#Farmer!Syverson

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Your Life With Country Syverson

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[angryschnauzer]

As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 8

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

Pairing: ‘Lucas’ Syverson x Female Reader

Fandom: Henry Cavill, Sandcastle (Movie).

Ongoing Genre: Fluff, Angst, and Smut

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

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

Wordcount: 2767

Here is my masterlist and AO3

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

As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 8

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

“SY!”

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

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

“No. You; quiet”

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

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

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

“I’m still here ya’ know guys”

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

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

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

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

Sy took a deep breath;

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

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

“So Mike…”

“Yeah Sweetcheeks?”

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

Mike looked at Sy and back to you;

“He didn’t invite you?”

Sy turned beet red and suddenly got flustered;

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

You nodded;

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

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

"Nothing as far as i know"

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

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

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

"Still here"

Letting out a deep sigh, Sy turned;

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

-

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

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

Laughing quietly you smiled at Sy;

"The nap?"

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

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

Sy laughed;

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

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

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

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

“There’s snow on the ground”

“I was getting hot”

You smiled;

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

“Whoops”

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

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

“That’s the whole point”

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

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

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

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

"So, what are your plans for today?"

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

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

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

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

"Are you ok? We don't have to…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He looked up and smiled;

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

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

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

"Eager, aren't we?" Sy teased

"Please Sy, i'm ready"

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

"Fuck… protection…"

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

"I don't have any…"

"When is your period due?"

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure about this?”

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

“I need you inside me now”

“Okay okay, baby, relax for me”

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

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

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

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

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

Sy paused;

“The pain?”

“Yeah… when you hit my cervix”

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

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

You nodded;

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

Sy pressed a single kiss to your lips;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck me, that was amazing” he muttered.

-

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

“No dress incidents this time”

“I’ve learnt my lesson” 

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

“Have fun, i’ll call you later”

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

“So… tell me everything…”

#as sweet as honey #captain syverson #syverson x reader #henry cavill smut #sy x reader

[sillyrabbit81]

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

Hi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

@poledancingdinos Girls Night Out

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

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

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

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

Feel free to add anymore to this list!

❤️ Rabbit

#peacefulwriter88 #ask sillyrabbit81 #rabbitsrecs syverson

[jbucb]

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Characters I am partial to!

Joel, Sarah, Maria and Tommy Miller ,Ellie Williams, Abby Anderson!

(Includes:Jesse, Dina, Maria, Owen, Mel, Manny and more)

(Very happy to write non reader for this ,just characters as well)

Lee Bodecker, James(Bucky) Barnes, Mickey Henry, Frank, Carter Baizen, Nick Fowler, Jefferson Hatter.. scratch that... ANY SEBASTIAN STAN CHARACTER

Billy hargrove... that's it just him

Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff,Bruce banner

Capt. Syverson, Geralt of rivia (in game as well) ,Sherlock Holmes, August walker.

Dean and Sam Winchester, Castiel,

I write for charactersXreader I'm not opposed to doing WLW&MLM, but I am most comfortable with MLW

Tropes I love

DBF BFD, Age-Gap, Professer, Dilf

Secret relationship, Fake Dating, Enemies to lovers

BBF, Single parent, friends to lovers,

roommates to lovers.

I do enjoy AUs Very much !! Especially

Modern, pre-war-post-war, Mafia, actor, doctor,

College, Socialite, Vetran, Lawyer ,Cop, and Rockstar, Farmer, Equestrian.

I will not write for!

DDLG, STEP-relationships, Explicit

INCEST, FORCED PREGNANCY, CNS

(not excluding but will not write in heavy detail)

SA OR COCSA

I will write smut but not often as I do not prefer to write it .

[rmtndew]

Farmer Sy with longer hair.

‘Where Kindness Grows’

#Henry Cavill #Captain Syverson #Where Kindness Grows #farmer Sy #my edits

[littlefreya]

Hii are there gonna be more of Farmer Sy? dying to read 🤤 also i adore your writing! btw im from Russia, so now you know you have Russian fans 😁 all jokes aside, you're talanted as hell ❤️

Hello my Russian friend!!! Nice to meet you and thank you for writing to me!!! ❤️‍🔥 I hope that you are having a nice day over there :)

I definitely want to explore farmer!Sy a little further! It’s a fun trope and very suitable for Sy as he is a god damn cowboy 🤣

So I hope that I can come up with something in the near future.

Thank you for reading. 😘

#henry cavill #captain syverson #farmer!Sy #call me kiggy

[quietmyfearswith]

obssessed ; preferences

warnings — stalking, nonconsensual location/location tracking, obsessive behaviors, manipulation, knife, mentions of killing someone (no actual murder)

characters — dark!andy barber, dark!steve rogers, dark!ransom drysdale, dark!bucky barnes, dark!clark kent, dark!syverson, dark!august walker

a/n — THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH DARK THEMES,, dni if youre not 18+,, just a thought that played around in my mind so yeah. lmk what you think!

their love language | with their little | when you’re insecure | slipping into little space | fussy | happy hoelidays | cartoons

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To celebrate the case they won they held a little party at the office; though Andy wasn’t in a celebratory mood. With his hand clasped together against his lips, his eyes were watching closely his phone screen as he was awaiting a text from his beloved girlfriend who promised to be here. “Hey Andy, we’re popping the champagne already; are you joining us?” Tearing his attention away from the device, he smiled a bit as he told them, “I will once Y/N comes over.”  Tess, the assistant who invited him, chuckled a bit before leaving him alone in his office, “Staring at the phone won’t make her come over any quicker you know?” It was something they never really confronted Andy about — almost everyone at the office noticed how he had a firm grip around the girl, but no one dared to question or comment about it because they know how the skilled lawyer would come after them once they do — but silently they understood that if you spoke, let alone looked at her, badly it wouldn’t end well for everyone.

As the door shut once Tess walked away, his intense gaze returned once again to the mobile phone as he awaits a response from his girl. “Baby! I’m here now,” Snapping his head to the source of the sound, he immediately stood up and hugged Y/N as he let out a relieved sigh. “Where were you? And most importantly why didn’t you answer my text or return my calls hm?” Rolling her eyes with how her boyfriend was grilling her as if she was one of the witnesses he had on his case she apologized, “I’m sorry, baby. I got held up at the salon because my mani took longer than expected,” Her manicured nails then raised her phone to show how even as she pressed the button it wouldn’t turn on, “And my phone ran out of battery.” Wrapping an arm around her, he removed her bag and left it by the coat hanger and guided them to where the party was. “I’m gonna buy you a portable charger, baby; that way you won’t ever run out.” Innocently, she smiled and thanked him with a kiss on the lips before saying hello to his colleagues whom she got along well. That way the tracker I put on your phone will always be turned on, he deviously thought to himself as he sipped some of his champagne.

“Another long day huh?” August asked as he peeked his head around Y/N’s cubicle. It was quite odd to say the least — a field agent of his caliber not having his own office instead opting for a cubicle beside one of CIA’s lanky desk jockey? It was one of the questions she asked the infamous Hammer as he settled on the office cubicle beside hers, “Why settle for a tiny office station?” She asked to which he chuckled at as he explained, “Half the year I’m somewhere around the world; so what’s the point of having a big office if I don’t enjoy it all year round?” It was a good, solid point — one she so easily believed without a second thought — but unfortunately it was all a lie. Ever since Walker saw her once at a meeting Sloane held, he was hooked. Initially it was just her beauty and energy, but as he got to know her more he fell for who and what she was. “Yeah, I might need to stay a bit longer than usual,” She replied as she lifted the files she held, pinning the blame on the current target that needed to be researched on. “How ‘bout some coffee then?” Ears ringing with joy at his offer, she looked at him with an appreciative look as she nodded. Chuckling at her reaction, he stood up and trodden over the pantry. Installing surveillance devices on her work computer and cameras around her desk paid off since it allowed him to know everything there is to discover about her — her favorite artists, pet peeves, how she liked her coffee, home address, mobile phone number, even her social security number!

“How’d you know how I like my coffee?” She asked after taking a sip of the hot beverage; with a smile he shrugs as he pretends to get back to the work on his computer, “Well it was just a wild guess.” In her mind however, she did find her tastes to be quite basic and didn’t doubt August which was a relief to the field agent. “I think I’ll be going home now,” She announced as she shut off her computer and began to clean up her desk. “Need a ride home?” He knew she did, since he overheard her talking to a mechanic earlier that day about a defect her car suddenly had, “Yeah I do actually, but I wouldn't want to hassle you.” Quickly putting on his brown coat, he was standing up as he fished his keys out, “Nonsense! I don’t mind helping a colleague out.” Conceding, she took up his generous offer with a smile. As they were making an easy-going conversation, Y/N gave her address; but what she didn’t know is that not only did August know by heart where she lived, but he had also paid her house a visit multiple times in the past.

