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pixie88 · 8 hours ago
PROMPT FAIRY here again!
Have to say I'm very impressed at what you've written with these so far!
Your next challenge... I mean prompt is....
"I love to hate you"
Enjoy 😘
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Summary: You can’t stand all the annoying things Sy does, you hate him. Too bad you also love him just as much.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader
Word Count: approx 1.7k
Warnings: smut, angry/rough sex, p in v sex, name calling, degradation kink, praise kink, spitting kink, daddy kink, dubious consent, a little bondage, implied aftercare. I think that’s it.
Authors note: Thanks for the prompt, Prompt Fairy. I hope you enjoy this one as much as the others. I really enjoy your prompts.
Thanks to @amberangel112 for her beta read, you are the best! Thanks to @blakerogue for her expert opinion on angry sex 🤣 and @henryobsessed for giving me the confidence to post this. Edited by me, there will be errors.
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Love/Hate
Every damn noise you make sends my guts into spasms, knotting themselves into tight cramps that sends bile to my throat. The way you sit there uncaring and unknowing that pure rage that fills me when I see you cleaning your fingernails, dirt falling into the rug. The way your lips smack against each other and against your teeth, the way you burp after a beer, the way you don’t care that I have to smell your disgusting…
“Why are you snarlin’ at me, woman?” Sy asks.
Because I hate you.
You want to say it, but you don’t. You’re too much of a coward. You turn your attention back to your book, ignoring him as if he didn’t say anything at all.
Now you feel his gaze boring into you, you feel your heart thunder in your chest as blistering fire burns in your gut. You want to rage at him, scream, throw things at him, but you won’t, you wouldn’t. You weren’t scared of Sy so much as you feared yourself. You had no idea how far you would go, how far you would take it before you went that one step too far, taking the fight to a place you could never come back from.
“Why are you ignorin’ me?” Sy’s voice was surprisingly measured, calm and casual.
Because, despite everything, I love you.
You won’t say that either. You won’t admit that. Not now.
“I’m going to bed,” you say, picking up your wine glass and taking it to the sink. You rinse it out and hear Sy turn the tv off. You turn the water off and place the glass on the drying rack and wait. The beer bottle makes a short clang as it touches the stone benchtop of the kitchen counter.
Your back stiffens and you suck in a breath. Closing your eyes, you exhale slowly, trying to keep calm. Sy’s boots thump as he makes his way up the stairs. Stay calm, stay calm, stay…
“God damn you, Sy,” your voice cracks as you turn rapidly and grab at the beer bottle he left on the counter. In your anger you miss, knocking it over and watching it fall to the ground, you see it smash onto the tiles and shatter all around you. You look down at your bare feet, tiny shards of green glass litters the floor. “Fuck!” you scream.
You are suddenly lifted and placed on the bench, you struggle in Sy’s grasp, but he is too strong as he moves you out of danger. He grabs your feet, checking them quickly. “You ok?” he asks, his voice was urgent, as if he genuinely cared. Sy looks at you, his forehead wrinkles, his lips pulled tight in a line.
“You should have put it straight in the bin,” you say, unable to keep the poison out of your tone.
Nearly throwing your feet away, he raises his arms and takes a step back. “Yeah, fuck ok. I know,” he growls. He grabs a broom and begins sweeping up the mess. You hear him mutter curses under his breath, and you could have sworn he said the words brat and bitch.
“I don’t see how this is my fault,” you say.
“I ain’t sayin’ it is,” Sy says without looking at you.
“Then don’t call me a bitch.”
Sy pauses mid sweep. You notice his body tightens; his knuckles are white against the broom handle. “Then don’t act like one,” he says softly before continuing to pick up the remaining shards.
Your mouth works, trying to speak but you are so staggered by what Sy said you can’t make the words come out. “You’re a bastard, Sy,” you finally say, your voice quivers with rage, as you leap off the counter and storm to the stairs.
You don’t make it far when you hear Sy’s boots thunder behind you. You run, but you don’t make it and Sy grabs you, bringing you back to the counter, you kick at him, yell at him to let you go. He grips your wrists in one hand behind your back. “Settle down girl. Just fuckin’ settle down.” He grabs your cheeks with his other hand, fingers digging into your skin as he makes you look at him, “What the fuck is with you?”
“I hate you.”
A smirk plays on his lips as Sy chuckles, “You shouldn’t tell lies, little girl. You just ain’t cut out for them.”
“I fucking hate you,” you repeat. Blinded by rage you do the worst thing you could think of, you spit in his face.
Sy doesn’t move, he stands still, frozen and you watch as his chest starts puffing. Lifting his hand, Sy wipes his face. Staring at the spit for a moment, he growls and turns his attention back to you. Your blood runs cold as you look into his eyes. His normally warm blue eyes appear to be burning, blazing with a white hot anger.
“I’m sorry, Sy,” your voice trembles, and you begin to shake. You know you’ve gone too far. Pressing his fingers into your cheeks Sy forces your mouth open. You try to shake your head and try to beg, “No please.”
You can’t fight him off as your jaw is forced wider, and without a word Sy spits into your mouth before clamping it shut, forcing you to swallow. You try not to, you try to wait him out, but Sy is patient, hand covering your mouth until you relent.
You close your eyes as shame floods you, and you swallow him. Shame because you feel it, feel that deep yearning need begin to bloom between your legs. Heat rises to your cheeks, and you feel hot as your heart pounds in your chest. You feel the sting of tears as Sy releases your mouth and feel the tickle of his breath on your ear as he says the words you long for and fear. “Fuckin’ brat.”
Trying to stifle the moan that hurtles up your throat, you bite your lip. You can’t stop your back arching though, and you turn your head away from Sy, desperately and uselessly trying to hide your arousal.
Sy’s hand violently pulls at your pants, and you don’t try to stop him, you know the futility of it. His lips are on your neck, sucking your skin deep into his mouth, teeth biting hard, marking you for all to see, reminding you of what you have done.
The sounds of his belt being undone makes you open your eyes, just in time to see him pull the leather from the loops. Sy’s lips are drawn into a snarl as he replaces his hand with the belt, and with practiced movements he ties your wrists together. He lifts you again, turning you around, he pushes your head against the cool stone bench.
His fingers poke crudely at your centre, and you hear his groan as he slides his fingers over your slick slit. “You’re so fuckin’ wet. Can you feel how wet your slutty pussy is?”
This time you can’t hold back the moan as his fingers violate your core. “Please,” you beg, shameless now, you were desperate for him.
“Fuck, little girl, your cunt is milking me so hard already and I ain’t even fucked ya yet.”
“Daddy, please,” you whimper, your hips rolling desperately seeking more of him. You cry out, as he removes his fingers, but you’re empty only a few moments as you feel the soft head of his cock press against your walls, pushing his way into your pulsing muscles.
With a guttural grunt Sy forces himself inside, and you feel as though you are torn apart. Your hands clench behind your back as you try to take him, take the pain, try not to cry. But Sy is relentless, pounding into you, the force of his thrusts pushes your thighs against the counter so hard, you know you will bruise. You mewl as the pain gives way and soon it feels like bliss. His hand leaves the back of your head, he grips your throat, and you struggle to breathe as he exerts just enough pressure.
“You gonna cum or what brat? You ain’t got long, cause I ain’t waitin’ for you,” Sy threatens, but you know it’s an empty threat, you’re close and he knows it. “Come on my pretty little slut, make a mess on Daddy’s cock.”
Shouting a mumbled plea, you feel your thighs start to tremble as you begin to reach your peak. You are on the edge, so close until you felt Sy’s fingers press against your clit, slapping out a steady beat. You grow tight as heat rolls over you, and you feel a tension snap, your whole body release as you sob out a wordless cry as you fall apart.
“That’s it,” Sy says, his arrogance oozing from every word. “That’s my girl,” he growls as his thrusts start to grow irregular and his release follows yours.
When you regain your senses, Sy leans over your back, his hand releases your neck, and you feel his panting warm breath on your skin as he recovers. His beard tickles at the back of your neck as he kisses you, his lips soft now as he traces over the no doubt red and angry marks he left there earlier. He releases your wrists, before he turns you around and pulls you into a hug.
“Feel better, little girl?” Sy asks, his voice gentle as he strokes your back.
“Yeah.”
Sy kisses your forehead. “Sorry about the bottle.”
“It’s not that big a deal, I…” you had more to say by you are silenced by a yawn.
Sy chuckles, “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed.” He lifts you and you wrap your legs around his waist. “Do you still hate me, Darlin?” Sy asks as he carries you up the stairs.
“You know I love to hate you, Sy.”
Sy grins and says, “As long as you love me, I’ll take it.”
You kiss him gently and whisper, “Always.”
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pixie88 · 8 hours ago
I haven't slept for the past week, and I was wondering if you could write an image with Henry Cavill where the reader has insomnia and has been awake for days, and they're at a red carpet type event and she just falls asleep on him (head resting on him, etc).
Oh, honey :( Sending hugs your way, and I hope you finally get some sleep. I can't imagine how you are even still functioning, but I am so proud of you for still pushing on! Here is a little something just for you, bby <3
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Pairing | Henry Cavill x Reader
Word count | 864
Warnings | RPF, insomnia.
Authors note | Edited by me, myself and I, mistakes run wild in this end of the woods.
*No permission given to repost, rewrite, translate or copy my work or any part of it.
Pretty please, leave your girl some feedback, and if you enjoyed, please, please, please reblog. It is very much appreciated 💖
Lights Down Low
Tossing and turning. That's how you spent the last three nights.
You had tossed, and turned, and huffed, and cried.
You kept trying to hush yourself, close your eyes, and welcome the land of dreams... but it never came.
Instead it left you frustrated, and tired.
Henry had clicked onto your issue, very quickly. And he himself tried everything.
He cuddled you, sang to you, even made you some milk with honey... but nothing helped. Which had you feeling even worse, because not only were you keeping yourself up, you were keeping him up too.
Halfway through night three, you had thrown the covers off your very awake self, and with fat, frustrated tears streaming down your face, you stormed out your bedroom, and into the guest bedroom.
Where you hoped to cry it out, then fall asleep.
You were wrong.
Trudging into the kitchen a few hours later, eyes red and puffy. Purple smudges under your eyes, and face as pale as paper, you run your hands down your face.
Henry, already awake and waiting, watched you walk to the coffee machine.
He was leaning against the counter, his eyes filled with worry and sympathy.
All he wanted was for you to get a good night sleep.
Reaching your hand out for the coffee pot, your palm meets your favourite mug, warm, and filled with coffee.
For the first time in several hours, a smile spreads over your tired face, and you meet Henry's eyes.
"Thank you," you mouth, as you take the mug into your hands.
As you take a sip of the smooth, bitter goodness, Henry speaks up.
"We don't have to go. We can stay home, and figure out a way to get your some shut eye," he says, his eyebrows furrowed, already thinking of ways to get you to sleep.
"Nonsense," you pause the cogs spinning inside his head, "you've waited an entire year for your movie to finally come out. We. Are. Going," you finish, firmly.
Henry huffs at you, a smile creeping up onto his face as he sees your smile grow, and you send a wink his way.
"And anyway," you continue, "I can't wait to see my mans naked butt on a big screen."
Giggling, you scurry away from your soft giant as he scoffs at you playfully and tries to pinch your backside.
...
Lights flash from every direction, and they blind you, causing yellow and black dots to blur your vision, as you smile widely at the cameras in front of you.
The hand that was around Henry's waist, gripped onto his suit tightly. These events always caused you unnecessary anxiety, with the yelling, and pressure to be absolutely perfect.
It was alot. But what don't you do for love.
Giving you a reassuring squeeze, Henry pulls you with him, down the blood red carpet, and into the venue.
"You're doing great," he whispers against your hairspray frozen hair.
"Like wise, Superman," you whisper back, giving your hip a harder sway, and bumping into his side a little.
You hear him chuckle above you, as you step into the screening room.
"Mr and Mrs Cavill," greets a suit-clad man, "Your seats are here." He points into the direction of two plush, leather seats.
Thanking the man, Henry slides in, before holding a hand out for you to take.
Gliding your fingers across his skin, you place your palm in his, while your other pinches your dress, and lifts it up a tad, so that you don't trip on the hem.
Henry leads you to your seats, before motioning for you to sit down.
"And they say chivalry is dead," you giggle, holding a hand over your chest in feign shock.
Henry snorts. "Not with me, darling," he winks, well... blinks.
