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voxmortuus · 11 months

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►PAIRING: Capt. Syverson X F!Reader ►UNIVERSE: Sand Castle ►WORDS: 898 short first chapter ►SUMMARY/PROMPT: You are a female solider, so naturally you're walking into a "male dominated territory." Syverson and you naturally but heads, not a fan of his abrasive ways and his lack of giving a shit for most things. In your eyes, he's unprofessional. You and him start off with this wit he brings out in you, tensions start to build. Eventually you two realize there is something there between you two, but being who you both are, this forbidden fraternization just can't happen, but over time, words are exchanged, and hot heavy moments happen. Soon you're discharged and sent home, eventually you and Syverson end up with the happy ending you both deserve but it will absolutely be trying and hard to get there. Do you have the guts to stick it through? Does he have the means to learn to control his urges? ►TRIGGER WARNINGS: Reader Angst | Syverson Smart Mouth | Reader Smart Mouth | Reader Syverson Tension | Foul Language | Sexist Comment ►NOTE: I want to thank @mrsevans90 for the inspiration to create a Syverson Series. ►IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa ►My Master Masterlist | Henry Cavill Masterlist

What was this? What was this your life had come to? You weren't upset, you weren't mad, maybe a little afraid and full of adrenaline as the plane landed, but what was this feeling. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, let alone a piece of your brain. A blanket of sand coated your boot the moment you stepped foot onto the ground. It was that moment you realized, one, there was no keeping these things clean, and two, this was really happening.

Sitting in the back of the vehicle after your briefing you head to your post, looking around you everything in, no idea what was to come, who you were going to meet, let alone the kind of people you were going to encounter. Everything was such a rush, and it caused your heart to beat so loudly in your chest you could hear it as if it was in your head.

Upon arriving you were greeted by a few random low ranked people, but it was the captain that caught the attention of you and the rest of the soldiers. Sure there were other females, but not very many, but he picked up on you right away. It was your typical speech. You know the "Don't be a dumbass, don't get shot, don't do blah blah blah..." But in standing there, you felt the tension, but maybe it was your own tension.

In your mind, sure he was handsome in that... way... that bend be over the desk, pound me into next week spank my ass pat my head and call me a good girl for a night kinda way, but let's face it, it had been a while since you've had... company and it had been a long while since you've had enjoyed some good quality company. But right now, that needed to be pushed farthest from your mind.

"I said... fall out." Syverson stated looking at you.

Looking around you clear your throat and shake your head do just that. Had you really zoned everything out? Seems like it. With a clench of your jaw you head to your post and settle onto the cot you were assigned to and get a few things situated.

New day, time for a new take on how all of this was going to go. Simple work it was right now anyway, but you were going to be working closely with Syverson. Great. You had no idea how any of this was going to go. But it didn't take long for you to realize just how much of a pain in the ass he was going to be.

"Well, you're female, you know how to make a good cup of coffee?" he asked, joking, mildly.

Rolling your eyes, you look at him. "You know, I hate coffee, so no." Okay maybe a mild lie, but still, none the less, you weren't wanting to deal with his jokes.

"Well then looks like you'll need to find a new post." He chuckled.

With a slight sigh, you place his coffee on the table and look at him and shaking your head you take a seat. "What is on the agenda for the day, Sir?" You ask.

Looking at you he points to a large stack of papers. Papers? What the fuck? You look at him with this look of seriously? But you sit down and he shakes his head. "Jesus don't take it so literal... you think I want you to do paperwork that isn't even mine? I don't even do paperwork. Let's go." He sighs and heads out to the squad outside the tent and calls for them.

After a short briefing on what's expected today, he looks at you "Does that answer your question?" He smirked.

Oh if looks could kill. "Kill em with kindness." you hear in your head, something your mother and teachers would say. You simply nod, give a very blank smirk and lick your lips. "Yes...Sir." You state flatly as you fall out and walk in the other direction.

It was a cluster fuck to say the least, the tension over this first week had only grown thicker and a little hard to ignore. Most people picked up on it and had joked and jested about it. How you had a crush on him, but yet they didn't joke or jest toward him having a crush either. What the fuck? So, it was always you that had the crush? Fuck that! He was annoying, arrogant, self-absorbed, entitled, and to be honest, he was a bit of a beef cake.

it put a sour taste in your mouth, just because you were a woman meant you were the root of all evil, you were the one who had the crush, and you were the one that was going to pollute his mind. You'd pollute his mind, but not because you were trying to, but because he was the one with the crush. He was the one that wanted you. He was the one that polluted his own mind.

Sure, maybe as time went on you and him would see eye to eye, but right now, you wanted to poke him in the eye... with the end of your grenade pin and hand him the grenade and walk away. Little did you know that would all change. You'll just have to wait and see.

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resowrites · 2 years

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Strangers In The Night - a Capt. Syverson oneshot.

