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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)

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated/Disclaimer 18+

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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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PSA: Haven’t updated in so long but i’ve honestly just been enjoying my summer🫶Hope you enjoy this Dad!sy fic

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ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist · 1 month

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Henry Cavill Masterlist

Here you will find all of my Henry Cavill works, arranged by character and type of work.

One-Shots

Forever And A Day - Explicit - Geralt x Black!OFC - Geralt and Lavinia share a passionate reunion.

Events

You're Mine | Geralt of Rivia + Female Reader + Daddy Kink + “Can you feel how much I want you?” + Darkfic (Sweet Treats Events 2024)

Series

Bright Like The Moon (ongoing)

Touch and Go (possibly ongoing)

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

Requests

Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth - Explicit - Walter Marshall x Reader - You hate everything about Detective Walter Marshall. He feels the same about you. Now, kiss!

Challenges

Fifteen Minutes - Explicit - Walter Marshall x Unnamed Black!OFC - What Walter does with 15 minutes of his time.

Headcanons

Hobbies

Events

A Little Fresh Air | Walter Marshall + Female Reader + Public Sex + “Hmm, you’re not very patient, are you?” + Smut (Sweet Treats Event 2024)

One-Shots

Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe - Explicit - Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader - Clark needs to give over to his submissive urges, specifically he yearns to be tied up and owned.

Some Things You Just Can’t Refuse - Explicit - Dom!Clark Kent x Sub!Reader - A collection of first times with Clark Kent, and one last time.

Don’t Kill My Vibe - Explicit - Clark Kent x BestFriend!Black!Fem!Reader - You help Clark ease the pain of his broken heart.

Requests

Happy Birthday, Cupcake - General - Clark Kent x PlusSize!Reader - Clark surprises you for your birthday.

Praise You - General - Clark Kent x Insecure PlusSize!Reader - Clark Kent loves everything about you, especially what you think are your flaws.

One-Shots

What Are You Doing, StepBro? - Explicit - Humphrey x Stepsister!Reader - You and Humphrey don’t have the best start, but before long you will reach an arrangement.

Requests

Doing Something Unholy - Explicit - Charles Brandon x Reader - This is a prompt fill for some teasing of Charles Brandon and then him taking over.

Series

Scrapbook (finished) - Side characters include Walter Marshall, Evan Marshall, Syverson, and Gus March-Phillipps

One-Shots

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director’s Cut] {DARKER FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Series

Love, Napoleon (ongoing)

One-Shots

I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl - Explicit - Napoleon Solo x Reader - Napoleon wines and dines.

Series

Daddy Knows Best (possibly on hiatus)

One-Shots

Treat Me Like A Slut - Explicit - August Walker x Reader - August has had enough of your antics, and you’re going to pay for it.

Requests

Executive Temptation - Explicit - CEO!August Walker x Employee!Reader - You’ve caught the eye of CEO August Walker. What happens when he asks you to go to his private office?

One-Shots

Sometimes The Silence Guides A Mind - Explicit - Sherlock Holmes x Reader - As you were getting close to Sherlock, he stops visiting. You pop over to Baker Street and share an eye-opening moment.

Requests

The Paganini Problem - Mature - Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader - Being Sherlock’s wife proves to be difficult when a case stumps him.

Series

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

Challenges

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out - Mature - Syverson x Reader - When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU.

Requests

Shape-Up - Explicit - Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches) - Syverson and his girl, Peaches, try and trim his beard without causing a ruckus. Spoiler alert: they fail.

Drabbles

My Little Strawberry - Mature - Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches) - A follow-up to Shape Up. Sy has a conversation with his baby girl while she’s still in your stomach.

Events

Say It Again | Captain Syverson + Female Reader + Phone Sex + “Hmm, you’re not very patient, are you?” + Smut (Sweet Treats Event 2024)

One-Shots

Nothing More Than An Animal - Explicit - Henry!Wolverine (Cavillrine) x Female!Reader - After entering a dangerous biker bar alone, you’re almost assaulted. You are saved by a mutant with metal claws who might be more animal than man.

Walter Marshall (Night Hunter)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Clark Kent (Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League)

Humphrey (Stardust)

Charles Brandon (The Tudors)

Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Napoleon Solo (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

August Walker (Mission: Impossible - Fallout)

Gus March-Phillips (The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare)

Will Shaw (The Cold Light of Day)

Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes films)

Captain Syverson (Sand Castle)

Evan Marshall (Blood Creek)

Melot (Tristan and Isolde)

Thomas Apreas (Hotel Laguna)

Chas Quilter (The Inspector Lyndley Mysteries)

Stephen Colley (I Capture the Castle)

Henry!Wolvie AKA The Cavillrine (Deadpool & Wolverine)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR HENRY

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bradshawssugarbaby · 8 months

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All Dressed Up - Capt. Syverson x Reader

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

pairing: Capt. Syverson x fem!reader

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

word count: 1.8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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littlefreya · 1 year

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Can you write a smut thingy where the reader has uneven and asymmetrical labias, yet henry loves her pussy, and loves eating her out, almost like a starved man.

Hey dearest, I don't take requests at the moment, but if you want to read stories by me that includes oral sex performed on a female I can suggest these since I wrote quite a lot of them :)

Dirty Henry - Henry x Reader ( 18+, smutty smut, oral sex - female receiving, lewd, descriptive profanities that will make your ears burn,praising, outdoor sex, gentle rough sex, creampie. ) A picnic in the rural forest turns into a steamy game of profanities as Henry decides to demonstrate how he would persuade you to be his.

69 works just fine - Henry x Reader ( oral sex, both ways oral sex, 69, need I say more? Graphic description of sex and bodily fluids, soft daddy kink, light brat/daddy dynamic. ) 🎃 NEW 🎃 You challenge Henry about the infamous 69 Position and he is keen on showing you how very wrong you are.

What I deserve - Henry x Reader (smut. Sex talk, phone sex, mastrubation (both male and female), fingering, mentions of oral sex - female receiving, mentions of sexual intercourse, creampie, MaleDom vibes, slight daddy kink, a hint of angst, sex with the ex)🎃 NEW 🎃 Henry and you might not be together anymore, but it doesn’t mean you don’t miss him…

Lace - Sub!Henry x Reader ( Cunnilingus (Oral performed on a lady), man wearing stockings, SubMale / FemDom, powerplay.) Henry suggests a little game of switching and you decide to stretch the limits…

Blue - Henry Cavill x Reader (boat sex, slight oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, soft sex turns rough, doggy style, a bit of Male!Dom vibes, slight ass smacking and pussy spanking, creampie) You tease Henry for becoming old and… soft

Beard Burns - Henry x Reader (Smut, face riding, oral, slight spanking) Henry makes you ride his beard.

Let’s make one of our own - Henry x OFC (Sex, breeding, Oral sex, dirty talk, fluff! ) Henry and his wife waited a while for the right time to have a baby and now when he finally finished filming Witcher2 it’s time to breed,

Insta Stories - Henry x Reader (Smut, Oral) Henry giving you a mind blowing oral before doing a story on Instagram

Lilies - Henry Cavill x Reader (Fluff to slight-smut, graphic post-coitus descriptions, loss of virginity, slight coaxing and slight cunnilingus.) Your first time with Henry is rather painful and he tries to comfort you

Captain Syverson

Feral Collision Part Two - Coach!Syverson x Reader (smut, age-gap - reader is over 18, inappropriate relationship, maleDom, manhandling, jealousy, possessive behaviour, public outdoor sex, oral sex (female receiving), some denial, unprotected sex, hyperspermia (I went there), creampie, loads of dirty talk, mentions of alcohol.) You vowed this could never happen, but the Coach won’t leave your mind. There’s only one way to get rid of an itch…

Captain Cunnilingus - Syverson x Reader (oral sex, oral sex on Sy’s big shoulders while standing up, big dick energy.) Captain Syverson eats his woman’s pussy

Home Sweet Home - Syverson x reader (fluff to smut. Oral sex - female receiving, outdoor vaginal sex, unprotected sex, risky creampie, mention of bodily fluids)🎃 NEW 🎃 Syverson returns from a long deployment to reunite with his woman.

Set me Free - Syverson x Reader ( Explicit Smut, Male Sub / FemDom, bondage, sex toys, oral performed on a male and a female, face-sitting, power play, teasing, unprotected sex, bodily fluids.) Part Two to Let Me In - After a night of being an asshole, getting drunk and then falling asleep when you were just finally getting into the mood. The Captain wakes up finding himself in somewhat of a pickle.

Let Me In - Syverson x Reader (Explicit Smut, semi public oral performed on a woman) You have your very first fight and he is not inclined on apologizing properly. So he is trying a different trick of winning your heart back.

Salt & Iron - Syverson x OFC (Smut, intercourse, 69, mutual oral) PWP - mindless fucking in the Captain quarter. Senses challenge - Taste.

August

Whiskers and Wet Silk - August Walker x Reader (smut to fluff, oral - female receiving, soft possessive August, bodily fluids, August being a bit insecure and jelly.) August comes home to find his princess watching Shadow and Bone and simping for the General and gets a bit insecure and jealous…

A Perfect Day - August Walker x Reader (smut to heavy fluff. Mentions of oral sex performed on a woman, male masturbation, and bodily fluids.) A perfect day in rural italy with the most dangerous CIA agent on earth

Walter

Bark at the Moon - Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader (Smut, lycanthropy, supernatural themes, no strings attached, vaginal fingering, oral performed on female, primal play, cockwarming, slight denial, angst, fluff and romance.) Walter always comes to you when he needs a hard release. Tonight he seems to need it more than ever.

The Kitten and the Bear - Walter x OFC (smut, maleDom vs. Brat) - Collab with @wolvesandhoundshowltogether After a night of drinking in town get Walter’s bratty wife ends up with pure chaos and the overprotective grumpy husband is having none of her shenanigans. | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

Mike

Ghost Stories - Mike x OFC (Greyish, rather dub-con, supernatural themes, stalking, voyeurism, hinted possessive behavior, female masturbation, oral sex (female receiving), slight somnophilia, sex, sex with a horny ghost ) They said the house was haunted, that long time ago a young man was murdered between these crumbling walls, but she never believed in urban legends and spooky tales….

Gus

Before the Storm - Major Gustav (Gus) Phillips x Reader ( romance, fluff and smut, oral sex (woman receiving), a bit of fingering, teasing, a sweater, a pinch of angst. ) 🎃 NEW 🎃 Gus finds way to keep you warm as you both sail on his boat during April.

#ask freya #henry cavill rpf #henry cavill x reader #august walker x reader #captain syverson x reader #august walker #captain syverson #walter marshall #walter marshall x reader

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livesinfantasyland · 8 months

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Moodboards & Gifs Masterlist

Henry Cavill

Date night

Argylle premier

Date in Italy

The one where you meet Henry Cavill and Chris Evans

Henry in his sluty era

Tea date

Happy Birthday Henry!

Romantic Getaway

Haldi Ceremony

Mehndi Ceremony

Sangeet Night

The wedding

Geralt of Rivia

Geralt encounters a mysterious creature

Aretuza ball

Cozy day

Bathing with the Witcher

King Geralt x Queen Reader

Sherlock Holmes

Colonial era lovers (1)

Colonial era lovers (2)

Peacock encounter

Veena and violin

Beauty and the beast

Love blooms in Heeramandi

Victorian Era Ball

Napoleon Solo

Two skillful thieves

August Walker

The one where he falls for someone he can't have

Part-2 of "The one where he falls for someone he can't have"

Moulin Rouge but with August Walker

Captain Syverson

Dating Sy

Charles Brandon

King Charles x Queen Reader

King Charles x Twaif (Courtesan) Reader

Walter Marshall

Journalist reader

Drunk reader

Robert Pattinson

Batman x Reader

Clark Kent/ August Walker/ Charles Brandon

The one where the wife is a serial killer

Gus March Phillips

Gus March Phillips x Spy Reader

Dividers by @saradika

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Gifs

Henry Cavill - Muscle Tech

Napoleon Solo - Pretty Boy

Geralt of Rivia - Naked and sweaty.

Henry Cavill - Immortals interview

Henry Cavill - Argylle Press Junket

Geralt of Rivia - With his clothes on this time

The Witcher Press -1

The Witcher Press -2

The Cavillrine

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geralts-yenn · 2 years

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Pranked

Mikey (Hellraiser) x reader (female reader, no race, body type or physical features mentioned)

summary: your babysitter job took some turns that you couldn't have foreseen...

warnings: smut: fingering, oral (f receiving), protected p-i-v sex. Mikey being Mikey...

word count: 4,3k

A/N: Okay, I wrote this today without a pause most of the afternoon and evening and I decided to post it before I get anxious once again over it. So there will be probably errors.

Mike and any other characters mentioned are not mine and we are far away from canon (Mikey is not dead apparently!) but this is fiction and this the way these characters live in my head...

You went through the bulletin board at your college and finally you found something that appeared to be a good deal. With your plans to go on a road trip with your friends, you were looking for a job to earn some extra money.

Family with four kids is looking for babysitter

Seeking a part-time babysitter for four active children, ages 2, 4, 5 and 6. Help will be needed occasionally on Friday or Saturday nights. Applicant will be required to warm pre-prepared dinner for the children and put them to bed by 7:30. Position is in a smoke-free home with a large dog.

You called the number given on the notice and a friendly voice answered you. The woman invited you over to get to know you and see if you connect with the kids. Half an hour later you found yourself in a nice rural neighborhood looking at an old but well-kept house with a large garden.

After ringing the doorbell, you could hear a dog barking and the voices of some kids. A minute later, a woman opened the door, a cute little girl on her hip and her hand on the collar of a huge German Shepherd. She blew a streak of hair from her face and smiled at you. “Hi, you must be Y/N. Please, come in.” She took a step back to let you enter. Three little boys came running into the hallway and looked up to you. “Mum, she is beautiful!” You and the woman both laughed at the cute remark.

“These are Caleb, Travis and Noah.” She put her hand on their little heads one after another. “And this here is little Daisy.” She nodded at the toddler in her arm. The girl smiled at you and waved with her cute little fingers.

The woman led you into the living room, where you talked and played with the kids.

Hearing the noise of a key and the door opening, the boys left you alone with the Lego bricks in your hand. They ran to the door, shouting, “Daddy!” A moment later a huge guy entered the room, two of the boys each in one arm, the third one hanging on his back.

You held your breath for a second, taking in how attractive the man was. He grinned sheepishly at you when his wife introduced you: “This is my husband Benjamin, but everyone just calls him Sy.” You nodded at him and then gave his wife a small smile, she was one lucky lady for sure.

After another 30 minutes talking with you, they agreed to give you the job and asked you to come over for the first time on Friday night.

It was five o’clock on Friday evening when you were back at the Syverson’s door. Sy opened it for you and led you to the living room where all the kids were running around with their dog Aika. When they saw you, they wrapped their little arms around you and shouted your name. It seemed they already liked you. You dropped to the floor laughing and continued to play with the kids.

