed out and she settled back into the mattress again wordlessly. "Well now, are you gonna be good and keep them arms up high like a good lil' thing or am I gonna have to tie 'em up?" A drawn out moan sounded from deep within her throat when his chin deliberately brushed against her clothed sex, coarse fingers twirling her nipple between them.

Syverson felt an unconscious clench in the muscles of her thighs upon his words finally registering in her clouded mind. "N- No, I- I'll be good, husband. I promise."

"Atta girl" he praised in a satisfied tone before letting go of her wrists.

It was after that that his hands roamed free and wild all over her form. The Captain kissed, sucked, nibbled, pinched, groped, licked and bit all to his desire, the growing moans of his bride only encouraging him further.

"God damn, if these ain't the sweetest damn legs I've ever seen" Syverson licked away the thread of spit that previously connected his mouth to her now bruised hiphone that he had successfully marked as his territory. The fact that no man had ever seen them and the plan that he made to never let anyone do so either was making his ears hot. His sides were becoming sore with need like he was the virgin.

"And this– fuck, c'mere" he couldn't hold it back anymore. The Captain had always been an ass man and the fact that he was yet to see his wife's backside was making him mad now. Her yelp morphed into a confused giggle when he bundled her ankles in one of his rough hands, having already rid her of her panties, and easily raised both her legs up until her lower half dangling by his hold on her. "Hmmm, I just knew you had a perfect lil' rump stashed in there" his free hand felt her soft cheeks up before he traced his index finger down her crack, cursing at the way they clenched in defense. Then his depravity got the best of him and he wound his hand back and gave a handful of strong blows to her poor behind that started blushing in an instant.

"Oh– ouch!" Her next nervous giggle made him raise an eyebrow as he divided an ankle between each hand and parted her legs to look down at her.

"Think this is funny, do you?" The girl quickly stopped herself nervously. "You know who that's for?" He didn't even mind the giggles, if anything they were rather endearing to him. But the timidity in her eyes was way too sweet for him to pass up. She shook her head no. "Bad little girls who make fun of their fellas, that's who." It was the cock hardening way in which her bottom lip wobbled sensitively that dried his throat.

A young woman once so strong, all commanding and authorative now exposed in such a submissive manner and completely at his mercy.

"S- Sorry, dear" he hummed, reaching for the mound between her legs to roughly feel her pussy up in blunt gropes.

"You can consider those as payback for all them times you thought you could get slick with me in front of my boys just 'cause you were the Sheikh's daughter" her eyes widened and she blushed harder than before.

"I- I–"

"Yes, you" though Syverson's words were crisp, his kiss on her nether lips was tender and perhaps that was the sole reason why she didn't tear up from being reprimanded when she was so vulnerable and hypersensitive like this. "Thought I'd just forget all that brattin' of yours?"

She had to hurriedly sit up for that one and reach for his hands affectionately. "Oh, no" the pure care in her eyes made his melting heart feel as though it had risen into the sky. "It was only that you were not my husband back then, dear," she tried to make him understand, aware that there were cultural differences that needed overcoming, "mother said good girls owe it to their husbands to treat every other man with a serious attitude and indifference!"

She was breaking his fucking heart.

It was officially official.

Abel Ford Syverson was in love.

Soul crushing, earth shattering, sky tearing love.

With a woman who was not only intelligent and gorgeous way past his league but one that respected herself with an unwavering devotion towards her spouse.

"Well, I'll be damned!" He exclaimed with faux surprise that she did not catch up on, much to his expectation. "So that's what it was all about?" Of course he knew.

He just liked her to say it.

It boosted his depraved ego just right.

She apologetically nodded with sincerity. "I swear, my heart." The translation of the endearment caused for his blood to pump through his ears only harder.

Syverson gave her a small smile before sighing a little. "Well, you see, darlin', it did still hurt my feelings a tad" her eyebrows furrowed in regret so he added just to rub it in that much more; "got me a bit of pride to keep up, y'know?"

Now she pouted. "I am sorry, love…" Before a bulb went off in her head and she jumped a little to express her excitement, the action causing her naked boobs to jiggle. "Is there a way I can make it up to you?" There.

"Why, of course!" Fuck, he sounded more eager than a middle schooler. "You gonna have to show that you can make a good little wife" her cheeks flushed as she bit her bottom lip in embarrassment. He continued, aware she was as clueless as a virgin.