Summary: Capt. Syverson’s wife is glad to finally have him home but something about his manner has changed and she’s determined to find out what…

Pairings: AU!Capt. Syverson x Wife!OC

Warnings: 18+only MINORS DNI, angst, fluff, language, adult themes, mention of mental health issues/night terrors, mention of war & associated injuries/casualties, relationship difficulties/argument, allusion to smut, lightly proofread.

WC: 2058

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Strangers In The Night - a Capt. Syverson oneshot.

The cool night air fluttered the curtains and sent a gentle breeze towards their bed. Unfortunately, it did nothing to comfort Capt. Syverson, who'd been twisting and turning in his sheets for the last forty minutes. His wife watched on helplessly, not knowing whether it was better to wake him or let the nightmare pass in its own time. He'd been home from deployment the last two weeks and was so far struggling to adjust back to civilian life. From what she could gather, it had been a particularly bad tour. Though he'd been lucky to get back without any injuries, a couple of his comrades weren't so lucky. She was dreading him going back in another six months' time.

He'd started moaning now, having some invisible conversation she wasn't privy to. If only she could reach inside his head and pull him back, or at least provide reassurance so he could finally get some proper rest. They didn't really talk about his job, and it seemed this was common amongst the other military wives she knew. The best advice they could give her was to allow him the time and space to acclimate on his own terms. However, that made their relationship much more difficult, they spent so much time apart as it was and all she wanted to do was feel close to him when he returned. His mood at the moment seemed particularly low and she'd already contacted the doctor for their opinion.

Her husband was stubborn however and not keen on taking anyone's advice. She understood his mistrusting behaviour, his career depending on him being mindful of his surroundings and every move he and his men made. If only he was able to let his guard drop once he returned, then things might be a bit easier for them both. She gently rubbed circles over the centre of his chest, being careful not to let the fabric bunch up under her fingers. He seemed to murmur in response. She hoped that somewhere inside him, he recognised her touch and felt heartened by it. She remembered when he left all those months ago, they'd had a huge fight two days before he was due to leave and she spent the rest of their time apart feeling terribly guilty. They had a great relationship despite their difficulties, and she knew he felt just as bad about having to leave her so soon after he'd already been away.

It was a lonely life without him, though she tried her best to busy herself with her work. She also had a military wife support group though she occasionally avoided attending when she saw how bitter some of the other attendees were. Especially when they recounted their horror stories. She just wished there was more she could do to ease his pain. He was a decent man and loving husband, he didn't deserve to witness the horrors he'd seen. Almost as if on queue, his eyes flung open as he desperately gasped for air. She hurriedly held up a glass of water to his mouth and he drank back most of it automatically. "Hey, it's alright honey. I'm here, you're safe." It took a moment or two for him to fully come round, the edges of sleep not fully dispersed just yet. Eventually, he sighed and screwed his eyes shut, as though everything would look different when he opened them again. But he had the same pained look on his face and she decided she should at least make him more comfortable. She got up to the bathroom and held a flannel under the cold water tap. By the time she climbed back into bed, he was sitting up, his head resting against the headboard. She swiped his temple a couple of times before he irritatedly batted her hand away. She said nothing as she turned back around and sighed.

"I'm sorry darlin.’ I, I just, don't like bein' treated like a kid." Although it was obvious she was just trying to help, she didn't want to start arguing in the middle of the night. She pulled the covers up to her neck and turned off the light she figured he must have reached over to turn on. She heard him sigh just as sleep started pulling her towards the darkness. She groaned as the bedside light then snapped on again, and he lifted his bulky frame from off the top of her shoulders.

"I'm sorry okay? Don't think I'm bein’ ungrateful, I know you were just tryin’ to help." She could feel tears well up in her eyes now though she wasn't sure why exactly. She supposed it was just their shared frustration at the moment. When she began sniffling, he curled his body towards her and began palming her shoulder with his big, tough hand.

"Shh, shh… I'm sorry. Really sweetheart, please don't cry." She wiped her nose but otherwise ignored him. She didn't have any more to say at that moment that would have made the situation better. She heard him rub his shaved head in defeat, before swinging out of his side of the bed. She figured he was just going to the toilet but when she heard the taps run again and water splashing the floor, her sadness soon turned to anger.

"For God’s sake, don't get that all over the floor… someone will damn well trip tomorrow morning." He fiercely twisted the taps and stared her down hard.

"What the hell is the matter with you? You've had a face as long as a wet weekend since the moment I got back. Did you not want me home, is that it?" She looked at him in sheer disbelief. She'd even prepared a load of decorations to put up, but he returned home two days early and in the middle of the night to boot. She didn't even realise he got back until the next morning.

"Are you fucking kidding me? I was counting down the days till you got back. Though Lord knows why!" She turned on her heels and grabbed the duvet off the bed, he could have the bed but she'd be damned if he was going to be kept warm.

"Darlin’ wait, I'm sorry alright? You don't have to go downstairs." She huffed as she threw the duvet back onto the bed, and stood facing him hands on hips.