With an arm draped around her shoulder, Bucky and Y/N walked around the farmer’s market; the latter whined endlessly to her boyfriend how she wanted to buy some products. And though the thought of going out in the crowds wasn’t at all appealing to him, the need to make her smile made him go anyway. Leading him up to the different stalls, the former Winter Soldier couldn’t help but chuckle at how she would coo and be all excited for the different groceries, clothes, and figurines. “Slow down, doll. The market’s not going anywhere,” Bucky told her as he tailed behind her as he carried over 10 different bags filled with her purchases. It wouldn’t normally be a problem for him to look after her, but as the path became filled with people and him being preoccupied with the bags he held made him unable to keep a grip on her. With worried, drifting eyes, he was searching for his girlfriend who seemed to have blended right up with the bustling crowds, “Y/N? Doll? Where are you?” 

Setting the bags down on a vacant table, he then spotted her standing by a stall that sold her favorite food. His relieved smile was soon being replaced with a scowl as she was talking and laughing with another man. Whipping out the knife he kept on the pocket of his jeans, he was ready to torture the man. But as Y/N turned to him with a wide smile, it had him hiding the knife out of her sight, “Bucky! Look it’s Sam, my cousin!” Upon her introducing who the man was, the knife that was hidden was being kept back into its original hiding spot before he shook hands with the man, “Oh! Nice meeting you same, I’m Y/N’s boyfriend.” As they shook hands Sam had given them both a look as he sassed, “I know who you are! This one,” He referred to Y/N by pinching her side as she smacked his hand and giggled, “Won’t stop gushing about you every time we talk.” Seeing how she was clinging to his metal arm as she nuzzled her cheek to his side was all the confirmation Bucky needed; Sam then excused himself, “Well you got to swing by one of our family gatherings, yeah Bucky?” Nodding, they all exchanged farewells before the couple headed to the table where their bags still were — thankfully not stolen. “You shouldn’t have run off like that, doll. Got me real worried for a second,” He gently scolded her with a stern look. Pouting, she defended herself, “I’m sorry, Bucky! I just saw these cute little mason jars, but they were too expensive so I walked away. Then I smelt something delicious so I followed it and it turned out it was my favorite food; but Sam was there so I chatted with him instead.” Ending her enthusiastic breakdown of events with a sweet peck on the lips, he told her, “Doll you know that I would have bought you anything your sweet heart wanted. Just don’t go anywhere without me okay?”

The soft ping on his phone made Jensen pause his movements as he was selecting  a movie that you both would watch; eyebrow raising when he noticed that a certain “Steve” was texting you. Opening the text through the software he installed on both your phones allowed him to see every activity you do on your phone — but it wasn’t the only feature it had for it also allowed him to change the texts, emails, and other settings on her phone. A frown graced his handsome features as he read the text, “ Hey Y/N I can squeeze you in on Thursday, at 3pm. Are you free by then?” Displeased, he then sent a text to the guy saying how his assistance wouldn’t be needed any more. And he edited the text Steve sent her to make it seem that it was Steve that texted how he could no longer accommodate her. “Got some chips and chocolates!”

Her excited voice brought his attention from his phone screen to her excited face as she plopped herself beside him. “Thanks, babe,” Kissing her forehead, he sneakily looked over to where she was unlocking her phone and reading the text; noticing how she pouted he inquired, “What's wrong, babe?” Snuggling up to his side after sending a reply, she explained, “Steve said he can’t meet up with me anymore.” As he was rubbing her back, he faked the symphony, “Aw that’s too bad; why did you even need to meet up with Steve anyway?” She did not pick up on the faint hints of darkness on his tone, “He was my dentist! He was going to determine whether I need to have surgery for my tooth, remember?” At the revelation of who Steve really was, the  communications and technology expert felt slightly guilty but he was quick to reassure her, “Don’t worry baby I know a dentist who can help you.” Feeling her hum appreciatively against him, she planted a kiss on his cheek as they both focused on the movie; and as her eyes were trained on the screen, he whispered lowly, “You're only gonna be around people I trust, babe.”

There was a reason Sy had chosen a house that was nearly thirty minutes away from downtown — it was so their friends and families would feel lazy or discouraged to visit them due to the distance and time it took to get there. “Where on earth do you need to be today, petal?” Sy’s morning voice huskily rasped out in her ear; they both had just woken up and as Y/N was moving to stand up from the bed, she was being trapped in his muscular arms for a hug. Giggling at how he was being, she rolled around so they would be facing each other, “‘M going out with my friends today — Sophia and Rose have been bugging me about how we don’t hang out as often anymore.” At the mention of her going out and leaving him, Sy’s mood deflated and his eyes went wide; this wasn’t how he pictured this day going. “But petal, you’re gonna leave me all alone in this big house? ‘M gonna miss you so much,” The former army captain whined as she got out of his grasp and heading to wash up in their ensuite bathroom — not before bopping his nose as she reminded him, “Well you chose this house, bear. Plus, it’s only just for a while.”

Sitting up on their bed the man could only cross his arms and grumble, which was interrupted with her phone ringing. After seeing that it was her friend, Sophia, who was calling he then answered it for her, “Hey Y/N! Can’t wait to see you; we’ll pick you up in 20 minutes okay?” Taking the opportunity, Sy then decided to fabricate a lie, “Oh hey Sophia, it’s Sy,” He paused before saying the next parts in a hushed tone, “Y/N won’t be able to make it since she hurt her foot two days ago when going down the stairs. I know she was so looking forward to seeing you. Will do, bye.” With a smirk, the man set her phone back down on the nightstand, just in time since Y/N exited the bathroom, “Who was that, bear?” Making his way over to her, he hugged her as he kissed her forehead, “Sophia, calling to say she’s gonna have to cancel because she’s sick. And Rose was called in to work.” It was clear on her face that she was disappointed because she was looking forward to catching up with her friends, but her boyfriend tried to mirror her expression when in reality he was overjoyed with getting her all to himself. “Guess that leaves just the two of us, petal. Don’t worry, we’re gonna have fun today.” 

“Fucking hell,” Ransom cursed as he was speeding to go to where your tracker said you were. He had gifted you a necklace six months into the relationship, and it was costly not just because of the intricate design it has but also because he had put a tracker on it to keep tabs of your whereabouts — not that you knew about it. You both had a fight the night before, and it didn’t end well since it led to the two of you sleeping in separate rooms and Ransom drinking away his misery. So imagine his surprise when he woke up and found how you weren’t in the house and he noticed as well how a duffel bag that was in your shared walk-in closet was gone; the writer thought of the worst possibilities. And his anger went through the roof when he saw how you were at his grandfather’s house; it was one thing that you guys fought, but to involve his family in this? That was bound to be a fucking mess. As he parked the car by the driveway, he stepped out in rushed steps that were slowed down by the two dogs barking and crowding him, “Shoo, get away, mutts!” He scared them away and entered the house, “Alright where is she?” His yell echoed through the walls as Marta who was walking from the kitchen and into the foyer was startled, “Hugh, what brings you here?” 

“Where’s Y/N?” Knowing Y/N’s secret, the nurse swallowed nervously as she reluctantly told the truth, “She’s with Harlan at the gathering area.” On his way there he noticed how there were some party decorations — some colorful streamers and balloons — on the walls before he saw his girlfriend who was looking through something on her iPad, “What the hell are you doing here?” His voice caused her to gasp out loud as she looked like a deer caught off guard by headlights; standing up she walked towards him, her hands gripping onto his forearms, “We fight and you end up here to my grandfather to what? Complain and seek refuge?” Though his words stung she chose not to feed onto his anger, “Can you promise to listen out to me first?” Seeing how she was calm and not as mad as the night before, he gulped down and nodded. “When you accused me of cheating on you, it hurt because I knew that that wasn’t the truth,” She paused briefly to monitor his reactions, and she knew that he would then ask what was up with her behavior so she addressed it before being prompted to, “And the reason why I seem to be distant or busy these past few days is because I was planning on throwing a surprise party for you — for the success of your book.” At her explanation he could feel his entire body relax at the relief of him not having to kill anyone; also it made sense to him why his grandfather’s house had some ornaments hanging. Pulling her close to him, he hugged her tight as he kissed the top of her head, “Princess, I was so close to killing someone, you have no idea.” Swatting his back, she laughed at him, “I think you owe me an apology, mister. Not only did you ruin the surprise but you also accused me of cheating on you.” Smirking at her he replied, “I’ll make it up to you for the rest of our lives, princess, don’t you worry about it.” And he meant every single word of that promise; for he knew he wanted no one else but her.