Because she was one.

Syverson loved the thought.

He wished there was a way to preserve it -her- all as it was.

"Anything you want, my dear" she replied sincerely as she earnestly pressed his hand that she held to her chest.

The man swallowed the bile that had risen in his throat as his eyes flickered down to where their fingers were intertwined; the valley of her perfect breasts.

"Good girl" his voice came out much deeper than usual. "Go on 'n' take it out, then" the bride's eyebrows raised to express her confusion as she tilted her head to the side.

His dick whimpered and spilled a thick drop.

"U- Um…"

Syverson was getting impatient. "That means my pants, darlin'." He chuckled to lighten the effect of the edge that his tone had held. "I mean, can't exactly make love to ya with 'em on, now can I?" Something pulled taught in her chest and she went to avoid his eyes out of embarrassment.

"Oh… yes" she was breathless as she reached for his fly, face angled downwards.

"Yeah…?" He drew it out on purpose teasingly, dipping his own head earthwards to try and meet her gaze cockily. "Yeah, yeah?" The man kept going unrelentlessly until she had no choice but to respond.

"Y- Yes…" Her nervous fingers slipped over the button of his pants many times but she managed to free him at last.

"Go on ahead now, sugar" he coaxed sweetly, tone in stark contrast to his intentions. "Take it out and let them pretty lil' hands get a feel" her legs instinctively tried to close due to the shame she felt but her husband's huge body hindered her attempt to somehow cover herself. "Well?"

Her eyes darted up to him from where her fingers gingerly rested against the waistband of his boxers and Syverson suspected that she was about to decline because of the way her mouth moved to let out some phantom words. But when he raised a questioning eyebrow in response, she seemed as though it had reminded her of her place against him and she quickly dipped her digits inside the undergarment to reach for his thumping cock.

The first feel of her fingertips connecting with his hard skin was… indescribable. It was as though time ceased, stilling everything else with it and he was enveloped into a cocoon of pure sensation. She was everywhere and inside. Her heat filled him to the brim. Each brush of her delicate skin against his rougher one felt like the stroke of the flesh of an outworldly nymph. Shivers of ecstacy cascaded down his lower back and he was floating already.

The girl nearly jumped out of her skin at the unfamiliar feeling, the moan that he let out along a whispered praise pulling her back in the moment and away from her recoil. The bride's mind reminded her of her duty to her husband and she used her other hand to hold his clothes away so she could uncover his impaler.

"Just like that, darlin'. Just like that" one of his hands went to tangle in her hair. "Go on and rub it for me, baby. You're doin' real good" his free hand reached for her own sex that had secreted its natural moisture in reaction to the sensations she was being subjected to. He groaned at the feeling of her warm pussy and squished his finger through her plump nether lips. "Tell me what you see" her own body was getting feverish by the second, hips and cunt trying to shrink in on themselves due to how violating his sense tingling touch was.

"I- It's…" She raked her mind for an appropriate answer. But it was all too much for her to handle; the pressure to impress her new husband, touching him the way he wanted properly, obeying him, submitting to his handling and then dealing with his intense gaze. "V- Very pretty, husband. Thank you" so she played it the safest she knew.

And the girl could swear she felt him twitch in her palm at that, a pang of pain rising in her wrist as she awkwardly pumped him in a vertical manner.

"Pretty, huh?" A cunning grin spread across his handsome features as he slipped one finger deep within her folds and being the retired playboy that he was, the Captain easily found her pure entrance. "'N' what about the size?" He could not help but moan at the feeling of her balmy walls clinging to his finger. "Ever seen anythin' like it?" Her thighs quivered as his thumb glided over her folds.

"N- No, husband" she answered timidly, afraid to bruise his pride with an inappropriate or unsatisfactory answer that may pose a threat to her chasteness.

"That's right" now he began to speed up his intrusion of her insides. "'Cause you're all mine, ain'tcha?" She quickly nodded, letting out a whine as her eyebrows furrowed at the ache his twisting of one of her nipples caused. "Now tell me," he leaned forward to reach for one of her nubs with his teeth, "did ya ever think you'd land yourself a fella with a cock this big?" He spoke through a mouthful before sinking down on her tender boobs, the tips of his sharp canines digging into the soft cushions of her flesh.