"You know you can talk to me? You don't have to go through all this alone. I'm your wife, you don't have to hide anything from me." He rubbed his eyes now and slumped onto the end of the bed. It wasn't that simple, if he didn't want to worry her any further there were some things he'd have to keep to himself.

"It's not that easy, I made a promise to myself not to bring any o' that shit home with me. It's better for me not to relive it anyway…" Something then clicked in her mind. She knew that one of the men had been killed in action, but she realised it must have been someone close to him. Although it took a while for him to get used to being home again, he wasn't normally so sullen or depressed.

"Darling tell me what happened, it's no good bottling everything up, you'll just make it harder on both of us." He exhaled deeply realising she was right. She always was. He rocked onto his feet and started fishing about his bedside drawer. He pulled something up with a snap and bought it carefully towards her.

"Here, it was Dan… the fella who got blown up. I spoke to him only a coupla minutes before it happened. Left behind a wife and young daughter as well. They're damn well heartbroken. It was all over, just like that..." He snapped his fingers and she saw his eyes glaze over as he replayed the event in his already feverish mind. She didn't know what to say to him. There was no use saying it was a tragedy or there would always be a reason behind these things. Because there wasn't. The reality was that many men were senselessly maimed or killed and he just had to carry on with his job regardless. Then of course there was the possibility that it would be him one day. He was an excellent soldier but no one was untouchable in those circumstances, not even him.

"Do you not think maybe it's time to step down? It's a young man's game darling and after a while, the risks start outweighing the benefits." She knew it was hardly the best time to suggest such a thing, but someone had to tell him the truth and it might as well be her. He looked back down at the photo, holding it with two hands as her words played out in his mind.

"I dunno sweetheart, I hate to have to leave 'em in the lurch. But I suppose you're right, I can't carry on thinkin' I'm invincible." She nodded though he carried on staring at the picture. She thought about Dan's widow and shuddered at the thought of ending up in the same position. But that was enough of those kinds of thoughts for one evening. She carefully plucked the photo from his thickened hands and placed it on the ottoman at the foot of their bed. She then pulled him in by his great big arm and planted a kiss on his dry mouth.

"Listen here soldier, I'll always be here no matter what you decide to do. I think you'd make a wonderful teacher you know? You don't take anyone's shit, you'd be perfect to keep the new recruits in line." He pursed his lips as he considered her suggestion. It would mean he could come home to her every night and be a proper husband for once. He had to admit it was tempting. He hugged her close to his chest, his arms like a vice as they locked around the top of her back. It was so good just to be able to smell her again, the crook of her neck smelling like talc and bed warmth. He growled against her skin causing her to giggle at the sensation.

"You silly boy, I have missed you though. God, I worried about you… what would I do without my skinhead huh?" She rubbed the sides of his bristly head before placing another kiss on his sweaty forehead.

"You'd be fine darlin.' I know you, you're a tough ol' bird… always have been." At this, she kicked him in the shin. He started hopping about on one leg, the pain being far worse than he expected.

"That'll damn well teach ya. And you're not going anywhere soon, not if I have anything to do with it." He looked back up at her with a devilish grin and before she knew it, he hauled her into a fireman's lift, spinning around in tight circles. She shrieked as the blood began rushing to her head.

"Put me down, you idiot! God, what will our neighbours think?" She was more than a little dishevelled by the time her feet found the ground again. He chuckled as he smoothed down her hair while she patted down her nightdress.

"Hey, don't worry about that gettin’ wrinkled… it'll be on the bedroom floor before long." She scoffed and swatted him on the arm, causing him to wince even though she didn't hit him that hard. "Careful darlin,’ I'm a bit sore. We had to move all our equipment by ourselves on the last day and I'm still covered in bruises." She gave him a mock sympathetic look and waddled back towards the bathroom. When he called out after her, she shot him a knowing look over her shoulder. For the first time in weeks, he grinned from ear to ear.

"Let's take a shower together, there's many things I'm willing to put up with but sleeping alongside a big sweaty ape ain't one of them." He charged at her now, lifting her off the ground and over his shoulder before she could protest. He then swatted her backside just as he kicked the bathroom door closed behind him. She'd expected it to be a long, restless night, though not quite like this.

A/N: I hope you guys like this new Henry Cavill oneshot, I enjoy creating pieces for characters I don’t normally use, so I hope I did ok! Please feel free to send me any more requests for stories/series. I love hearing from you all! Thanks so much for all your continued support and I hope you enjoy the story ~ Reso x

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#henry cavill #henry cavill fandom #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill fics #captain syverson

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fics-not-tragedies · 5 months

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January 2024 Music Prompts - Spotify Wrapped edition

♪ Hello again! Yes, I'm finally back, at last. Let's start new year with something great: music prompts ♪🎵🎶

♪ Since getting your Spotify Wrapped is such a huge event every year (at least for me, who listens to the same 5 artists and even tho I still get surprised, lol), I decided to surprise you with a little prompt event.