The mission went well since the new agents did their jobs well — even exceeding Steve’s expectations of how they would handle the pressure and what decisions they would make in order for the mission to be a success. As the quinjet landed and they were given the clearance to exit the aircraft, the super soldier frowned when he took note how his girlfriend wasn’t anywhere near the landing pad. She always welcomes me back, he thought. The weight of his duffle bag on his arm didn’t matter to him as the feeling of worry and anxiety about his girl was way heavier. Immediately, he headed to their shared living quarters where he hoped she would be, “Kitten? I’m home,” His voice bounced off the walls as he dropped his bag on the floor and looked through every nook of the room. Now his anger and confusion was through the roof and he then decided to consult, “Friday, where’s Y/N?”

“She’s at the common area with Sam and Pietro, Captain,” As soon as AI mentioned where she was he found himself striding briskly towards her location. If she was with Bucky, it wouldn’t have alarmed him as much. But the Captain had a hunch that Sam secretly liked his girl and had plans of stealing him away from him; while Pietro was a natural flirt and joker. Even just by standing at the doorway he heard his beloved’s giggles as Sam recalled an exaggerated story. “There you are, kitten,” He let out, relieved upon seeing his girl alive in one piece. Turning her head, she smiled widely upon seeing her boyfriend and abandoned her conversation with the two Avengers to run to Steve with open arms. “Steve! I missed you so much,” She squealed as the super soldier caught her effortlessly and wrapped his thick arms tightly around her figure. “What are you doing with these troublemakers, kitten?” He wondered out loud, completely ignoring two offended looks from the said men. “I was bored of waiting for you in our room so I went here,” She was cut off from her explanations when Sam added, “That, and we missed hanging out with Y/N!” Even though Y/N giggled, Steve was trying his best to control his rage; but Pietro wanted to push him further to his limits by saying, “You hog her all the damn time we forget how great her company is!” the only girl in the room squealed as she was being carried off by Steve, “Well I don’t want you around her that’s why I hog my girl around.” Everyone around the super soldier still thought that he was joking and decided to laugh it off; Sam’s voice called out to them once more to tell a joke before they both had fully exited the room, “Yeah? Well why don’t you just lock her up in a secluded house then?” That’s exactly my plan, Sam, Steve smirked to himself quietly.

Clark needed an escape that night; for someone who has inhumane powers the stress of his job at the Daily Planet can definitely take a toll on one person — so he decided to go flying around at night, just to take his mind off things. As he was flying, he sensed trouble and decided to check out what was happening. It was a woman who was being bothered by her ex who was clearly under the influence, “Goddamn it, Alex! I told you I don’t want to talk to you!” Y/N was trying her best to push him away, but even in his drunken state he had a  tight grip on her forearms. “Just wanna talk to you, baby,” He sing-songed as he tried to push his body closer to hers. “I think she made it clear that she doesn’t want to,” A booming voice spoke up, causing Y/N to gasp out loud when she saw Superman himself; Alex however grunted at the searing pain on his shoulder caused by the mysterious man, the pain weakening his hold on the girl to the point where he tore his hands away from Y/N to push away the weight on his shoulder. In his drunken state, he failed to piece together how it was the infamous hero in front of him — instead all he saw was a tall, muscular man and decided he didn’t want to have his face beaten up so he just walked away with his arms up in surrender. “Are you alright, miss?” Clark gently asked the woman who felt relieved she was no longer being bothered by her ass of an ex. “I am, thank you.” She nodded and before she could ask how’d she find him he offered, “Would you need help getting home? Just to make sure he won’t follow you again.” He was quick to clarify, in hopes she won’t find him creepy. “I know you have good intentions, but it’s fine. I don’t think he has the balls, let alone the energy, to bother me. At least for tonight.” With that she waved at the hero goodnight before getting into her car and driving into her apartment — but she didn’t know how up in the sky above, a certain pair of blue eyes followed her journey home.

“Hi! You must be the one who moved next door?” Y/N politely greeted the man as she was leaned by her front door. Clark smiled as he adjusted his glasses — suddenly feeling nervous upon seeing her beautiful face once more, “That is me! Though the one who moved next door is quite a mouthful; you can just call me Clark.” As she laughed at his lame joke she told her name, “And feel free to knock if you need anything, okay?” Taking his nod of agreement as a cue that their conversation ended, she entered her apartment. The son of Jor-El II went inside his own apartment that was directly next to hers  — he did so because days and nights of following her didn’t satiate his hunger for her, so he decided that perhaps this would be a clean way of easing her into a relationship — and busied himself with organizing his belongings in his apartment. Hearing Y/N’s increased heart rate and her voice raised, he opened his door to check out what was going on; and the sight of her ex bothering her once again. “Come on, Y/N! You need to take me back!” Displeased with how the imbecile failed to grasp that Alex should not reach out to his girl anymore. Letting his rage get the best of him, he walked over and pushed Alex off hard enough he landed on his bum, “When a woman says she doesn’t want to see or talk to you, then you better comply with her request.” Gulping down, he recognized the strength as the same one who grabbed onto his shoulder — and now as he was sober Alex decided to respect her wishes and hastily stood up to leave the apartment building. “Are you alright?” Seeing how Clark stood up for her, it made her reminisce about how she was reduced two weeks ago by Superman, “I’m fine, Clark,” She nodded as she grounded herself back to reality and stared into his concerned, blue eyes, “Thank you, by the way.” As he smiled at her she offered him for some snacks in her flat, which he gracefully accepted. “You know, you’re the second person who helped me get rid of Alex,” She mentioned as she handed him a snack; feigning innocence he tilted his head up as he inquired, “Oh? Who’s the other one?” Taking a small bite of the snack, she wiped her mouth free from the crumbs before  replying, “You probably won’t believe it, but it was Superman,” She laughed along with her new neighbor who didn’t find it unbelievable and instead played along as he spoke, “Who’s to say I’m not your personal superhero, beautiful?”

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[hauntedelation]

Let Us In

(Picture found on Pinterest, I don't own!)

Description: It was time for Sy to be shown how much he is appreciated in that house.

Pairing: Gender Neutral Reader (No race or body type mentioned) x Mike x Captain Syverson. (Walter is mentioned.)

A/N: Alright, so this was from another Discord chat with my friends. @hope-to-hell and @feralrunaway. The overall back story is from Hope's universe with Mike, Walter, Reader and Sy. Here's the link to her master list and all of her stories that feature this dynamic!

Feral gave these wonderful lines that are highlighted red. Thank you, friend 🥺

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: smut (18+), oral sex male receiving, reassurance, praise, loving ass play and feelings

Sorry for errors, enjoy guys!

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He arrived with his fingers playing on the rim of his cap, ready to take it off to let some air grace his heated scalp. The weighty thud of the garage door resonated secondly.

Walt was out that night, working a later shift at the station. He took the short time leave his best, a little note with a his best addressed to Sy. His intentions were to be provided when he came home. He parted an hour before with a kiss to each of your foreheads,

'Don't overwhelm him, yeah? Have fun, I'll be home when the sun comes up.'

You were peering at the bulk of Sy's body, how it would tense with each move he made. He bent down, unlacing his boots and slid them off. "Hey y'all," he greeted you and Mike, but that drawl was muffled, drained.

Mike was gnawing on his bottom lip, his eyes sparkling in the setting sun through the kitchen window. His fingers tapped anxiously on the countertop, with no particular rhythm planned.

When he caught the eye of the southern male, standing a few feet away, he gifted him a nod and an awfully hidden smile.

It was contagious, you followed after Mike to welcome Sy more personally. You caught how his hands smeared the grease on his jeans, the sweat trickle along his forehead.

He had been at the exterior of the house the entirety of the day.

That, and with the passing months he had worked to improve dozens of things for the house. Though, never did any of you ask. Sy always found something, taking those problems in his hands and wiring his thoughts to fixing them.

He was tenacious, not you, Michael, or even Walter could convince him to halt his favors. All the man would reply with was, 'It keeps me busy, I don't mind a bit.'

This was a few days ago, the particular idea came with a conversation between you and Michael:

You needed to show him your thanks.

"How’s the project coming big guy?" says Mike as his hand lays on his thick bicep. The man sighs, clicking his tongue in thought.

"Well I reckon..."

You and Michael bring him into the kitchen, listening to his musings about today and what his plans were for finishing that project. Sy is speaking softly, his body relaxing more and more under yours and Mike's hands sliding over his clothed skin.

"You need anything?" You let your palm glide up his chest. His blue eyes gaze down at you before they flicker to the sweating pitcher of tea on the counter.