You clamp your teeth together and pout your lips, trying not to laugh at your husband.
"What?" he asks, confusion furrowing his brows.
"Nothing," you squeak, as you take your seat, a hand covering your mouth as you hide your grin.
Henry squints at you, not buying your bullcrap. "Mhmm," he hums, still eyeing you, as he sits down.
As the lights dim down, the projector comes to life, and the massive screen before you, lights up.
Soon, the film begins to play, and you sink further into the soft seat.
Henry's hand is resting on your thigh, as he draws circles on your skin with his thumb, gaze intense on the screen.
You try to focus on the film, you really do, but for the first time in three days, a yawn stretches your mouth wide open, and you finally feel the sweet land of dreams enveloping you.
As your eyes close, your body slides across the leather, pressing against Henry, and your head thumps against his shoulder.
Henry shoots a quick glance at you, thinking your were just cuddling up to him as you watch.
But he makes a quick double take, to see you fast asleep.
A small smile creeps its way onto his lips, and he gently manoeuvres his arm, so that its around your shoulder, cradling you.
"I'll tell you all about it later," he whispers with a grin.
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pixie88 · a day ago
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pixie88 · 2 days ago
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Summary: Sy catches you watching Magic Mike XXL again.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader
Word Count: approx 1.1k
Warnings: Sy stripping, implied smut.
Authors Note: Ok, let me be clear, I’m only writing this because I love you @nashibirne and because @amberangel112 kept pestering me to do it. Plus I got to watch Magic Mike XXL again. This is very much out of my wheelhouse. It’s inspired by my husband’s reaction every time he catches me watching a Henry movie (minus the stripping of course!) He basically walks in, says something like, “Really, you’re watching this again?” then buggers off only to tease me about it later. I love him 🥰 Thanks to @amberangel112 for beta reading and assuring me it doesn’t suck as bad as I think it does. I’m still nervous as hell though. Anyway I hope you like it @nashibirne .
Original Post that started this mess
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Magic Sy
You hear Sy’s heavy footsteps on the stairs as he appears in living room dressed for his afternoon run. You consider pausing the movie, but you weren’t quick enough.
“Hey Darlin’, I’m heading out for… Oh for fucks sake Darlin’, really?” Sy shakes his head as he recognises the movie.
“What?” you ask innocently while pressing pause, right on Joe Manganiello’s shirtless body.
“You really watching this shit again?” Sy looks at the screen, Joe body rolling to the Backstreet Boys. It was your fav scene in the whole movie. He knows it is, he must have caught you watching it a dozen times.
Trying to suppress the smile the scene never fails to put on your face you shrug. “It’s my comfort movie.”
He looks back at you, his face a little concerned. “What’s wrong?” he asks.
“I’ve got cramps, going to get my period any day now.”
Skipping back to the start of the scene, you look at what Joe is wearing in the movie and look at Sy. Your eyes widen, they are wearing nearly the same thing, a singlet top and sweat pants. You press play again and Sy stands in the middle of the room, arms folded over his chest watching. He glances at you, and you bite your tongue, trying desperately not to smile. Sy barely contains his jealousy as you watch Joe throw chips in the air and pour water over his head. Sy grunts, “He can’t even dance that good, at least the other guy can dance.”
You get an idea, you know Sy, he can never back down from a challenge. “I think he can dance really well, better than most guys,” you say, allowing your voice to sound defensive.
“Bullshit,” Sy says. “I can dance better than that.”
“Go on then,” you say quickly.
Too quickly, Sy looks at you, raising his eyebrows. He stalks over to you, grabs the remote, pausing the tv. He leans over you, caging you between his bare arms, his eyes narrow, “Is that what you want, Darlin’? You want your old man to strip for ya.”
You bite your lip, and nod, already he was turning you on far more than the movie ever could.
Sy growls, “Gimmie your phone.” You hand it to him and still holding himself over you with one hand resting on the couch, you see him open Spotify and connect to the speakers.
The first sounds of the guitar come through the speakers your eyes go wide, Sy hands your phone back, and smirking moves across the room. You shake your head but can’t stop the grin as AC/DC’s You Shook Me All Night Long plays loudly. Sy faces away from you and when the drum hits, he starts moving banging his head in time with the music, tapping the beat with his foot. He adds a hip movement, shaking his ass from side to side, lifting the back of his top above his butt, so you get a good look at his ass in his grey sweatpants.
“Oh my God!” you giggle.
Looking over his shoulder he narrows his eyes and curls his lip into a smirk, trying to do a sexy look. You cover your mouth with your hands and clench your thighs together. You can’t stop laughing but you can’t deny that he was also making you hot. You worry, Sy will think you were laughing at him, but you saw the way his cheeks creased, and you knew he was trying not to laugh himself.
Just as Brian Johnson’s voice came in Sy jumped in the air turning around to face you.
She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean…
He ran his hand down his chest while trying to body roll. You almost burst trying to hold in your laughter. He widened his stance, bending his knees like he was doing his squats for exercise, while rolling his hips.
You squeal, “Oh my God! Stop!”
Sy shook his head, slapping his thighs as you peal into laughter. He stands tall again grinning, lifting the front of his top over his head but still leaving it on. You stop laughing as he walks over to you, grabs your hand and runs it over his pecs. You weren’t laughing now, his firm furry chest always got you and you licked your lips as he made you touch him, all the way down his fuzzy trail,
Sy knew what he was doing, teasing you, he let your hand go before reaching his pants. While the chorus played, he kicked off his sneakers then pointed at you before dropping to the floor. He began to show off with one armed push ups, locking his eyes onto yours, grunting as he swaps from one arm to the other.
Still holding your gaze Sy commando crawls along the carpet to you, lip curling into a snarl, his eyes hungrily raking over your body. Your breath was coming fast as he pushes your knees apart roughly and kneels between your legs.
Gripping your ass in his hands he manhandles your body until your rapidly dampening pussy presses against him. Smiling smugly, he says, “Told ya, your old man can dance.”
“Yeah,” you say breathlessly.
“Better than that asshole?” he asks jerking his head at the tv. You feel his hips moving, creating delicious friction against your throbbing clit.
“Way better,” you pant.
Sy grabs the front of your shirt in his fist, bringing your body close, his face an inch from yours. He runs his tongue over your lips, and you moan, your hips buck against him. “Good,” Sy growls. Suddenly, he lets you go, pulling his shirt back down and putting his shoes back on.
“What the fuck Sy?” you say confused. “What are you doing?”
“Goin’ for my run,” he says casually.
You splutter, “Um, no. You can’t go now!”
“Why not?” Sy says, he stops putting his shoes on and comes back close to you, kneeling between your legs again. “You need somethin’, Darlin’?”
You nod. God, he was such an arrogant bastard sometimes, but fuck, you loved it.
“Tell me,” Sy says, he loved it when you were desperate for him, when you begged for him.
“Fuck me, Sy,” you moan, wrapping your arms around his neck and waist, grinding against him. “Please,” you pouted, teasing him yourself.
“Since you asked so nicely,” he lifted you off the couch carrying you off towards the bedroom. “I suppose I can get my cardio in this way.”
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pixie88 · 3 days ago
PROMPT FAIRY back again with a brand new prompt!
Your next prompt is:
Dance with me
Have fun!!
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Summary: You and Walter are on surveillance in a club, and you can’t tell, is Walters affection part of the act or genuine.
Pairing: Walter Marshall x Female Reader
Word Count: approx. 1.5k
Warnings: Power imbalance, implied smut
Authors Note: Thanks for the prompt Prompt Fairy. I enjoyed this one immensely. Thanks to @amberangel112 for the Beta read. Edited by me, there will be errors.
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Surveillance Dance
“Will you please move your head out of the way? I can’t see the suspect,” you said to Walter over the thumping bass line of the club. You sipped on your water as you tried to keep eyes on the potential killer. Was he right now searching for his next victim? Had he already chosen, and she was here right now?
No, he looked like he was fishing, looking for someone who fit the profile. Someone much like you in fact. The only difference between you and the last three victims was that you weren’t married. Which was why you were suddenly thrust into undercover and wore a wedding band. You spun the ring on your left hand, eyeing the matching one Detective Marshall wore and sighed. Despite Walter asking for you to be on this job specifically, you were worried. So much relied on this opportunity, if you proved yourself useful, perhaps it could help your application for Detective. If you messed it up, however, you could be stuck in uniform forever. You glanced at the suspect. He hadn’t seemed to have noticed you yet.
Walter’s hand covered yours, his lips formed a smile, but his eyes were stern. Leaning close to you, closer than he already was, he whispered in your ear, “You need to calm down Officer, you seem tense. He won’t take the bait if we don’t seem in love.”
Breathing deeply, you forced a smile. “You’re right,” you said. You looked into Walter’s eyes, trying to find something to love, even for a moment. It was difficult, not because he wasn’t attractive, because he was, and he was exactly your type too. No, it was hard because he scared you almost as much as the suspect. He was singular, brutish, aggressive, you didn’t want to make him mad ever and he was the lead investigator on the case, he could make or break you.
As you and Walter stared at each other, some of the tension left his eyes and for a moment you thought you saw tenderness in his face. His forced smile softened and seemed to become a genuine one. He lifted his large hand to your cheek; it took everything you had not to flinch away from it and when his warm calloused skin touched yours you felt your heart skip a beat. “That’s better, Sweetheart,” he said as if you truly were lovers, and his thumb stroked gently over the curve of your cheek. He brought you close, as if to kiss you, and your lips parted instinctively. Walter stopped a hair’s breadth away from your mouth, his eyes raking your face before he turned and nuzzled into your neck.
“Carefully look at the suspect. Did that get his attention?” Walter asked, his breath hot on your neck, his beard caressing your skin made you shiver with pleasure. You thought you heard him chuckle, but dismissed it, surely Walter didn’t laugh. You felt heat rise to your cheeks anyway, embarrassed by your obvious arousal. You were supposed to be professional; this wasn’t real, it was an act. You knew it was supposed to look like Walter was kissing your neck and that you were enjoying it, but it startled you that you didn’t have to pretend. You were surprised this gruff man could turn on the charm so quickly and effectively.
“Um…” you said, biting your lip.
You felt Walter’s nose nudge at your ear. “Is he looking?” he repeated softly.
Oh right, you have a job to do. You check the suspect, he was at the bar chatting up a woman who looked nothing like you. He had his back to you, not even looking. “No,” you said, your voice was ragged, barely audible. You cleared your throat and started again. “No. He’s not even looking at us.” You took a gamble and said to Walter, “I don’t think its him.”
Walter hummed and his lips skimmed over your collarbone as he said, “You may be right, he shouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off you in this dress.” Walter lifted his eyes as his hand guided your face to look at him. “It’s very distracting.”
Was that an admonishment? “Is it too much?” you asked. “I was told to dress a little provocatively.”
“It’s perfect,” Walter said, bringing his lips close to yours again, so close you could feel his beard tickle your chin. “Is anyone else taking an interest? Have a look around.”
You looked as much as you could, and you saw Walter do the same. “I don’t think so, but there is so much of the club I can’t see.”
So lightly it could have been a mistake, you felt Walters lips brush yours before he stood and offered you his hand. “Dance with me,” he said. The way he said it could have been a request or an order. He was your boss on this investigation so you could hardly refuse him, but you had trouble catching your breath as you placed your hand in his.
Leading you through the heavy crowd, Walter held your hand tightly, occasionally looking over his shoulder to smile reassuringly. He suddenly stopped, placed his hand on your lower back and brought you close, his body flush against his. “Look now. Can you see anything suspicious?” Walter’s voice was low, thick with an emotion you hadn’t heard from him before.
Struggling to concentrate you looked again. You didn’t notice anyone unusual except… “We are suspicious, Detective,” you observed.
“How so?” Walter asked, you could hear curiosity in his voice, perhaps you had thought of something he hadn’t.
“No one is dancing like us,” you looked around, couples weren’t slow dancing like you and Walter. They were sweaty, grinding, touching each other intimately.
Walter grunted. “I see what you mean,” he said. You felt his knee push your legs apart, his leg slipped between yours, you dress hiked up your thighs. Walter’s hand moved down to your ass, his strong fingers dug into the flesh of your behind. He let your hand go and grabbed you by the nape of your neck. He moved slowly to the music, pulling you closer until you felt his surprisingly muscular thigh press against your centre. “Is this better, Sweetheart?”