♪ I've chosen 15 songs from my 2023 Wrapped playlist and a lyric (or few) for each one of them that just has THE vibe (y'know):

1. Own My Mind ♫ Måneskin I'm prayin' at your altar if you know what I mean.

2. Dinner & Diatribes ♫ Hozier I’d suffer hell if you'd tell me/What you'd do to me tonight.

3. Kiwi ♫ Harry Styles She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes/Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect.

4. Electricity ♫ Arctic Monkeys Tell me something I don’t already know/Like how'd you get your kisses to fill me with electricity?

5. Francesca ♫ Hozier Though I know my heart would break/I'd tell them, "Put me back in it".

6. Honey (Are You Coming?) ♫ Måneskin I'm gonna show you how this Italian amor/It's gonna love you harder than ever before/You will like it.

7. Don't Blame Me ♫ Taylor Swift I would fall from grace/Just to touch your face.

8. For Your Love ♫ Måneskin I wanna be the first man you look at tonight/I wanna be stuck in your head and make you go wild.

9. Stuck ♫ Thirty Seconds to Mars I've been lost in your eyes all afternoon/The more I drift, the closer I get to you.

10. Mammamia ♫ Måneskin They ask me why I'm so hot, 'cause I'm italiano.

11. Nobody ♫ Hozier I'd be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint/I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave/But I want you to know that I've had no love like your love.

12. I Can See You ♫ Taylor Swift But what would you do if I went to touch you now?/What would you do if they never found us out?/What would you do if we never made a sound?

13. Baby Said ♫ Måneskin Baby said, "Let me taste your silhouette/You can talk between my legs"/Uh-uh, uh, uh, know you really want to.

14. Cuff It ♫ Beyonce I wanna go higher, can I sit on top of you?

15. I Wanna Be Your Dog ♫ John McCrea So messed up, I want you here/In my room, I want you here/Now we're gonna be face-to-face/And I'll lay right down in my favorite place.

♪ You can now start making request for the following list of characters:

1. Keanu Reeves along with his following characters/movies:

John Wick & the John Wick movies franchise,

Constantine & the movie,

Johnny Utah & Point Break,

Jonathan Harker & Bram Stoker’s Dracula,

Neo & The Matrix,

dr Julian Mercer,

Jack Traven & Speed;

2. Riccardo Scamarcio along with:

Santino D’Antonio;

3. Andrew Hozier Byrne;

4. Tom Hiddleston along with his following characters/movies:

Sir Thomas Sharpe & Crimson Peak,

Loki & Avengers/Thor,

Adam & Only Lovers Left Alive,

dr Robert Laing & High Rise,

Jonathan Pine & The Night Manager;

5. Henry Cavill along with his following characters/movies:

Geralt of Rivia & The Witcher,

Walter Marshall & Nomis,

Capt. Syverson & Sand Castle,

Napoleon Solo & The Man from U.N.C.L.E.,

August Walker & MI: Fallout,

6. Alexander Skarsgård along with his following characters/movies:

Eric Northman & True Blood,

Leo Beiler & Mute,

Gadi Becker & The Little Drummer Girl,

sergeant Brad “Iceman” Colbert & Generation Kill,

7. Peaky Blinders franchise along with the following characters:

Thomas ‘Tommy’ Shelby,

Alfie Solomons,

8. Supernatural franchise along with the following characters:

Dean Winchester,

Sam Winchester,

9. The X Files franchise along with the following characters:

Dana Scully,

Fox Mulder,

10. Kiefer Sutherland along with his following characters/movies:

Jack Bauer & 24,

president Tom Kirkman & Designated Survivor,

David & The Lost Boys.

Please send in a number with the song/lyric you fancy + a character from those listed above, first come - first serve, as always.

If there are any questions don’t be afraid to ask them, I’m always all ears for y’all!

♪ LET'S CELEBRATE THE BEGINNING OF 2024 ✨

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capncassas · 2 years

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2021 Master List

Steven Rogers

Teammates Nothing More - A Captain America x Reader Fanfiction.

Mr. Rochester

Jane’s Awakening - Henry Cavill as Edward Rochester Master List

Clark Kent

Everything’s Better with Bacon - one shot

A Little Bit Embarrassed - one shot

August Walker

Private Eyes - two parts

Daddy Always Knows

Capt. Syverson

Supply Run - one shot

Twinkies, Ho-Ho’s, and Ding Dongs - Continuation of Supply Run

A Dog Named Kevin - one shot

Oh, Baby! - one shot

Pretty As A Peach - one shot

Walter Marshall

NFWMB - one shot

I’m Your Dad Now - one shot

Cuddle Buddy Wanted - one shot

Repeat Offender - one shot

Sweet Silver Bells - series master list

Will Shaw

Playstation & Chill - one shot

Sherlock Holmes

Are You Quite Alright? - one shot

Ronon Dex

What’s Up Chewie? - one shot

Arthur Curry

Respect the Storm - one shot

Playing with Fire - one shot

Connor

Heat - one shot

Thor

Little Warrior - one shot

#2021 masterlist

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littlefreya · 3 years

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Do you have any Henry the brat tamer fics?