He gulps down a glass before you catch Mike's silent message. His chest is heaving in that thrilling suspense, the quick wiggle to his brow a signal.

"Sy, can we do something for you?"

The man places his glass down on the countertop, wiping away stray droppings of the drink with his hand. His chin tilts toward you, and he was mulling over that query until Mike stepped in, voice modestly shaky,

"Yeah, you got a minute to spare?"

His nimble fingers trace the sleeve of Sy's shirt, along the stitching and the fabric stretching over his arm. The man catches this, blinking slow at the younger man. He was distracted, missing the way that your lips pulled up in a vampish manner.

Sy rubs at his beard and drifts his eyes between the two of you, oblivious, unaware,

"Sure, what do ya need?"

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The Captain had fallen asleep, he was damn sure if it. He was still out there in the garage, hunched over that table and drawing, planning and redrawing those notes for that task. He swears that he must have drifted off and was snoring like a hog out there.

He had to have, because he was dreaming up a vision he thought he would never experience with his eyes wide open.

His curious words, "What're you two planning here?" they wavered away the moment he was brought into the bedroom.

It was real, far more tangible than anything else that could come to mind. Two pairs of wandering hands, pulling him into that familiar room, two pairs of lips pressing onto his skin and his own.

He can feel both of your fingers on his worn-out body, the way that you two had your own mission. You had your intent to venture past his garments, seeking every inch of him.

Michael enjoyed dragging his fingertips along his scalp, down the nape of his damp neck. He took the older man's lips with his and languidly, worked his mouth open. He was chasing that sweet, sugary taste of the ice tea.

You moved from his neck, his collarbone, before gently dropping to the floor before him. Your hands unlatched the leather binding his hips and soon his jeans slid from his thighs, his underwear accompanying.

The first taste of him, the gift, the raw sensation of his stiffening length. All of the salt and the wood, all of those hours he clocked in outside.

The flavor of Sy coated your tongue, and how that roused something in the both of you. You could hear Mike swallow every moan falling from Sy's lips.

Right there in the middle of the bedroom, with the door to his back, he had nothing to hold onto. You unknowingly placed him in the position of using his will to keep himself standing. He really wasn't trying to lose.

Mike joined you on the floor, grinning up at the Captain and taking his erection into his hands. They met eyes, and he tapped the head of his cock against his swollen lips, running his tongue around the ridges before taking him all down.

Michael and his talented mouth, he almost sent the older man tumbling.

Almost did, you could feel his smirk through Sy's skin. Though your hands steadied him, at least for a moment or two. They lightly squeezed his thighs, hardly able to make a dent in the muscle. He was alright.

At least until your fingers worked around his legs from the front to the back. You had found the white tube under the bed and slickened your fingers, creeping to that spot.

Your torturing mouth, nipping on his thigh and his abdomen, you whispered into him, "You need to sit down, Captain?"

His fingers trembled when he pulled at the hem of his shirt, sliding the filthy garnet off, and tossing it on the floor.

Michael pulled his mouth away and sent Sy a light-hearted chuckle, he followed the dark ring around his biceps and collar bone. The Captain had developed a perfect farmers tan.

Your finger worked just passed that taught ring, Mike returning his mouth and—

"Christ, sweetheart." He didn't know who to address.

Sy's hips also didn't know which direction to move. They fell back, chasing your digits and pushing you in deeper, then kicked forward into the heat of Michael's mouth.

He ran his palm on his buzzed head, then his knees grew wobbly and–

You both guided him to the bed. Sy was compliant, more than so, especially with the way his eyelids shaded most of his blackened blues. He was puddy at the hands of you two.

You tapped his knee and told him to position his hips just over the edge, thumb back to rubbing over his sensitive hole. Mike was panting in your ear, throwing out a comment about, "You take their fingers so well Sir, so good, and god–"

His jeans were way tighter than he could say was comfortable but he neglected that.

Mike took pleasure in holding Sy's pulsing cock, slickening the member to the point of glistening. It was like he craved to make a mess over him. Leftover saliva dribbled over the man's balls, dribbling more and pooling on the surface of the couch.

His other hand was still sticky with precum, but he gathered your jaw in those fingers. He removed your mouth from Sy's hole, your tongue lapping at the ring, and revealing the view of the man clenching around nothing.

You filled him once more before Mike slanted his mouth with yours, starving and needy, swiping his tongue repeatedly against yours.

Sy's nails sunk into that couch, hips jutting into the grip of Michael's hand. It was torture, the man didn't wish to stop all of this, hell he hoped that he wouldn't finish anytime soon. That would take every drop of thought in him.

His mouth fell open though, effortless the moment your third finger was slowly pushed into his hole. Massaging and working him open just the way that he liked.

"Mm, y'all I–"

And then yours and Michael's lips fell to the veins on Sy's erection. You both shared the salt of his precum, the thrum of his heartbeat through his skin. Neither of you fighting for it, sucking his head into your mouth and Mike licking at you to get a taste.

All the while your fingers didn't dare halt, pressing deeper and deeper to the point where Sy was crumbling around you. Stimulating that sweet spot in the depths of him.

If you had peeked through your lashes, you could see how his lips were perpetually open, revealing those ragged, low sounds from his core.

You would notice his flushed face, clear to the man's ears. You would see the way Mike's palm rubbed up that man's stomach, up to roll the man's nipples between his fingers.

And you could see how Sy could hardly keep his eyes open, struggling to take everything in in front of him. Those pretty eyes fluttered. Christ, did they keep on closing, did his head fall back into the cushion of the couch.

He could feel it, that pressure wind through his spine to the point where he could say he had never quite felt that so intensely before.

Sy's eyes would close only for him to be pulled back between his legs, needing to look into two pairs of adoring eyes.

"You two a-are killing me."

You pulled the tip of his erection out of your mouth, a wet pop emerging from your lips. Mike, who had been running his tongue over Sy's balls, delicately taking each one between his lips, eventually drifted back upward.

He was sloppily taking in your remaining spit, more liquid from Sy's leaking erection.

You kept on rubbing that spot, feeling how his hole clamped around your fingers. But with your free hand you found Sy's leg again, thumb grazing along the many hairs there.

He was taking you in, gulping down a strained breath well in his stomach. You kissed, and you kissed, over the flesh of his abdomen and the sides of his ribs, over the knotted markings carved into him.

"Sy?" It took him a minute,

"Mmh?" That's all he could push out, his hand soothed up your shoulder, a thick brow lifting shallowly. His other hand was tangled in Mike's unruly curls, watching the younger man's head bob rhythmically.

And how he was still quivering, his hand shakier than he had ever seen it. Through Michael's earnest mouth he could hear you,

"Sy we just wanted to thank you."

You pressed your lips over his ribs some more, before flowing down his stomach and over the trail of hair further south.

"We appreciate everything that you do. You need to know that. You need to know that nothing you do goes unnoticed, all of the favors and the things you improve in our lives. We want to show you how much you mean to us."

Your eyes met his and through that fog you saw that man, passed his thundering heart beat and through the muscle itself. It was a challenge, 'maybe he didn't really see', you worried.

There was still hope in your chest, you could sense that somewhere he was understanding, grasping.

He had been rendered speechless in your heard. His uneven breaths still fell from his mouth, his tongue wetting his bitten lips. That large hand of his soothed over the back of your neck, fingers brushing softly the skin behind your ear.

"You make us all happy, and feel so protected. You've changed our lives, more than you will ever know."

Michael took his mouth off of him, gathering his breath and letting the Captain swipe his thumb at the spit dripping over his lower lip.

His throat was hoarse, and after a tender kiss to Sy's thumbpad he told him, "Just lay back and let us make you feel good for a little while."

Sy didn't know whose eyes to watch, bouncing back and forth, captivated and welling with a hoard of emotions. The man decided to nod his head in a daze, trying out a controlled smile. He'd tried so much before he had to let his head rest into the couch.

Every bit of tension was dissolving from his body, he'd begun to allow his body to mold, shape under the both of you.

The weary Captain observed you and Michael, gazing at you two working your love into him.

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[brandycranby]

dye my hair blonde for you

summary: maybe Sy loves you and maybe it’s an act

pairing: Captain Syverson x unnamed asian reader (leaning heavily towards east, but *throws up hands* it could be south or southeast or even central, I dunno, run wild young hearts)

warning(s): angst, anxiety, self-hatred, mentions of perceived or expected racism, excessive use of commas

a/n: my first reader-insert thingy; um, yay for growing up with eurocentric beauty ideals?

the idea that sy likes peach pie goes to @feralrunaway and I ran off with it (sorry, thank you!!)

also DISCLAIMER I am Chinese, any description of the reader’s features with any grain of hatred is a reflection of how I still perceive myself today. Not saying it’s right, it’s never right but wow I was in a well of self-hatred when I wrote this.