"N- No…" The girl was gasping as she struggled to keep up with his leaking and twitching cock. "T- Thank you, dear!" She added for good measure despite how overwhelmed she was becoming.

"Tell me, baby" the man loved how his naive wife's features scrunched in discomfort but she still sped up her fist that was wrapped around his cock because he prompted her to, hoisting himself further up next to capture her lips against his. "Do you think yourself lucky that you get to have this here cock all to yourself for the rest of your days?" He could not help but fuck into her hand at the sight of the spit string dangling by a corner of her bottom lip as it connected to the wad of spit that she had just released on his cock after being ordered to do so. He felt her cringe at the feeling of her fingers touching her own saliva as she spread it over his cock. But her resolve to obey him did not falter even once regardless of how shy or uneasy she felt.

And that was how Syverson knew he had found himself his perfect little homemaker.

"I- I do, husband" her voice nearly broke. "Thank you so much" the fact that all of this was visibly strange and even uncomfortable to her because she was not familiar with any of this…

The Captain could swear that alone was enough to finish him off.

She was his sacred lamb; a temple undefiled.

Nobody's leftovers; whole in every sense for the beast to take.

What could he say? Colonel Syverson's prized son always won, no matter what.

There was a brighter way of looking at his promiscuous dating history that was in stark contrast to his wife's nonexistent one; it could easily be considered as his physical sacrifice in order to realize and reach his full potential as a man for his future lady's well being as well as pleasure.

A lady that he had found at last.

"Say it" his command was heavy and the rough skin of his finger was like gravel against the buttery tissue of her slick walls. "Say that you're the luckiest lil' bride for landin' yourself the best damn dick you could have ever hoped for" she began to subconsciously move her thumb out of sync with the rest of her digits to swipe it over his tip each time her hand rose to his apex and he couldn't believe just how close he was already.

The Captain was usually a man of stamina and endurance.

But then again it was impossible for the beast to resist his tempting lamb for very long, wasn't it?

"I- I am the luckiest…" She licked her parched lips needily. "L- Little bride for l- landing myself the best d- dick…" Embarrassment burnt her cheeks but pleasing him was more important a priority to her. "T- That I could've ever hoped for…"

He deeply moaned in satisfaction. "My good girl" a quick peck was given to the tip of her nose. "Now tell me, baby. How ya feelin'?" As if on cue, she clenched around his finger with a moan.

Fuck, Syverson had never really preferred a clueless woman until now.

He could literally demand whatever he wanted from her and she would believe him out of her naivety.

His perfect pretzel Princess that he could twist into whatever shape that he pleased.

Or make her do as he desired, for that matter.

With no one, not even his wife herself, to question him or his ways.

He loved the thought.

"... S- Strange… P- Pain… but– hnnn!" Her back arched as she suddenly writhed, nearly going white at the feeling of getting her special spot getting tickled for the first time. It was an ability her husband took a lot of pride in; the renown that he had held in college for being able to find gspots with his fingers alone.

"Feels real good too, don't it?" The Captain snickered heavily as he began to rock his hips into her hand, feeling himself nearing the brink.

"Mmh!" She did her best to respond despite the sensory overload, groaning softly when he forces her band of muscles to expand further by adding another finger to her pussy and repeatedly jabbing her sensitive nerves with their blunt tips, the sound of his skin fucking in and out of her liquids getting louder by the minute. "W- Weird… but…" A drop of sweat trickled down the side of her face as she gasped, eyes widening when her spine jolted at a particular wave of pleasure. "M- More, please."

In the blink of an eye, Syverson had pushed her on her back before crawling up her body like a predator. Before her body could process his fingers leaving her into an orgasm denial, his eager cock was pushing into her. The pained moan that escaped her as her body twisted under his was muffled by his mouth clamping over hers. The Captain grunted as his cock struggled to push its way inside her virgin entrance despite the preparation that he had done. The girl's bottom lip pulled away from the rest of her mouth due to the way he bit down on it to withstand the overwhelming pleasure that sparked everywhere within him.

"Your wish is my command, my darlin' sheikha."

Syverson found himself praying for the first time to any god, deity or entity that may be listening; to freeze time right here in this very moment and never set it free again.

For he could stay like this for eternities and beyond; buried inside his dear wife and protectively enveloped in her loving arms that had never held another like she did him and never would whilst she moaned below him in a pained ecstasy, clenching and nearly knocking out as she experienced her first ever orgasm.