Ten minutes later, Sy and his wife came back and your mouth fell open when you saw them both dressed up for their first date in two years. They looked stunning. Sy wore a navy blue button down shirt with his sleeves rolled up and some tight black jeans. His wife chose a jean skirt, a white blouse and tall boots. Smiling, you noticed how both of them couldn’t keep their hands from each other. With a wink, you sent them off, wishing them a fun night.

Though it wasn’t a lie in the job offer that the kids were active, you had a lot of fun with them. You were playing hide and seek and after dinner you put them into their pajamas, built a blanket fort and read your favorite fairy tale to them. When it was bedtime, Daisy was already asleep in your arms and the boys were too tired to argue with you.

After you had them in their beds, you went into the kitchen to do the dishes. Exactly as you were finished and you put the dish towel away, a loud knock on the kitchen window startled you. You turned and saw a figure moving away from the window.

Your heart was racing in your chest and you had to take a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself down. Okay, this was probably just a friend or a neighbor of the Syversons, you scolded yourself. You opened the kitchen door that led to the garden and took a step onto the patio.

The moment that you found the light switch, a gush of cold water hit you directly in your face. You heard a loud laughter that died at the moment that the porch light went on and your attacker realized he hit someone that he didn’t expect.

“Shit, sweetcheeks, who are you? … Fuck, I didn’t want to make you wet … Aaargh, where’s uncle Sy?” You blinked through your wet lashes and looked into the cutest face you had ever seen. Two deep blue eyes stared at you under a bunch of chocolate curls, cheeks flushed red from embarrassment. In his hand, he still held the bucket. You couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous this whole situation was.

“Hi, I’m Y/N! I’m watching Sy’s kids tonight.” You held out your hand. The guy looked at you shocked for another minute before he started to smirk, realizing that you weren’t angry. And to your surprise, he dropped the bucket and wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace. Although you were dripping wet.

When he let go of you, you looked down on yourself and the guy before you. You both were wearing white t-shirts. But while he had just two wet spots where your breasts were pressed flush to his chest, your shirt was totally drenched and therefore completely transparent.

The guy’s eyes followed yours and rested a good moment on your lacy bra that was shining through the wet fabric. When he noticed he was staring, he hastily took off his black leather jacket. “Oh, shit, here, sorry,” he stammered and handed it to you.

You thanked him and put on the jacket. It was cozy and warm and when you inhaled you took in the musky scent that it radiated.

“I’m Mike, by the way! And I wanted to hit Sy, of course.” You chuckled. “Of course!” you repeated mockingly. Mike shrugged, the corners of his mouth curled to a cute grin. You both sat down on the wooden floorboards of the deck. Fortunately, it was a mild summer night, so the condition of your clothes didn’t bother you much.

“Sy’s my uncle. And, well, all the guys in our family have this thing going on where we are trying to prank each other,” Mike explained to you. You wondered if all the guys in their family were as attractive as the two members you already met. If they were, you’d pay money to see them throwing buckets full of water at each other.

Your giggles encouraged Mike to go on: “Sy was the last one to land a strike. He put Kool-Aid powder into our shower head. I guess he wanted to go after Walter, my dad. But I was up early, and so it was me who got showered in red cherry water.” Damn, Mike really did his best to give you some filthy thoughts. You wouldn’t have minded taking a lick on his cherry coating.

“I bet you have never been any more tasty,” you teased him and he bumped his shoulder into yours in response.

“I guess family meetings with you guys are fun. What else did you all do to each other?” Mike leaned back on his arms and closed his eyes for a moment, thinking. You watched him and realized that you were totally smitten with him already.

“Once dad got hold of my cousin Charles’ phone. Charlie is kind of a womanizer, but after Walter switched all the names of the women in his contacts, he had a few weeks when he wasn’t very lucky at getting on dates.” You laughed while taking a mental note to be careful if you ever got to meet Charles.

“Another really good one was when uncle Leon stole the police badge of my dad and replaced it with a fake one, stating ‘most grumpy detective in town’. Which is very funny because it’s true. He only noticed it after four days and damn was he pissed.” Mike chuckled at the memory of his fuming father.

“But the best one ever was when Charles organized some retro gay porn magazines and exchanged every face in there with a photograph of uncle August.” You both laughed. “It’s so funny, You have to know, August sports some ridiculous mustache which made it quite fitting. I sneaked one of the magazines, I need to show you sometime.”

You couldn’t hold back a grin as you answered him: “I can’t wait to look at some gay porn magazines with you.” But in fact the thought of spending more time with Mike was really pleasant.

Mike and you were talking with each other for another few minutes when you heard a voice over the babyphone in the kitchen “Mom?” You stood up. “Sorry, I need to look after the kids.” While you went up the stairs you mentally kicked yourself in your ass. What if Mike thought this was a signal to leave. You should have told him to wait. Because you really wanted to spend more time with him.

Little Noah asked for something to drink but sank almost immediately back to sleep after you handed him a bottle of water. When you went back into the kitchen you saw that Mike was sitting at the breakfast bar. You smiled at him.

“You are still here!” you remarked the obvious. Mike turned to look at you. “Do you want me to go?” You stepped between his legs and shook your head. Mike put his hands on your hips. “Good! But I wouldn’t have left without my jacket anyway.” A flush rose up your neck. “Oh” was the only thing that left your mouth in response. Mike pulled you nearer to him and brushed with his knuckles over your cheek.

The rustle of keys at the front door made you take a step back and Mike dropped his hand. You felt like a teenager that was caught by their parents. Sy entered the kitchen, raising his eyebrows in surprise when he saw Mike. “What the hell are you doin’ here, kid?” he asked.

Mike gave him a short explanation of the events of the night that made Sy frown while at the same time a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. He told you that you could leave now that they were home again and both you and Mike made your ways to the door.

You were already out of the front yard when Sy opened the door once more and called Mike to come back. Mike turned and ran up the stairs when Sy opened the door further and threw a bucket full of water at his nephew. All of you started to laugh. Mike looked down on himself, shaking his head. “Should have seen that one coming.”

Throwing your backpack over your shoulder you turned to Mikey who was standing behind you. “So,... I need to go that way” You pointed along the road. “You’re walking?” Mike asked with a raised eyebrow. You nodded. “No, no, sweetcheeks. I won’t let you walk alone in the dark. I’ll drive you home, okay?”

Mike didn’t wait for you to answer but took your hand and pulled you along the sidewalk. He unlocked his car and led you to the passenger door. You were surprised when he opened the door for you, you wouldn’t have taken him for a gentleman.

You let yourself fall into the seat and fumbled with the safety belt that somehow refused to be pulled down. Mike sat into the driver’s seat and shook his head. “Yeah, that stupid belt is not working properly. Wait, let me try.”

And with that he leaned over you, his chest pressed against yours, his face brushing over your neck. Goosebumps traveled up your arms at the touch of his still wet clothes and curls. He pulled on the strap and finally managed to make it move. “Got it!” he shouted but when he tugged on it he hit you on your thigh. You let out a loud “Ouch!”

“Fuck, sorry!” Mike rubbed his palm over the spot where he accidentally hit you. “God, sweetcheeks, I’m so sorry, I’m an idiot.” You put your hand on his, stopping his hectical rubs.

“Mike, it’s okay.” You cupped his neck with your other hand and pulled his face to yours.

Finally your lips crushed against his. Your kiss was gentle, almost careful at the beginning but as you both realized how much you both wanted this to happen it got heated and passionate quickly. You pushed Mike back into his seat and threw your leg over him to straddle him. Mike’s hands found their way under the hem of your still damp shirt.

The feeling of his warm hands on your cold skin made you lose all control and you nibbled and sucked on his bottom lip, breathing soft moans into his mouth. Your fingers combed through his dark curls. Mike’s tongue brushed against your lips and you opened them for him. He tasted like mint and honey.

Eagerly he pressed himself against you, pushing your back against the steering wheel. And, as if the whole evening wasn’t awkward enough, you got onto the horn and a loud honk ran through the quiet neighborhood.

Startled, you both pulled back, panting. In the next moment a light was switched on at Sy’s house and he opened the window. “God, Mikey, fuck off before you wake up the kids! I want to spend some quality time with my wife. Could you guys make out at your own home like normal people?”

Mike chuckled. “Better use some protection, uncle! There are already too many little Syversons running around!” Sy flipped him off with a grin before he shut the window again.

You had taken your place on the passenger seat again, feeling the heat rise in your ears. Mike started the engine and asked you for your address.

“Uh, actually, I don’t really want to go home already,” you admitted. Surprised, Mike turned his head at you. “Do you want to come home with me?” he asked.

You nibbled on your lip. You weren’t usually someone who went home with a guy on the first date. And, actually Mike and you weren’t even on a date. But, damn, that guy really made you lose all sense of reason. “If you want me to…” you answered him. Mike looked one more time over to you, a wide smile plastered over his face.

He was talking without pause throughout the whole ride, which you thought was fucking adorable. Finally he pulled into the driveway of a small wooden house. “Here we are. Looks like dad is still working so we have the house for ourselves.”

Mike got out of the car quickly and opened the door for you. He took your hands and pulled you into his arms. “I’m happy that I couldn't prank Sy tonight.” he said and pressed a kiss on your nose. Then his hands grabbed your thighs and in the next moment you felt him carry you over to the door. You squeaked in surprise.

“Let me down, Mike!” you said, laughing. “Not happening, princess.” He managed to open the door with you holding onto his neck. You wriggled in his arms but his grip on your legs just got tighter. “Would you stop that, babycakes? This is really distracting!” You gave him a cheeky grin.

Finally you made it to his room and Mike put you carefully down on his bed. “I need to get rid of these wet clothes. Do you want to change into something else, too?” he asked, already tugging on the hem of his shirt. You got up and helped him pull his shirt over his head. You ran your hand over his chest.

“I don’t think I need clothes right now. And you don’t, either.” You had no idea where these words came from. Mikey gulped and fiddled at your shirt nervously. Slowly you helped each other out of your clothes. When you both were standing in front of each other in your underwear, Mikey started to kiss you and slowly walked you back to the bed. You both let yourself fall onto the mattress and lay on your sides. You hooked your leg around his thigh.

After what felt like an eternity of kissing each other and hands, lips and tongues roaming over each other's body, Mike’s hands found their way to the back of your bra. He brushed his fingers up and down over the soft lace, searching for the clasp to open it.

You chuckled and pressed his shoulder onto the mattress. When he lay on his back you straddled him and pointed to the small hook between your breasts. “Here, Mikey!” He raised an eyebrow. “Why do girls' clothes always need to be so complicated?” You both snickered.

Mike tried his luck on the front closure of your bra and was successful after all. You brushed the straps from your shoulder and Mike took in the sight of your bare breasts with wide eyes. He licked over his lips and then he arched his back and dived right into your soft flesh. He rubbed and kissed and licked every inch of skin until he finally stopped teasing you and swirled his tongue over your hard nipples.

You moaned at the sensation when he let go again and the air cooled the sensitive skin of your buds. His hands kneaded both your breasts and Mike sank his head once more between them, spilling kisses all over. He lifted his head to look at you and grinned “Is it too soon to say that I love your boobies?” You just shook your head at the cute dork and he resumed his ministrations on your nipples.

You felt the tension that built in your core and rolled your hip to get some release. The thin fabrics of your underwear couldn’t hide neither the hard bulge that pressed against you, nor the wetness that gathered between your legs.

Mike’s hands roamed over your sides, down your hips and under the elastic of your panties. When he couldn’t find a comfortable position to dive his fingers deeper between your legs, he groaned frustratedly.

His hands came back onto your waist and he lifted you off of his lap and pressed your back onto the mattress. Kneeling beside you, his lips got back to their favorite spot on your breasts while his hand finally slipped into your panties and his fingers carefully parted your folds.

“Hell, you are dripping, sweetcheeks! this is awesome.” Faster as you could process Mikey rolled the last piece of your clothes down your legs. He pressed your legs apart and settled between them. Carefully he lifted your leg and pressed kisses on your ankle. Slowly he travelled up your leg with little nips and kisses. Unbearingly long he spent his time on the sensible skin of the back of your knee.

You took in a sharp breath when he moved further up, his mouth sucking on your inner thigh while his soft curls brushed over your folds. He pulled back and his gaze fell between your legs. You tried to put your knees together, but he stopped you. “Don’t hide! You are gorgeous like that. I guess you taste delicious.”

And then his mouth pressed against your core. His wide tongue lapped through your folds ánd circled your clit. You couldn't help but jerk your hips up. Mike pressed a hand on your abdomen to keep you from moving. You felt the warmth of his mouth all over your pussy, licking around your entrance, sucking on your clit.

When you thought the sensations you felt couldn’t be any stronger he pushed a finger into you. “Fuck! Mike!” you gasped and you could feel his lips forming into a grin on your folds. He added a second finger and slowly pumped in and out of you. He curled them up and when he heard your breath getting faster and felt your muscles cramp around his digits he knew he had found what he was searching for.

He increased his pace and rolled your clit between his lips, knowing perfectly well that he pulled you over the edge with it. Slowly you came down from your high and Mike lazily lapped a few more times through your folds before he crawled back up to you.

“Good?” he asked you with a sheepish grin. “You’re fishing for compliments! You know exactly that it was fantastic.” His grin just got wider after your response. You pulled him down to another deep kiss. Mike rolled onto you and you felt his hard cock press against your middle. You both groaned at the sensation. But to your surprise Mike said: “We can stop anytime, you know? No pressure.”

Could this guy be any cuter? You shook your head. “I’m not finished with you yet, Mike.” You lifted your hips up to press it against him. “I want to feel you inside of me.” He let out a growl and closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. Then he pressed a kiss onto your forehead and got up. He went over to his dresser and rummaged through the drawers.

You wondered for a moment what the hell he was doing, when he held up the small foil package and shouted “Got it!” You laughed. Mikey casually dropped his boxers down on his way back to the bed. As soon as his cock sprang free, your laughter died down. He was big.

Mike kneeled between your legs and bowed down to kiss your belly button. Then he sat back on his heels and slowly stroked himself.

“Are you sure?” he asked you once again. You nodded and smiled at him. Mike opened the package and rolled the condom over his hard shaft. Slowly he ran the thick head of his dick through your folds, gathering your slick.

Then you felt him at your entrance, carefully pushing into you, inch by inch. You gasped as you felt him stretching you open. When he finally was fully settled you both held your breath for a moment. He pressed a chast kiss on your lips and then he began to move.

He started with slow movements, pulling out just a little before he slowly sank into you again. You ran your nails down his back, looking at him pleadingly. But Mike didn’t change his slow pace. You knew exactly that he waited for you to beg.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and pressed your heels into his back, forcing him to go deeper. When he still didn’t move faster you decided that you have to give in. “Please, Mikey, harder!” He chuckled and finally he pulled out of you almost completely before he thrust back into you fast and hard. You screamed and put your fist on your mouth.