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Was he aware? Did he feel it like you did? Dangling above your heads like some old guillotine, wicked glinting. 

Our differences, I mean

Dear Captain, your Captain.

I wish I was made for you

You felt it fizzling across your skin, searing you alive in local stores, during the farmer’s market, in front of his army colleagues and their pristine southern wives.

Why am I here? Look at the mirror, china doll, don’t kid yourself

He would have said something if he noticed, your Sy, so gentle, so warm with his broad palms, scarred and pink, forever red in his head.

So considerate to not notice how yellow you are as he gently thumbs your arms and brush kisses across your shoulders. As he threads his hands through your hair, spilling pin-straight black, and pulls it away from your neck.

You squeeze your eyes closed as he ghosts his lips over your face. His whiskers tickling your flat cheeks as he nuzzles at your temples.

Wonderful tender man, tell me what to change. I’d do it for you.

Why didn’t it matter to him, all those bottles you pushed into his fridge? Soy sauce, oyster sauce, the fish sauce, chili paste, and a dozen jars of marinade. Why didn’t he complain? Why did he make them fit?

The drawers overflowing with steamers, chopsticks, glazed spoons. A massive steel wok hanging on a hook he hammered in the kitchen wall. The massive bag of rice he hefted into the house across his shoulders, twice the price you’d buy back on the east coast.

Just for me. Why me, love, what do you see in me that I can’t?

His eyes are soft, blue like some fantasy ocean. You can’t meet them, you stare at the pie dish instead - the crust lodged rock hard in your throat, peach fillling over-sweet, sticky on the table.

What a wife you have, Captain, I’m sorry.

He furrows his brows a tad and maybe that’s the last straw. Your tears blister-burn down, down your pancake flat face and you fold into yourself like fifth-grade origami because you know nothing and are worth nothing -

and the kitchen chair screeches as Sy stands and this is the part where he’ll tell you what a fucking failure you are.

Give me your hatred, I can bear it. You can’t, really, you’d shatter.

Your legs are warm where he kneels in between them, his gruff bearded face all you can see as he cups your cheeks with his burly hands. His chest rumbles with his baritone hum while he rubs a circle on your jaw and tucks your hair behind your ear.

“Sy, I’m- “

“Shush.”

“But it-”

“It weren’t that bad, sweet, no’ bad at all.”

He lifts a side of his mouth into a soft smile and presses his forehead against yours, the short fuzzy crop of his hair tickling where it touches.

A goddamn failure -

“Preciate you, peach, every part of ya.”

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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Meet Caleb Syverson❜┊˚̥۪͙۪◌

This is Caleb Syverson, though he usually just goes by Sy. He is two minutes older than Abigail, a detail he wants everyone to know. When Abigail’s and his dad died when they were just 16 in high school, he took over the role of the man of the house and ever since that moment, he has taken care of the Honey Bee Ranch, with both his mom and sister.

Sy is now 30 years old and still lives on the ranch, taking care of all the chores that require strength and he doesn’t mind if he gets dirty.

#Welcome to Sapphire Falls #Caleb Syverson #farmer!Syverson #henry cavill #Henry Cavill fanfiction

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Farmers Daughter Part 8

All the Parts can be found on my Masterlist

Part 8 got flagged on my old blog so I am reposting it!

TW: NSFW, daddy kink

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The evening was getting late and the party turned a bit rowdier. People were dancing and alcohol was flowing as she made her way back inside. Syverson was at a table playing cards with John, Jackson, Karl and some other farm workers. He looked relaxed and happy. All of them had a beer in hand. Remembering what she did earlier she smirked. Now she had to wait, soon they will realize that one of the kegs of beers is missing and when they drank all the others they will go and try and find it. Let’s just hope she can get Syverson to go look for it with her. For now, she made her way to the dance floor, she saw one of her old school friends dancing. “Hey girls can I join?” “Of course, Y/N! Common.” Lauren one of her friends pulled Y/N to her. For a bit Y/N forgot all the worry around her and just let lose. Swinging her hips. But then she felt the tingle she always got when a certain Captain looked at her. She looked over her shoulders meeting his eyes. Smiling she started to swing her hips a bit more seductively. Turning around she put a hand in her hair, letting it wander down her body and closing her eyes. Her hand glid down her breasts, down her stomach and to her thigh. She dragged her dress up. Her hands going to her hips, looking him directly in the eye, her pussy barely covered. Syverson watched her as if he were hypnotized, licking his lips. She was sweaty from dancing and it got hotter by the minute. Pulling her friend Lauren closer to her she started grinding on her, smiling at first before she bit her lips. Syverson ignored the game in front of him to mesmerized by her hip movement and the way her tits bounced. John slapped him on his shoulder, drawing his attention away. He leaned in and whispered something in his ear. Y/N wondered was it was because Syverson’s eyes casted a quick glance at her but then ducked his head ignoring her dancing. She felt frustrated, she just wanted to get fucked hard by the Captain. She could practically feel his heavy weight on top of her, the way his big hands would grab her and oh she hoped he was big. But from the way his trousers bulged, and his legs always spread wide she was sure that he was. Felling her pussy tingle at the thought and her nipples slightly hardened she took a deep breath and went up to the bar. She did not want anything but just in case anyone was paying attention she wanted to make sure it looked realistic when she goes over to the guys to tell them that Pete said they are running out of beer and cannot find the last beer keg. Screw waiting, she wanted to get fucked by the Captain now!

She was out of sight for a while, taking a deep breath. She saw had Syverson folded. Perfect so he was free to help her. The moment of truth let’s, see what the Captain is made of. Making her way to the card table she acted concerned. “John, you supervised the beer, right?” Nodding he did not pay too much attention to her, too invested in the game. “How many did you get again?” “Ah, I got 6. Why?” He quickly glanced up at her. “Well Pete just told me we are low on beer. They can’t find anymore. But he also said it was the 5th barrel.” “Did they look in the hut, I stored them all in the back.” “I’m gonna go and look again. Can you come with me? I doubt I can lift it.” “Can’t one of Pete’s people go? I am busy right now little cookie.” She pretends pouted, knitting her brows together. “Oh no it’s fine I understand I’ll manage somehow.” Acting like she was unsure about this she tried to catch the attention of the other man. Finally, she looked at Syverson smiling a bit. “I’ve seen the kegs,” said Syverson standing up, “you try and lift them, and you’ll find yourself on the floor with a back injury.” He looked pointily down at her. “Common.” “Thanks, Sy!” Jackpot. It could not have gone better. The men were too engrossed in their game to pay them any mind and Syverson volunteered without her having to do anything for it. Breathing deeply as to not give away her excitement. She walked past people dancing, acting like someone bumped into her she fell into Syverson side. He immediately pulled his hand around her stabling Y/N. She held onto him while they walked out of the barn and he did not drop his arm from around her when they were outside. He felt big and warm against Y/N, snuggling into his side she could smell the mixture of dark cologne, sweat and something dashingly musky which must be Syverson’s natural smell. It made her head woozy and her body tingle. “I think they stored them in the cooler at the back of the cabin. I don’t know where else it could be.” “We’ll find it. Beer can’t vanish out of the blue.” Oh no it doesn’t, but people can hide them, she thoughts to herself. “I mean they still have enough for a while, so we have plenty of time to search.” She needed to get the urgency out of their mission, if she wanted to get him to play pool with her. This is why she sat up everything in the first place. No one would be in the cabin, no one to disturb them and pool is a very sexy game. And she had something up her sleeve that will make it even sexier.