Better? Worse? Who knows, it felt too good, much too good. You bit your tongue, trying to supress the moan that waited in your throat. You couldn’t voice a reply, so you nodded.
You tried to stay focussed on your task, watching the suspect out of the corner of your eye as you danced. Walter’s slow grinding made your task nearly impossible, but you did your best to ignore it despite how your whole body responded. You felt, hot, tingly, your core seemed to pulse in time with the music. Your skin felt charged as Walter’s breath caressed your neck.
Closing your eyes, for a moment you got lost, and you went with Walter, your bodies moving together to the music. You thought you felt his chest rumble and you were sure you felt his lips press into your neck. The moan you were supressing could no longer be contained and you let it fall from your lips, “Walter.”
This time there was no doubt, Walter growled into your neck, his mouth sucked at the sensitive skin on your neck. You lost all interest in your objective, as you clung to him, grinding against thigh. You fell almost into a trance, the music, his smell, his body, his lips. You slid your fingers into his curls, oh god, they were as soft as they looked. You felt something thick, large, and hard at your hip, you assumed it was his gun until you remembered he had strapped it to his ankle.
Your eyes opened, suddenly the spell was broken. This wasn’t real, this was part of the operation you reminded yourself. You searched for the subject, and you said in alarm, “Detective, the suspect is leaving.”
“I know,” he said. He pulled the tiny microphone out of the top of your dress and the earpiece out of your ear, he did the same to his and your eyes widened.
“What are you doing?” you protested. “We should be following him.”
“The others are taking over surveillance,” Walter’s gravelly tone made you feel that you had done something wrong. “We’re done for the night.”
“Oh,” you said, disappointed. You had done something wrong, you took your eyes off the suspect, distracted by Walter you had ruined your chance at making the jump to Detective you had… Your thoughts were interrupted as you felt Walters lips press against yours. There was no doubt this time, this wasn’t an act, it had never been an act.
Pulling away, you were breathless as Walter said with a smirk, “I think we should debrief. Your place or mine?”
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the human world is a mess. life under the sea is better than anything they got up there.
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pixie88 · 3 days ago
Awwww Sy! Omg I am MC haha, stubborn as hell I feel for Sy 🤣🤣 amazing work again. I'm catching up 🎊
For some reason I need some angst leading up to fluff. Can you do one where Sy and reader get into one of their biggest fights resulting in Sy leaving the house. The both are too stubborn to give in but they eventually cave when they miss each other and feel bad for blowing the fight out of proportion.
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Summary: You and Sy have a huge fight.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader
Word Count: approx. 900
Warnings: angst (with a happy ending), fighting, name calling, yelling, implied smut.
Authors Note: Thank you for the ask Anon. I hope you enjoy this one!
Thanks to @amberangel112 for the beta read. Edited by me, three vodka red bulls in so there will be errors!
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Fight or Flight
The fight was probably your fault. You knew deep down inside Sy hadn’t done anything wrong. He had only forgotten to turn the dishwasher on before he went to bed. But that didn’t excuse the way he behaved as the fight went on.
Besides, you had warned Sy you would have little patience this week. Not only did you give up smoking so you could start trying for a baby, but you were also hormonal as hell, all the signs were there that you would get your period in a few days. You even had a migraine last night. Sy knew that. He knew and he still goaded you.
But you also knew things had been hard at work for him lately. There was uncertainty about whether he would be shipped out again soon despite the fact he wasn’t supposed to be anymore. There was even a chance he would be sent to a base overseas permanently which would require you to move with him. That weighed heavily on both of you, but instead of talking about it, you two seemed to grow angry with each other.
Too much was happening, your lives too uncertain. You both wanted kids, but what would that mean? Would they grow up as Army brats, travelling the world living on bases in foreign countries? Would you be the dutiful wife, living on base, only being friends with other army wives? Was that the life you wanted?
All of your collective fears and doubts came to a head this morning when you yelled at Sy for not putting the dishwasher on. He didn’t deserve it, you knew that. But when he laughed in your face and said, “Jesus woman, I guess your periods are due soon,” you lost your shit.
You yelled at him called him a stupid bastard, a misogynist, a pig, a redneck. He called you a a stupid woman, a bitch before walking away and throwing a packet of cigarettes in your face and telling you to just fucking smoke and calm the fuck down. You threw them back at him furious that he would tempt you like that.
“You’re a fucking asshole, Sy,” you yelled at his smug face. “Fuck this. Fuck you. I’m fucking out. We’re done.” You pushed past him, grabbed your keys and took off. You had never done that before, never threatened to leave him, never walked out on a fight. But you two had never fought like that before, never called each other names, never dug the knife in so deep.
After about an hour you had started to calm down, and you wanted to go home. But you were too damn stubborn. Well, if you were honest with yourself, you were stubborn and too embarrassed to apologise for your behaviour. Not prepared to face Sy yet, you parked around the corner from your house. You warred with yourself. On one hand you shouldn’t have yelled at him, on the other hand, he shouldn’t have provoked you like he did.
You checked your phone and found a missed call from Sy. You stared at your phone for a full minute, trying to decide if you should call him back. Your finger hovered over the screen when it rang again, Sy’s goofy face filled your screen. Goddamn him, why did he have to be so freaking cute.
You answered, sheepishly saying, “Hey.”
You heard the exhale from Sy, the relief in his voice was obvious as he said, “Hey, Darlin’. You ok?”
“Hm,” you hummed. You felt tears in your eyes and summoning up courage you said, “I’m sorry, Sy.” Your voice was shaky, and you sniffed. “I’m really sorry.”
“Nah, Sugar,” Sy said. “It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have taken the bait.” Sy was quiet for a moment. You tried to reply but you let out a sob instead. “Don’t cry. Come home, Baby.”
Taking long shuddering breaths, you calmed yourself enough to start your car. “Ok Sy.”
“Ok?”
“Yeah.”
“How long will you be… Oh,” Sy hung up as he saw your car approach. He was sitting on the porch steps, and he immediately came to meet you. When you turned your car off, he opened the door for you. You got out and he closed the door before pushing you against it, his hands on your cheeks. He kissed you hard, his whiskers pricked at the delicate skin of your lips. You kissed him back matching his intensity, you felt your need for him grow. He growled into your mouth, pressing his body against you and you felt his desire for you thicken against your belly.
“Don’t walk out on me, Sugar,” Sy rumbled, his voice was hoarse and throaty. He held you tight squeezing you to him, so tight you almost couldn’t breathe. “I can’t be without you.”
“I’m sorry,” you said again, voice warbling with emotion and tears that threatened to spill again. “I didn’t mean what I said.”
“I know Baby, I know. I didn’t mean it either.” Sy’s voice shook as he said between kisses, “I love you. I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too,” you cried. “Take me inside Sy. Take me to bed, I need you,” you begged. You didn’t have to ask again. He lifted you and you wrapped your legs around him.
“I’ve got you, Sugar,” Sy assured you. “I’ll always have you.”
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pixie88 · 3 days ago
That was so hot!! I loved it! You make me fall more and more in love with Sy every time 💜💜
Can I maybe request something like sy is getting an medal and he has to pull out his nice uniform and all and the reader, his fiancé just calls him captain and sy goes feral when she calls him that so he drags her somewhere and fucks her silly and maybe getting caught but you know sy being sy doesn’t give a fuck and continues to fuck you pretty please🙏🏼❤️
I love your writing your so awesome ❤️❤️❤️
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Summary: You and Captain Syverson attend a ceremony but both of you have other things on your minds
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader
Word Count: Approx 2.9k
Warnings: Smut, teasing, p in v sex, dirty talk, name calling, semi public sex, cream pie
Authors Note: Thank you for the ask Anon. Now this was tricky for me, so I called in the help of @blakerogue to make sure this was extra smutty. She and I worked on this together 50/50, so this is as much hers as mine. I had an absolutely fantastic time working with you Nyx! And I think this turned out awesome!
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Tempting the Captain
You get dressed slowly as you watch your fiancé meticulously lay out his formal uniform in preparation for todays ceremony. There’s just something about the way Sy pins his medals, irons his shirt, polishes his boots that makes you tingle. Perhaps it’s the way he runs his calloused fingers over the fabric of his clothes or the way he looks when he concentrates on his boots that gives you that warm feeling deep in your gut.
When he lathers his trimmed beard in shaving cream, you can't not clench your thighs. The focus on his handsome features, never fails to make you needy. It reminds you of all the times he so expertly brought you to the gates of bliss. Sy glides the sharp blade over his jaw, leaving a smooth trail in its wake. Although you would miss his Viking beard, you couldn't wait to have him clean. A smooth ride was in order. You must have been staring because his deep baritone pulls you from your filthy thoughts.
“Something on your mind, Darlin’?” he asks with a smirk. Rinsing his razor under water, he makes another pass over his neck before reaching for a towel. Your arm shoots out and grabs the towel.
You sit on the bathroom counter, open the towel and say, “Come here.” Sy’s smirk grew as he parted your legs and stood between them. Gently you wipe his face clean, removing any left over shaving cream. Biting your lip you put the towel away and run your fingers over his soft smooth skin.
Holding your hand against his face, he kisses your palm, before nuzzling his smooth cheek into your hand. Smiling sweetly at your Captain, you blow him a kiss. With a smirk, Syverson turns his head, and licks a stripe from the heel of your palm, over your delicate wrist. Your eyes rolls back at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue against your skin. A moan escapes your parted lips and your thighs clench around his hips, as you feel your panties dampen.
"Syv-Hey!" you call out, as the Captain pulls away from you. He turns around and walks out of the bathroom with a shit eating grin on his chiselled, handsome face.
Bastard. Well fuck, two can play at this game. You check to see if Sy is in the bedroom, he isn’t. Good. You go to your underwear draw and open it all the way out, past your sensible daily underwear and bras to your especially racy lingerie. You select the pieces you want and change into the black bra, matching French cut panties and finally the stay up black stockings.
Sy returns just as your stepping into your dress. He stops in the doorway, eyebrows raised as he watches you pull the dress up over your hips and slide your arms in. You pretend you can’t reach the zip, and pouting slightly you ask, “A little help Sy?”
For a split second, you see the Captain’s top lip twitch. This only makes your smirk grow. You hear his joints crack, and he puts on a feign, sweet smile. "Of course, Darlin'," he drawls. Turning your back to him, you pull your hair over your shoulder, your back exposed to him. You don't hear him move, but you feel his body heat. His rough hands gently glide your zipper up, and his makes sure he does it slowly so that you can feel his knuckle sliding up the curve of your spine. You bite your lips to hold in a whimper, but you can do little to stop the shiver that rattles through your bones.
"You look wonderful," Sy rasps into your ear. His chin grazing your shoulder.
"The perfect arm candy?" you question, throwing your hair back over your shoulder.
“Sweeter than peaches ‘n’ cream,” he drawls, as his warm breath tickles your neck. You turn around, and are greeted with an empty space. Sy was already walking away and was doing up his tie. You shake your head, he was too fucking good at this game. You thought about dropping the big one on him, the one you knew he could never resist. But no, not yet. Better save that for when he can’t touch you, for when it will really drive him wild.
The car ride to the base was short, but it didn’t mean it was without incident. Sy made sure to show off his hands. Knowing how they affected you, he made a display of scratching his chin, clenching the wheel, and swirling his fingers over the buttons on the radio. You were on the verge of pouncing on him right there in the car. But before you built up your courage to do so, he was already opening your door, ready to walk to the site of the ceremony.
"Play nice, Kitten. This is important," he whispers into your ear, as you both get closer to the crowd. Looking up at him, you see the little smirk, and that mischievous glint in his eyes. Oh, I'll play nice.
"I understand," you reply, your own smirk tickles at your lips.
“Good girl,” he says, and you nearly stumble as you feel his hot tongue flick at your ear. Fire burns deep within you, the heady mix of lust and frustration you feel makes your jaw clench and your pussy throb.
Sy opens the door for you, lays his hand on your lower back, and guides you into the hall as if he were a gentleman. But that was what you loved about him, what made you wait all those months for him, the incredible way he made you feel both like the most cherished of angels one minute and the filthiest of whores the next.
He dutifully introduces you around, his best manners on display. While taking your seats, he introduces you to a few of his platoon members who were also receiving awards today. He excuses himself as one of his superiors wants a word in private. You can see him trying to concentrate on the words of his Commanding Officer, but you know his eyes keep glancing in your direction. He left you with three of his men and by the way he held his jaw you can tell he wasn’t happy about it.