Mikey’s hand shot up and pulled it back. “No one here who can hear you, no need to hold back.” And then he entwined his fingers with yours and started to fuck you senseless. You felt your second high building up soon.

You were panting and squirming under Mike’s tall frame. Mike’s handsome face tensed and he pressed his eyes shut. He was close, too. He lost his rhythm but rutted into you fervently.

A few more thrusts and you came undone. Your walls were pulsing around him and brought him to his own climax. He pulled out of you and you whimpered at the empty feeling between your legs. Mike pressed a kiss on your thigh and then got up to get rid of the condom.

When he got back he held out a towel for you. “Thank you. But I need to go to the bathroom,” you told him. “Oh, sure! Mike opened the door to his room and pointed to his left. “Second door on the right.” You made your way to the bathroom, hoping you wouldn’t run into Mike’s dad.

Gladly you were back in Mike’s room without any awkward encounters soon. You grabbed your clothes when Mike took your hand. “You could stay if you want to,” he said softly. You smiled at him and pressed a kiss on his cheek. “That would be nice.”

Mike looked through his drawers once more and held out a shirt and some boxers to you.

You both crawled onto the bed and Mike put his arm around you, pulling you into his chest.

“Goodnight, sweetcheeks! So happy that I made you wet.” You slapped your hand on his chest but giggled nevertheless over his bad pun. Then you kissed lazily until you both drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up, Mike was still snoring silently next to you. Carefully you wriggled yourself free under his arm. You really needed to pee. On tiptoes you walked through the hallway and opened the bathroom door.

You froze when you looked up at the tall man standing at the sink. His bare back showed some well defined muscles and he stared at you through the mirror with a raised eyebrow. His lips were pressed to a thin line, almost invisible with his wild beard. So this must be grumpy Walter, you guessed.

#mike hellraiser fanfiction #mike (hellraiser) x reader #mikey hellraiser #my writing #mike hellraiser #mike (hellraiser)#mikey being mikey #mikey smut

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deandoesthingstome · 1 year

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Welcoming Committee - Part 12

Pairing: Captain Syverson X Reader/OFC (Drea); August Walker x OFC (Genevieve/Neve); Captain Syverson x OFC (Genevieve/Neve); August Walker x Reader/OFC (Drea)

Word count: 971

Series Summary: You and Sy have been together for three years, but you still like to mix it up. The new neighbors down the street give you a chance to do just that.

Masterlist for series warnings. Heads up: this is 18+ ONLY

Chapter Warnings: p in a straddled reverse cowgirl, oral f receiving, mention of m masturbation, surprise!

August kept me spread wide for Neve and continued to thrust up into my ass. I was past the point of any resistance, not that I was interested in preventing any pleasure about to overtake me, but at one time I might have subconsciously thought I could delay the gratification by tensing against his push and her pull.

I dared one more glance at Sy, wide-legged and enraptured on his private island across the room and I knew exactly what he was thinking about. In less than twenty-four hours, he'd have me locked down on our own bed and he'd be describing to me exactly what he was seeing right now. And he'd tell me how he would never forget the night so early on in our courtship when I'd grabbed his neck and pulled his ear close as he was absolutely railing me into the bed and I'd whispered in his ear to tell him how hot I thought it would be if he was instead sitting in a chair across from the bed watching someone else fuck me into the mattress. The way he groaned back at me, whipped his head to capture my lips with the scorching hot kisses I'd come to crave, and began to fuck me harder and deeper than I ever thought imaginable. That was the moment I fell for him completely and he said the same the next morning when we rehashed the night.

We spent the next few days laying ground rules, sharing fantasies, admitting desires, and promising each other forever. Our friends were only mildly shocked when we announced we'd done more than gamble on our impromptu Vegas trip the following month. Neither of us needed or cared for the trappings of a traditional wedding, or marriage for that matter. As evidenced by the way Sy sat perfectly content, stroking his giant cock with a look of sheer adoration as his friend impaled me over and over on his dick and his friend's wife licked, sucked, and fingered me to within an inch of the most intense orgasm I'd felt in a good, long while. Sy knew I needed this.

It wouldn't take much longer. Neve had taken August's lead and was now alternating her soothing licks and nips with sharp taps from her fingers and my pussy was pulsing with a tightness that could only mean one thing.

"Fuck, Neve," I whimpered. "So fucking good. Please, Sir. Will you let her let me come?"

August growled in my ear, the roar pairing nicely with the increased speed of his hips and though I couldn't see it, I could tell he was nodding down to her because her eyes darkened with intent as she slipped two fingers back inside me and circled her thumb across my clit. I could feel her press the backs of her fingers against August as he slid up and down inside me and then she pulled forward and focused all her attention at the soft, spongy bundle of nerves that was about to explode.

I lost sight of Sy and I could no longer hear him praise me from across the room. The blood rushing in my ears and the blinding lights exploding behind my eyes as the release inched closer shrouded me in a floating haze of impending bliss. When Neve finally flicked her fingers free and rubbed my clit and pussy lips hard, I let loose with a wail I don't think anyone in the room expected.

Neve smiled wide with pride and opened her mouth to receive the gush she and August had coaxed from me. It was short-lived, but she clearly wanted more and I knew I had it in me.

"Again. Do it again, Neve. Please!" I begged and she complied, alternating the press of her fingers and thumb and tongue in the secret code she'd so adeptly discovered before drawing her hand back to give a few sharp slaps and a final rub to release another gush and wave of vibration.

August gave a final thrust before he jammed his hips against mine and stayed connected, pelvis to ass as he pumped his load into the condom. I wished I could feel his hot seed dripping from me, but the extra swell of his throbbing member was still enough to send a last shockwave through me leading to one last gush of clear, sweet liquid for Neve to lap up.

When she was done licking me clean with a few gentle nips for good measure, she stood and helped August ease me off his cock. I collapsed onto the couch, drawing Neve close with me as we tangled our legs and intertwined our arms and relaxed into a heaving mess of cuddle.

"You good?" August leaned over to ask with a gentle whisper and a soft caress to my cheek, no longer playing Sir with me. When I nodded assent, he told me "Good girl. Stay right here and we'll get you cleaned up."

I couldn't really say how long he was gone, but a glass of water was eventually pressed to my lips and I felt the soothe of a wet, warm towel drawing soft across the pleasant ache between my thighs. Neve still cooed sweet nothings in my ear and I had a vague notion that I'd like to ask Sy if he and August could agree to let her and me have something private, just the two of us, sometime. Maybe often.

I had only ever felt so safe in the warm embrace of one other person, and right now that person was making his way over to our couch to slip in behind me and tell me how he was gonna have a hard time waiting till tomorrow night to relive the memory of this one.

#captain syverson fanfiction #august walker fanfiction #captain syverson #august walker #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill characters #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson x reader/ofc (drea)#august walker x ofc (genevieve)#welcoming committee #mine #deandoesthingstome

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022, Day 23: Water Play

Filthy Little Peach

Summary: Sy has a new toy for you

Pairings: Captain Syverson X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, toy play, D/s dynamics, choking, slapping, degradation, cock worship, temperature play, sex denial, overstimulation, mentions of somnophilia, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 650

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

“Peach, I’m home,” Sy’s large body walks into the house, and you struggle to right yourself. Pulling down his shirt, and you stuff that toy in the drawer. Jogging out to meet him at the bedroom door. “Why are you breathing so hard?”

“I’m not,” you try to steady your breathing, and he looks over to the bed. It was made, but there was now a bit of disarray. “You’re home early,” yeah, you know that was a pitiful attempt at hiding how breathless you were.

His hand cups your mound quickly, and he tilts his head, “Oh, Peach. Why are you so fucking wet?”

“I knew you were coming home. My pussy always gets ready for you.”

“You were playing with yourself, weren’t you?

”“No, Captain, I wasn’t.”

He backs your body up to the dresser on his side of the bed, and opens up the toy drawer. Pulling out your favorite toy, and he holds it up for you. “Why is this so wet, and it smells, just like you?”

“I was horny, Sy! I need to be fucked! Please, just fuck me!”

His hand wraps around your neck, and he pushes you into the bathroom. The power he has physically, but also has over you making a fresh flood go right to your sex, it was intoxicating. “Why…where are you taking me?”

“Get undressed,” all you lack is pulling off his shirt, and when you do, he gives your tits, and pussy a few slaps. “Since my wife likes playing with toys, I got a new one for you.”

“Sy, I want your cock!”

“And I told you that if you were going to play with yourself, I wanted a fucking video call or photo every time you need to get off, and I didn’t get that. Now, get in the fucking tub,” his voice was low and gravelly, and even that makes your pussy quiver. “Go on. I’ll let something new stimulate that pretty clit.”

You sit into the tub, while Sy reaches into one of the cabinets, bringing out his new toy for you. He enjoyed making you weak before he fucked you. It was a pleasuring torture, but today, you just wanted that thick cock. “Uh-uh, spread your legs. I want to see that dirty filthy little cunt.”

He ties the new toy to the water spout, and turns on the water. Pulling your body down, until the water flows over your cunt. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, because it truly felt amazing. The water is soft and yet still beating hum on your bundle of nerves. He turns the temperature of the water cooler, and you whine at the change. Leaning back on your elbows, your hips thrust you into the tiny waterfall. Turning the temperature back up, your head tilts to the side. And Sy stares lovingly at your cunt. Your voice mewls out his name, because it’s him you really want. “Cum,” he growls, putting the water on full speed.

“Ahh! Ahh! S-s-s-Sy!” Had you not been in the water, you’re sure you would have made a mess. Your hand goes to grasp his arm, but he pushes it back in the water. “Sy! I came, I want you now.”

“Fucking is a reward, and you haven’t been good. Now I’m going to make you cum in this bathtub until you pass out. And then, you’ll get my thick cock. But you’ll be so blissed out, you won’t even feel me. And I’m going to fuck you so good. Choke you, just how you like.”

“Sy, please, don’t.”

“Oh yes. And maybe next time, you’ll listen to one simple rule. Is it that hard? Or have I fucked you that stupid?”

“You have.”

“Don’t butter me up, Peach. You’ve been a bad girl. I’ll fuck you into the mattress, and all that will remain is how fucking sore you’re going to be.”

“You’re mean.”

“And you’re so bad. My filthy little Peach. Now, lean back and let me enjoy watching this magnificent cunt. You’re ruining my view.”

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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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peyton-warren · 2 years

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Blinded by The Fog Series

How the loss of the love of your life led you to the arms of the man of your dreams.

Summary: Reeling from the loss of your husband in a tragic accident in Bolivia, you throw yourself into caring for the other women left behind, avoiding your own care. Along the way you meet another Army Captain who helps you see you should be cared for too. You grow closer to the new man in your life only to find out a few months later that your husband is actually alive but in hiding.

Fandoms: Sand Castle & The Losers (Also Henry Cavill and Chris Evans Characters)

Characters: Jake Jensen x f!reader, Syverson x f!reader, Franklin Clay, William Roque, Cougar, Pooch, Jolene and OCs.

Warnings: 18+ only, minors DNI, grief, loss of spouse, loss of found family, insecurity, self doubt, guilt, pregnancy, infertility, miscarriage, cheating (if unintentional), male on male violence, military-style violence, sexy times, age gap (male early 30s, female early 20s) Each chapter will have specific warnings.

Chapters

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4 , Part 5, Part 6 , Part 7, Part 8, part 9

Part 10 Coming soon

Asks

Director's Cut- Behind the Scenes I - Syverson's perspective during Parts 4, 5 and 6. Playlist

Drabbles

(Mostly about Reader and Jake's lives, in chronological order, not posting order)

High School

Starry Night Drabble

Jensen realizing he’s in love

Reader realizes Jensen is her goober

Scarf Drabble

College/Military training years

Baking Drabble

Cookies Drabble

Established Relationship

Silence Drabble

Hot Chocolate Drabble

Who Stole My Homework?

Author's Note:

Original prompt from an online plot generator -

"You are the wife of a soldier who is missing in action and presumed dead. His best friend, who survived the war, offered you comfort and companionship, and over time love blossomed. A year later, you learn that your husband is alive and is coming home. Now you must confess to him that you have moved on—or have you?"

I mean who else was I going to put into that prompt??

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reveluving · 3 years

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the lady in the middle

rick flag x milf!reader x captain syverson (+ fic recs)

warnings: smut (minors DNI!); threesome(?), petnames, fingering, mutual masturbation, oral sex (f receiving + slight m receiving), sex toy (butt plug), squirting, praise & domestic kink (+ fluff)

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rick’s finally escapes belle reve’s clutches whereas sy and his crew had to transfer somewhere a little further. coincidentally, they moved to the same neighbourhood, in the same row, minus sy's comrades that's living a few houses further. only their respective homes are separated by another one.

of course, the neighbours heard of the new wave of veterans simultaneously moving in. who wouldn’t notice, especially the main two; tall, broad and handsome, as the shameless women would describe rick and sy. others, too, but truth be told, they’re awfully explicit. think of the children, linda!

they’ve met the women in the neighbourhood — not because they wanted too, it’s hard not too, though. they’d so happen to pass by, whether it’s in front of their homes, in the park for a jog or even the grocery store. sy’s no-nonsense personality has caused quite the stir and yet, that only seemed to reel them in. rick is a little more respectful but nonetheless firm when they’d invade his personal bubble.

that is, until they meet the ‘lady in the middle’, a.k.a. the neighbour living in between them.

well, not exactly meet per se. not yet. rick was chatting with the elderly couple, mr and mrs williams, living next his home. at first, he listened to their, or specifically, mrs william's endless stories out of respect, but then she starts to talk about you, she sounded like she was talking about her own child.

"oh, (y/n)'s an angel, dear! helps me with my groceries all the time. her kids are absolute sweethearts too!" ah, a mother, "never understood how no one's put a ring on her finger yet,"

oh?

"don't even seem like there's a man in her life since coming here," mr willaims remarked — quite the blunt man but he loves his wife like no other. a fact that rick finds quite endearing, honestly, "billy and tommy's always been her priority,"

ah, a single mother.

"you should meet her some time!" mrs williams grinned, "surely you'll too get along,"

"I'll be sure to say hello, ma'am," rick wasn't exactly lying. he replied the way he did not to only because he doesn't have the heart to say no to the welcoming elderly but in all honesty, he's not sure what to expect. at most, he thinks you're another suburban mom, just not the same as the one that's been shamelessly flirting with him. sometimes in front of their own husbands.

he definitely didn't expect that the single mother mrs williams’ been talking highly about is truly the definition of her words; an absolute sweetheart. plus, easy on the eyes too.

it happened when he visited the mini mart for some eggs. he took notice of the multiple bags of groceries as mrs williams’ paid at the counter. rick was ready to help her out when two boys, no more than seventeen years of age, came into view and helped with her stuff. at first, he thought they were her nephews until she spoke up in utter joy.