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lesbianjackies · 2 years

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for the baby blurbs: you/reader got hurt/scraped your knee, and mary macdonald comes to help you with like band aids and all <3

omfg this is adorable tysm for requesting sy 😭😭

word count: 165

warnings: reader gets hurt, mention of blood, pet names (baby, sweetheart)

taglist: @gg-is-a-loser @yesshewrites1 @puppy-coded @starstruckwillows @sw34terw34ther @katsukis1wife @regulusblackswhorecrux

“mary, mary, come on!” you giggled, pulling your girlfriend by the arm excitedly.

“(y/n), slow down, you’re going to hurt yourself!” mary scolded, laughing along with you.

“n-no i’m not—whoa!” you tripped, stumbling out of mary’s grasp and onto the concrete. “owww!” you whined, holding your now bloody knee.

“baby, i told you to be careful.” she knelt down beside you and pulled a first aid kit out of her bag.

“i’m sorry.” you sniffled as she carefully cleaned the wound and placed a band-aid on top.

“better?” she looked up at you.

you pouted. “can you kiss it better?” you gave her puppy-dog eyes.

mary smiled, laughing a bit. “of course, sweetheart.” she leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the band-aid. “better now?”

your face lit up and you nodded enthusiastically. “uh-huh!! let’s go now, mary, we’re gonna have so much fun!”

“i’m sure we will.”

you pulled her by the hand again, sure to be a lot more careful this time.

#sy🕷️#elia’s moots 🫂#elia answers requests🖋️#elia’s writing📝#mary macdonald x reader #mary macdonald x you #mary macdonald x y/n #mary macdonald x gn!reader #mary macdonald imagine #mary macdonald fluff #mary macdonald oneshot #mary macdonald blurb #mary macdonald drabble #mary macdonald fanfiction #mary macdonald fanfic #mary macdonald fic #mary macdonald

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lhenrycavil · 1 year

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Why do you always choose Sy? :)

Me:

#henry cavill smut #henry cavill x reader #captain sy x reader #syverson x reader #syverson smut #captain syverson #henry cavil x y/n #henry cavill fic #henry cavill fanfiction

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mushhroooms · 25 days

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-`♡´- Pussy Drunk (Reptile/Syzoth x Fem! Reader)

CW: Smut, no use of Y/N, overstimulation, Syzoth eating reader out, dacryphilia

“Syzoth- Y-You gotta give me a break” You cry out as he dives back in between your thighs, tongue lapping at your trembling pussy, your thighs shake at the overstimulation. “Please- I just came- It’s the third time- It’s too much” You plead.

His lips wrap around your clit and you squeal, your thighs threaten to clamp down on his head but his hands grip the flesh to keep them open.

“Just one more” He practically purrs into your cunt as his tongue slithers its way back into you

You sniffle as you feel tears prick your eyes, your clit is puffy and sensitive, Syzoth holds your trembling thighs in his grip, fingers gripping into the flesh and gently massaging, as Syzoth’s tongue wiggles around inside your cunt, his nose pressed up against your clit, and you let out a shaky breath.

“It’s too much” You sob

“One more, please, for me” He mumbles into your cunt

“Sy-”

As you go to argue he pulls his tongue out of your pussy and wraps his lips around your clit, making you cut yourself off with a scream

Your body trembles and your stomach heaves with every sob

“Sy-Syzoth!” Your lips wobble and your tears flow down your cheeks

Syzoth’s green eyes look up at you, studying your tearful expression and your weak body language

“You’re gorgeous” He groans, his tongue making its way back inside you, traveling in your walls till it reaches your g-spot. You squeal as his thumb goes to your clit, rubbing firm circles.

Your hands grip the sheets desperately, needing something to ground yourself so you don’t have a full-body spasm with your upcoming orgasm.

With Syzoth’s assault on your clit and g-spot, you can feel the pressure building up, your orgasm approaching, you try to get away from him, this isn’t a normal orgasm, the pressure is too much, it makes you want to scream.

Your teeth clench and your tears fall faster at the feeling, Syzoth grabs your hip with one hand to keep you in place.

His eyes are closed, his eyebrows are furrowed, he might be enjoying this more than you are, he looks so focused.

“It’s too much! I can’t- I can’t!” You sob

His thumb speeds up its circles on your clit, making you throw your head back and squeeze your eyes shut, your eyebrows furrow upwards, and your lips fall open but nothing comes out.