Dooooo I? 😈 Well Brat might be my middle name, and you know who is a total brat tamer? This bloke 👇🏻

Brat Tamer Matserlist

Henry

Morning Person Herny x Reader (Smut, dom/brat, cockwarming) Henry is a morning person, you, on the other hand, are the complete opposite and you’re being a major spoiled brat about this, so now he has to punish you.

Not now, Kitten - Henry x Reader (Smut, Dom/Sub, punish sex) Henry is busy building his new gaming PC, but you just woke up feeling extremely bratty and wanting his attention. Well, not you poked the bear.

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

Good Girl - Henry x OFC (ALL smut, male/Dom, punishfucking, public) Henry is at the gym testing the new Glute Drive while his longing wife drops by to visit and decides to play a little wicked game of teasing.

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

It’s On - Henry x OFC (2nd person, smut, Henry’s revenge, bondage, teasing) Henry gets revenge for being locked in the basement.

Keep your eyes open - Henry x Reader (smut Dom/Sub, mutual masturbation, facial, bodily fluids all over, mention of oral performed on a man.) 🎃 NEW 🎃 Henry makes you touch yourself while having you on a spreader.

AU MaficBoss Henry - Crystal Ship - Henry x OFC (Smut, WIP) A dangerous crime lord in England, who has everything he wants, but what really gets him off is what’s hard to get.

|Part 1|Part 2| (part two more on the bratty vibes)

Drabbles

Don’t test me pet - Henry x Reader (Suggestive)

Henry angry-fucking you on the hood of his car - Henry x reader (smut)

Henry chasing you - Henry x Reader (Smut)

Cockwarming Revenge for lusting Capt. America Henry x Reader (Smut)

Captain Syverson

Bad Girls Don’t Get to Play - Syverson x Reader (Explicit smut) You’ve been a naughty girl, Private, thirsty for the Captain’s attention while he’s busy leading the base. Time for you to learn some freakin’ respect and patience.

And basically Lines in the Sand series

Drabbles

The Captain Spanking your ass because you are a brat (spanking)

Angry back-alley sex with the Captain - Syverson x OFC (Smut, angry sex)

August Walker

The Big Bad Wolf - August x OFC ( abuse of power, rough cage fucking, hatesex, unprotected sex, hinted breeding, risky creampie, possessive behaviour. On the safe side it’s borderline dub-con.) If there is anything August enjoys it’s breaking those who resist him. Now trapped in his little cage, the little bird has no where to fly to

Daddy’s Girl - August x OFC (Explicit Smut, hatefucking) She walks around pretending she is better than him. August is going to show her who is the king around here.

Drabbles

August finding his woman snooping (Dark! Implied sex)

Nagging August at Work - August x Reader (Smut)

Distracting August with yoga August x Reader (smut)

Walter Marshall

Overprotected - Walter x OFC (Smut, maleDom, bondage sex) Walter doesn’t like his wife walking around late in a tight dress, he decides to show her who is in charge.

Discipline - Walter x OFC (Male POV, Smut, fingering, squirting MaleDom) Walter doesn’t like it when his woman is acting promiscuously.

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

Geralt of Rivia

Little Red, Big Bad - Geralt x OFC (Smut, maleDom/Fem Sub) Don’t walk alone in the woods, and sure as hell don’t play with the big bad wolf because these fangs are sharp and will bite back.

Sherlock Holmes

Means to an End - Sherlock x Reader (Smut, ass smacking with a cane) Sherlock punishes you for giving him an oral in public

Penny Dreadful - Sherlock x ofc (Smut, ass-smacking, primal play, rough-sex) Sherlock is cold, troubled and upset, his mind is fixed on cracking an unsolved murder. It’s the worst time to disturb him. But his hot-blooded little succubus wants to drag him into sin.

Drabbles

Sherlock fucking you over the pool table - Sherlock x Reader (smut)

#henry cavill #Henry cavill rpf #Henry cavill x reader #august walker #captain syverson

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bradshawssugarbaby · 4 months

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All Dressed Up - Capt. Syverson x Reader

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

pairing: Capt. Syverson x fem!reader

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

word count: 1.8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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►PAIRING: Capt. Syverson X F!Reader ►UNIVERSE: Sand Castle ►WORDS: 974 ►SUMMARY/PROMPT: You are a female solider, so naturally you're walking into a "male dominated territory." Syverson and you naturally but heads, not a fan of his abrasive ways and his lack of giving a shit for most things. In your eyes, he's unprofessional. You and him start off with this wit he brings out in you, tensions start to build. Eventually you two realize there is something there between you two, but being who you both are, this forbidden fraternization just can't happen, but over time, words are exchanged, and hot heavy moments happen. Soon you're discharged and sent home, eventually you and Syverson end up with the happy ending you both deserve but it will absolutely be trying and hard to get there. Do you have the guts to stick it through? Does he have the means to learn to control his urges? ►TRIGGER WARNINGS: Reader Angst | Syverson Smart Mouth | Reader Smart Mouth | Reader Syverson Tension | Foul Language | Sexist Comment ►NOTE: I want to thank @mrsevans90 for the inspiration to create a Syverson Series. ►IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa ►My Master Masterlist | Henry Cavill Masterlist ►Chap. 1

With a roll of your eyes as Syverson's back was turned, you shake your head and lean against a pile of sandbags. Wiping the sweat from your brow with the back of your hand you push yourself off the sandbags and follow Syverson as he heads into one of the tents.