"your boys are truly are an angelic duo," she turned to the young lady next to her and from then on did he finally realized that this was more than a random customer.

no, this was the infamous ms (l/n) and holy shit.

you're a babe. supple (s/c) skin, gorgeous (h/c) hair and a radiant smile that practically lit up the room. judging from your clothes, seems like you just came back from the gym.

who knows how long he stood there, contemplating whether to greet the group or hide behind the nearest shelf.

but oh good ol' mrs williams — always one step ahead it seems.

"there he is!" she called him over and he knows it's too late to cover his face in his puffer jacket. so, with the egg carton in one hand, he waved with the other before approaching the one person he honestly doesn't mind meeting, "rick, this is (y/n), the one I've been telling you about! and these are her boys, billy and tommy,"

the boys looked nothing like you and it's obvious why. if mrs williams didn't tell him beforehand, he would've thought you were their adult sister.

"ms (l/n)," he greeted with a polite smile, only to wince when mrs williams tapped his leg with her cane.

"now, now, you two are still young! no formalities," both of you blinked at the her request. you sheepishly smiled, hoping he'd be okay with you addressing him by his first name.

"are you okay with me calling you rick?"

oh, fuck yeah.

"you're more than welcome to if you're okay with me calling you (y/n)," he joked lightly, prompting a chuckle out of you as mrs williams watched you in glee. rick introduced himself to the boys and vice versa and unsurprisingly, they have better manners than his 'former teammates' as a whole.

along the way, he learned that you're working as a part-time instructor in the local gymnasium, specifically flying yoga. while the aerial workout is nothing new to him since as it used to be harley's go-to, he's always felt indifferent about it. cool, yes, but nothing more.

now that he knows you're doing it, his imagination's going just a little wild.

at the end of the whole meeting, everyone went their own way, despite living closely to each other, continuing with their usual routine.

well, minus rick who hasn't been able to get the image of you naked and tangled up in those silks but you get the idea.

how you met sy, on the other hand, was a little different and mrs williams didn't have to do anything with it.

no, he was visiting the gymnasium with his crew. the upside of the local gym is that it's huge—so much so that it's complete with a pilates and flying yoga studio, but they didn't think much of it.

not until they passed by the studio, at least.

"this is the flying yoga studio. opens on wednesday's and thursday's. my sister's personal favourite because of the instructor," the employee opened the door ajar before peaking in, "speaking of, there she is right now,"

at first, they thought it was his sister, considering that he didn't specify who 'she' was, until he greeted the person in the room.

"hey (y/n)!" !

"hey keith!" !!!

suddenly, they're awfully curious to see how this '(y/n)' really looks like.

"finally considering the class with your sister?" they hear you teased.

"you wish. just showing some new members around. mind if i bring them in for a bit,"

"not at all!" they expected you to greet them behind the door when keith swung the door open. the last thing they anticipated was to see you mid-air, gracefully intertwined in the hammock. you turned your head to the new faces and waved enthusiastically.

"hi there! sorry i can't come down right now, my course's starting in a few hours, but it's really nice to meet you guys!" simultaneously, you untangled the fabric off of one leg, leaving the other straight up.

sy was doing a better job at hiding the throbbing mess happening in his lower region but he probably can't say the same for his crew. somehow, he feels a new kind of emotion. or at least, an emotion he hasn't felt until he moved into reve road. this insatiable hunger; something he hasn't felt for any women he's been with.

shit. and this is the same feeling he had when he first saw you with billy and tommy just days ago. you weren't doing anything, just greeting the two in excitement by the door when they came home from school.

it's the first time he's ever felt compelled to greet someone.

"syverson, right?" he snapped out of his stupor at the sound of his name and looked up at you. he curtly nodded, "it's nice to see you again. my sons aren't causing any trouble in your yard again, are they?"

he chuckled lowly, ignoring the hitched breaths coming from the rest because one; you have sons?!

and two; syverson's more or less smiling! while it's not their first time seeing the uptight man express a positive mood, let alone with a woman but in all honesty? they could recognize a forced emotion when they see one, and this is not one of them.

"not at all, ma'am. they're honestly more respectful than these boys right here," whatever possessed the brooding captain into loosening up right in front of his comrades was uncertain, "please, do what you must. we'll be on our way,"

in reality, he didn't want to leave, and he knows damn well his comrades don't wish to either.

but he'd be damn if he lets them stay any longer than he'd like.

"fuck, we got a milf in the area,"

"isn't she the girl that the other moms' been gossiping about? shit, i see why,"

"you think her flexibility applies to when she's in bed?"

sy narrows his eyes at the poor saps drooling over the one person he's finally shown interest in.

but fuck, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about you in the most sinful positions, with or without the hammock. he felt pathetic having to work on his own release that same night rather than a one-night stand as per usual. but how could he, when he's busy thinking about how your pretty pussy would feel milking his cock?

hey, he's an asshole to some degree but he has a heart. somewhere.

so, you've got two sexy military men pining for you. the question is; who do you choose?

at first, i planned on making separate smuts.

but, if you're like me and say "damn, that's too much work, and they're both hot as fuck", then ma'am, do I have a treat for you!

why not both?

yes. both!

it's friday night — billy and tommy are at a friend's house for the weekend, excited to play that new call of duty game they've been telling you about so now you're on your own. so, what better way to spend the night than to visit your old favourite bar? you haven't been there for a while so now's a good time, right?

you recognized almost everyone in the room; some of the girls from your course, billy and tommy's seniors, hell, even the condescending group of moms without their husbands.

good. the last thing you wanted was a bunch of middle aged-men drunkenly breathing down your neck without boundaries.

the bartender, 'boss', as many called him, greeted you enthusiastically, dramatisizing your lack of presence but nonetheless glad you didn't forget him nor the bar for another that 'met your city-girl taste'. you ordered your usual and chatted up with Boss until a group began to make a ruckus in a corner. he excused himself with a huff, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

specifically, your two new neighbours.

it's a coincidence that they both had anything to do with the military, let alone moving in with you in the middle. while you weren't around in the first few days of their arrival, words tend to spread very quickly. the first time happened when mrs williams called to notify you about your new neighbours. then, keith was telling you how you had nearly ten new students in one day after rick, along with sy and his team days later, came to the gym for a membership.

by the sounds of it, they sounded like they were the real deal and the same day you came home, you were nervous.

as conceitedly quoted by keith's sister after a session of pilates one thursday; "that angry mom club would do anything to be in your shoes."

hell, if only, but you doubt one of them would them would be interested in you, let alone both.

oh, hunny, you really spoke too soon.

you turned in your seat and settled for people watching and didn't pay any mind for the women cackling at you for coming here alone. but that didn't last long.

"(y/n)!" you jumped a little at the sight of rick entering, even more so when he called your name as soon as he saw you. he loved your closed-eye smile — he felt like he mattered to someone, even for a little.

"hey rick!" you tried your best at hiding your nerves when he made a beeline for you. it didn't help that the shirt he was wearing was practically hugging his torso, showing off every nook and cranny of his muscles.

(ma'am, you're missing the look of disbelief in those nosy moms' faces!)

"didn't expect to see you here, darlin'," you learned that rick is no stranger to petnames (for you and you only), but this is his first time using 'darlin' and quite frankly? it felt natural using it.

"tommy and billy's friends are having a sleepover so they left their dearest mother alone to spend the weekend," you pouted cutely, unaware of the impact it has on rick. he quickly distracted himself by calling boss over once he was done diffusing the mayhem at one of the tables.

thinking back, you don't remember the last time spending the weekend on your own. usually, at least one of the boys were with you.

but, while you missed your boys already, this is also a great opportunity.

what, you didn't think you could go on with you day without touching yourself after meeting the military gentlemen, did you? it's a miracle that you didn't before but a single mother's schedule works wonders when it comes to distractions.

"alone, huh? don't have any plans with friends or...?" he drawled before taking a sip of his drink, hissing at the profound aftertaste.

"i would but after all that extra sessions in the gym? i'd rather stay home," just the thought of waking up past eight in the morning, no 'mother tone' unless one of your boys calls and most importantly...

your well-deserved 'me-time'.

unless you're lucky with rick or sy. or both.

haha jk.

unless...

no. ain't no way they're interested. not even for one night. ever.

rick, on the other hand, tried not to think too much of your jaw-dropping yoga moments. but it's too late, to be honest. he's glad he chose a shirt with a longer hem when he came here.

but it wasn't just that. he wished it was 'cause it would've been much easier. no, it was more than just you in these suggestive positions.

it's your duality. like sy, rick took you as the approachable and almost shy sweetheart next door and nothing more.

but as months passed by, they began to realize the true definition of 'in evil, there's kindness'. for years, their lives were filled with details that no man would wish to even acknowledge. not especially the residents of reve road. so it's not surprise that the things they went through turned them into the way they are; slightly reserved and almost brutish to many. they're used to people come and go, depending on the context.

when you came along, or well, they came along and met you. and almost immediately, they were able to describe you in ways that they didn't even know were in their vocabulary.

it's your caring nature which doesn't limit to tommy and billy. sy, rick, mr and mrs williams, hell, even one of the angry mom club members for whatever reason. you care but you weren't naive either. you've seen the real world and even survived it plenty of times. how did you think you were able to care for the boys in the first place?

of course rick couldn't ignore you. how could he when you're the only person who'd wish him to 'stay safe' every time you two saw each other every morning? when you left him that small box of homemade chocolate truffles after he told you it's his favourite? or when he knocked on your door one night.

he couldn't sleep when all he could see in his dreams were the darks parts of his missions and it went on for days. until you pulled his head onto your lap, stroking his messy hair as he silently let out a tear or two.

he woke up the next morning refreshed and comfortably wrapped in a soft blanket that smelled like you. he couldn't find you around nor the boys around, only to find a piece of note which read:

'gotta send the boys to school, there's some breakfast sandwiches in the kitchen for you :)'

he ate his food in silence and while he would've preferred yours or even billy and tommy's presence, he hasn't felt this at ease as he is now. the sense of calmness at how... domestic, if he's making sense.

from then on, he'd always ask about your well-being. just a simple 'everything okay?' or 'anyone bothering you?' since the it's the least he can do.

he won't admit it but he absolutely adores assisting you in picking billy and tommy up in school.

normality was one thing, but it gives him a reason to glare at anyone who looks at you the wrong way.

well, he does it too but he knows his boundaries.

and then, there's syverson. that brooding bastard.

rick's words, not mine.

they've met a couple of times, mostly when they're both out to check their mailbox or in the gym working (or trying to catch a glimpse of you).

and by met a couple of times, i mean 'nodding curtly at each other and be on their way'.

upon meeting you, there's an unspoken rivalry between the two. now no longer greeting with a silent nod but instead, staring down at each other. loathing, for lack of a better word.

sy growing closer to you was just as personal as rick's.

walking home together whenever you both are at the gym, meeting and helping the williams' as your parents when he stumbled upon you tending their flowers (and unknowingly making him the second candidate for you by mrs williams) but there's one night in particular that stood out to him the most.

he found you standing on your front porch, marvelling at the starry night. you seemed absolutely content and without a care in the world. he couldn't help himself by doing the same and tease you a little.

"first time seeing the stars?" you lost your composure at the husky voice coming the house on your right. through your attempts to calm you rapidly beating heart, you chuckled.

"no, just a little amazed to see so many," it's true — it's not often you'd see the sky littered with them so you're taking in as much as you can.

"the boys not at home?" he didn't think he'd actually seem interested in knowing the boys' well-being but here we are.

"nope, they're in the city with their cousins for the night," they're not even in their 20s and you're already worried of the day that they might not need you anymore. you know they'd still love you but they'd have their own lives, meaning you might not be their main priority.

noticing the change in your demeanour, sy did the courtesy of changing the subject.

"you had your dinner already?" you shot him a thankful smile before shaking your head.

"not yet. making lasagna, though. you?"

"i was just about to make something," he's not a michelin chef but he knows how to cook the necessary.

"why not join me?" you surprised both him and yourself by your offer but you could really use some company. sy's always been laidback with you and you hoped you didn't tarnish that by doing this.

"you sure? don't wanna cause you anymore trouble by making another plate,"

"please," you snorted, "i made enough to keep as leftovers for when the boys come home,"

thus, that's how he spent the night. your house was cozy and the dinner was beyond his expectation. nothing could beat a good home-cooked food, let alone when so much love is put into it.

he didn't leave right after dinner, not when he's already deep into whatever the conversation was that night. he felt at ease for once — obliged to, even. no facade nor fear of showing weaknesses, even for a few hours. he went back home just hours before tommy and billy's arrival. despite not wanting to when you seemed so relaxed in your bed. he stroked your hair for a few minutes and on his way, even if he was tempted to kiss your forehead.

none of you spoke up about that night, but you may or may not have noticed how laxed he became with you and even your boys. he never had any issues with them, he wanted to make sure he's not the reason why they're scared to be out in the front yard whenever with him.

you thought he was just finally loosening up to you the same way rick trusted you with his feelings. you didn't think it could go beyond that.

but the universe had other plans, thus brings you to the bar today.

'stay home,' rick contemplated whether to do the thing he's always wanted but what's stopping him is rejection. he can accept it but the aftermath of it? where there's a possibility you won't talk to him the same way anymore?

that terrifies him. and he needs a moment.

"i'll be right back, okay?" he stood up from his seat and navigated the cramped restroom somewhere. you wondered if you brought up anything bad for him to run off like that but stayed put nonetheless.

and just like before, your lack of company didn't last long.

"(y/n)?" your stomach flipped at distinguishable husky voice and found another sight to behold.

"sy, hey," you smiled and so did he, just not as wide as yours. he never liked anyone calling him as such so who knew he'd be more than okay with now?

albeit, it's only for your usage.

by now, the angry mom club had either left because they couldn't witness the sight of both the captain and colonel approaching you without hesitance or is still in the bar, trying to comfort the 'leader' of the squad who's busy muttering 'why doesn't anyone love me' through her drunken state.

even though we're talking about the same person who's a ceo, has a husband who's actually faithful for once (but purposely antagonized), a dream house and three kids who are as open-hearted as your boys. but okay i guess, linda.

okay, back to you!

"seems like you have a lot in your mind," the hint of concern in his eyes were enough to tell you that he was genuinely worried for you. he motioned to the seat next you as if to say 'mind if I take a seat?'.

"please, go ahead," you patiently waited for him to order his drink before continuing, "nah, i was just wondering what to do this weekend,"

"the boys aren't around?" thank god he stopped himself from sounding hopeful.

"out in the city having game night with their cousins," he hummed and easily downed his shot. he needed it after a slight chaos that happened in the base, "what about you? got any plans?"