With every polite reply, and giggle at the men, you feel his burning hot gaze. Every so often you flick your eyes in his direction. He can barely focus on his Commanding Officer or any of his words. It's a good thing he was more focused on the complimentary snacks than on Sy.
You give little attention to the three men you were left with. Your eyes were on the predatory glare your man was giving you. It was all you could think about. Deciding to put more fuel on the fire, licking your lips, you lean forward on your chair, before crossing your legs. The actions causes the hem of your dress to ride up, but that isn't enough. You run your finger up your leg, nonchalantly, and slide the dress higher, so that Sy can get a glimpse of your stockings.
You see the war being fought in his mind. You know he wants to throw you over his knee for being disobedient brat, but he can’t just walk away from his Commander without severe repercussions. You wonder if you have gone too far as you see him run his tongue over his teeth and inhale deeply, trying to keep the snarl off his face. But then you see the ever so subtle way his hand slips between his coat and pretending to adjust his belt you see his fingers readjust himself. You sit up straight and grin openly at him like you’re the cat that got the cream.
Turning your attention back to the men you continue your conversation until Sy comes back and everyone takes their seats. The ceremony starts immediately. He doesn’t look at you or speak to you as the speeches begin, but he rests his hand on your knee possessively, squeezing it so hard you almost beg for mercy right there.
But you keep an iron face while your thoughts wander. You can't help but think you may have pushed him to far. Like a mind reader, Sy gave you a low grunt, and lightly shoved his shoulder against yours. Having the reassurance your mind needed, you let you anxiety calm, while your desire continued to grow. Having a mind of their own, your thighs clenched together at the dirty thoughts of what the Captain would do to you. How he would punish you for teasing him? Would he give you everything and more? Or would he deprive you till you wept? Either way, you would beg for forgiveness.
Your thoughts are cut short when you feel the familiar steel grip leave your thigh. Syverson rises from his seat, and pats down his suit. With a last side glance at you, he holds his head high and strides for the front of the ceremony.
Your heart swells with pride as you watch him receive his medal. He’s almost a different man, the way he walks is different, the way he stands, back straight, face held without a hint of emotion. You rarely see the soldier in him, and as you see him salute the Lieutenant General then watch him turn and march back, your whole body tingles in anticipation.
You smile at him as he takes a seat and he winks at you. You bite your tongue to stop from laughing, Your man could do a lot of things but wink isn’t one of them. Dragging your eyes to the front where the next man was getting his medal, you sought out his hand. He gave it to you, holding both yours and his on his lap.
Once the ceremony had come to a finish, civilians and soldiers mixed into a sea of chatter and laughter. You stood by Sy, arm linked with his, as you held onto his bulging bicep. Your Captain laughed and joked with the other men. The wives of said men tried to small talk with you, but you could hardly focus. Seeing your man in his full uniform, the glee on his face and the medal of honor on his pec, had you in near hysteria. You wanted to let him have a little longer, and your tried to smother the throb between your legs. But as you watched Sy lick his lips and graze a hand over his jaw, your mind went straight into the filthy gutter.
You wrap your arm around his waist, and he looks at you, “You ok, Pretty Lady?”
It was now or never, you couldn’t wait a second longer. “I’m ok. I just realised I forgot to tell you something.”
Sy’s face looked concerned, “What’s that, Darlin’?”
You lean into his ear, your knees feel weak in anticipation, you lick your lips and say, “I forgot to congratulate you… Captain Syverson.”
If you had been looking at his face, you would have seen it. That look. It had the power to drop any man onto his knees. You hear the crack of his joints as his entire body tenses. You see his smooth jaw clench, and you know you're in for it. Slowly, the Captain turns his head towards you. You wear a smirk on your face, one of a tempting devil, one that represents a single deadly sin. Pride. Syverson, on the other hand, wears Wrath. His gaze burns your skin, like the deepest pit of hell. His upper lip twitches. His self-control is impressive. But you knew him. In and out. And you knew exactly what button to press.
Through gritted teeth he says to the small group you are chatting to, “Excuse us.” Sy takes your hand, gripping you so tightly you feel like he could crush your bones. Leading you away he takes you through a small set of doors leading to the bathrooms and spinning you around he nearly throws you at the wall before trapping your body with his. You feel Pride fall away and it’s replaced with a new sin, Lust.
Sy’s hand moves to your chin and his fingers dig into your cheeks. He growls at you, “Say it again.”
Biting back a moan, you lick your lips, the movement attracting his attention. His eyes are on your mouth as you say, “Congratulations, Captain Syverson.”
Blinded with lust, like a feral beast finally released from its cage, Sy snarls. His lips smash against yours, teeth clash, tongues lick, and lips suck. In a frenzy of growls, pants and whimpers, you find you dress hiked up to your waist and your collar pulled down to expose your lacy bra.
Pulling away from your lips, Syverson uses his hand on your chin to tilt your head back, and his lips find you neck. Your knees tremble as you moan, Sy has attacked your sweet spot. As he sucks, licks and nips, you feel your lace clad cunt get wetter and wetter by the second.
"Again," he groans into your neck, his hips begin to grind against you, and you become pleasantly aware of his own arousal.
Opening your mouth, you try to speak but only let out a cry as you feel his teeth sink into you. Your hands claw like talons into his shoulders as your knees turn to jelly. You lift your leg onto Sy’s hip and he grabs hold, changing the angle of his rutting. You feel him, his considerable cock rubbing and teasing at your sodden slit.
“Again,” he demands, his voice a command you couldn’t deny.
“Fuck me, Captain Syverson,” your voice a desperate plea for more as he bit into the exposed slopes of your breasts.
“You’re a needy little slut, ain’t you?” he asks, as his cock is replaced by his hand cupping your centre. Soothing himself through your wetnesss, he groans into the open air, as his wet serpent lick over his lips. "You know exactly how to wind me up, you little bitch," he snarls. Quickly fumbling at his pants, pulling down the zip he pulls himself out. Top lip curled up, he snaps his jaws, before his hard cock spears through your tight barier and takes your raw, and rough.
"Aagh!" you yelp out, cunt gripping his length. "S-so good, Captain," you gasp out.
"This one's gonna be fast, Dollface. Hold on tight," he groans, before his smooth chin digs into your collarbone. Sy lifts your other leg, and you wrap them around his waist.
“Don’t hold back, Captain,” you beg as you clasp your hands tight around his neck.
Growling he pumps into you, his unrestrained power makes you feel like a ragdoll in his arms. He was right, all you could do was hang on as your head hit the wall with each thrust. You try to hold it forward, but he’s too powerful and your neck whiplashes, banging against tiles. You feel a cushion behind your head and realise it’s his hand. Cradling you he brings his forehead to yours, his eyes boring into you has he makes you his.
Your breaths meld together, your moans with his grunts. His nostrils flare, his lips pull back as he shows you his gritted teeth. “Your cunt feels so fucking good,” he spits out before he kisses you, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and sinking his fangs into your flesh.
You gasp at the pain, which is quickly overpowered with pleasure as his cock rubs against that sweetly sensitive spot inside your core. “A-Agh! C-Cap-tain!” you manage to yelp out between his hard thrusts.
“Fu-uck, yes,” he grunts against your panting mouth. You feel his hands grip you tighter, and his fingers dig deeper into your flesh, marking you up for everyone to see.
Your toes curl, and all you manage to gasp out was a faint, “I-I,” before your orgasm splashes over you like a wave. After that, the only sounds that came out of your lips were gasps, broken moans, and incoherent mumbles, as you ride out your high, hips moving with his as best they can.
“You. Grip. Like a- UGH!” he grits out, before his speed stutters, and he slams into you, sinking into you as deep as he can. He lets out a final groan as he fills you with his release.
Sy leans his head onto your shoulder, his breath hot on your ear as he pants, slowly regaining control of his beast. He lays a tender kiss on your neck before pulling out and slowly lowering you to the ground.
Grinning he cups your cheeks, “You’re gonna get me fired one day you know that right? This is what? The third time we’ve done this?”
“Fourth if you count the time I blew you under the table at that dinner.”
“Shit,” he says. “I haven’t forgotten that one.” Reaching under your dress he dips a finger between your folds, feeling his warm seed leak out of you before fixing your panties. He brings his finger to your lips, inhaling deeply as you suck it, tasting the two of you.
“Come on,” your Captain says. “We better get back.”
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pixie88 · 4 days ago
For some reason I need some angst leading up to fluff. Can you do one where Sy and reader get into one of their biggest fights resulting in Sy leaving the house. The both are too stubborn to give in but they eventually cave when they miss each other and feel bad for blowing the fight out of proportion.
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Summary: You and Sy have a huge fight.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader
Word Count: approx. 900
Warnings: angst (with a happy ending), fighting, name calling, yelling, implied smut.
Authors Note: Thank you for the ask Anon. I hope you enjoy this one!
Thanks to @amberangel112 for the beta read. Edited by me, three vodka red bulls in so there will be errors!
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Fight or Flight
The fight was probably your fault. You knew deep down inside Sy hadn’t done anything wrong. He had only forgotten to turn the dishwasher on before he went to bed. But that didn’t excuse the way he behaved as the fight went on.
Besides, you had warned Sy you would have little patience this week. Not only did you give up smoking so you could start trying for a baby, but you were also hormonal as hell, all the signs were there that you would get your period in a few days. You even had a migraine last night. Sy knew that. He knew and he still goaded you.
But you also knew things had been hard at work for him lately. There was uncertainty about whether he would be shipped out again soon despite the fact he wasn’t supposed to be anymore. There was even a chance he would be sent to a base overseas permanently which would require you to move with him. That weighed heavily on both of you, but instead of talking about it, you two seemed to grow angry with each other.
Too much was happening, your lives too uncertain. You both wanted kids, but what would that mean? Would they grow up as Army brats, travelling the world living on bases in foreign countries? Would you be the dutiful wife, living on base, only being friends with other army wives? Was that the life you wanted?
All of your collective fears and doubts came to a head this morning when you yelled at Sy for not putting the dishwasher on. He didn’t deserve it, you knew that. But when he laughed in your face and said, “Jesus woman, I guess your periods are due soon,” you lost your shit.
You yelled at him called him a stupid bastard, a misogynist, a pig, a redneck. He called you a a stupid woman, a bitch before walking away and throwing a packet of cigarettes in your face and telling you to just fucking smoke and calm the fuck down. You threw them back at him furious that he would tempt you like that.
“You’re a fucking asshole, Sy,” you yelled at his smug face. “Fuck this. Fuck you. I’m fucking out. We’re done.” You pushed past him, grabbed your keys and took off. You had never done that before, never threatened to leave him, never walked out on a fight. But you two had never fought like that before, never called each other names, never dug the knife in so deep.
After about an hour you had started to calm down, and you wanted to go home. But you were too damn stubborn. Well, if you were honest with yourself, you were stubborn and too embarrassed to apologise for your behaviour. Not prepared to face Sy yet, you parked around the corner from your house. You warred with yourself. On one hand you shouldn’t have yelled at him, on the other hand, he shouldn’t have provoked you like he did.
You checked your phone and found a missed call from Sy. You stared at your phone for a full minute, trying to decide if you should call him back. Your finger hovered over the screen when it rang again, Sy’s goofy face filled your screen. Goddamn him, why did he have to be so freaking cute.
You answered, sheepishly saying, “Hey.”
You heard the exhale from Sy, the relief in his voice was obvious as he said, “Hey, Darlin’. You ok?”
“Hm,” you hummed. You felt tears in your eyes and summoning up courage you said, “I’m sorry, Sy.” Your voice was shaky, and you sniffed. “I’m really sorry.”
“Nah, Sugar,” Sy said. “It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have taken the bait.” Sy was quiet for a moment. You tried to reply but you let out a sob instead. “Don’t cry. Come home, Baby.”
Taking long shuddering breaths, you calmed yourself enough to start your car. “Ok Sy.”
“Ok?”
“Yeah.”
“How long will you be… Oh,” Sy hung up as he saw your car approach. He was sitting on the porch steps, and he immediately came to meet you. When you turned your car off, he opened the door for you. You got out and he closed the door before pushing you against it, his hands on your cheeks. He kissed you hard, his whiskers pricked at the delicate skin of your lips. You kissed him back matching his intensity, you felt your need for him grow. He growled into your mouth, pressing his body against you and you felt his desire for you thicken against your belly.
“Don’t walk out on me, Sugar,” Sy rumbled, his voice was hoarse and throaty. He held you tight squeezing you to him, so tight you almost couldn’t breathe. “I can’t be without you.”