"Don't you have someplace else to be Y/N?" He shoots you a look.

"Last time I checked... Sir, my orders were to follow you around... so here I am, like a lost fuckin puppy... Sir... following you around. So, do you have anything you want me to do?" You ask with a bite in your tone and a knitted brow.

"A lost fuckin puppy huh? Well Lost Puppy, why don't you get on all fours, tuck tail and go be useful elsewhere. I've got adult thing to do." He bit back.

If looks could kill, he'd be dead. You spin on your heel and turn to walk out.

"You're forgetting something." He states.

With a rolling of your eyes, a clench of your jaw a tightening of your fists you snarl. "Yes. Sir." You state as you walk out of the tent and off to your own and you throw your cap down on the bed and you begin to pace.

Oh you're pissed, almost beyond so. How fuckin dare he?! Shaking you're so angry you sit down, let out a loaded breath and re-read the letter from home. You miss home, you miss the comfort, and that damn air conditioning you will never complain about again after dealing with the heat here.

For the moment reading from home calms you. You're able to think and able to come down and remind yourself why you're here. Closing your eyes you let out a very soft breath. You end up reminding yourself why you're here, looking at the picture of your family, and the picture of those you consider family. Everything comes down, and it gives you that moment of calm.

But as quickly as it happened, it was quickly ruined. The moment you heard his voice you tensed, your whole body tensed. You were about ready to throw fists.

"Listen..." He went to speak but you cut him off.

"No, you fuckin listen. My orders were specifically to follow your ass around. To do what you needed done. And you come along and treat me like some sort of object. Let me make this very fuckin clear.... Sir... I'm not some object for you to objectify, I'm not some thing for you to just... Fuck you. Fuck you and fuck this whole fuckin thing." You stated finding it difficult to find your words.

Syverson looks at you and crosses his arms, at first, he was defensive, but you had a point. His jaw clenched and he looks at you. "If you can't hack it, pack your shit and go the fuck home." He stated before he walked out.

Reaching down you grabbed your helmet and threw it in his direction. Not realizing you hit the back of his head with the helmet considering you weren't really aiming, he snarled. "What the?" He looked down seeing your name on it. He growled. "Pick up your helmet Y/N. Be in my tent 20 minutes." He ordered before walking away.

He couldn't lie, he was mildly impressed, but he also just took a helmet to the back of the head, so he was a little pissed, though truly not enough to really do anything. He crossed a line, he knew it, but at the same time, he felt you needed to grow a backbone, and maybe he was right.

"You wanted to see me." Fuck his Sir, after all that, fuck him.

"Yeah, take a seat." He stated shoving the chair on the other side of the table with his boot.

Looking down you take a seat and look over at him. Waiting for him to start going off at the lips.

"Tomorrow, we have to head into the city. We have to meet with someone big about some crap. Trust me, I know just as much as I'm telling you now. I'm not gonna lie, I don't want someone who likes me with me. I'd rather have someone who hates me cover my ass than someone who likes me. Be ready, we leave at 05:00. Think you can manage... At least I know you throw a grenade, you'll hit your target." He stated with a mild compliment.

Looking over his face you clench your jaw a moment and your nostrils flair, really? A compliment... fuckin whiplash! "You just want someone to follow you around... is that me tucking my tail and finding somewhere else to be useful... or are you going to treat me like a normal person?" You asked.

"Don't push your luck. Be ready. It's going to be a bit of a hell storm if shit goes south. Also... you speak native Because I'll need someone to translate." He stated.

Finally, something where you can truly be useful. You smile a bit and nod. "Yeah, I speak Arabic... I can translate." You state kinda proud of it.

"Good, be here. 05:00. Don't be late." He states shooing you off.

Nodding you get up and start to head out of the tent. He looks at you. "Oh, one last thing Y/N... smile more. Looks good on you." he stated

Walking out of the tent after that, your emotions are kind of all over the place. You don't know how to accept not one but two compliments, one indirect, and the other direct. What the fuck...? It was a lot in an odd way. Looking back toward the tent you furrow your brow and let out a heavy breath and head to your post for the rest of the day.

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Homecoming - Chapter One

Chapter Two can be found here

(Gif’s not my own.)

Summary: The day has arrived, Captain Syverson is going home. For good, this time. He is going home to a civilian life he can hardly remember and a wife he barely knows, with memories of the war still fresh on his mind. Love might not be able to heal everything on its own, but it’s a good start.

Genres: Romance, drama.