"no, work's been tough with the boys," he turned to you, "it's like taking care of a bunch of kids,"

"excuse you," you tutted, "my boys are wonderful,"

"never said they weren't," he replied nonchalantly, hiding his amusement behind the glass. the laughs dimmed down to a comfortable silence, or, the silence between both of you. it's a bar, after all. but he grew curious of the half-empty glass next to yours.

"you came with a friend?" you shook your head.

"no, rick came in after I did," your turned your head to the restroom, "speaking of, where is he?"

unbeknownst to you, this was their plan all along. by now, they're aware of how you had to take life by the horns but deep down, you're yearning for someone to take that role for you. you needed someone to tell you that you're doing a good job.

praise you the way you deserve.

you wanted someone to guide you for once and yes; that includes behind closed doors.

and though rick and sy despised each other, if there's something they can agree on, it's to please you. be there for you the same way you did for them. so, that's what they did.

they agreed.

"(y/n)," sy's almost authoritative tone grabbed your attention. it's not the same tone he'd use on his comrades but enough to cause a stomach flip in you, "flag and i have been talking,"

oh? now that you think about it, you've never seen the two talk at all.

"about...?" you trailed off in such a meek voice, only to jump in your seat when you felt someone's breath tickled the back of your neck.

"about you," rick whispered as he took his seat, ignoring sy who looked at him in irritation for successfully drawing the submissiveness out of you before he did.

"a-ah," you stuttered, "w-what about me that's so interesting?"

"what's not interesting about you, sweetheart?" sy's hand took ahold of yours, the callousness contrasted with his gentle touch. he left a few kisses on the back of your hand, all while maintaining his eye contact with you. that, plus rick wrapping one arm around your waist with your back almost against him, you could pass out at any given moment, "compassionate, considerate, graceful,"

"and yet stern when she needs to be," rick added in, remembering how you shot someone down for vocally insulting your sons for no valid reason, "has anyone ever told you how much of a good girl you are?"

now that right there is a hazard. you didn't know how to answer to that. they noticed how you squeezed your thighs together and smirked. you're so glad boss wasn't around to see this but then again, he's probably in on this too.

"flag asked you a question, sweetheart," sy nearly growled at the sound of your little whimpers, both from his intense gaze and rick peppering kisses on your shoulder.

"n-no," you nearly shrieked as rick's lips found your sensitive spot in between your neck and shoulder blade, "no one's ever c-called me their good girl..."

their good girl.

"would you like us to?" your eyes widened at the usage of 'us' instead of 'me', meaning they were both onto this. they both wanted you. they both yearned for you, "you can spend the weekend with me," rick continued.

"or me," sy argued, prompting a click of a tongue from the colonel before focusing back on you.

"or him. but for now, we've both agreed on something," rick gently turned your head back to look into his eyes.

"that is...?"

"let us treat you the way you deserve,"

the journey back to your home was a blur, especially when you're sandwiched between men shaped as greek gods. between sy's french kissing and rick's hands roaming under your dress, it's amazing how your knees haven't buckled yet. that, or one of them is just helping you from doing so.

on one hand, you're extremely nervous — you trust them more than you have ever trusted anyone, but it's been so long since you've been intimate, let alone with more than one person at once.

"don't do that," rick mumbled behind your ear, nosing your hair, "don't doubt yourself,"

you didn't question how he knew, too fixated on his hand creeping down under the hem of your dress.

"fuck," rick ran his fingers up and down your clothed sex, imagining the intoxicating taste on his lips already, "baby girl, you're fucking wet already,"

sy's kisses intensified, groaning at the idea of your wet panties even before the real deal. it didn't take long until they brought you up to your room, now in your thigh high socks and soaking panties while they only had their shirts off.

when sy asked if you had lube, you didn't think much of it. that is, until you heard him chuckle lowly, only then did you remember.

your butt plug.

"naughty girl," he inspected the toy — stainless steel with a pink jewel at the end of it. the combination of innocence yet eroticism was enough rile both him and rick up, "who knew you'd have such a dirty little toy,"

"i-..." you wanted to defend yourself. it's a completely normal human nature, right? just because you haven't slept with anyone for so long doesn't mean you were a celibate either.

"who did you think about you played with your little pussy, darlin'?" rick gently pushed you on the bed and hovered over your side on one arm, trailing his other hand down to your clit. your cheeks burned at the question because you thought about both of them. you shook your head so cutely, gripping the sheets at either side of your head.

but that wasn't enough. sy sat at the opposite side and out of the blue, he slapped your ass. you arched your back as your body heat only grew at the sensation.

"oh, you like that, don't you?" he massaged the reddening cheek, causing your hips to buck into his hands and rick's teasing fingers, "when we ask you a question, we expect an answer, baby,"

he had his authoritative tone back on and you quickly answered.

"y-yes, I do l-love it, sy," you tilted your head back, "rick... fuck, please don't stop,"

"not yet," you whined when he pulled his fingers away, only to be silenced by his lips on yours, "we need to make sure you can follow orders, so first, go ahead and rest against the headboard and spread your legs,"

you tilted your head but nevertheless sluggishly moved back to the headboard. you felt so exposed but didn't dare to disobey them any further.

for now.

"look at you," sy commented in approval, "you're so sexy when you can follow our orders," you dug your heels into the mattress, looking down momentarily until he approached your side, "now, what we want you to do is simple,"

he passed you your butt plug before walking over to your velvet office chair. you looked at rick questioningly, whose eyes only grew more dangerous at the sight of the toy in your hand.

"well, go on," rick propped one leg on the bed while the other dropped to the side of it, opening the fly of his pants, "be our good girl and play yourself with it. we want that toy of yours in your tight hole before you can have either of us,"

you didn't think it was possible to feel anymore turned on than you are now, but this was a different level of sexy. they licked their lips at the sight of your pussy clenching around nothing and if they don't feel or even taste you anytime soon, so help them.

sy was already seated in your office chair while rick was close enough to reach your ankle if he wanted to. their cocks were out and ready to see you at your most debauched.

slowly but surely, you sat just a little, only to drool onto your clit, letting it trail down your hole, taking pride in the groans coming from both men. sy had the plug lubed up but what's the harm in taking precautionary measures, right?

you brought the toy down your clit, breath hitching at the coldness of it before teasing your lips. the started off slow, wrapping their hands around the base of their cocks and pumping it up and down slowly. you bit your lips at the beads of precum leaking onto their hands.

unable to tease them and yourself any longer, you ground your hips against the toy and clenched around the tip.

"fucking hell," sy's groans were silenced by the slicks sounds of their pumping. if you were this hot and bothered by just the little toy, they could only imagine the raging pleasure once it's their turn, "on your knees, sweetheart. let's see that ass on display,"

you did as he told, rubbing your pussylips with both hands and finally feeling yourself in the best way.

"slap your pussy for us, baby," you didn't hesitate at rick's order and tapped your slit a couple of times. you were almost drooling on the sheets already.

rick was salivating at the sight of your pretty wet pussy and fuck, if he didn't have anymore self control, he would've shoved his tongue into you right then and there. sy, on the other hand was clenching his jaw — he didn't want to cum just yet, he's not even in the best part yet.

"get that shiny pink plug nice and slick before you shove it in," sy commanded you with that gruffly voice of his and you'd be damned if you weren't going to follow it all. your blindly guided the toy up to your tight hole, grinding into it and imagining it as one of their cocks or even their thick fingers. finally, you deliciously moaned at the fullness, rutting against the silky sheets.

"oh, fuck, look at that," rick moved his hips rhythmically, the images of fucking you from behind was too much to bear, "finger yourself, darlin', show us how wet you really are,"

moving your free hand underneath, you eased in a finger and rocked yourself against your hand. it didn't take long till a second finger made its way in, whimpering into your pillow that sent shivers down their spines.

"fuck this, i can't take it anymore, come here," suddenly, rick dragged you closer to him by the ankles, earning a shriek when your fingers dug deeper into you, "don't stop at my account, okay?"

and just like that, he shoved his tongue into your pussy, keeping you grounded by gripping your thighs apart.

"ah! f-fuuuck, rick," you cried out, fisting the blanket as his tongue reached into your most vulnerable, "i-i can't-"

"you can and you will," sy stood in front of you in all his glory, bending down a little to caress your face, "you're our good girl, aren't you?"

"i am...! i am a good g-girl.."

"whose?"

"y-yours...!" rick smacked your ass from behind, "y-yours! and rick's!"

sy narrowed his eyes at the colonel but didn't call him out on it. no, he had other businesses to take care of.

"yes you are," his breaths grew heavy at your obedience and took the spot of leaning against the headboard, "is my good girl aching to suck my cock?"

"i do..." you pathetically begged, biting your lips at the majestic size of it — his was little girthier while rick's seemed a little longer. nonetheless, it's going to be quite the ride to fit them in. speak of the devil; rick replaced your two fingers with one of his, confirming your fantasies that their fingers were absolutely thick.

"suck those fingers, sweetheart," sy eyed your digits that's covered in your juices, his cock pulsating when you bravely maintained eye contact as your soft lips took in your fingers. as soon as you take it out, he took your face in both hands before crashing his lips into yours, savouring the rousing taste.

"go ahead," he whispered when he pulled away. he would've asked you to beg even further but even he has his limits. plus, you've been following orders so well, you deserve a little break.

you would've thanked him but with rick's broad tongue and the butt plug in your ass? maybe it's best to do so later.

you slowly licked the base up to the tip, sucking in a breath when you could practically feel the veins. the precum dripped down onto your tongue before spitting it back on the crown of his cock. you were about to shut your eyes at rick's second finger when sy forced you to look up at him by the back of your head.

a gentle(r) reminder not to close your eyes at this very moment.

you continued your kitten licks around his shaft, elated at the way it jumps at every of your ministration. but you didn't tease him for long — you needed him now.

you wrapped a hand around his base, blinking at how big it truly is before snapping out of it. you were already moaning around his cock before you could even bob your head up and down. rick really wasn't going easy on you.

you looked up at the captain through your lashes, taking in the sight of his head back and mouth open. his hold onto your head neither tightened nor loosened. rick's fingers were knuckles deep and you were pretty sure you were going to cum soon, especially when he's picking up the pace.

the squelching coming from behind you brought sy out of his daze, only to realize that you were getting close.

"is baby girl going to cum soon?" his eyes darkened at the mixture of drool and precum coating his shaft, "why don't you beg for it?"

with his hand on the back of your neck, you released him with a 'pop', a string of saliva connected between your lips and his tip.

"r-rick..." you called his name weakly, eye fluttering to shut when sy's thumb caressed your lips from his shaft to lap at the spit-precum concoction before continuing, "please let m-me cum..."

"aww, darlin'," he taunted, both his saliva and your juices ran down his chin, "you can do better than that," he took ahold your butt plug, pushing it in and out just a little, "turn around, rest your back against syverson's front for me,"

your limps were nearly jelly at this point so you're glad sy carried you around as if you were weightless. his cock throbbed behind you whilst rick's wasn't any better — fucking his own hand but it was all worth it.

sy snaked one arm around your waist, tilting your chin up with the other hand so he could give you all the chaste kisses. rick's hand forced your legs open, prompting you to grab onto sy's forearm that's wrapped around your body.

"can you give me the sweetest begging? then you can cum as much you'd like,"

sy held your jaw in his hand and rested his forehead against yours, "you heard him. beg."

and begging, you did, babe.

"please rick! please let cum! I'm-I'm gonna squirt-!" you eyes popped open at the last part, and so did sy's and rick's.

squirt, huh?

"my baby can squirt too?" rick's fingers reached in a part that nearly pushed you over the edge, "can you squirt around my thick fingers? can you do that, pretty girl?"

"yes! please, f-fuck yes," you just needed your release and as promised, he fingerfucked you like there's no tomorrow. his tongue tried to capture each drops of your juices while sy held you down. his breathy moans in your ear didn't help either and before you knew it, your eyes rolled back before gushing all over rick's fingers, mouth and chin. sy purposely bit your neck to hear you cry out in ecstacy.

you couldn't help but shake in sy's arms as he cooed.

"you did so well, sweetheart," he licked the little bits of sweat off of your neck, "my good girl,"

even in your fucked-out state, you gave him the most irresistible smile. you lazily turned your attention to rick, bashful at essence dripping down his chin.

"s-sorry," you played the edges of your thigh high socks, only to be snatched out of sy's arms and into rick's.

"don't," he warned lightly, "you did what i asked you to do, didn't you?"

"mhm," you nodded in his chest.

"then I don't see why you need to be sorry," he concluded, his chest rumbling out of delight. you purred in his touch but immediately froze up at the captain's next words.

"but it's not over yet, baby," he had a sinister look on his face, and so did rick, "what do you say? you up for another round, sweetheart?"

what do you say?

there's not way you could leave them high and dry, right?

'cause let's just say; with that flexibility of yours? riding sy's cock while sucking rick's after is only the beginning of it all.

-> lol a mess. next time, i'm writing in bullet point form + i'm no smut writer but joel kinnaman fics has me in a chokehold.

-> reve road is just my interpretation of a neighbourhood where milf!reader + your favourite men lives in!

-> anyway! it's time we show some love for my current rick flag & cpt syverson obsessions (smut and/or fluff-focused)!

r. flag:

r e a d e v e r y t h i n g by @babblydrabbly

again, e v e r y t h i n g by @lacontroller1991

remedy & welcome home by @sweetfictionalworld

cpt. syverson:

homeland & make me your future history by @cruelfvkingsummer

vignettes series by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

#— reve's reverie 🌹#rick flag x reader #rick flag x you #rick flag smut #rick flag fluff #rick flag #joel kinnaman #joel kinnaman smut #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson x you #syverson x reader #captain syverson smut #syverson smut #captain syverson #henry cavill #henry cavill smut #milf!reader #x reader

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littlefreya · 2 years

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Hi Freya, do you have any sneaky public sex fics?🙈

Let's say you came to the right place because I have a BUNCH of these. Enjoy :)

List of my stories depicting public sex

Risky - Henry x Reader - Henry makes you cookwarm him during a public event.

It can’t wait - Henry Cavill x Reader (Smut, semi-public rough sex, MaleDom) Dirty rough elevator sex with Henry

Plot Twist - Henry Cavill x Reader - You are a co star acting alongside when you get into a tricky situation

Plot twist part 2 - Henry Cavill x Reader - Henry and you hated one another since the day you started working together. However, things took an awkward turn after an embarrassing incident on set.

Dirty Henry - Henry x Reader - A picnic in the rural forest turns into a steamy game of profanities as Henry decides to demonstrate how he would persuade you to be his.

Good Girl - Henry x OFC Henry is at the gym testing the new Glute Drive while his longing wife drops by to visit and decides to play a little wicked game of teasing.

Ordinary Day - Henry x Reader - Things get frisky during wine and pasta.