“I’m sorry,” you said again, voice warbling with emotion and tears that threatened to spill again. “I didn’t mean what I said.”
“I know Baby, I know. I didn’t mean it either.” Sy’s voice shook as he said between kisses, “I love you. I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too,” you cried. “Take me inside Sy. Take me to bed, I need you,” you begged. You didn’t have to ask again. He lifted you and you wrapped your legs around him.
“I’ve got you, Sugar,” Sy assured you. “I’ll always have you.”
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The Lunch
Summary: Henry takes you to lunch with his Aunt
Pairing: Henry x reader
Word Count: 835
Warnings: RPF fluuuufff, a booty grab, that’s about it, first person pov.
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Sitting at the table outside the restaurant with Henry and his aunt was peaceful. Henry had been in the states with me for a little while so he knew when he got back his family would want to catch up; Leah was the first to call.
Before we left I had to ask, “are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“Of course! They’re going to love you, sweetheart.” I’d met Nik already but none of the rest of the Cavill crew just yet.
I had chosen to wear something simple: jeans, my old Def Leppard t-shirt, and the new sparkly flip flops that Henry had given me.
I caught his gaze while walking down the stairs at his house. “You look.. you look beautiful.” He stood straighter, leaning down to kiss me as he took my hand in his.
“And you’re looking dashing as always, Mr. Cavill.” I winked at him, allowing my free hand to roam across his broad chest. He smiled a crooked smile at me then led me outside where Kal and Leah were waiting.
“I apologize for keeping you waiting! I hadn’t realized you were here already.” I was worried I’d made a terrible first impression.
“Oh, don’t be dear! I’ve only just arrived.” We introduced ourselves, talking like two old friends; as I was getting into the van I wondered what I’d been so worried about.
At the restaurant Henry, and his aunt caught up for a bit before we ordered. I was quietly listening to them, enjoying watching the happiness dance behind those beautiful blue eyes that I’d fallen so deeply in love with.
He took my hand in his as the waitress took Leah’s order, he brought it to his lips, placing a soft kiss to the back. My heart flipped as he smiled at me then placed our hands in his lap as he ordered our lunch.
Leah was so nice. She was definitely invested in her nephew’s life, his happiness. She asked me all about myself, my life back in the states, what I did with myself here while Henry was busy.
Leah invited me to go shopping tomorrow while Henry was in a meeting. I accepted immediately. “That sounds wonderful! Thank you!” They shared a smile.
After dessert I excused myself to the restroom. Henry, ever the gentleman, stood as I did. He put his hand on my hip as I stood. I briefly rested mine on his forearm, casting him a loving look before pulling on my mask, and walking into the restaurant.
“Thank you for doing this, Aunt Leah.”
“Of course! I’m so happy for you Henry. She’s such a lovely woman!” She gushed to her nephew discreetly pulling a small, navy blue box from her purse, sliding it to him under the table.
“She really is.” He said, taking her offering. “She’s perfect.” He said softly as he cracked open the small box in his hands to look at the beautiful diamond ring he’d picked out weeks ago. He closed the box, being sure to pocket it before anyone saw it.
Henry was picking up the check when I came back. He stood to pull out my chair as I removed my mask. “Baby you don’t have to..” he ah ah’ed me, making me laugh. “Thank you, sweetheart.
“Certainly, my love.” He leant down to place a soft quick kiss on my lips. Out of love, and a little bit of habit, he leaned his forehead to mine and nuzzled his nose against my own, making my heart soar once again.
“Ohh, you two are so adorable together.” Leah spoke from the table. The blush that spread across his cheeks made me grin. He reached out for my hand as soon as he was seated.
We waited a few more minutes for the waitress to return with his card then went back to the van. “Hey buddy.” Henry softly said to Kal as he moved into the seat by the door. “Good boy.”
I stood by Henry waiting for my turn to step inside, still holding onto his hand. Knowing no one was looking, I let go of his hand letting my arm slip around his waist. Grinning mischievously I dared to go lower, running my hand over his ass giving it a soft squeeze.
I dropped my mask, tip toed up to his ear, “are you going commando?” I shifted my eyebrow at him as I stepped back. He nodded, I could see the smirk under his mask. “Huh. Me too.”
The look on his stunned face was priceless as I got in, my denim covered rear, completely on display, literally, in front of his face, and he couldn’t do a thing about it. I called Kal over to me as Henry sat down.
The look on his face as he took his mask off let me know he was coming up with a proper punishment as soon as we were alone. Returning my smile with one of his own.
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@sillyrabbit81 I hate tumblr I didn't get the tag for this 😭😭 I thought I'd have a look to see if you posted the next chapter and saw it on ya master list. Reading when I get 5
Tropesville - Chapter Fifteen
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Summary: With the arrival of Liza, Sy and Mika deal with the final hurdle in their relationship.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Mikaela (OFC)
Word Count: approx 2.3k
Warnings: Implied smut, angst, fluff, Sy with power tools
Authors Note: Firstly, let me apologise for the long delay. I had an original plan for this chapter and it just wouldn’t work. So, after a rethink and restructuring I was able to keep to the original plan, just executed slightly differently. Secondly, this is the last chapter!!! Our story is over. I sincerely hope you find the ending satisfying. I want to thank everyone who read and reblogged, or left comments. They were all wonderful. The response from you all has been amazing and I want to thank you all. Special thanks first goes to @omgkatinka because without her I would never have had the idea in the first place. Also, a very special thanks to @amberangel112 for her beta reading and honesty, she makes me a better writer and I thank her for that. I also want to thank @henryobsessed for her help in beta reading. She has always been so supportive to me and has helped me immensely through this story. And finally thanks to @blakerogue for her help and encouragement early on. This was edited by me, so there will be errors! So with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy it!
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Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. I dropped my bag and looked at Liza. “Sorry, I just didn’t expect you to be here. You shoulda called.”
“I did, twice the last hour,” Liza said.
“I was driving,” I said, still staring at her. “You shouldn’t have let yourself in.”
“I was worried, Sy,” Liza said. She sounded sincere, and my anger softened. Lord knows there were times when I had needed to be worried about and she had helped me through it. “I just… I just wanted to make sure you came back ok this time.”
I nodded, “I’m ok. I mean, it was bad as all the other times, I just deal with it better now.”
Liza smiled, “That’s good, Sy.” She glanced towards Mika’s house and her smile turned into a smirk. “I see you found someone to help you… readjust.”
Despite myself, I laughed, “Hey lay off, before I start givin’ you shit about, what’s his name again?”
“Aaron,” she said warmly.
“Yeah, Aaron,” I said. “How’s that goin’ for ya?”
“It’s good. Really good.”
“I happy for ya, Liz,” I said. I meant it too.
“How’s things with Mika?” she asked. Liza pointed at my bags and said, “You two already spending weekends away together?”
“Yeah, but it was Matt’s wedding,” I said.
“Oh my God, I completely forgot about that,” Liza said. “How was it? What did Olivia wear?” I made a face and she laughed, “Of course you wouldn’t pay attention to what the bride wore.”
“I don’t even know where to begin, the whole thing was a shit show. If it were a movie people would say it was unrealistic.”
“Make me a cup of tea, Noah, you gotta tell me everything!”
So, we went to the kitchen, and I told her. “Wait, Mikaela and Matt? You’re shitting me.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I don’t know who was more shocked. But it gets worse.” I gave her the run down of events, leaving out the gory details of what happened between Mika and myself. I also avoided the virgin stuff, Liza didn’t need to know about that.
“Jesus, Noah,” Liza said shaking her head. “That is the craziest shit I ever heard.”
“Yup,” I said. We were quiet then, finishing our drinks. It wasn’t awkward, but it felt strange. She was my best friend in so many ways, she knew more about me than anyone. We grew up together, had always been there for each other. I guess I still cared about her in a way, but seeing her confirmed what I already knew, I wasn’t in love with her anymore. That part of my life was over.
As if reading my mind, Liza stood up, “Well, you seem good. I’m sorry I barged in. I won’t do it again. I’ll return the key if you want.”
“Nah, keep it for now. Ya know, in case of an emergency or somethin’.” I smiled at her as I walked her to the door and said, “Thanks for checkin’ up on me, you didn’t have to.”
“Of course, I did,” she grinned. “Looks like I won’t have to anymore though.”
I followed her out to the porch and we kind of stood awkwardly with each other, looking at our feet. Eventually I thought, fuck it, and gave her a hug. I think it was the right thing to do because she sighed, seemingly relieved. “I’m real glad you’re home safe Noah,” Liza said looking up at me.
“Thanks Liz,” I said and gave her a kiss on the cheek and let her go. “Now you best scoot, Mika is on way over any minute.”
Liza laughed, “I knew you would end up with her.” She looked over at Mika’s house and added, “She seems good for you. I’m happy for you.” She went then, waving as she got in her new car. I waited until she drove off before going back inside to wait for Mika.
I waited for over an hour and I started to get worried. I thought maybe Olivia had called her or something else had happened. I waited another fifteen minutes before I went to Mika’s house and knocked on the door.
I cursed as I knocked again a minute later. That goddamn woman needs to get a goddamn doorbell. After a minute I tried again. “Mika its me, Chicken,” I called out.
I heard movement inside and the door opened a crack and Mika mumbled, “Come in then.”
Confused by her attitude, I let myself in and caught sight of Mika in her pj’s with a crocheted blanket wrapped around her shoulders as she went to her loungeroom. I followed and she sat on her couch, pulling her legs up to her chest. “What do you want, Sy?” she asked sharply.
Stunned, I stood there blinking, trying to work out what was wrong. She looked mad, like really mad. I’d never seen her mad before. “Chicken, what’s…”
“You don’t get to call me that, Sy,” Mika interrupted, her voice full of venom. “Don’t you dare call me that.”
“What in the fuck is goin’ on?” I said back bewildered. “What the fuck happened?”
“Don’t play dumb with me.” Mika stood up suddenly, throwing the blanket off her shoulders. “I saw you.”
“You saw me what?” I asked, feeling dread rise from my gut. She didn’t have to say it. I knew what she was going to say
“I saw her.”
Fuck. I felt my shoulders slump. “Mika…”
“Stop Sy,” she said firmly. “I don’t wanna hear it. Get out.”
“Mika stop,” I growled, starting to get angry. This was not happening, not after something so innocent. “It’s not what you think.”
“Fuck you, Sy!” She came and stood in front of me pointing to the door. “Get out!”
There was no way I was leaving. No way in hell was I going to let her think for another minute that I would ever cheat on her. “Nothing happened Mika, there was nothing to see.”
“You kissed her!”
“I didn’t kiss… Wait, you mean that kiss on the cheek? That’s what’s got you all riled up?” I almost laughed at her. “You’ve got a jealous streak a mile wide if that’s what’s the problem.”
“Just leave,” Mika insisted.
“Goddamn it, woman. You’re not even listening to me.” I was frustrated now, I felt my nostrils flaring with anger. How could she think I would ever hurt her? “Do you think after everything that happened between us, I would let you go?” Mika turned away from me, I grabbed her shoulders and held her gaze. “Look at me Mika, do honestly think I would do that? You know me.”
I saw her soften, the fury left her eyes, but what replaced it was worse. Her blue eyes glistened as tears welled. “What was she doing there Sy?” she asked, her voice nearly broke my goddamn heart.
“She was checkin’ on me,” I said softly as I cupped her cheeks. “Sometimes when I come home, things are tough for me. Liza wanted to make sure I was doin’ ok.” A tear rolled down Mika’s cheek and I brushed it away with my thumb. “Yeah, I hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She checked on me and left. I’d say she did it as much for her benefit as mine.” I kissed Mika’s forehead and she let me, so I pulled her into a hug. “I wouldn’t do anything to make you want to leave me. I’ve waited so long for you.”
Mika was quiet as I held her but eventually, she put her arms around me too. I let go of a breath I didn’t know I was holding and pulled back slightly so I could see her face.
“I love you, Mika,” I said, the words spilling out before I could stop them. Mika’s eyes grew large. Oh shit, I shouldn’t have said that. It’s too soon, it’s…
Every coherent thought left my brain as Mika stood on her toes and kissed me. Her arms encircled around my neck, pulling me down to her as she kissed me with parted lips. Relief flooded me, my whole body felt on fire as I kissed her back.