Story warnings: Smut (always fully consensual), mentions of PTSD and nightmares and mental health, angst, hurt and comfort, fluff, mentions of war (minor), mentions of cheating (minor), mentions of pregnancy (very minor), police appearance (very minor), violence (very minor).

Notes:

It’s my first time writing for one of Henry’s characters and I’m unsure I did Sy’s character any justice.

This is a Capt. Syverson x OFC (Ada) story, written in 3rd person POV but OFC’s physical description is very limited so it could also be read as Capt. Syverson x Reader, I think.

English is not my first language, so there might be some mistakes. Proofread, but not beta’ed. We die like men and all that.

Timeline is a little wacky: The movie takes place in 2003 and the U.S. forces were withdrawn from Iraq in 2011, but I never set a precise date because I don’t think it’s essential for this story. However, some elements might not be realistic because if we set this story in 2003: Phone cameras quality was not as good as it’s now, but for the purpose of the chapters, I will need you to imagine you could film great videos with your flip phone haha. Plus, it says Sy is coming back after being deployed for more than three years which makes no sense unless we set this in 2006 or later. I am asking you disregard any time inconsistencies 

Also: I am not American. I only lived in the US for six months and it was in the Midwest, not Texas so please bear with me if I write something stupid.

Finally: This is pretty much a Christmas fic and I intend to post the last chapter (there will be seven in total) on or before Christmas. However, religion is never mentioned in this story and the Christmas-sy elements of this story are limited to family gathering, gift giving and tree decorating.

Chapter One starts after the cut. Let me know if you wish to be tagged in the new chapters.

Chapter One

Chapter warnings: Badly written smut (consensual), marriage awkwardness, alcohol consumption. Maybe OOC Sy, I don’t know. We never saw him being casual.

Sy checked his phone again as he waited for his bag by the baggage carousel. The airport was even busier than usual, it was taking ages and he was impatient to get out of there... and maybe even never set foot in an airport again for the rest of his life.

He read her text again, short and sweet. He sometimes called her that, short and sweet, just to tease her. Ada was considerably shorter than him and full of sugar, when she wanted to be, that was.

'I'm waiting by the gate for you, with a warm cinnabon :) So excited to see you again <3.'

Just then a notification popped up from Harper. It was a photo of the soldier at the airport, finally reunited with his wife and his two rugrats. It made Sy all the more excited to see Ada again, and then as if on cue, his camo bag appeared in the carousel and he groaned with relief.

He stood restless amidst the line, it seemed people in front of him were dragging their feet, but when they noticed his green beret uniform, most parted and let him through. Sy tipped his head gratefully.

His wife was there, just outside the gate. Sy spotted her instantly in the crowd of people. She was wearing a red dress under her open coat and her hair looked fresh out of the hairdresser. He caught himself grinning at the sight of her. Then, once she spotted him making his way over to her, she started waving her hand excitedly as if there was any way his eyes hadn't already landed on her. He wished he still had his phone in hand to capture this moment for all of eternity, but his memory would have to do, he decided before casting his arms open for his wife. Fuck, did he love her!

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Ada had been biting her nails nervously for the past two hours. She had arrived at the airport way too early. The parking fee would hurt but she couldn't find it in herself to care at this point.

Three weeks ago, she had received a call informing her that her husband and part of his unit had been ambushed. There had been an explosion in some building they were scouting only God knows where.

Only a full week after that did she receive a call from Sy himself. He was coming home. For good, this time. They were sending him home early, a full eight months earlier than what he had originally negotiated with his superiors. She hadn't been prepared for the news. She had spent the days following the call asking herself whether she had heard him right, making sure her mind wasn't playing tricks on her.

Now he was here, stopping right in front of her, his thick arms inviting her right in for a hug. Ada wouldn't have been able to resist the invitation even if she had wanted to. Within a second, she was enveloped in his embrace, her cheek pressed against his chest. She was overjoyed to feel his heartbeat again. Sy kisses the crown of her head before putting her down, his hands never leaving her lower back, his fingers big enough to reach the swell of her bum from there.

They pulled away a few inches to take each other in. His beard has grown a little long, but it was not enough to hide his apparent dimples as he smiled. He looked a little older too, she hadn't seen in seven months, except through a shitty quality facetime call once or twice. Her careful gaze spotted the new scar by his temple, it was the only visible physical evidence of the explosion he had been caught in. She dreaded what she might under his uniform.

Sy caught her eyes and she found herself blushing under his stare. It was always like that the first few hours when he was back, until she got used to his overwhelming presence again and to the fact that this handsome bear of a man was indeed her husband.

"You're looking good, darlin'," Sy grinned, making her spin for him. "I missed you."

Ada couldn’t resist his smile. "I missed you too, Sy." She confessed, handing him the still warm cinnamon roll in its paper bag.

He accepted the pastry with a smile and started eating it immediately but not before throwing his arm around her shoulders as they began making their way to the parking lot. Sy was eager to get her out of the crowd and have her just to him himself.