Cowboys from Hell - August Walker x Female Reader - You enjoy a rock concert, fixating on the drummer when someone in the crowd decides to use you first…

(more under the cut)

Pretty when you Cry - Henry x OFC ( MaleDom, oral, breeding) Henry can be overprotective and asked his lady several times not to do her own dangerous stunts while filming. But she chooses to defy him and that’s gonna cost her.

Putting up a Show - Henry x OFC (Smut, public fucking) Awards shows are always a bore and Henry is always touchy-feely with his girl.

Elevator Ride - August Walker x Reader (grinding, public fingerfucking, exhibitionism, depictions of sex, orgasm denial.) Riding the elevator with Agent August Walker, you believe he would never dare try anything with all these people around, but oh, darling, you could never be so wrong.

Bad Reputation - Henry x OFC (Slight SubMale / DomFem then a lot of DomMale / SubFem, dry humping, thigh riding, cock teasing, dangerous driving, fingering, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight size kink, unprotected sex and bodily fluids! ) Henry and his girl can’t get enough from one another. They keep finding themselves in rather sticky and lusty situations while other actors are present around them

Late Hours - August Walker x Reader ( Passion, romance, sexual innuendo, mention of fingering, a “thrill of the chase”, teasing, indecent work relationship, grinding, exhibitionism, possessive behaviour, jealousy. ) After a small lustful rendezvous in the elevator where August had his fingers where they shouldn’t be he is now ignoring you and you are not having any of it.

Hood Ornaments - August x Reader ( unprotected public sex, rough, maleDom/femSub, hair pulling, anal play, creampie, depiction of bodily fluids, profanities, praising and degradation, glove fetishism, exhibition) August fucks you at the parking lot while wearing leather glove

Feral Collision - Coach!Syverson x Reader (Smut, inappropriate relationship, fingering, choking, unprotected sex, creampie.) After quitting the military, Captain Syverson began working at your university as the coach of the football team. You hardly ever crossed path with him, until an err in time set your on a collision course.

Cockwarming Sherlock at the Park - Sherlock x Reader (Smut, cockwarming) Sherlock was leaning against the thick tree bark, calmly reading a book. The air smelled fresh with grass, damp moss and that animalistic musk that was him, the civilised beast.

Carriage Ride - Sherlock x Reader (Smut, oral sex - man receiving, mentions of spanking. ) Giving Sherlock a blow job during a carriage ride.

#ask freya #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fanficton #august walker #captain syverson #august walker x reader #captain syverson x reader #sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes x reader

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doll-r-t · 2 years

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How does Syverson court you?

Syverson x reader

TW: some mention of smut, fluff

Syverson was a southern boy by heart. This intensified when he met you. You were a strong, proud woman and an absolute sugar-sweet peach. He knew the only way to have you as his love was to treat you like the queen you are. You did not need him to open the doors for you, and he knew that too. You did not need someone to take you out and treat you to things, you were perfectly fine in your own company and he knew that. He knew that you would never love him just because he is a man and you are a woman. But because you allowed yourself to feel and enjoy life including falling in love with a man that is worthy. And he tried everything to be worthy. He courted you in different ways.

For one, he would take you out for afternoon tea. Searching for a place that would make you look even more beautiful. He found a cafe with a wall covered in white and pink roses and cute vintage furniture. He would either meet you there or pick you up. He would open the door, pull out your chair, and if you desired so order for you. He was not used to the small rose-painted cups they served coffee and tea in, but he did his best not to appear brutish with his big, rough hands. He was a bit clumsy with it and you thought it adorable but kept it to yourself. He was fascinated but also disappointed with the small afternoon tea treats. He had never had things like that, preferring a good hearty meal. And with one bite they would be gone. Yet, he had to admit, (obviously not to his men), he enjoyed this. You looked beautiful and the way you looked sitting in front of the flower wall had his heart in constant palpitations.

At least once a week he would bring you lunch while you worked. (Once you were his wife he would make sure to always bring you lunch). He at first would immediately leave with a blush on his cheeks while you smiled at the sweet man. The longer this went on the longer he stayed until you both started to have dinner together. Sitting in the park, enjoying the sun before going back to work. After the first time, he would make sure to bring a blanket with him. (He always had the blanket in his car, he made sure it was a nice soft, clean one). He would bring a picnic basket and ice tea. You looked forward to your lunch breaks as they were one of the best parts of your day. It was so nice having someone be such a sweetheart and enrich your life with his antics, anecdotes, and joy.

On weekends you would engage in different activities but one of Syverson’s favorites was on Sunday when you usually had your self-care day but still went to walk the dog with him. You would do hair treatments and facemasks all that stuff. So normally you did not wear your work attire or your stunning make-up. It was more natural although as he has learned you were still a bit extra. He had to suppress a laugh when for the first time he picked you up to walk Aika. He had his usual old run-down T-Shirt and shorts on and also his well-used trainers while you still put on fake lashes and lipgloss. You both probably made a funny picture but you did not care and neither did he. Especially Aika did not she loved you and you loved her. She would always get excited when it was Sunday knowing that she would see you today.

Sometimes on Saturday he would take you out for brunch and ensure you had a good start to your weekend. He would search for a place with a nice few and a light open room. He had never thought so strategically about things but he had read that this makes for a better atmosphere. He wanted to make memories without forcing it obviously and in the end, you both liked it there so much you became regulars and even had a spot where you would usually sit. It was also the place where he asked you after dating for a while to move in with him. (It did not catch you by surprise, for one he is not a subtle man, and secondly, you two talked openly about those things letting each other know what you want and need and how your relationship is going. It was one of your favorite things about your relationship open and honest communication.)

One thing you both liked was music, although he was a lover of country through and through you were not. You did concede him some country time when you two would drive in the truck. You would introduce him to different music things he normally would not click on when he would see it on youtube or Spotify. You once caught him jamming to Lizzo when he thought you were still asleep. It was hilarious, he particularly liked boys. And once he was aware of you he admitted he liked it, abide a bit embarrassed as it was not ‘manly’. He even choreographed a dance to it. Which you thought was the most hilarious thing. From then on he took you to small concerts or festivals. Sometimes making it a weekend trip. Although you made sure it was not a huge event and Syverson had a way of getting out quickly if all got too much. He still struggled with some after-effects of his military carrier.

Sometimes when you had a tough week he would pick you up from your flat and you two would just drive around and listen to music, and sing-along songs. He would lay a hand on your thigh and just caress it with his thumb. Kissing your hand once in a while. He would stop for snacks and a slurpy before continuing. Once you drove up to a lookout spot and you both would talk or just cuddle. He would give you a blanket to wrap yourself up in and tell you funny stories. In the beginning, he would never pull a move on you. This was about you having emotional safety and expressing yourself not about hooking up. When you were married and needed an escape from your life you two would jump into his truck like you were still courting and drive around before going to a lookout point and he would go onto his knees and make sure you were relaxed and taken care of, giving you orgasm after orgasm.

His last step of courting, which you liked and disliked was him taking you to the mall. You would love to go shopping with him. Unlike so many men he was hands-on, telling you whether a color fit or if another cut would be nice. He would give you his hand to test lipsticks and other makeup. The one point where you were uneasy was him paying for everything. You loved being taken care of but money is such a point of contention in relationships and you did not want him to spend so much on you. However, he insisted and he loved doing it. He loved taking care of you in any way. He said it is his manly instinct to take care of you and provide for you. And once you realized he really did not mind it you relaxed more and you would plan theme days, going shopping for clothing, books, and new decorations. And no matter how often you did it over the years to come he would still be as invested as he was on the first day.

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sillyrabbit81 · 3 years

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Hi there 🐇 I have been thinking and came up with an 💡How bout Sy snd his wife going for a drive and ending up at the lookout where they first kissed? Things get hot and heavy and they end up having sex in the car only to be busted by the police! 😂

Summary: You and Sy have been married for ten years. About 18 months ago you split up to protect yourself and your two boys after he refused to get help with his issues. Sy agreed to get help and it seems to have worked and now he wants to get back together. He recently got back from a 12 month deployment and you decide to go on a date to see if you can reconcile.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 8.2k

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, fluff, smut, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, suggestions of a breeding kink, suggestions of a praise kink, cream pie, possessiveness, Dad!Sy, Husband!Sy.

Authors Note: Thanks for the prompt Anon. So, the story took a turn. I started to think about why Sy would want to take you to the place you first kissed, and I thought maybe he wanted to remind you why you got together in the first place. I then started thinking about a story I’ve had in my mind for a while, a revisit to one of my first one-shots where Sy and the reader had split up. So, I kind of melded that story with your prompt and this is the result. It’s not a direct continuation, but it serves as a bit of a back story, if you would like to read it, the link is here.

Thanks to @amberangel112 and @henryobsessed for their help with this story, and their encouragement. You guys are awesome. Edited by me, there will be errors!

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Lookout

You’d had high hopes for tonight’s “date”, but by the time the waiter offers the dessert menu and coffees, you realise it isn’t working. You tried, are trying, but perhaps too much time has passed, perhaps too much has happened, perhaps you have hurt each other too much to expect that your relationship could pick up where it left off.

Shaking your head to indicate you don’t want dessert, you see Sy’s shoulders drop as he tells the waiter to bring the check. You clench your jaw, fighting the feeling in the back of your throat that you’re about to cry. You hate hurting him like this. He was trying so hard, had done everything you had asked of him, yet something won’t allow you to love him again.

That isn’t quite right, you do still love him, you always will. You love him for the amazing eight years you had together before everything went to shit, for the two beautiful boys he gave you. But it was a different kind of love, the love of familiarity and comfort, rather than an all consuming passion.

What hurts most is that neither of you are really at fault. You can’t blame Sy for shutting down and withdrawing, just as you can’t blame yourself for protecting your boys and giving Sy the choice to get help or get out. You understood he had been worried about losing his job, the career he had been building for fifteen years, but surely, he should have been more worried about losing his family.

Although the conversation was awkward and unnatural before, it was better than the tense silence that follows as you wait for the bill. You open your mouth to say something, but there’s nothing there. You can’t stand it, the silence, the disappointment in Sy’s eyes, the guilt you feel. Abruptly, you stand up and mumble to Sy you need to go to the bathroom, you had to find a moment alone.

You feel so confused. You don’t know what’s stopping you from accepting him back into your heart. There must still be feelings for him beyond nostalgia and the vague notion that he’s the father of your children. If there was nothing more than that, why were you so upset? For all intents and purposes, he was still the man you fell in love with. He still made the same stupid jokes, was still cocksure in the most charming way, you still found him attractive and other than the brief period two years ago, he always treated you well. You can’t put your finger on what’s stopping you from reuniting and if you can’t understand why, how are you going to explain how you feel to Sy?

When you can put it off no longer, you return to the table. Sy is standing there waiting, he must have already settled the bill. You feel like a bitch, but you avoid his eyes as you return to your chair and grab your bag.

“Shall we go?” you ask, still not looking at him. Sy grunts in agreement and holds his arm out in an ‘after you’ gesture. As soon there is space enough between the tables, he falls in line beside you and places his large hand on the small of your back. It feels warm, familiar, and safe, but for some reason it makes you stiffen, and you pull away from his touch.

Sy jerks his hand away as if burned, balling it briefly into a fist before he closes his eyes and shakes his head. You know those movements; you’ve seen them before when he’s made a mistake out of carelessness, or when he’s frustrated, or when he’s mad at himself for doing something he knows he shouldn’t have.

Even now, Sy is ever the gentleman and pulls ahead to open the restaurant door for you. Giving him a superficial smile in thanks, you are both quiet as you make your way to his truck. You regret that you had come together knowing the ride home will be hell considering the state you were both in.

You wonder what you were doing, why you even bothered to agree to the date. It seems to make your relationship worse, every interaction pushing you further apart. You know Sy, he will only stand the rejection for so long before he gives up completely. Is that what you want? Do you want a deep, cold chasm between you, a rift that can never be repaired? He has given you time, space to breathe, sought help, maintained a relationship with the boys, and shown you he still loves you. He’s given you all that and what have you given him? Nothing but pain and rejection. And why? You don’t have any real hard feelings against him, you have forgiven him, so what’s holding you back? What is left that could possibly be a reason not to lower the defences you built to protect yourself? The answer hits you like a ton of bricks.

“I’m scared, Sy,” you murmur. He stops walking, so you do too. You’re only a few yards from his truck and you curse, you should have waited to have this conversation when you were in private.

“Of me? Is that why you flinched when I touched you?”

“Yes and no,”

“I ain’t ever hurt you.”

“Not physically.” Sy looks wounded and your heart aches. The instinct to reach out and let him bring you into his arms is still there, but you don’t seem to be able to make yourself do it.

“I’ve done everythin’ I can to make up for what happened and to show you it ain’t gonna happen again.” Sy sounds frustrated and you don’t blame him. He folds his arms over his chest, and shrugs. “Sugar, I don’t know what else you need from me.”

“I don’t know what I need either.”

“Is this over then? Is it pointless to even try?”

“No. It’s just…” You take a deep breath and try to be honest. “I just felt so alone, Sy. I don’t want to feel like that ever again.”

“You won’t Sugar.” Sy’s hand reaches for yours, but he draws it back at the last second. Unexpectedly, you feel disappointed. The feeling is a revelation, perhaps there was a chance. You step closer to Sy and take his hand. He looks a little puzzled then half smiles.

“I know you won’t do it on purpose,” you say. You shake your head. “Part of me wishes we could go back to the beginning. Maybe do things a little different, I don’t know.”

You’re both quiet for a while. You think you must make a great sight, standing on the sidewalk, holding hands like young teenagers on a first date, shyly standing a foot apart. Sy must be thinking the same thing and takes a step closer.

“Come ‘ere,” he says, holding his arms wide and beckoning you with a short jerk of his head. You let the instinct you repressed earlier free and step into his arms.

The feeling of him is instantly familiar despite not having been this close to him since he hugged you when he first got home from his last deployment. You bury your head into his chest, the comforting scent of him warms you. You don’t want to lose him, you can’t stand the thought of never having him touch you again. You wrap your arms around his waist, and you hear Sy’s chest reverberate as he hums. God, you miss that sound.

Sy pulls back but doesn’t let you go. “Hey,” he says and waits for you to look at him before he goes on. “Can I take you somewhere?”

“Where?” you ask.

Sy doesn’t reply straight away. He gives you a smile as he raises his hand to your cheek and rubs his thumb over your skin. “A place we haven’t been for a long time,” he says in a low tone. Your heart skips, it has been a long time since Sy has touched you or spoken to you like that.

“Alright,” you say, returning his smile. Even though his response is cryptic, you are curious to see what he had in mind.

Sy brings your head to his chest and letting out an exaggerated grunt, squeezes you. For a second you struggle to breathe as he kisses the top of your head. Then you laugh because for a moment being with Sy feels like it used to. You hear his rumbling chuckle as he lets you go and opens the truck’s door for you.