Getting inside they made their way to the back. He still had his arm around Y/N and only let go to open the cooler. As planned the beer was not inside. Suppressing her smirk, Y/N turned to him confused. “Well here goes nothing. Great maybe they forgot to load one in. Let’s just look around.” Making her way up front she looked outside making sure that no one was around and drew the curtains. No one will interrupt them now. She was getting the Captains dick and only the Captain himself could deny her that. She had put the barrel behind the bar in the cabin, it did not matter who would find it. The most important part is that he agreed to take her up on a game of pool. Syverson was looking through the cooler. So, she positioned herself in front of it bending over the bench, it had a back and was close to the wall but far enough away that she could easily fit behind it. She wanted to tease him some more by bending over. But Y/N suddenly cried out, she had leaned too far forwards and lost her balance. Bracing herself with her hand, Y/N was bend over the back of the bench. “Syverson.” She called out. He could here footsteps and suddenly a loud laugh. “Stop laughing Syverson! And help me up.” She wiggled with her legs, trying to get herself up right again. Her dress was dangerously high on her legs. That made her halt, smirking to herself, this was maybe not what she had in mind but let’s go with it.  And with one more wiggle she managed to get it to the middle of her ass revealing her lace lingerie. Promptly the laughter stopped and was replaced by a groan. He cleared his throat and Y/N felt warm big hands grab her hips. “Just a second baby girl.” One hand pulled down her dress to cover her up again, his hand used this opportunity to softly caress her ass. Y/N stopped wiggling in anticipation of what he would do next, pushing her ass into his hand. But he drew his hand back and leaned over her. Her breath hitched. He was pressed up against her lower body. He encased her in his strong arms. Smiling she thought this was not the place she had planned to be taken and maybe a bit uncomfortable but guess there is nothing she would not do for his dick. But suddenly he lifted her up “I got you baby girl. Carful with your head sweetheart.” He pulled her up slowly, one hand was wrapped tightly around her, and another reached out to protect her head. He put Y/N down slowly on her feet. She was pressed up against his front, his hands on her hips just holding her. God Y/N could never get enough of feeling his hands on her. She felt his breath on her neck and involuntarily clenched her legs together. She needed him now! Y/N slowly turned around. Pressing her chest against his big one. Her checks were flushed, and her breath shortened. But she was a bit embarrassed and to regain her composure she said: “It’s not behind the bench.” It made Syverson laugh, the rumble in his chest sent shivers through her body. Laughing Syverson shook his head, his hand came up stroking her face lovingly. “Good to know baby girl.” Stepping back, he said to continue looking for the missing keg. But before he could go too far, she grabbed his hand and exclaimed: “Oh but please can we play a round of pool first?” She pointed excitedly at the pool table as if she had just seen it. “I haven’t played in ages!” She dragged him behind her to the table. Turning to him Y/N pouted up at him. “Please.” She was tired of waiting. She needed to get him hot and bothered. “What about the missing keg?” “Oh, please they still have enough beer and if not then I am sure they can survive without it for half an hour.” Walking over she prepared the balls and handed him a cue stick. Relenting he started to prepare. “Captain’s fist.” She said smiling.