“Come on” He mumbles out with his tongue in your pussy.

You feel the scream building in your throat as the pressure builds excruciatingly high.

His thumb speeds up even more and he removes his tongue from your insides once again to wrap his lips around your clit, sucking harshly.

You scream as the pressure releases, your cunt spasming and squirting.

Syzoth hums happily and continues to suckle on your clit, extending your orgasm, finally he pulls away, his pupils blown, his eyes hungry, and his breath is heavy. His chin and lips are shiny with your juices.

“One more?” He asks sweetly

#reptile x reader #syzoth x reader #syzoth x you #Syzoth smut #mortal kombat x you #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat smut

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luvkyu · 3 months

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my love, i still ( mark lee ) part two

mark x male reader

mark is a mess, but he'd never say that out loud.

content : 2.4k words, angst, idol!mark x manager!reader, ex-relationship, some riize, mk is v sweet but the ending will make u guys hate me i fear

part one

"what the hell.." y/n mumbled to himself.

"get it out, get it out!!" anton shouted annoyedly.

"i'm trying!" wonbin screamed back.

y/n watched the scene in front of him. he'd just arrived at riize's dorm to find that somehow wonbin and sohee had gotten anton's foot stuck in their sofa, though wonbin denied any fault in the situation.

"how do you even get a foot stuck in a sofa?" y/n asked tiredly.

"we were trying to prank him, but it just- y'know what, nevermind," sohee gave up on explaining. anton looked down at him with a death glare.

"i don't even know what happened," anton added.

wonbin held the cushions back while sohee tried to maneuver his groupmate's foot out of the sofa springs.

"i feel like i should be helping but i'm having a good time just watching," y/n snickered.

"hyung!" anton whined.

"alright, alright," y/n gave in. just as he was about to help, sohee finally pulled anton's foot out.

"i'm just glad you're wearing socks," wonbin grumbled.

anton rolled his eyes and stomped off to his room.

"anyways, hi y/n!!" wonbin enthused, he and sohee rushing to hug their manager.

"nah, get away from me you troublemakers."

"i told you, sohee did it, not me!!" wonbin defended.

y/n rolled his eyes and hugged the two of them anyways.

"okay, here's your lunch. your schedules are clear for the rest of the day so make sure to rest enough. tomorrow's gonna be a much longer day," y/n said as he set their bags of food on the table. "sohee, can you go get the others?"

sohee quickly nodded and skipped off to retrieve the rest of his members for lunch.

y/n sat down by wonbin and pulled out his phone. he smiled upon seeing a message from mark.

mark :

hey :) we still on for coffee tonight?

y/n :

yes :) sys !!

mark :

okay cool 🤍

y/n sighed and set his phone down. by now, the rest of the group had filtered out into the common room for their food. y/n looked up to see shotaro giving him a smug stare.

"what..?" y/n asked.

"who's got you smiling at your phone like that?" shotaro teased.

"oooh! manager hyung has a girlfriend!" wonbin cheered.

y/n's nose scrunched up in disgust, "girlfriend??"

wonbin's grin faltered, looking between y/n and shotaro - who busted into a fit of laughter that filled their dorm instantly.

"i'm gay, bin," y/n clarified.

wonbin's eyes widened. he quickly covered his mouth to hide his fallen jaw.

"oh, i'm sorry!! you have a boyfriend then!"

y/n chuckled. "no, nothing like that."

"tsk. what a lie," shotaro insisted.

y/n sighed and shook his head. "you guys are so nosy. i'm gonna head out now for some errands. i'll be back late, but call me if you need anything."

"boooo," shotaro pouted.

"remember we need to leave at seven in the morning tomorrow. be ready to go, please," y/n added.

the boys muttered responses as their manager finally departed from their dorm.

"is it true he and mark dated?" eunseok asked.

"i dunno for sure," shotaro answered.

"wait, what??" wonbin was very confused. he almost felt left out. "there's a y/n and mark theory??"

"yeah, but i'd rather not talk too much about it when he's not here."

wonbin frowned at his leader's reply. "i guess that's fair."

"are you and y/n getting back together??" chenle asked excitedly. jeno and renjun stood with him, eyes wide with hope.

mark freezed and in tracks. he was about to leave to meet y/n for their coffee 'date'. he wasn't quite sure what to call it.