When we pulled apart Mika’s eyes were alight, bright, and bold. Her fingers caressed my neck, and I couldn’t help the grin on my face. “I mean it, Chicken. I love you.”
“I know,” Mika said. “I’m sorry. I over reacted, I guess…”
“Hush,” I said. “’S alright, I get it. We good?”
Mika nodded. I grinned and bending over I threw her over my shoulder. She shrieked and giggled, crying out, “Noah, what are you doing?”
“Takin’ you to my place. You owe me another night and I suddenly think I could make it four times in one day.”
Three months later
Mikaela POV
Sitting on my porch swing enjoying the Saturday morning sun, I dropped my foot and pushed off starting a gentle rock. I balanced my toast on knees and sipped at my coffee. Glancing over at Noah I smiled and asked, “How’s it going there?”
Giving me some serious side eye, Noah said through gritted teeth, “Fine.”
I laughed and he glared at me, face like hellfire for a moment before I noticed the beginnings of a smile. He tried to suppress it but couldn’t. “Nah, it’s fine. I’m almost finished.”
“Well, your breakfast is there if you want it now,” I pointed to the small table where his coffee and toast was waiting.
“Are you seriously tryin’ to distract me with coffee?”
Smirking I raised an eyebrow and said, “If I wanted to distract you, I have better things to offer than food.”
“Are you offerin’?” Noah’s voice grew low and gravelly with a hint of a growl.
“Nope,” I said despite feeling a rush between my legs. “I wouldn’t dream of keeping you from your little project.”
Noah grunted, picking up his drill. “When I’m done, you’re gonna be so impressed, you won’t be offering, you’ll be beggin’.”
He started the power tool at the same time I said, “You wish.”
Noah pointed to his ear mouthing, “I can’t hear you.”
I waited until he stopped before I tried again, but as I opened my mouth, he started the drill again. I laughed and mouthed, “You’re an ass.”
Noah put his tools down and came over. He leaned over me and caged me in his arms, his hands resting on the swing, “You love me, though don’tcha?”
“You know I do,” I replied. Noah hummed and gave me a quick kiss. Then he lifted my legs, sat on the swing before placing them on his lap and grabbing his breakfast from the table.
“I was thinkin’, after breakfast I’ll grab the last of my boxes and bring ‘em over.” Noah said. “Then that’s it, I’m all moved out. I called Liza yesterday and told her I’d finished clearin’ out. We’re gonna see an estate agent on Tuesday and put the house on the market.”
“How is she?” I asked a little sheepishly. I still wasn’t over the way I had reacted the night we got home from Matt’s wedding. I blamed the stress of the whole weekend for my mind thinking the worst of Noah that night. It’s weird to look back on it really, and despite the worst parts of it, I do think of it often. I don’t know how it could be the best and worst weekend of my life, but it was.
Noah rubbed my leg and said, “She’s good. She said to say hi.”
“Do you need help with the boxes?” I asked.
“Nah, its mostly shed stuff. They don’t need to be unpacked yet either.”
Noah and I sat quietly a while we finished out coffees. Noah’s hands kept running over my legs. One thing that surprised me with Noah was how constantly affectionate he was. We never just sat together, he was always rubbing my leg or arm or back and when we went out, he held my hand constantly. I knew he was sweet, but I didn’t know just how sweet he could be.
When he had finished his coffee, Noah patted my knee, and I lifted my legs off him so he could get up. “Well, it’s all set. My contribution to the house,” he said. He puffed his chest out with exaggerated pride.
I chuckled and held my hands out to him. “I suppose I better take a look then, huh. See if your contribution suits my high standards.”
Noah took both my hands in his and helped me off the swing. Leading me over to the front door I saw the new doorbell he had put in. He had chosen it himself and insisted I don’t look until he had installed it. It was a sweet old-fashioned one that suited the rest of the renovations I had made. Standing behind me, he wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. “Do you like it, Chicken? It’s kind of like the light switches you put in the rest of the place.”
I reached out and pressed the button, the shrill ring of the traditional buzzer made me jump, but then I laughed. Turning in his arms I reached up and put my arms around Noah’s neck. “I love it, Noah.” I kissed him, softly at first before the kiss deepened and I felt his tongue slide into my mouth, licking at mine.
“I love you, Mika,” he said pulling away, emphasising the you.
Grinning I pulled him close again and whispered back, “I love you, Noah.”
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Todays I haz a small treaty for my fanz- dis is my hooman telling you bitz about me, the most majestic floof boi doggo. He luvs me lotz ❤
Floofy belly rubs
Kal 🐾🐕
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Hahaha @aussieez mine is love island 🤣🤣🤣
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mine would be Defending Jacob (starring Chris Evans). i love that so much😫😂
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pixie88 · 6 days ago
Can I maybe request something like sy is getting an medal and he has to pull out his nice uniform and all and the reader, his fiancé just calls him captain and sy goes feral when she calls him that so he drags her somewhere and fucks her silly and maybe getting caught but you know sy being sy doesn’t give a fuck and continues to fuck you pretty please🙏🏼❤️
I love your writing your so awesome ❤️❤️❤️
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Summary: You and Captain Syverson attend a ceremony but both of you have other things on your minds
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader
Word Count: Approx 2.9k
Warnings: Smut, teasing, p in v sex, dirty talk, name calling, semi public sex, cream pie
Authors Note: Thank you for the ask Anon. Now this was tricky for me, so I called in the help of @blakerogue to make sure this was extra smutty. She and I worked on this together 50/50, so this is as much hers as mine. I had an absolutely fantastic time working with you Nyx! And I think this turned out awesome!
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Tempting the Captain
You get dressed slowly as you watch your fiancé meticulously lay out his formal uniform in preparation for todays ceremony. There’s just something about the way Sy pins his medals, irons his shirt, polishes his boots that makes you tingle. Perhaps it’s the way he runs his calloused fingers over the fabric of his clothes or the way he looks when he concentrates on his boots that gives you that warm feeling deep in your gut.
When he lathers his trimmed beard in shaving cream, you can't not clench your thighs. The focus on his handsome features, never fails to make you needy. It reminds you of all the times he so expertly brought you to the gates of bliss. Sy glides the sharp blade over his jaw, leaving a smooth trail in its wake. Although you would miss his Viking beard, you couldn't wait to have him clean. A smooth ride was in order. You must have been staring because his deep baritone pulls you from your filthy thoughts.
“Something on your mind, Darlin’?” he asks with a smirk. Rinsing his razor under water, he makes another pass over his neck before reaching for a towel. Your arm shoots out and grabs the towel.
You sit on the bathroom counter, open the towel and say, “Come here.” Sy’s smirk grew as he parted your legs and stood between them. Gently you wipe his face clean, removing any left over shaving cream. Biting your lip you put the towel away and run your fingers over his soft smooth skin.
Holding your hand against his face, he kisses your palm, before nuzzling his smooth cheek into your hand. Smiling sweetly at your Captain, you blow him a kiss. With a smirk, Syverson turns his head, and licks a stripe from the heel of your palm, over your delicate wrist. Your eyes rolls back at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue against your skin. A moan escapes your parted lips and your thighs clench around his hips, as you feel your panties dampen.
"Syv-Hey!" you call out, as the Captain pulls away from you. He turns around and walks out of the bathroom with a shit eating grin on his chiselled, handsome face.
Bastard. Well fuck, two can play at this game. You check to see if Sy is in the bedroom, he isn’t. Good. You go to your underwear draw and open it all the way out, past your sensible daily underwear and bras to your especially racy lingerie. You select the pieces you want and change into the black bra, matching French cut panties and finally the stay up black stockings.
Sy returns just as your stepping into your dress. He stops in the doorway, eyebrows raised as he watches you pull the dress up over your hips and slide your arms in. You pretend you can’t reach the zip, and pouting slightly you ask, “A little help Sy?”
For a split second, you see the Captain’s top lip twitch. This only makes your smirk grow. You hear his joints crack, and he puts on a feign, sweet smile. "Of course, Darlin'," he drawls. Turning your back to him, you pull your hair over your shoulder, your back exposed to him. You don't hear him move, but you feel his body heat. His rough hands gently glide your zipper up, and his makes sure he does it slowly so that you can feel his knuckle sliding up the curve of your spine. You bite your lips to hold in a whimper, but you can do little to stop the shiver that rattles through your bones.
"You look wonderful," Sy rasps into your ear. His chin grazing your shoulder.
"The perfect arm candy?" you question, throwing your hair back over your shoulder.
“Sweeter than peaches ‘n’ cream,” he drawls, as his warm breath tickles your neck. You turn around, and are greeted with an empty space. Sy was already walking away and was doing up his tie. You shake your head, he was too fucking good at this game. You thought about dropping the big one on him, the one you knew he could never resist. But no, not yet. Better save that for when he can’t touch you, for when it will really drive him wild.
The car ride to the base was short, but it didn’t mean it was without incident. Sy made sure to show off his hands. Knowing how they affected you, he made a display of scratching his chin, clenching the wheel, and swirling his fingers over the buttons on the radio. You were on the verge of pouncing on him right there in the car. But before you built up your courage to do so, he was already opening your door, ready to walk to the site of the ceremony.
"Play nice, Kitten. This is important," he whispers into your ear, as you both get closer to the crowd. Looking up at him, you see the little smirk, and that mischievous glint in his eyes. Oh, I'll play nice.
"I understand," you reply, your own smirk tickles at your lips.
“Good girl,” he says, and you nearly stumble as you feel his hot tongue flick at your ear. Fire burns deep within you, the heady mix of lust and frustration you feel makes your jaw clench and your pussy throb.
Sy opens the door for you, lays his hand on your lower back, and guides you into the hall as if he were a gentleman. But that was what you loved about him, what made you wait all those months for him, the incredible way he made you feel both like the most cherished of angels one minute and the filthiest of whores the next.
He dutifully introduces you around, his best manners on display. While taking your seats, he introduces you to a few of his platoon members who were also receiving awards today. He excuses himself as one of his superiors wants a word in private. You can see him trying to concentrate on the words of his Commanding Officer, but you know his eyes keep glancing in your direction. He left you with three of his men and by the way he held his jaw you can tell he wasn’t happy about it.
With every polite reply, and giggle at the men, you feel his burning hot gaze. Every so often you flick your eyes in his direction. He can barely focus on his Commanding Officer or any of his words. It's a good thing he was more focused on the complimentary snacks than on Sy.
You give little attention to the three men you were left with. Your eyes were on the predatory glare your man was giving you. It was all you could think about. Deciding to put more fuel on the fire, licking your lips, you lean forward on your chair, before crossing your legs. The actions causes the hem of your dress to ride up, but that isn't enough. You run your finger up your leg, nonchalantly, and slide the dress higher, so that Sy can get a glimpse of your stockings.
You see the war being fought in his mind. You know he wants to throw you over his knee for being disobedient brat, but he can’t just walk away from his Commander without severe repercussions. You wonder if you have gone too far as you see him run his tongue over his teeth and inhale deeply, trying to keep the snarl off his face. But then you see the ever so subtle way his hand slips between his coat and pretending to adjust his belt you see his fingers readjust himself. You sit up straight and grin openly at him like you’re the cat that got the cream.
Turning your attention back to the men you continue your conversation until Sy comes back and everyone takes their seats. The ceremony starts immediately. He doesn’t look at you or speak to you as the speeches begin, but he rests his hand on your knee possessively, squeezing it so hard you almost beg for mercy right there.
But you keep an iron face while your thoughts wander. You can't help but think you may have pushed him to far. Like a mind reader, Sy gave you a low grunt, and lightly shoved his shoulder against yours. Having the reassurance your mind needed, you let you anxiety calm, while your desire continued to grow. Having a mind of their own, your thighs clenched together at the dirty thoughts of what the Captain would do to you. How he would punish you for teasing him? Would he give you everything and more? Or would he deprive you till you wept? Either way, you would beg for forgiveness.
Your thoughts are cut short when you feel the familiar steel grip leave your thigh. Syverson rises from his seat, and pats down his suit. With a last side glance at you, he holds his head high and strides for the front of the ceremony.
Your heart swells with pride as you watch him receive his medal. He’s almost a different man, the way he walks is different, the way he stands, back straight, face held without a hint of emotion. You rarely see the soldier in him, and as you see him salute the Lieutenant General then watch him turn and march back, your whole body tingles in anticipation.
You smile at him as he takes a seat and he winks at you. You bite your tongue to stop from laughing, Your man could do a lot of things but wink isn’t one of them. Dragging your eyes to the front where the next man was getting his medal, you sought out his hand. He gave it to you, holding both yours and his on his lap.