Soon she saw that the Captain was an excellent play, and Y/N was not. She missed again, stomping her food in frustration she turned to him with a pout. “What am I doing wrong?” Chuckling he told her she was holding the stick in correctly. Biting back a reply that she never had any complaints from other man when she held their stick, she watched as he showed her how to hold it. Pretending that she did not understand she tried again but before she could strike, he called out: “No. no you are holding it to steep. Her let me.” He stood behind her bend body. There was barely any space between them as he leaned over her, wrapping his hands around hers. Pretending Y/N had to adjust herself she pressed her ass up against his crotch and wiggled a bit. Syverson halted, taking a deep breath. “Here like this.” He slowly adjusted her hands. His breath was ghosting the side of her neck sending a pleasant tingle down her spine. “Yes, like this.” His hand let go of her, gently he traced them up her arms to her side, a breathless moan escaped her. “Concentrate now baby girl. You got the perfect form.” He said while his hands wandered down her sides and settled on her hips. Holding her there. Arching her back a bit more she pressed closer to the Captains groin and drew the cue back. “Yes, just like this, you are doing so good baby.” He encouraged her. His praise made her pussy quiver. She was not sure whether she wanted to fail or not but with her brain on autopilot she pushed the cue forward wholly concentrated on Syverson behind her. By miracle, the ball went in, she was so elated that she shot up from her bend position turned around and jumped on the Captain. “Oh my god I did it. I did it. I did it.” She wrapped her legs tightly around the Captains waist. His hand came up to support her. She buried her face in the crook of his neck smiling widely. Pulling back, she looked up at him wide eyed. “Did you see? I did it.” Laughing at her joy. He pulled her even closer. “I did baby girl, you did so good. Daddy is proud of you.” Her breath hitched as he said that, but her smile never faltered, it got even bigger. Daddy is proud of her! Her nipples instantly hardened. Rubbing against the Captains tense chest. He looked embarrassed of what he said, flickering his gaze back and forth trying to gauge her reaction. A bit of tension left his body when she did not react visibly to his statement. She bit her lips and leaned in, whispering in his ear. “Thank you, Daddy.” And kissed his cheek before sliding down his body. Y/N could her a growl leaving Syverson’s chest, but she acted like nothing she just said was out of the ordinary. Picking up Syverson’s cue. She bent forward again making sure that her hair fell forward in her face. Acting all annoyed as if she could not possibly play with it in her face, she held out his cue to him. Syverson was breathing hard, quickly snatching the cue from her and gripping it tightly. Smiling softly at him, she let her hands wander down to her thigh. Slipping them underneath, Syverson watched with dark eyes, mouth slightly open and a rumble leaving his chest. Her hands found her panties, pulling them down. Syverson growled. Watching in anticipation as she pulled her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. She gathered her hair up in a ponytail and wrapped her panties around them, using them as a hair tie. Syverson was breathing heavily and his jeans looked far too tight but else he did not move as if he was hypnotized by her. Slowly she stepped forward taking the cue from him. She put it between her legs pressing it up to her clit. A shaky breath escaped her, by now she was wet, her nipples painfully hart and visibly through the dress, her mouth slightly agape. She wrapped one hand around the cue near the tip and with the other she started to rub chalk on it. Rubbing the tip as if it were a dick, adjusting her stance the lower part of the cue rubbed against her clit making her moan gently. She pressed it closer to her between her breasts, encasing it in them. Syverson’s eyes were on her breast licking his lips. Quickly pulling it from between her legs she bent over, her dress ending right under her bare ass. And took the next shot, nailing it perfectly. Smirking at him. “Thank you, daddy for teaching me how to handle your stick.” Biting her lips, she let out a giggle bending over again trying to get another ball in when suddenly Syverson was behind her, pressing his crotch against her. Y/N could feel his cock rock hard against her ass. Moaning out she pushed back at him. Before she could rub herself against him, he put his hand on her hips holding her in place. He was squeezing her hard, pressing her hips in the table. Growling he leaned over her. “You fucking tease. You innocent fucking smiles, does skimpy little outfits. You think daddy thought you how to handle his stick.” Giving a thrust of his hips he let her feel his hard cock. “Pulling down your panties like that in front of a stranger, an old man working for your daddy.” He started rubbing himself against her. Y/N started to whine, wanting more. His right hand snuck up to into her hair, gripping it tightly, suddenly he pulled Y/N up by her hair. She cried out; it stung a bit but made her pussy even wetter. Pushing her up against him he wrapped his hands around her middle. “Daddy will teach you some fucking manners now, baby girl.” He took a long lick from the base of her neck up to her ear. Pulling at her earlobe with his teeth. Promptly she pushed her down on the pool table again, lifting her dress. He gently caressed her ass. “What a sweet fucking ass.” He groaned before delivering a hard smack. “Ah daddy.” She called out. Smacking her twice more, he chuckled seeing her kicking her legs. Soothingly he patted her bottom. Rubbing his hands up and down, making her whine. With every stoke he got closer to where she needed him the most. He was so close. Yes. Almost there. Just a bit closer. She could not help but get on her toes and push her ass back. Letting out a relieved moan when she finally felt his finger on her cunt. Quickly drawing them away he growled out angrily: “Did I give you permission to fucking move?” Tugging at her hair again. “I don’t fucking think so baby girl.” She cried out: “I am sorry daddy. I am sorry please.” He gave her a hard smack on her ass. She got teary eyed from the hard smack and the frustration she felt. She just wanted to feel him. He turned her around, encasing her against the pool table and him. Towering over her, he was almost intimidating with his massive statue and dark look in his eyes. Gripping her chin, he observed her wide and teary eyes. His eyes soften the hold on her chin lessened. Pulling his hand from her waist he wrapped it around her waist pulling Y/N up on her toes and leaned down. Nuzzling her nose with his, he smiled. She was falling into him submitting fully to him. Slowly he leaned down further, brushing his lips over hers so gently it was barely there. Letting out a whine she softly whispered: “daddy please.” As a tear rolled down her cheeks. Her pussy was burning with want. Y/N wanted this for so long and now Syverson was just teasing her. This is not what I wanted, she thought. Y/N felt impatient, suppressing the urge to stomp her foot. But then his lips were finally on hers, they both let out a relieved moan. His lips tasted like beer and his beard tickled her. Smiling into the kiss she slumped forward, becoming puddy in his arms. Her hands came up grabbing at his arms. Moaning at how strong they were. She felt his tongue gently licking over her lips. Nibbling her bottom lip, he took it between his teeth tugging at it. Sighing she parted her them willingly. His tongue entered her mouth. Softly touching her. Trying to pull her even closer, the kiss got heated. He started pressing his lips almost painfully against hers, groaning. His hand wandered down to her ass, squeezing it. Y/N let out a whine, it stung a bit. Promptly he perched her up on the edge of the pool table and trusted his crotch against her bare pussy. Crying out “Daddy.” She gabbed onto his shirt. “Stick your tongue out baby girl.” Without hesitation she did, and he begun sucking at it. His other hand came down to her dress, with one tug he set her right breast free. Grabbing onto it he growled at their weight in his hands. He gave it a slap making her cry out. Syverson started to tug on her nipple, pinching it hard. By now her thighs were coated in her moisture. His jeans were rubbing directly against her clit. “Daddy, yes daddy, daddy, daddy.” It was all she could think of. He pulled out the other breast and pushed her roughly on the table, spreading her out. “You are so fucking sexy.” He said thrusting against her. “Such an innocent looking baby doll.” Trust. “But you are a fucking slut, aren’t you?” Thrust. “So sexy.” Thrust. “So beautiful.” Thrust. “Fucking amazing tits.” Thrust. “Always peeking out under these cock teasing clothes.” He said giving them a slap each. The front of his jeans was dark from her wetness. She was so close to coming. So close just a bit more. Her whines got higher, her breath shorter. Tears rolling down her cheeks. Please. Please I am so close, she thought. Chuckling he growled out: “You like that baby? You like being a slut?” She just gave another moan. Slapping her breast hard he shouted: “Answer me baby girl now.” Nodding vigorously “Yes daddy. I love- . I love- “ Thrust. “Ah I love it.” Thrust. Her entire mind was fogged over, she was so close. “Please daddy, I’m so close. Please.” “NO” He grounded out, stepping back. Letting out a cry. “No please daddy. I am sorry for being a cock tease.” She did not care if she had to humiliate herself, she just wanted him to touch her again. “I am sorry for being a slut. Please just make me come and I’ll behave.” She got up from her pool table walking towards him, putting her hands on his chest. “I promise daddy.” Grabbing her hands, he tugged her forward and put it on his dick. “You wanted to play with daddy’s stick then go on baby girl.” He thrusted his clothes covered dick in her hand. Suddenly feeling nervous she got on her knees, swallowing hard. She opened the jeans button. Her hands shaky with anticipation. Gently pulling down the zipper it got stuck halfway through. She was scared of hurting him, so she looked at him with big eyes. “Can you help me daddy, please?” “Of course, baby girl. Such a good girl asking for help.” Pulling the zipper down completely he pushed his jeans down to the middle of his thigh. Her breath hitched; his cock seemed massive in his briefs. Hair was coming out from underneath disappearing underneath his button up. She wished she had ripped it off before getting on her knees, desperately wanting to see his big chest. She leaned in closer, her hands on his hips rubbing him thought his briefs. Her head laid on his hip close to his cock taking a deep breath. The musky smell of Syverson was even stronger here. Her mouth watered. Tacking a long lick on his massive bulge she heard him groan. She started kissing and teasing him over his underwear. Syverson leaned his head back enjoying it for a while before he garbed her ponytail pulling her head up to look at her. “Get to it baby girl. We ain’t got all night.” Wide eyed she nodded. “Yes daddy.” Slipping her hands in the waistband of his underwear she pulled them down. His hard cock jumped out. She gasped at the size of him. Y/N was not sure if he was exceptionally large, but he was definitely the biggest she had ever seen. Shaky she lifted her hand touching him, drawing a moan out of both. Her hand was not able to wrap around him entirely. Gently she started pumping him, with one hand. The other was clenching her dress in her hand. He felt heavy and throbbing in her hand and she could only imagine how he would stretch her out. Y/N started pumping him harder. She couldn’t help it she snuck her hands between her legs, touching her clit. She moaned out and gripped him tightly. Suddenly he leaned down snatching her hand out underneath her dress. “Obviously, you need something to do with your other hand little girl.” He tugged her hand up, “Common little slut tug at my balls.” Immediately she put her hand to use. Cupping his balls, tugging, and squeezing them gently. She was licking her lips, moving her hips in hopes of relieve but only found thin air. “You obviously need something in your mouth too.” He dragged his thumb over her lips, pushing it in. “Common baby girl, open up for daddy.” Opening her mouth wide he pulled his thumb out and guided his cock to her face tracing her lips. Smearing them with pre-cum. Licking her lips she moaned at his taste. Sticking her tongue out wanting more. He slapped his tip on it. Chuckling, “You are a good girl, aren’t you? Such a sweet slut.” Smiling brightly at his compliment she started licking his tip. Her other hand wandered to his shaft again, pumping him. Syverson was moaning thrusting his hips lightly. “hm yes you are. Such a good slut. Just look at you, loving my cock in your mouth.” Grabbing the strands that fell out of her ponytail he gathered them together, gripping them tightly. “Open wide baby. That’s enough teasing. I’ve been waiting for so long to use your little mouth.” With this he started thrusting into her, groaning shamelessly. She tried to relax her jaw and open wide. He held her head halfway down his shaft. He only let off when she started to gag. Breathing deeply, he let her catch her breath. But she wanted more. Y/N started to lick all over him making sure to lube him up nicely, before she took him in again as deep as she could. His breath got erected, sloppy thrusting into her. “Lick my balls. Common baby take ‘em in your mouth.” Moving down she thought it was only polite to kiss them first before she took them in her mouth. “Ah yes little girl. Daddy loves that.” She grabbed onto his thighs. He started jerking his cock harder and harder while she was busy licking his balls. “Fuck yes. I’m gonna come baby. Look up at me.” He moaned: “Don’t look away.” Licking over his shaft and hand again she took the tip in her mouth and began sucking. Holding the back of her head to him he looked her in the eyes, jerking his cock into her mouth. Suddenly groaning out: “Stick your tongue out and open wide now.” Quickly she obliged another deep moan left him and she felt his cum splashing on her tongue. Filling her mouth before he pulled back a bit coating the bottom of her face with his last cum spurts. Letting go of her head he closed his eyes, trying to get his breathing under control. Y/N did not dare move watching him calm down and enjoying the taste of Syverson’s cum in her mouth. Her hips were still rocking back and forth, longing for relieve. He opened his eyes staring down at her a fire aflame in them. He leaned down lifting her with ease from the ground. Carrying her to the pool table he sat her a top of it. “You were such a good girl. Listening to daddy without hesitation. And good girls get rewarded.” Without another word he buried his head between her spread legs. He kissed her lips, and it was her turn to moan like a slut. His beard rubbed against her burning deliciously. He legs clenched around his head, and her hand in his hair keeping him in place. She couldn’t construct a coherent sentence, too far gone. She only managed to get out whines. He took a long lick from her ass up to her pussy, spreading her lips. Sucking on her clit. It sent a shock through her. Taking some smaller lick, he dipped his tongue into her small opening groaning into her. “Fuck you taste divine baby girl.” Diving back in he nipped at her outer lips, making out with them. His hand moved from her thigh in between her legs, slowly making his way to her cunt, teasing her entrance. “Please daddy. Please!” she cried out. Taking mercy on her he pushed one finger into her, crooked it, massaging the inside of her pussy. His tongue snuck up to her clit again, licking it. Making her cry out when he finally sucked on it and nibbling it gently just enough to border on painful. Her breath came out in short puffs, feeling herself tighten. Forcing in a second finger he massaged her g-spot and attacked her clit forcefully. She laid back on the pool table grabbing at her breasts, tweaking her nipples. “Please don’t stop. Please I am so close. Oh god, oh god yes. Yes daddy.” Her pussy tightened more around his fingers. Making him moan into her. It sent shock waves through her. He pushed into her harder and sucked violently on her clit. With a loud moan she came, wetness gushing out of her coating his beard. Her legs feel open, releasing their tight grip around his head. She felt weightless, and in utter bliss.