"..we're just going for some coffee," mark replied.

".." chenle stared at him. "you didn't answer my question."

mark thought for a second. "oh.. no, i guess..?"

chenle frowned. renjun patted their leader's shoulder from beside him.

"we'll take that as a maybe," he concluded instead. mark rolled his eyes and grabbed his keys to finally leave.

"what's going on?" jisung asked. his brows furrowed at the sight of three of his group members crowded around mark like little gremlins.

"we were asking if mark's getting back together with y/n."

jisung looked at mark and smiled, "of course he is."

"see!!" renjun cheered.

mark would've scoffed and bid his friends goodbye by now, but he was a bit taken back by jisung's sincere reply. the youngest was now comfy on the floor against the couch with his phone in hand, as if his statement was no news to anyone.

jisung felt his leader's eyes on him after a moment. he looked over at mark before lowering his phone.

"what? you are, right?" jisung asked. "..it's y/n. he's it for you. everyone knows that."

mark blinked. he looked back to the other boys, who clearly agreed with jisung.

"i'll see you guys later," mark said with a shake of his head.

jisung's mouth twitched downwards as he stared after mark. he then looked at his groupmates, worried.

"did i upset him..?"

"you didn't upset him. i think he's still figuring out what the fuck he's doing," jeno assured.

"well, he should hurry up," jisung muttered before going back to his phone.

mark stared at his feet as he walked out of the dorm. he knew his friends liked teasing him, but it was like their words were really starting to hit the target.

his watch showed a quarter til ten o'clock, fifteen minutes before he and y/n were supposed to meet at the coffee shop. mark could feel goosebumps on his skin. he hadn't been this nervous in a while.

the coffee shop was a small one; a little hole-in-the-wall of a store. mark found it very cozy and safe, and he was pretty sure y/n would feel the same. he just hoped meeting at the late hour would help them avoid other people for the most part.

once he arrived, he recognized y/n sitting at a table in the corner. the lighting was dim and the smell of coffee beans made the atmosphere even more relaxed.

y/n's eyes fell on mark as he sat across from him in all his glory. y/n felt his heartbeat pick up when he saw that mark was wearing his glasses.

"hi," mark spoke with a cheesy grin.

"hi," y/n smiled. "i haven't seen your glasses in forever."

mark's eyes widened as his hand reached up to adjust the frames sitting on his nose. he chuckled nervously.

"oh, yeah, sorry. i was having a lazy night. i kinda forgot i was even wearing them."

"don't be sorry," y/n smiled again, "i love your glasses."

"really?"

y/n nodded.

"oh.. well, i'll keep that in mind then." a light blush rose on mark's cheeks as he looked down at the table. the whole situation felt a bit weird if he was honest. it felt like they were just meeting for the first time again.

"so how're the guys?" y/n spoke up. although the question was mostly to fill the awkward silence, he was genuinely interested in hearing about the other dream members.

"they're good! jisung is thinking about getting a pet."

"oh cool! does he know what he wants? like what animal?" y/n asked further.

"not yet," mark shook his head. "do you still have your cat?"

"mhm!" y/n replied. mark loved watching the way his eyes lit up. y/n's cat was about the sweetest animal he'd met before, always cuddly and gentle. "she's adjusting to moving back from japan, but i think she's doing okay with it."

"that's good then," mark smiled. "and how's working with riize?"

"it's, um.. interesting!" y/n joked. mark laughed along while nodding.

"no, they're great," y/n continued. "wonbin is very.. baby. and sungchan has this ideology that no one will care if he goes around the dorm barely clothed."

mark burst out laughing at that, causing y/n to laugh along.

"what, does he walk around in his underwear, or..??" mark asked.

y/n nodded. "sometimes not even underwear. sometimes he'll be naked under a robe but he won't pay attention to when it gets loose or moves the wrong way. he's something else.."

mark kept laughing at the image of sungchan strutting around the dorm in just a robe.

"god, that's funny. jaemin taught him well, i guess."

"jaemin is worse," y/n laughed again, making mark's brows raise. "yeah, jaemin does it cause he knows he's hot. sungchan just doesn't care enough to clothe himself."

the two continued laughing at their table. their faces grew red as they clutched their stomachs and sat back in their seats trying to catch a breath.

mark sighed, looking at y/n with a fond smile. "i missed you."

y/n smiled and looked down, "i missed you too, mark."