The drive is sedate, and your conversation centre’s mostly around the boys. Every time the topic edges close to your relationship, Sy diverts the discussion to something else. You quickly realise he’s doing it on purpose, and you let him, hoping that when you get where you’re going he will stop.

As Sy keeps driving, you become increasingly puzzled. You’re well outside of town now, the houses start to become spaced further and further apart. You struggle to think of what’s out here. There’s no real reason to go this far into the outskirts.

“Sy, where are we going?” you ask, starting to be a little concerned. It’s getting late, not that you really had anywhere to be since the kids were staying at your sister’s house. But still, a thirty minute drive out of town means a thirty minute drive back into town and you wonder if you will make it back without falling asleep.

“You haven’t figured it out yet?” Sy smirks.

Shaking your head, you look out the window and try to identify any landmarks. It’s so dark, all you see is the two lane highway. Sy puts his indicator on and takes an exit, and seeing the exit sign, you grin as you realise where he’s taking you.

“Really Sy?” you ask, unable to keep the amusement out of your voice.

“Why not?” he asks back. “I have a lot of fond memories of this place. Don’t you?”

You laugh openly and feel your face getting heated. He glances at you, flashing you his teeth, and as he turns his attention back to the road, he lays a hand on your knee.

“I’ve missed hearin’ you laugh, Sugar,” he says, as he pulls off the road into the small gravel car park at the lookout. You watch him drive onehanded, his palm pressed onto the wheel, sliding over the plastic and leather, and bringing the truck to a stop. His hands are so big and strong, it was one of the things that had always drawn you to him.

Sy kills the engine but leaves the radio on and classic rock wafts softly through the speakers. Both of you unbuckle your belts and Sy puts his hand back on your knee. You’re quiet for a bit, lost in your thoughts, but thankfully this silence doesn’t feel like the awkwardness at dinner.

You wonder what Sy is thinking about, although you imagine that he’s thinking the same things you are, remembering all the firsts that happened here. The first time Sy kissed you, the first time you gave Sy a blow job, the first fight you had, the first time you had make up sex, and the first time you had been busted fucking, all happened here. It had been an important place to for you both in the early days of your relationship. That Sy thought to bring you here was sweet, hell it was romantic. It is like he is trying to get you to a place where you remembered why you got together in the first place. Perhaps if your relationship grew here, coming back could breathe new life into it, repair the parts that were broken and make it anew. Sy brought you back to the beginning.

You stare at Sy’s hand, slightly hairy, calloused, toughened and tanned by his work, so familiar you knew every vein, every line and every scar. He must have noticed you staring because he turns his hand, palm now facing up, open and inviting yours. You place yours in his and you smile at the size difference as he laces your fingers together.

“When did you start wearin’ your ring again?” Sy asks, running his thumb over the three interlocking circles, each a different colour gold.

“A couple of months ago. Not long before you came back from your tour.” When I knew I wanted to give you another chance, you added silently.

Sy shifts in his seat and when you look at him his face is close to yours. His eyes hold yours as he lets go of your hand and brings both of his up to your cheeks. Your heart starts to thunder in your chest as he licks at his lips and sucks the lower one into his mouth.

It’s been over a year since you last kissed Sy anywhere but his cheek. When you took the boys to see him when he returned from deployment, you had allowed him to hug you because of course you were relieved he was home, and you still cared about him. But you had offered him your cheek when he had tried to kiss you, you hadn’t been quite ready for more than that. You still remember the look in his eyes, the moment that his hope had been dashed, and it had nearly broken your heart.

Sy searches your face for any sign that you want him to kiss you and you see the hope return to his eyes. Unlike last time, you want to kiss him too, so you place a hand in the middle of his chest lean in slightly. You hear a low grunt from him as he presses his lips against yours. His kiss is intense, overwhelming, like all his pent-up need is thrust upon you in one hit. His soft lips move roughly, his whiskers scrape and scratch at your skin, and his hands hold your face tight. There is nothing practiced or planned about his kiss, it is all instinctual passion, and you melt into it, kissing him back with the same fervour as you wrap your arms around his neck.

Eventually Sy relaxes his hold on you but doesn’t move, instead he rests his forehead on yours while he caresses your cheeks. His breath is hot and heavy, stealing your oxygen as his broad chest draws in air, but you don’t pull away. It seems to you that with each moment you stay like this, the divide between you seems to repair itself. You feel his love, but more than that, you feel his desire.

Sy kisses you again with only slightly less fervency. Keeping one hand on your cheek he moves the other to your neck, wrapping around it briefly before it skims over you and cups your breast. You don’t move, you don’t know how you feel exactly, and he barely gives you times to think. He slips his fingers into the top of your dress and bra, and you hear him hum as he brushes your nipple. You stop breathing, it feels good but it’s also too fast, just kissing Sy again was a big step, and you aren’t sure you want more than that yet. You were going to tell him how you felt when his finger and thumb take your hardening bud and roll it between them, giving it a subtle pinch.

“Stop, Sy,” you say, gently. You hear him groan as he takes his hand out of your bra and rests it on your breast, on top of your clothes this time. “It’s too much.”

“Ok,” he says hoarsely. Sy tilts your head and lays a soft kiss on your forehead. You look at him and he smiles reassuringly. “I’ll slow down.” You smile back at him, and he guides your head to his shoulder.

You stay embracing for a time listening to the music playing faintly in the background. It’s uncomfortable, both of you bending forward over the gear shift and centre console. How did you used to do it? Although Sy’s truck isn’t the same one that he had when you were dating, it had been the same make. You glance in the back of the cab, that was where you had spent most of your time when you came here in the past. It had gotten to the point where as soon as Sy turned off the engine, you both hopped out and got straight into the back seat. That isn’t going to happen this time you realise as you look at the booster car seat your youngest son still needs to use.

Thinking of your boys makes you smile. They have been so happy the last month or so since Sy got home. And he was much more like he used to be with them, playing games and roughhousing, he even took them fishing and camping last weekend, just him and the boys.

You sigh and nuzzle into his neck, pressing your nose into his skin. You nearly laugh when you smell the faint remains of the cologne you had bought for him three Christmas’s ago. The spicey fragrance had traces of leather and wood and as soon as you had smelled it, you knew it would be amazing on him. You remember how he had baulked at wearing it, but that New Year’s Eve he wore it and you liked it so much, within five minutes he had his pants around his ankles and your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked you against the wall. He wore it almost daily since then.

You feel heat rise to your cheeks at the memory. It doesn’t help that Sy keeps running his fingers over your ear, down your neck, across your shoulder and all the way back. His touch is light, sometimes you forget how gentle he can be, how much of his strength he is able to control. Eventually you feel his caress in your spine and you violently shiver with the pleasure. Sy chuckles softly, it always amused and aroused him when he was able to make your body respond to his touch, especially involuntary reactions like shivering or getting wet.

Lifting your head, you smile at him. Sy’s still smiling as he looks at you. You shift in your seat and groan as you move your back from its awkward position. You sit up straight and stretch, arching your back and lifting your arms over your head, extending them as much as you can in the cramped interior.

“You ok?” Sy asks, eyes on your pushed out chest. You immediately drop your arms and sit back into your chair in a normal seating position, as your heart starts to pick up its pace.

“Yeah. That position is uncomfortable,” you reply, in a voice much steadier than you thought you could.

“Yeah.” Although Sy verbally agrees, you can hear the hint of disappointment in his voice. When he speaks again, despite trying to cover it up, you know him too well and you recognise the discontent in his voice. “I suppose I better getcha home.”

You nod and Sy draws his lips into a line as he starts the truck. As he goes to put his seatbelt on, you reach over again and put your hand on his whiskered cheek, gently turning his face to yours.

“Thank you, Sy,” you say. “It was really sweet of you to bring me here.” His smile returns, though it’s small, and he opens his mouth to say something before shutting it firmly. You lean over in that awkward position, and though your back protests strongly, you kiss him. A short kiss, but it seems to placate Sy a little.

Driving home is quiet, it seems like both of you are caught up in your thoughts. You don’t mind, you want to think about tonight, want to work out how you feel. At some point you place your hand on Sy’s thigh and you see him grin. It makes you happy and you relax into your seat. The next thing you know, you’re being gently shaken by Sy as he takes your seatbelt off.

“Did I fall asleep?” you ask stupidly.

Sy chuffs, “Snored for about twenty minutes.”

“I did not.”

Sy helps you out of the truck with a roguish grin. “Whatever you say Darlin’.”

You roll your eyes at him as you grab your bag and fish for your keys. You make your way to the front door, but Sy takes your hand and pulls you into a hug. He puts his fingers under your chin and raises your eyes to his.

“I want…” Sy starts but stops. He licks at his lips and tries again. “Can I stay the night?” You don’t know what he saw on your face because you don’t even know how you feel, but he must have seen something because he swiftly clarifies. “I just wanna hold you, baby.”

“Sy,” you say as gently as possible. You don’t want to discourage him, but you also aren’t sure you’re ready for something that intimate. “Don’t ruin tonight. It was good, let’s do this again next week and…” You don’t get to finish what you wanted to say because Sy interrupts you.

“Don’t make me beg,” Sy says, his voice is ragged, and desperate. Your eyes widen, you know how much it cost him to say that. You’ve only heard him speak in that tone once before, a few days after you kicked him out and he realised you were serious about leaving him.

“The boys… I don’t want the boys confused about us. Seeing us go to dinner is one thing, seeing us wake up together,” you shake your head. “It will confuse them.”

“That’s bullshit, Sugar,” Sy says. “They ain’t even here.” You try pull yourself out of his grasp, but he won’t let you.

“My sister is bringing them back at nine,” you tell him tersely.

“I’ll be gone by seven thirty.”

You look at Sy ready to tell him to just go home, but his expression stops you. You rarely see him like this, there’s no hint of guile, no hint of amusement, no cheeky glint in his eye, it was his honesty laid bare. He kisses you softly, lips barely brushing yours.

“I miss you, Baby,” he murmurs.

You try and say no, but you can’t. Not when he lets himself be vulnerable like this. You know how hard it is for him, how hard he’s trying to be the man he you know he can be.

“Ok,” you say. Barely half a second goes by before Sy growls and locks his lips on yours. You let him kiss you, it feels good, but soon his kisses are too much, they become too demanding, and you pull away. “Sy, let’s go inside.” He hums and slows his kisses to soft pecks on your cheeks before he lets you go.

Every time Sy comes over since you split up has been strange, but tonight was worse. You imagine it must feel weirder for Sy, it looks like his home, has his furniture, his family photos, but it’s not really his home anymore. The first time you had offered him a drink as if he were a guest had been uncomfortable as hell. For a few moments you just stand in the family room, then putting your bag down on the sideboard as you normally do, you cautiously look at Sy.

He’s not far from you, he could reach out and grab you if he wanted to, and he feels too close. You turn away from him, fussing in your bag as you try to order your thoughts. Shaking your head, you wonder how you let him talk you into this.

“Do you want a coffee, or do you want to watch a movie or something?” You ask Sy, trying to sound casual, trying to stall going to your room.

“You’re tired.” Sy’s voice is closer than you expect. He puts his hands on your shoulders and works his thumbs into your muscles. You feel his beard tickling at your neck and his lips brush the shell of your ear when he whispers. “Let’s go to bed, baby.”

Side stepping out of Sy’s grasp you say, “Yeah, I am tired.” You look at Sy, and hating yourself you softly add, “I was going to take a shower, do you want one too?”

Sy begins to smirk, and you turn away before he can reply, climbing the stairs to the bedrooms. You hear his footsteps follow yours, the wooden steps creak below the carpet. You go straight to the closet and grab Sy some underwear and a pair of shorts that he had left behind. When you come out Sy already had his shirt off and is undoing his jeans. Fuck, he has an amazing body, so solid, so robust, and yet despite his hardness, you remember how comforting it was to be skin to skin with him. It takes everything you have not to falter in your steps as you approach him.

“Here,” you say, thrusting the clothes into his hands. He looks confused as he takes them and begins to speak. You talk over him. “The spare towels are still under the sink in the boy’s bathroom. They should have soap in their shower, but if not, there should be some bars with the towels and there’s spare toothbrushes in the draw.” You turn away, going to your en suite and locking the door, ignoring his protests.

You know it was a bitchy move, probably even cruel, but you had to make it clear to him that you meant what you said and a few whispered words and well placed kisses were not going to get you to fuck him. You were not going to let him manipulate you into it.

While you shower you try to get your thoughts in order but it’s difficult. You keep going back to the last time you were in bed with Sy. The night before he left for deployment was always awful, but that night had been worse than usual. However, it was also the night you had told him there was still a chance for the two of you. Strangely, it wasn’t him fucking you that had pissed you off that night, in fact you had gone to see him for that exact purpose, it had been the intimate way he held you that upset you. Tonight though, it is the opposite. Maybe you shouldn’t be so hard on Sy when you haven’t exactly been sending him consistent messages.

In your haste to get into the shower, you realise you forgot to bring your own clothes into the bathroom. You curse and dry off before wrapping the towel around yourself, thanking God you buy bath sheets.

When you open the door, you freeze as your eyes lock with Sy’s across the room. Completely naked, Sy stands tall as he rubs a towel over his head, as if for one moment you believe he needs to dry his buzzcut hair. You try and maintain focus on his face, but you’re only human and your gaze drops to his cock. Although it is nearly soft, it’s still impressive and before you can stop yourself you bite your lip.

“You keep starin’ at me like that Sugar, and you’re gonna make me blush,” Sy says.

That smug bastard.

Embarrassed and shaken you go to your closet and dress for bed in an oversized t-shirt and soft cotton pants. Sy is already in bed when you come out, sheet barely covering his hips, his arms are bent behind his head, and you wonder if he is as relaxed and confident as he appears to be or if it’s all for show. He had turned off all the lights, except the lamp by his bedside. You feel Sy’s eyes on you as you make your final preparations for bed, slapping on your moisturiser and fixing your hair. After returning your towel to the bathroom you can’t avoid it any longer, so you climb into bed.

Sy is on you immediately. Your head isn’t even on the pillow, and he has his arms around you, humming contentedly as he pulls your body towards his.

“Sy,” you complain. “Let me at least lay down first.”

“You’re taking too long,” Sy grumbles. It strikes you how familiar this conversation is, having had the same faux argument since you first got married. Sy releases his hold on you, and you turn your body to face his, automatically lifting your leg to rest on his hip. But something is wrong, and as Sy draws you close again you realise he isn’t wearing the underwear you gave him.

“Jesus, Sy,” you say, a little annoyed. “I gave you clothes for a reason.”

Grinning, Sy grips your raised knee tightly before running his hand firmly down your thigh. He hums obscenely and says, “I know, but its more comfortable this way.”

“For you maybe,” you mutter under your breath.

Sy catches it and sighs. He makes you look at him. “Do ya really want me to put clothes on?”