Syverson stood up, gently stroking her face. Wiping away the tears that escaped her eyes. “Oh, baby girl. You did so good.” Slowly he pulled her into his chest. Rubbing her back. She felt so tried. He laid his head atop of hers just holding her. Suddenly they heard a loud noise outside. “Yeah, let’s just check in the cooler again John.” They stiffened at that. Syverson quickly stepped back pulling his underwear and jeans up. She tried to get back to her feet. Straightening out her dress. Syverson pulled out a rag, wiping away the cum on her face. They could hear the door open and she quickly took the cue stick next to her. Pretending to play pool. “What’s up Syverson, oh and hey Y/n. What are you guys doing?” Said Jackson. John stood behind him. “Oh, we were looking for the beer but I kinda pressured the Captain into giving me a pool lesson.” She smiled lightly, supporting herself on the pool table, her legs still felt like Jell-o. Before Jackson could say anything John buttoned in: “So the beer is not in the cooler? We ran out and some boys are getting thirsty.” Walking past them he looked in the cooker but could not find anything. “No, we searched this half of the cabin already, but we forgot to look behind the bar.” She just wanted them out the earlier the better. She had hidden it underneath the bar earlier. John walked up to the bar searching for a second then exclaimed: “Ah here it is. Guess we forgot to load it in.” Picking it up John and Jackson made their way to the door. “You guys coming?” asked John. “Nah we’ll finish the game first.” Said Syverson. Nodding they made their way out of the door, closing it behind them. As soon as they were gone Y/N slumped down on the floor. Her legs ached and she was drained of energy. Syverson immediately moved towards her, kneeling in front of her. “Hey you alright?” Nodding she made grabby hands at him. Straightaway he pulled her into him. Gently caressing the side of her face. “I’m just tired,” she whispered. Humming he cuddled her for a while. She felt herself nodding off, with her head buried in his chest. “Hey now, don’t nod off yet. We gotta get you into bed first.” Lifting her up he made his way to the door. But before he could reach it, she started to wiggle out of his grasp. “No, we can’t be seen together like this. My papa will throw a fit if he finds that we-“. At that she broke off blushing again. “at what we did.” Syverson took a step back looking away. Breathing deeply, he nodded. Moving to the door. “You still need to get to bed, so common.” Something had shifted between suddenly if felt awkward. Making her way past him she walked towards her house. Does he regret it already? She thought. When they passed the barn, she turned around whispering a small “Good night.” Y/N had turned around ready to go when he gripped her wrist. Walking up to her he whispered in her ear: “Unlock the back door of the kitchen then go up to your room. Make yourself ready for bed baby girl.” Letting her go he walked to the barn.

She walked into the kitchen unlocking the kitchen door like she was told even thought she was confused as to why. Then went up to her room washing her face, brushing her teeth, and putting on her favorite night gown. It was soft and too big for her, but it made her feel safe and comforted. Laying in bed she felt restless, she was tired, but her mind was not cooperating with her want to sleep. She heard a creek at the door and it suddenly opened. Sitting up she pulled her blanket close to her, scared. But before she could do anything, she recognized Syverson’s figure. Breathing out relieved she asked: “What are you doing here?” “Snuck in through the back door in the kitchen. Here.” He handed her a big glass of water and a small pizza roll and a slice of cake. “Common you drink up.” Taking the glass from him she gulped it down. “Now the pizza roll baby girl.” Again, without hesitation she ate it realizing how hungry she was. He sat on her bed watching her with soft eyes. “Now a little treat for being such a good girl.” She blushed smiling up at him. Taking the piece of cake. She hummed in satisfaction and a small “Thanks daddy” escaped her. He gently caressed her face. “You are very welcome my little baby girl. Common time for bed now. Lay down.” Yawning she laid back down, snuggling into her bed with a smile on her face. He stroked through her hair calming her down further until she finally fell asleep. She did not feel the small kiss he gave her on her forehead, and she did not notice when he snuck out of her room already far off in her beautiful dream world.

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As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 7

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

Pairing: ‘Lucas’ Syverson x Female Reader

Fandom: Henry Cavill, Sandcastle (Movie).

Ongoing Genre: Fluff, Angst, and Smut

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

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

Wordcount: 3114

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

As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 7

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Dinner and talk"

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He let out a very shaky sigh, nodding;

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

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

"Do you need a break?"

"A break?"

"Before i tell you the rest"

He paused, before shaking his head;

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

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

"So you took that to the cops?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shook your head;

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

“Does he know where you live?”

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

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

-

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Baby… please…” he begged quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No problem”

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

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

-

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

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

“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!”

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

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

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

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

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

Your eyes went wide;

“This is Walter’s son?”

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

“Sure am Sweetcheeks”

Chapter 8 >>>

#as sweet as honey #syverson x reader #syverson smut #henry cavill

[sillyrabbit81]

Sliding in your ask box respectfully with this

Sy? 🥺👉👈

WOMAN!!!!

#wolvesandhoundshowltogether #captain syverson #ask sillyrabbit81 #farmer!sy #fic inspo

[nuggsmum]

I really hope I’m not to late, upon thinking about the way I answered before I have done some soul searching and this is how I would describe myself.......

1. I am more towards plus size. I LOVE to laugh, I also really enjoy making people laugh. I can tend to be a bit insecure. I try to find the good in everyone. I love my eyes, they are kind of like a steel grayish blue one is more grey than the other.

2. I LOVE Sy!!!!! I love angst fluffy smut.

3. Just one animal? I can’t have all the animals?

4. My dream job I would really have to say is an archeologist.

I love you and your writing.

I literally just started on yours when I got this! Noted, baby!

Than you so much for your support of my writing, I'm so glad it's been a small comfort to you. Hugs 🖤 Hope you like it.

Jeremiah Syverson can’t believe the audacity of the woman that showed up on his doorstep asking to dig up his cornfield was for real. Some archaeologist that thinks there’s something worth digging up under his field. He said the only thing that field is going to do is grow corn.

He did feel a little bad at the look on her face when he slammed the door in it. He also couldn’t get her out of his head. The way she’d smelled when he’d first opened the door, and the way her hips had swayed as she’d walked back to her car in defeat had made him feel more than he had in a long time.

Lucinda Andrews couldn’t believe how rude Mr. Syverson had been. She had offered compensation for the loss of his crops, and he still refused her. This dig would prove that there had been settlements here long before it was thought, and she had been working on this for years, only to hit the brick wall that was Jeremiah Syverson’s chest. His big broad chest… She tried to get it out of her head, but all she could think about was the big, burly farmer and his intense blue eyes.

When Lucy shows back up to speak to Sy again, he tries to make up for his rudeness and invites her in for coffee. After speaking to her about her research and understanding where she’s coming from, he agrees to let her organize a dig in his southern field. He tells himself it has nothing to do with how attractive he finds her.

Will they find more than artifacts at the old farm? Will Sy be able to convince Lucy that he’s not as bad as he seems? Will Lucy be able to concentrate on anything when Sy is working in the bordering field with no shirt on? Will what she finds in the field change both their lives forever?

#nuggs celebrates #its a book cover #yay #fun #so many thristy ladies for sy #ran out of names #we all want sy in our bed

[rmtndew]

Okay, I can’t wait, I have to share this. I was researching something for ‘Where Kindness Grows’ and found the picture on the left and my brain went into shock because that is without a doubt farmer Sy! Look at the hands!!! They are the exact same! I’m swooning over here!

#Henry Cavill #Captain Syverson #Farmer Sy #Where Kindness Grows

[littlefreya]

Can we just talk about Sy owning a farm? And you just happen to work there... 💆‍♀️

Warnings: 18+, sexual innuendo, some description of sexual encounters. Sy being too hot to handle, reader insert.

A/N: So while we’re at it! I just want to mention there it an ongoing series by @r-t-doll with Farmer Sy you should probably check out! And also this headcanon by @achaoticaugust Thanksgiving  and by @killjoy-assbutt-1112 Sy headcanon

Farmer Sy.

Under the blazing sun of Texas, Logan Syverson labours all day in maintaining his farm and clearly never bothers with his shirt.

Skin drenched with sweat, all muscles and girth, he looks like a golden god while he works the chainsaw over the hard planks of wood.

You started working at the farm just a couple of weeks before summer began, answering an ad online offering a vet position at his ranch. Little did you know that Mr Syverson must be some kind of a Viking warrior descent with marine-blue eyes and a bushy beard.

Seeing his muscles ripples, your chest sinks so deep your lungs threaten to collapse. The air is arid, yet there you are, wetter than the bottom of the Atlantic, daydreaming about these hands gripping at your waist and lifting you up before he throws you on the pile of hay.

His bicep flexes while he smoothes a hand over the plank and you imagine his hand around your neck, holding you down as he rips your underwear off and forces himself inside.

He looks huge by the size of that heavy bulge in his shorts. Hardly able to keep those tree logs together when he sits with you during lunch.

“See something you like, darlin”?”

His question catches you off guard while absentmindedly, you gawk at his groin. With your cheeks burning, you quickly turn around and storm off to your office, too embarrassed to face the consequences.

Though your foot hardly makes it past the door, and you are hauled back and find yourself face to face with the blue-eyed giant. His breath fumes against your face, his hand latched at your wrist while he peers down at you with white-hot desire.

“How ‘bout you give me some sugar, lass?

#henry cavill #captain syverson #henry cavill x reader #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson drabble