"..i'm sorry for the way things ended."

y/n's smile faded a bit. he quickly shook his head at the apology.

"don't be. we both handled it as best we could."

"mm," mark hummed. he didn't agree. "but i could've done more. i feel like i let you down back then. i never thought we'd be apart and then when you were gone.. i don't know. the year you were away might have been the worst year of my life."

y/n looked at him, unsure of what to say. mark kept eye contact, refusing to back down like he normally would.

"after you left," mark began again, "there were multiple times when i would go to your old apartment building and just sit outside. like i was waiting for you to come back home. i knew i was kidding myself, but.. somehow it was comforting. like, that was the closest i could possibly get to you, so it was okay."

y/n felt like crying.

"how can you be so sweet and so depressing at the same time?" y/n asked with a small chuckle.

"sorry," mark smiled. "i didn't invite you out to be this sad. we can talk about something else."

"no, it's okay. it's good to talk about that stuff, i don't mind."

mark took a deep breath and nodded.

"so are you living with riize? or do you get your own place?"

"i'm with the boys for now. i don't mind it much, honestly. i like taking care of them."

mark smiled and nodded. he expected as much.

"well, how was japan then? was the work very different?"

y/n thought for a moment. "it was different, yes. definitely took some getting used to. y'know, going from taking care of seven dreamies to just minding my business was odd."

mark nodded, "they'd love to see you. we should all do something sometime."

"yes please."

it was quiet again for a moment. not awkward, just quiet.

"oh, do you want some tea or anything? i think i'll get a drink now."

mark watched y/n get his wallet out while glancing at the menu list that hung by the shop's counter.

"no, i'm okay. thank you."

y/n nodded and opened his wallet, still trying to see the menu so he wouldn't have to stand idly by the register.

a familiar picture caught mark's eye after a second. a polaroid was sticking out of y/n's wallet. it was the polaroid they took together at incheon airport. dream's flight was delayed, so he and y/n walked around for a bit to pass the time. it was pretty empty thanks to the early morning. they found an unoccupied gate and sat alone for a bit, talking and laughing. it was the most fun mark had ever had at an airport.

"you kept it?" mark asked.

"hm?" y/n followed the male's gaze down to the photo. he grinned and took it out. "oh.. of course i did."

mark felt tears prick at his eyes as he held the small polaroid in his hands. they looked so happy it made his heart ache.

mark was handing the photo back to y/n when he felt a chill go down his spine. he spotted someone in the corner of his eye taking pictures. or videos, who knew. it was definitely just a fan, but it was still unsettling. y/n watched mark cross his arms and adjust his mask in silence.

"is something wrong?" y/n asked.

mark didn't reply, only giving a glance to the fan that was holding their phone up at the other side of the shop.

"damn it. let's just go." y/n was quick to return his wallet to his pocket as he and mark got up and hurried out.

"you okay?" y/n checked in. they were now just walking along the street together. mark exhaled and nodded. he pulled his mask down and looked at y/n with a grateful smile.

"i'm fine. thank you."

y/n grinned and nodded back.

it was quiet again for a minute or so. the pair just enjoyed the gentle breeze and the sounds of the nighttime . mark's thoughts started to get the best of him as he glanced over at y/n a couple times.

"can i ask..?" mark trailed off, unsure of himself.

"hm?"

"do you ever, um.. do you think things could, like, be the way they used to be..?"

y/n's breath became a little staggered. "you mean with us?"

mark nodded.

"oh.. mm," y/n didn't know exactly what to say. he would be lying if he said he was over his feelings for mark. but things could get complicated and messy very fast if they weren't careful.

"i don't know.."

mark nodded again. he could feel a lump forming in his throat as he looked away from y/n now.

"that's okay. i don't want to push anything," mark looked up at the moon as he spoke. "you'll always mean a lot to me, y/n. i really do love you."

y/n slipped his hands into his pockets, gazing down at his feet. mark was about to make him cry if he didn't stop soon.

"i think i'll always love you," y/n said quietly. mark finally looked back over at him with a bittersweet smile.

"should we just.. try to move on now? just try to be friends?" mark asked.

"i guess," y/n replied with a small sigh. he wasn't sure what moving on would mean, but he was hoping it was for the better.

they continued to walk together without talking much more, just enjoying each other's company while they could.

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