You shrug. “No, but…”

Bringing his face close to yours Sy’s mood seems to change. “I know, I’m goin’ too fast.” You nod and Sy smiles warmly at you. “I just miss this is all, Sugar.”

You know what he means, he isn’t only talking about sex, he’s talking about those other moments, those intimate, contented moments, like getting dressed for bed together, watching you put on your cream, or brushing your teeth.

Before you can stop yourself, you say, “I miss it too, Sy.”

Sy doesn’t react for a few seconds. He is still smiling, but you see the wheels turning in his head. Abruptly, he throws his arm out and twists his upper body until his long fingers can turn off the lamp. Although you are plunged into darkness, the lights from the street are just enough for you to see the vague outline of his face. He guides your head to his chest, and you lay an arm over him as he kisses your hair and tucks your head under his chin.

“Go on and sleep, Sugar,” Sy says.

You can’t remember how many times you had fallen asleep like this. There was something about this position that seems to make both of you sleep better and tonight was no exception. With your cheek pressing against his chest and his coarse curls tickling at your nose, your mind clears as you listen to Sy’s breathing become regular and soon your eyelids begin to fall.

“Goodnight Sy,” you mumble.

“Goodnight, Sugar.”

It’s still dark when you wake up and you need to pee. You’re still in the same position you fell asleep in, so it was going to require some work to get free of Sy’s hold without waking him. You lift his arm off you, it’s heavy but you manage to roll out from beneath it and tip toe to the bathroom.

When you finish up you sneak back to bed and as you’re about to lift the blanket, it’s tossed back, and you hear Sy grunt. You sigh and get back in bed, resuming your position.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” you say softly as Sy throws the blankets back over you.

“’S’ok,” Sy mutters. He sounds still half asleep, his voice is hoarse and slow. He hums as he brings you close, his hand grips your ass and his fingers dig into your flesh. You feel him semi hard against your leg and you freeze as Sy groans and subtly rolls his hips, rubbing himself against your thigh. You forgot he did that sometimes, grope at you or hump you while mostly asleep.

“Sy,” you say.

He stops moving. “Yeah,” he says, his voice sounding clearer, and you know by the tone he is awake now.

“Nothing, Bubs. Go back to sleep.”

“You, ok?”

“Yeah,” you say.

Sy puts his hand under your chin and makes you look at him. You can barely make out his features, but he has always been able to see in the dark better than you. He looks at you for a long time before finally speaking.

“You know I love you, right?” Sy’s words surprise you. Not because he loves you, you know that, you just don’t expect him to tell you at four in the morning. “I know I don’t tell you enough, but I do.”

Gradually your eyes get used to the dark and you start to be able to see Sy more clearly. His brows are drawn low, his features are intense and serious.

“I know, Sy.” You smile at him, and he seems to relax. You hold the back of his neck and bring his mouth to yours. You kiss him, lovingly and languidly. Sy tightens his arms around you and your chest presses against his as he returns your kiss. You pull back, but Sy doesn’t loosen his hold, and you feel him growing harder against your leg. Both of you are panting and you feel an insistent ache between your legs. It’s been a long time since you had felt a desire this strong.

Sy’s kisses move down your neck, his mouth scorching on your touch starved skin. Raising his leg between yours, his thigh presses against your core and your hips move instinctively, the friction only vaguely easing your need.

“Sy,” you moan.

“Yeah?” Sy starts to nibble at your ear, his voice rumbles lowly. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need you, Sy,” you tell him.

“Fuck, Baby,” Sy growls, pushing you onto your back. His mouth is on yours again as he knees your legs apart. You moan into his mouth as he presses himself against your still clothed centre. His cock feels iron hard as he begins to rut, and you can’t stop yourself from opening your legs wider, wrapping them around his waist. “I need you too. So fuckin’ bad.”

Sy’s hand slides under your shirt, and you suck in a breath, pulling away from his mouth as his roughened hand squeezes at your breast. “Take my shirt off,” you say, wanting to feel the warmth of his skin on yours.

You giggle as Sy yanks the shirt over your head and throws it across the room. His mouth immediately finds your breasts, kissing and sucking at them, his beard rough and teasing on your sensitive skin. His tongue swirls over your nipple before he wraps his lips around it, suckling hard then he repeats the action on the other side. You run your fingers over his short hair, as you moan and murmur his name.

Biting your lip, you watch Sy begin to lay a trail of wet kisses down your stomach. His eyes almost sparkle as they catch the light in the dark room. Grinning, he dips his tongue into your belly button. You laugh and roll to the side as Sy grabs your hips, pushing them into the mattress.

“Why do you always do that?” you ask.

“Cause I love makin’ you squirm, Sugar,” Sy says. He lays over you, supporting his weight with his elbows on either side of your head. Using his hands, he brushes any errant hairs off your face. You place your fingertips on his shoulders and let them slide down his arms, barely grazing his skin. You feel him tense his muscles and you smile as he shivers and groans. “Ok, fuck, I guess you like makin’ me squirm too.”

You laugh softly and Sy lowers his head resting it against your forehead. Your fingertips trace down the curve of his spine and you hear his breathing get harder. “Nobody’s ever touched me like you do, Sugar.”

“Who knew you were such a big softy?” you ask, teasingly, not expecting an answer.

“You did,” Sy says seriously.

You don’t know how to respond, but that doesn’t seem to matter because Sy kisses you with a gently probing tongue. You kiss him back, and for a while its tender, loving, but soon you want more and from the way his teeth start to scrape at your lips Sy wants more too. You can’t keep still and begin to move beneath him, your body searching for a way to ease the strong need between your legs. Sy moves with you, then stops, holding your hip still with a firm hand.

“Stop, Baby,” he whispers. “I want you too much. I can’t… It’s too much.”

At first you’re confused, not understanding why Sy stopped you. Then you realise what he’s trying to tell you. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“You sure? I thought you wanted to take it slow.”

“I’m sure,” and you are. You want him now as much as you ever wanted him, not just because it has been so long, but because you want him in your life again. You want to wake up with him each day, you want eat breakfast with him, you want to watch movies with the boys, all four of your snuggling on the lounge. You want to be a family again.

Sy growls as he claims your mouth with an eager bruising kiss. His hands reach between you, impatiently pushing your pants down your thighs, bending your knee, and pulling them off one leg. He doesn’t bother with the other leg, his mind seems to be on one thing as his fingers slip over your slit. His touch is rough, dominant, urgent, and you both moan as he feels how wet you are.

“Fuck, woman,” Sy grunts, his voice is so harsh you clench. God, you love it when he talks to you like that. He removes his hand, and you feel the silky skin of his cock slide over your folds. You’re both panting hard, and your centre throbs with anticipation. Sy buries his head into your neck and cradles the back of your head. You wrap your arms around his chest, holding your bodies close as you feel him press slowly against your core.

“Tell me you still want me,” Sy demands in your ear. “Tell me you want me to fill you up. Tell me you want me to make you cum. Tell me you want me to cum inside you. Tell me you’re still mine.”

His words rip through you, and the emptiness between your legs becomes unbearable. “I want you Sy,” you tell him honestly. “Fuck, Sy. I never stopped.”

You gasp and Sy swears as he fills you, stretching you to accommodate his size. The pressure feels like bliss, and you hold him tighter, you never want to let him go. How could you forget how good this feels? How intimate? How loved you feel?

Despite slowly pumping into you, Sy isn’t gentle, each stroke is firm and deep. You hear his laboured breaths, his low husky groans, and his muttered curses. His kisses on your neck are tender, even when he scrapes his teeth over your jaw. You move beneath him, raising your hips to meet his thrusts, you murmur his name, your nails dig into his back as you claw at him, wanting him closer, always closer.

“I have to taste you, baby,” Sy grunts, pulling out of you. You object, telling him you want him inside you, and you try and bring him back to you. But Sy is determined, and your protests die on your lips as he doesn’t fuck around, replacing his cock quickly with his tongue.

You cry out his name as he pushes your thighs apart, almost to the point of pain. Sy growls as he licks and sucks on your lips and folds. Any tenderness he had shown you was gone, his tenuous control seems to have snapped as his soft lips, rough tongue and coarse beard lays claim to your delicate flesh.

“You taste so fucking good,” Sy snarls, his feral voice makes your hands stratch at the sheets. Then his mouth is on your clit, and his animalistic mood infects you too as you take hold of the back of his head, and grind against his tongue. With your other hand you reach for his, and Sy takes it, lacing your fingers together.

It doesn’t take long for you to feel your peak arrive. It hits you like lightning, and you cry out as pleasure so good it’s almost agonising ripples over your body. Sy stubbornly stays on you while you ride your release, and you have to push him away firmly when you become too sensitive.

Sy rolls you onto your stomach and slides his arm under your waist and lifts, bringing you onto your knees, pushing your head down on the mattress. He pierces into your core again, rough, and urgent, he pumps into you with a ferocity that excites you. Unable to stay on your knees, his brutal thrusts push you onto the bed and Sy follows, covering your body with his. You feel his unyielding mouth on your neck, hear his lustful groans, and the lewd slap of your bodies as they crash together.

You forgot how strong Sy is, how punishing he could be, how good he feels as he fills you, each drive hurried and violent. He bites recklessly into your shoulder as his rhythm grows erratic. His hand plunges into your hair, turning your face to his. You think he’s going to say something, but he hesitates, instead he crushes your mouth with his, his lips forcing your mouth open as his tongue invades, seeking yours.

Suddenly he throws back his head with a roar, and you feel him swell inside you as he releases his seed deep with you. You feel each jet he expels as his cock thickens inside your sensitive walls, stretching you further and you cry out with each ejected load.

Sy stays on you as you both recover, and though he is heavy, you don’t want him to move. You close your eyes, savouring the moment, enjoying Sy’s warmth.

You feel Sy’s hands start to roam, following the curves and lines of your body. It feels nice, soothing, and familiar. Sometimes he touches you more after sex than he does during the act, especially if he was particularly rough, as if once his hunger is sated, he can actually enjoy touching you. So many nights you had fallen asleep like this, his gentle caress lulling you into slumber. Soon his mouth joins his hands, his silky lips and velvety tongue tenderly brush over your neck and back.

“You ok, baby?” Sy asks, his voice is still ragged and you wonder if he was finished with you for the night.

“Yeah,” you mumble. “Just a little tired.”

“That’s ok, Sugar. Lay there and let your ol’ man have his way with you.” Sy’s hand slides over your ass, then between your legs and he pinches lightly at your clit, eliciting a moan as you bury your head into the pillow and raise your hips. “I didn’t think I’d ever be with you again,” Sy murmurs, kissing the top of your head. You feel his finger as it enters you and he groans as he slips in another. “I can’t stop touching you. You feel so good, baby, so wet and so full of my cum.”

Sy withdraws his fingers, and you whine as you feel empty. “Sy,” you whimper. “Don’t stop.”

“Open up,” Sy gently orders. You feel his wet fingers on your lips as you part them. “Can you taste us, baby? Is it good?”

Opening your mouth wider you take his fingers inside you. Wrapping your tongue around them, you nod as you lap at him, licking him clean.

Sy kisses your cheek and neck as he takes his fingers away. “Good girl,” he drawls, and you shiver, it’s been so long since he’s called you that. He slides both his arms around you, one hand grips your neck, the other snakes between your legs. His fingers find your clit and they dance over you as you start to tremble underneath him. Sy’s touch is demanding, dominant, and possessive as he squeezes at your neck and holds you down.

Sy’s lips press hard against your ear, and through gritted teeth Sy’s raspy voice coaxes you along with his touch. “Be a good girl and cum for me, give it to me. This one’s all mine, Baby.” He knows when you’re close, he can feel you shaking as your muscles clench and your breathing changes. He continues his encouragement, his praise, all the while claiming that you’re his. “Tell me you’re mine, Sugar. I’ve got to know you’re still mine.”

At first you ignored him, you weren’t willing to say it, but soon the words came tumbling out. “Fuck Sy, I’m yours,” you sob and you know it’s true. As soon as you admit it you feel relief, you don’t have to hide your feelings anymore. “I love you.”

With a rough growl, Sy’s mouth covers yours, stifling the cry from deep within you as your climax rushes through you and you fall apart in his arms. Sy lets you go and lays on his side next to you, his fingers brushing your hair off your face. You open your eyes and look at him, finding his eyes in dim room.

“Come ‘ere,” Sy says. Lethargic and sore, you shift your body closer. He draws you under his arm and you rest your head on his shoulder, lifting your leg to his hip.

Neither of you speak, there isn’t much more to say. You still love him, still want him in your life and now that you have admitted it to yourself and Sy, you could both move on from this ugly time and be a family again. The thought is comforting and once again, the rocking of Sy’s chest against your cheek lulls you to sleep.

You woke up just in time to see Sy leave the bedroom. He was completely dressed, shoes on and everything, and it takes you a couple of seconds to register what you saw. You barely hear him go down the stairs, and you think he must be trying not to wake you. Confused, you look at your phone and check the time. Where is he going at seven twenty-five am?

When you realise what he’s doing you quickly grab your robe and put it on as you run down the stairs. “Sy,” you call out. “Hey Sy, wait.”

You catch Sy as he’s about to open the front door. He turns when he hears you, a small smile on his lips as he meets you half way. He puts an arm around your waist and uses his hand to lift your chin, giving you a light kiss.

“Mornin’ Sugar. I thought I’d let ya sleep since I kept you up half the night.”

“Half the night? Yeah, you wish it was half the night.” You smirk and raise an eyebrow.

“Gimmie a break, it’s been over a year,” Sy says roughly, but you can see him trying to suppress a grin. “Next time you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

“Promise?” you ask cheekily.

Sy growls and puts his hand around your neck. “Fuck, Baby, you just try and stop me.” He kisses you possessively, his tongue filling your mouth immediately, taking full control. When he pulls away, you’re a little dazed and breathless. Sy hums as he looks at you, then gives you one last kiss before letting you go. “I’ll call you tonight, we can work out when we can do this again.”

“You’re leaving?” you ask. “Why?”

Sy brings his brows down low and says, “You told me I had to go by seven thirty.”

You swallow hard. “Do you want to go home?”

“That place ain’t my home, Sugar,” Sy says, firmly. “And no, I don’t want to go.”

“Then don’t Sy.” You close the distance between you and put your arms around him. “Come home.”

Sy doesn’t say anything, he clenches his jaw and looks away. You give him a few moments, but the longer he doesn’t speak, the more worried you become. Eventually he looks back at you, his expression unreadable. “You want me to move back in?”

“Yeah,” you say. “We’ve been apart long enough.”

Sy inhales deeply, letting his breath out in a long sigh. “We have, haven’t we.” Then he smirks at you. “The boys will be home at nine, right?”

“Right…” you say cautiously. You don’t like that look in his eyes. He licks his lips crudely and you realise what he’s thinking. You feel heat spread through your body from deep in your gut.

“Then get your ass back up stairs woman. We’ve got an hour and a half and I intend on using every single minute.”

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