Once the ceremony had come to a finish, civilians and soldiers mixed into a sea of chatter and laughter. You stood by Sy, arm linked with his, as you held onto his bulging bicep. Your Captain laughed and joked with the other men. The wives of said men tried to small talk with you, but you could hardly focus. Seeing your man in his full uniform, the glee on his face and the medal of honor on his pec, had you in near hysteria. You wanted to let him have a little longer, and your tried to smother the throb between your legs. But as you watched Sy lick his lips and graze a hand over his jaw, your mind went straight into the filthy gutter.
You wrap your arm around his waist, and he looks at you, “You ok, Pretty Lady?”
It was now or never, you couldn’t wait a second longer. “I’m ok. I just realised I forgot to tell you something.”
Sy’s face looked concerned, “What’s that, Darlin’?”
You lean into his ear, your knees feel weak in anticipation, you lick your lips and say, “I forgot to congratulate you… Captain Syverson.”
If you had been looking at his face, you would have seen it. That look. It had the power to drop any man onto his knees. You hear the crack of his joints as his entire body tenses. You see his smooth jaw clench, and you know you're in for it. Slowly, the Captain turns his head towards you. You wear a smirk on your face, one of a tempting devil, one that represents a single deadly sin. Pride. Syverson, on the other hand, wears Wrath. His gaze burns your skin, like the deepest pit of hell. His upper lip twitches. His self-control is impressive. But you knew him. In and out. And you knew exactly what button to press.
Through gritted teeth he says to the small group you are chatting to, “Excuse us.” Sy takes your hand, gripping you so tightly you feel like he could crush your bones. Leading you away he takes you through a small set of doors leading to the bathrooms and spinning you around he nearly throws you at the wall before trapping your body with his. You feel Pride fall away and it’s replaced with a new sin, Lust.
Sy’s hand moves to your chin and his fingers dig into your cheeks. He growls at you, “Say it again.”
Biting back a moan, you lick your lips, the movement attracting his attention. His eyes are on your mouth as you say, “Congratulations, Captain Syverson.”
Blinded with lust, like a feral beast finally released from its cage, Sy snarls. His lips smash against yours, teeth clash, tongues lick, and lips suck. In a frenzy of growls, pants and whimpers, you find you dress hiked up to your waist and your collar pulled down to expose your lacy bra.
Pulling away from your lips, Syverson uses his hand on your chin to tilt your head back, and his lips find you neck. Your knees tremble as you moan, Sy has attacked your sweet spot. As he sucks, licks and nips, you feel your lace clad cunt get wetter and wetter by the second.
"Again," he groans into your neck, his hips begin to grind against you, and you become pleasantly aware of his own arousal.
Opening your mouth, you try to speak but only let out a cry as you feel his teeth sink into you. Your hands claw like talons into his shoulders as your knees turn to jelly. You lift your leg onto Sy’s hip and he grabs hold, changing the angle of his rutting. You feel him, his considerable cock rubbing and teasing at your sodden slit.
“Again,” he demands, his voice a command you couldn’t deny.
“Fuck me, Captain Syverson,” your voice a desperate plea for more as he bit into the exposed slopes of your breasts.
“You’re a needy little slut, ain’t you?” he asks, as his cock is replaced by his hand cupping your centre. Soothing himself through your wetnesss, he groans into the open air, as his wet serpent lick over his lips. "You know exactly how to wind me up, you little bitch," he snarls. Quickly fumbling at his pants, pulling down the zip he pulls himself out. Top lip curled up, he snaps his jaws, before his hard cock spears through your tight barier and takes your raw, and rough.
"Aagh!" you yelp out, cunt gripping his length. "S-so good, Captain," you gasp out.
"This one's gonna be fast, Dollface. Hold on tight," he groans, before his smooth chin digs into your collarbone. Sy lifts your other leg, and you wrap them around his waist.
“Don’t hold back, Captain,” you beg as you clasp your hands tight around his neck.
Growling he pumps into you, his unrestrained power makes you feel like a ragdoll in his arms. He was right, all you could do was hang on as your head hit the wall with each thrust. You try to hold it forward, but he’s too powerful and your neck whiplashes, banging against tiles. You feel a cushion behind your head and realise it’s his hand. Cradling you he brings his forehead to yours, his eyes boring into you has he makes you his.
Your breaths meld together, your moans with his grunts. His nostrils flare, his lips pull back as he shows you his gritted teeth. “Your cunt feels so fucking good,” he spits out before he kisses you, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and sinking his fangs into your flesh.
You gasp at the pain, which is quickly overpowered with pleasure as his cock rubs against that sweetly sensitive spot inside your core. “A-Agh! C-Cap-tain!” you manage to yelp out between his hard thrusts.
“Fu-uck, yes,” he grunts against your panting mouth. You feel his hands grip you tighter, and his fingers dig deeper into your flesh, marking you up for everyone to see.
Your toes curl, and all you manage to gasp out was a faint, “I-I,” before your orgasm splashes over you like a wave. After that, the only sounds that came out of your lips were gasps, broken moans, and incoherent mumbles, as you ride out your high, hips moving with his as best they can.
“You. Grip. Like a- UGH!” he grits out, before his speed stutters, and he slams into you, sinking into you as deep as he can. He lets out a final groan as he fills you with his release.
Sy leans his head onto your shoulder, his breath hot on your ear as he pants, slowly regaining control of his beast. He lays a tender kiss on your neck before pulling out and slowly lowering you to the ground.
Grinning he cups your cheeks, “You’re gonna get me fired one day you know that right? This is what? The third time we’ve done this?”
“Fourth if you count the time I blew you under the table at that dinner.”
“Shit,” he says. “I haven’t forgotten that one.” Reaching under your dress he dips a finger between your folds, feeling his warm seed leak out of you before fixing your panties. He brings his finger to your lips, inhaling deeply as you suck it, tasting the two of you.
“Come on,” your Captain says. “We better get back.”
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pixie88 · 7 days ago
Sy she needs you! 😍loved this ❤I want to read pt 2 but I'm tired 😴😴 your work deserved a awake read 😉 amazing work
Hi I love your work especially your syverson stuff.. could I ask of you could do something about having a one night stand with sy at a friend's party just before he is deployed and when he comes back he finds you very pregnant, he didn't know you where pregnant as you had no way to tell him.. it could be fluffy or smutty if you want.. ❤️ keep up your amazing stories 😘
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Summary: You have a one night stand with Sy. He deploys soon after and you discover you are pregnant with no way to contact him.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader
Word Count: approx. 1.8k
Warnings: Implied smut, angst, fluff at end
Authors Note: I’ve been sick this weekend. I spent most of it in bed, haven't been online at all really, but finally worked out a way to write this one so hauled my ass out of bed for a few hours and pumped this out. Thanks Anon for the ask, sorry it took so long to get to, but I hope you like it. Beta read by the ever reliable @amberangel112 but edited by me, there will be errors (I’m sick remember!)
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Your Condition
Sy had been one of those friends of a friend of a friend at the parties that summer. You had seen him around at a few of the local cookouts, bonfires, and carnivals. He was new in town, no one knew his family, odd for your small town, but he fit in well. Being a military man helped. It was very much a “thank you for your service” kind of town. He had learned very quickly that if he wasn’t careful, people would buy his lunch for him, or pay for his drinks at the bar.
You had gotten friendly with him over the months he was in town, you enjoyed his company and easy, bearded smile. Sy had the kind of smile that always made you want to smile too. Even though many of the girls in town threw themselves at him, it was your company he sought when he could. But even to you he was a mystery, he didn’t talk much about his work much, but you knew he was Special Forces and a Captain.
Sy had sworn you to secrecy, “It’s bad enough the way the town treats me, if they knew I was an officer on top of that, I’d never hear the end of it.”
When you asked why he moved here, Sy said he was planning on retiring soon, wanted to see what small town life was like after being in cities and military towns for most of his adulthood. He wanted to see if there would be work for him, a place he felt like home, so that after his last deployment he had something to look forward to.
Sy once again found you at a party a few days before he flew out. The party was big and loud but he still managed to make it feel like you were the only two people around. He kissed you for the first time, it was unexpected but not unwelcome. There was a desperation in his kiss, a plea, followed by a voiced one as his hands caressed your cheeks, “Come home with me?”
You couldn’t say no, you had waited for Sy to ask for weeks. You knew what this night would be too, it wouldn’t be a promise of a new relationship, it was what it was, and you were ok with that. Perhaps there would be more when he came back, perhaps not, but you were willing to take the risk.
It was like most first times, a little awkward, a little hesitant, but Sy was an attentive lover. He made you feel beautiful as he caressed your body, his gentle hums never stopped as he explored you. He made you feel desired, by the eagerness of his touch and his constant drive to see you reach your peak, he always seemed to want to coax one more from you.
The first condom broke not long after you started, but well before Sy was close. It hardly stopped him, immediately putting another on and continuing. When he had filled three condoms, your passions going through to the early morning, you gathered your things to leave. He asked you to stay, spend the night, and you did, falling asleep in his heavy arms, your thigh over his hip and your face pressed into his broad chest, his fur tickling your cheeks.
In the morning, it had felt strange, you knew this wasn’t going anywhere. If he had liked you Sy would have asked you on a date, not to come back to his house. So, you were surprised when you woke that he had cooked you breakfast and made you some coffee. You thanked him and ate quickly, leaving before you overstayed your welcome. Although he hadn’t made you feel like you had to leave, he hadn’t asked you to stay either. When you announced you were leaving, he was merely quiet a few moments then grinned at you and walked you to the door. He hugged you, and you held him back, pressing your nose into his skin, wanting to remember his woody, earthy smell.
About three weeks later you knew something was wrong, your nipples were super sensitive, and you craved milk. Your momma always said, she knew she was pregnant because of those exact symptoms. You rushed to the drug store and bought the tests and taking three straight away, they all came back positive. You waited a few days, hoping it was a mistake before having the test confirmed by a doctor. You didn’t understand it, you had been careful, used protection, you were sure you hadn’t made a mistake. The condom had broken, yeah, but Sy had realised straight away. But it had to be Sy’s, you hadn’t had sex for three months before him or with anyone since him.
You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know for sure if Sy was ever coming back to town. You thought you would try to contact him, making discrete enquiries around town to see if anyone knew his family or if he had left contact information. Even the post office only had details of the base he worked at. You thought about contacting the army directly, but it felt like you would just be causing trouble.
The only option you could see was going to Sy’s house. Peeking through the windows it seemed like he was planning on coming home, his motorcycle and truck were still in the garage. After a couple of weeks debating with yourself, you left him a note asking him to come and see you when he got back, adding that it didn’t matter how long he was gone for, you needed to see him.
Promising yourself that you wouldn’t think about Sy again, you got on with life. You realised you had no control over the situation, you had no idea how long he was gone, it could be six months, it could be two years and when he did return, you had no way of knowing how he would react. It was difficult when every time you saw your growing belly you thought of him, wondered if he was ok, imagined what he would think when he finds out. The doctors’ visits were particularly painful, having to repeat there was no father in the picture so many times you almost wanted to print it on business cards.
Small towns being what they are also made it tough. You knew there were rumours, guesses about who the father was. Unsurprisingly Sy’s name was mentioned as a possible father. Some of your friends cautiously asked who the father was, and you had gently told them you would rather not say. Some took this as confirmation it was Sy as they remembered the subtle questions you had asked about him. You had told your mother and father the truth and they agreed not to say anything until you had spoken to Sy.
One morning, about seven months into your pregnancy, you were walking out the front door on your way to work and nearly at your car when you saw Sy walk down your driveway. He took your breath away, this beard thicker than you had seen it, his hair shorter too. You had forgotten how large he was, how well he filled out his clothes, even dressed for winter in a thick leather jacket and jeans, they could not hide his brawny form.
Sy stopped dead when he saw you, his jaw dropping. You looked down, your belly was obvious, no point in trying to hide it now. You could do this; you had this conversation in your head a million times by this point and thought of every possible outcome you could.
Recovering quickly, Sy walked towards you, his steps were measured, and his arms swung languidly as he approached. He stopped a short way away, looking you up and down.
“Welcome back, Sy,” you said quickly, wanting to be the first to speak, to set the tone as friendly as possible. “Want to come in for a coffee?”
Sy opened his mouth to speak, then shut it. He sucked his lips into his mouth before opening it again to talk before shutting it again. He looked away, head tilting from side to side and you could almost hear the debate raging in his head. When he finally spoke, his question surprised you. “Should you be drinkin’ coffee in your condition?”
You couldn’t help but laugh at the old-fashioned euphemism, but you quickly smothered it as you saw Sy’s look of shock. It was a lot for him to take in, you could tell he knew it was his without asking the question. “I’ll have ginger tea,” you assured him. “Helps keep my tummy settled.”
You went back inside, texting your boss you would be late before you opened the door and lead Sy to the kitchen. You were both quiet as you made your drinks, but you could feel his eyes on you the whole time. When you handed him his coffee and sat next to him at the small table, he finally said something. “I’m guessin’ that’s mine from the urgency of your message.”
Taking a sip of your tea, you gave yourself a moment to gather your thoughts before answering, “I want you to know, you don’t have to do anything, don’t have to be in her life, if you don’t want to. No one but my parents know it’s yours. You could leave town if you want and forget…”
“Stop,” he said forcefully. His forehead wrinkled as he sighed, “Her?” He looked you in the eyes for the first time and you were taken aback. He wasn’t mad, he seemed almost in awe. “It’s a girl?”
“Yeah,” you said softly.
Sy exhaled with a small chuckle and grinned before the worried forehead came back. “What makes you think I’d be the kind of man to run out on my responsibilities?”
“I don’t want you to feel pressured,” you said. “Take some time, think about it, let me know what you…”
“I don’t need to, Darlin’,” he said. “I wasn’t raised that way, and I wouldn’t feel right knowin’ I had a young’un around that I wasn’t takin’ care of.”
You didn’t know what to say and for a short time you sipped at your tea. But soon you felt the sting of tears and they flowed quickly, the relief too much. You wiped them away quickly, “I’m sorry. These stupid hormones, have me a weeping mess half the time,” you explained.
Sy took your hand and said, “Don’t be sorry.” He lifted your chin so you would look at him. “I’m here now, you tell me what you need.”
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pixie88 · 7 days ago
Adorable you write Sy so well! I watched Sandcastles again today! 💜💜 brilliant lovely 😍❤ catching up with tags
Last night I got startled awake by a booming thunder, it was so close that the windows rattled and the cars' alarm started in the parking lot. I got so scared 😭😭 I hate thunderstorms with passion, I always wish I had somebody in bed to cuddle with whenever they start. How do you think our captain would react to the reader getting scared?
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Summary: A storm wakes you and Sy comforts you his way
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Reader
Word Count: approx 1k
Warnings: Fluffy, slight angst (fear of storms)
Authors note: I have had 3 requests now for Sy comforting you during a storm! The above is the oldest, I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get to. Like my last drabble, this is a common trope, but this is my contribution to the trope. I hope you enjoy it.
Thanks as always to @amberangel112 for beta reading, your support has been amazing. Also, to my dear friend @henryobsessed for the edit, you are amazing!
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Unseen Monsters
You wake with a start, sitting bolt upright in bed. The room brightens for a moment before you hear the sizzling crack of the lightening and the rumbling thunder that rolls across the sky. You hear the clouds open as rain pounds on the tin roof, as if it were the sounds of an invading army boots thumping against the ground.
Trembling, you force yourself to lay back down. Lightening splits the sky again as thunder booms like a canon and you roll over into Sy, quivering in fear. You’re embarrassed, this was one of the first nights you had ever spent together after a few months of dating and here you were, cowering like a child. You covered your ears, the rain getting louder as the wind picked up, and hid your face in Sy’s chest.
After another round of thunder that seems to go for a full minute, Sy stirs. He groans, attempting to roll over, but feeling you against him, he hums, seemingly happy and wraps his arms around you. As soon as he does, he notices you shaking.
“Hey,” Sy says, his voice deep and hoarse from sleeping. “You ok?” You look up at him, your eyes wide and you know how you must look to him. “Didja have a nightmare?”
You shook your head “No it’s the…” Another crack of lightning and crash of thunder rips through the room. You cringe, shrinking into Sy’s chest, burying your face in his fur as it tickles your nose.
“Don’t like storms huh, Sugar?” He asks. You think you can hear amusement in his voice, and you feel humiliated. But then you feel him stroke your head. “’S alright,” he murmurs, and you realise he’s only trying to calm you down, which only makes you want to hide more.
“No. They freak me out,” you say into his chest.
Sy’s chest rumbles as he hums, thinking. You press your ear against him, listen to his strong steady heartbeat and hear his voice echo as he says, “Do you know why ya don’t like ‘em?”
“Not really.”
“Nothing happened when you were a kid or anything?”
“No,” you say. You feel silly, a grown adult cowering over something that’s perfectly natural and probably won’t hurt you and you don’t even know why you are scared. “Pretty stupid, huh?”
Sy hums again. He lifts your head off his chest and kisses your nose. He smiles at you, a gentle grin before guiding your head back to his chest. “Not all fears come from something,” he says. “Sometimes it’s the unknown that scares ya. Have you ever watched a thunderstorm?”
“No way!” you say, horrified. “Why would I want to do that?”
“Well Sugar, it’s like when you watch a horror movie and hear about the monster but don’t actually see it, it’s scarier than when you do, right?” You nod. “Same thing.”
Sy keeps stroking your hair and you think about what he says while you tremble in his arms. He was able to calm you quickly with his strong presence, his warmth, his thick, rope like arms keeping you held tight and his familiar, masculine smell.
Rolling over, Sy turns on the bedside light and says, “Put your robe on, Sugar. Come sit on the porch with me.” He starts to untangle himself from you and gets out of bed.
Grabbing his arm you protest, “No Sy. Just stay here with me.”
Sy squats down next to the bed, using his free hand to caress your cheek. “Nothin’ will hurt you while I’m with you, ok? Do it for me, Sugar.”
Thunder booms again and you yelp. “It’s so loud though, Sy.”
Drawing his brows together and sucking his bottom lip in his mouth, you see Sy thinking. Suddenly he smiles, “Wait here.” He goes to his closet and pulls out the earmuffs he wears when he goes to the shooting range. He puts them on you, and you see him mouth, “Better?”
You sigh and say, “You’re not going to let me say no, are you?”
Sy grins and shook his head, beckoning you with his fingers. He passes you your robe and slippers and once you’re dressed, he takes your hand, and grabbing the blanket off the couch as you pass, leads you outside. He sits on the large wicker chair and pulls you onto his lap, cradling you like a child. You feel silly again, weak, until Sy lifts the muff away from your ear slightly and says, “Ya know, I don’t like snakes.”
“Really?”
Sy gives you a squeeze and says, “Yeah, I shake nearly as bad as you do. Goddamn things make my skin crawl, the way they slither around.” He exaggeratedly shudders for effect. “I’m better than I was, but I still can’t touch ‘em.”
“Maybe I should start calling you Indiana Jones,” you joke.
“It’s Doctor Jones, to you,” he replies smirking. Another crash makes you jump, and Sy kisses your forehead. “Have a look Sugar. It’s real pretty.”
The sky, though early morning but not yet sunrise, was streaked with red, probably lit up from the city lights. When the lightning hit and you see how much power it has and how the world lit up, for a moment your breath is taken away. After a few moments the thunder crashed, but even with the ear protection you can tell it was moving away.
You feel Sy’s beard on your skin, his lips pressing a kiss into your cheek. “You’re doing so well, Sugar,” he whispers in your ear, lifting and replacing the muffs. You snuggle into him, he pulls the blanket up high over your shoulders and tucks your head under his chin. Sy starts to sway, and you feel gentle vibrations in his chest. You think he’s humming a tune.
As the storm rolls away and the steady rain falls, your eyes struggle to stay open. The next thing you remember is being lifted, Sy’s arm around your back and under your knees. You realise the earmuffs are gone as you mutter to Sy that you can walk.
“Hush, Sugar,” he says. “I gotcha. Go back to sleep.”
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pixie88 · 8 days ago
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Henry looks sooo GOOD in those new pics! *splashes water in my face*
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I’m here for the silverfox sideburns !
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pixie88 · 8 days ago
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When August spots you across the street: RUN girl, run!
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pixie88 · 8 days ago
Making use of that baby fever and my loving Charles hours because this has been living rent free in my mind for some time
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Could you... Maybe expand on this?🥺🥺 No pressure of course 💗💗
Expand? Hmm...Like this? 😏
Word count | 784
Warnings | The L word, sex (p in v), creampie.
Authors note | Edited by me, myself, and I. There will be mistakes. But we let the run wild in this end of the woods.
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Tracing patterns over the Duke’s hairy chest, you glow in the aftermath of your orgasm. “There will never come a day when I get tired of this,” he pants. You feel your cheeks burn with a blush, and you nuzzle your face into his pec.
“Getting tired of you is impossible,” he continues, turning his body in the damp sheets, to face you.
“Your grace,” you begin, rolling your eyes at the toothy grin adorning his handsome face.
“Stop,” he haults your speech, “you’re turning away from me again,” he frowns.
“No, I’m not,” you argue.
“Yes,” he rolls you both over so that he is leaning over you, his hips snug between your legs, “you are.”
You look away from him, and take in a breath, to begin a rant.
“No,” he mumbles, before his lips meet yours.
Giving up on your protest, you get lost in the kiss. Charles smiles against your lips, before pulling away. You follow his lips, but he presses his hand to you collarbone and pushes you back down.
You pout at the man as a rumbly chuckle barrels out his lips. “You always call me ‘Your Grace’ in bed, when you either want to harder, or you begin to shut me out,” he stated.
“I-“ you began to argue, but he was right.
Huffing, you roll your eyes playfully.
“I know you... I love you,” he said.
Your eyes snap to his. You tried to search for any kind of bluff, a lie. But you found nothing. Only the truth, and complete and utter adoration.
“Charles,” you mumble.
“There she is,” he grins, “my love.”
“I-Give,” you stutter, your heart raced in your chest.
“Gi-give me- Let me give you a-an heir,” you gasped.
The Dukes eyes grew wide, and you felt his cock stiffening between your legs.
“What?” he asked, his breath picked up.
“Let me give you an heir, Charles,” you said, more firmly this time. You felt yourself leak once more.
Your need trickled down to your puckered hole.
“Don’t play with me, woman,” he growled.
Shaking your head, you roll your hips into his. “No more games, Charles,” you moan.
“I won’t stop,” he warns.
“Good,” you smirk.
His jaw twitches, before he again, has his mouth on you.
He nibbles on your bottom lip, while his hands run up and down your body. Groping, pinching and caressing your flesh, he trails his lips down your jaw.
He kisses down the column of your neck, before his wet tongue licks back up, following your artery.
His hips ground against yours, his member getting stiffer by the second.
Your pants echo around the curtain-covered bed.
The friction of him grounding into you can not soothe the ache between your legs, so you wrap your legs around his waist, your ankles linking together. “I need you inside me, Your Grace,” he whisper into his ear.
Groaning against your neck, you feel him nod his head. “Whatever my Lady wishes,” he grunts, as he fists his hard cock, and runs himself through your wet petals.
“Now,” you hum.
“Yesssss,” he moans, as he sinks into your tight little cunt.
Pushing deeper into you, he leans down on his elbows. His arms enclasp you, in everything that is him.
The forest between his hips rubs against yours, as he grind into you. “You’ll give me an hair?” he asks, his warm breath puffs against your face.
“Yes, Your Grace,” you whisper.
Moaning, Charles ruts into you.
“Will they be strong?” he questions, his hips retreating.
“Yes, and smart,” you breathe. His hips slam back into yours.
“Agh!” you yelp, a violent shiver runs up your body.
“They’ll rule the land,” you continue.
In reply, Charles pulls back, and hammers forward again.
“They’ll love you,” you moan.
Growling above you, the Duke latches his lips onto your neck.
His lips lap up your beads of sweat and pant into your flesh, as he thrusts hard and deep into your cove.
“Yes, yes!” you gasp, your nails leaving angry red trails down his back, as he continues to hit every deliciously pleasurable spot within you.
Your toes curl at the tingle your body begins to feel.
“Give me an heir, woman!” he roars against your ear as he slams into you, hard.
With the last hit, you body arches, and latches onto the Duke.
With shallow and deep thrusts, Charles spills into you.
The hot, creamy release, coats your pulsing walls, and you can’t help the shiver that rattles through your being.
“You’ll need more than that, sweet love,” he pants against your temple, as you feel him rut against you.
He was still as stiff as his sword...
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