"So, what's the plan, darlin'?" Sy inquired with mischief to his voice, balling up the paper bag with his free hand and throwing it inside the trash can. "Did you book that hotel with the jacuzzi in the bedroom again?"

It had become a tradition of some sort between them. They would always spend his first night back at that hotel: they'd order some room service and eat in the jacuzzi. Though, usually, they would first end up on together on the bed.

Ada stopped suddenly in her tracks, making him still behind her. She smiled sheepishly. "Don't be mad," she started, his smile falling at once, "but your family is waiting for us in the parking lot. Your mom insisted that we celebrate your homecoming at the restaurant. Something about you missing Thanksgiving just by a couple days."

Sy groaned, thinking about the evening that now expected him. He'd been flying for God knows how many hours, all he wanted was a warm bath and Ada whichever way she'd let him have her, not a damn dinner party.

"I'm sorry, Sy."

He shook his head and leaned down to kiss her forehead again. "Don't worry, darlin'. I know it ain’t your fault."

As soon as they reached the open-air parking lot, Sy's nephew and niece start running up to him, having escaped their parents' grasp. His family was waiting for him with cheers and a 'welcome home, soldier' banner. Sy hated that kind of attention and she found it cringy as well, but she had been unable to stop his mother. Ada watched him hug the kids and lift them up into the air, making them laugh as she walked up to the machine to pay the fee.

Her hand trembled as she inserted the ticket into the slot, missing the opening a few times. She was happy - no, scratch that - she was ecstatic to have her husband back. It's just that, could you really say 'back' when there was never truly a 'before', a 'there'?

They had met when he was already deployed, but on a short leave back in Austin. They spent three weeks together, got married and he returned to Iraq. Since then, the longest stretch of time they had been together had been twenty days. Neither of them had ever gotten settled into married life and now he was 'back'. For good. Which was wonderful and foreign and overwhelming all at once.

Ada paid the fee and returned to join them, finding Sy hugging his mother. She smiled at the sight. She walked over to greet her sister-in-law and her husband, confirming that they'd meet up at the restaurant. With that, she went to the car, deciding to give Sy some more time with his family, and herself an occasion to take a few breaths and calm her buzzing heart.

"You didn't tell me my mom had gotten herself a boyfriend." Sy grumbled immediately as he sat down next to her in the car, putting on his seatbelt.

Ada turned on the engine and backed out of the spot. "I knew you wouldn't like it," she defended before casting a side glance at him. "Besides, I figured it wasn't my place to tell you."

Sy hummed noncommittally, removing his cap to rake his hand through his cropped hair.

"Though, as much as I don't exactly like your mother," Ada added quietly, "she's been on her own ever since your dad passed a couple years ago. With your father gone and you away, she must have felt lonely.”

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Sy spent the rest of the drive mulling over her words in his head. The fuck was that supposed to mean? As soon as a woman feels lonely, she takes up a boyfriend?! Was Ada lonely too while he was away and… He wanted to ask if she was implying anything but then one look at her and he decided against it. Breathing out deeply, he forces himself to relax. He was just stressed out and on edge.

It was inevitable that things would have changed while he had been away. That was something he thought about frequently late at night when he got to be alone. Still, he hoped things hadn’t changed all too much. Ada still looked just as she had on their road trip to Vegas, focused on the road but leaning back on her seat, just one hand on the wheel with a grin on her lips. His wife loved driving.

"You got your nails done." Sy commented, already hoping the whole dinner thing would be over quickly so that he could go home with her.

Ada turned to him with a chuckle for a second, wriggling her graceful fingers and red painted nails, her wedding band reflecting the light. "I wanted to look pretty for you."

Sy huffed. "You always look pretty to me, Ada," he said and then watched her scoff.

"Or maybe, I just wanted to make sure I'd be able to scratch you up nicely," she wife winked.

Yeah, this dinner thing couldn't be over fast enough.

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Ada saw him eat so much over dinner, she couldn’t help but wonder if he was going to be sick later. And, of course, the double serving of smoked ribs had to be accompanied with generous amounts of beer and whisky. She didn0t blame him, though. Out of curiosity, she once researched what they ate while on deployment and it looked anything but tasty. If she had been in his shoes, she'd have been eating her own weight in pizza and brownies right now.

It also didn’t help that his brother-in-law and his mom's new boyfriend, Phil from the hardware store, kept asking him about Baqubah and even touching on the subject of the explosion. It was obvious how uncomfortable the subject made him, his grip tightening around his knife and his jaw tensing up so tightly, she could imagine his teeth grinding.

So, Sy kept asking for refills, raising his glass, and giving them vague answers, but it seemed they didn't get the hint. At least, the subject changed when his sister interrupted the conversation to announce she was expecting again. A little girl.

Ada used the moments of cheer that followed to excuse herself from the table and go to the restroom. She was still somewhat nervous and her face was damp. She would have given anything for a glass of scotch at that moment but she was driving tonight.

Helen, Sy's mom appeared right behind her just as she was washing her hands. She hoped the woman would just disappear inside a stall but she wasn’t that lucky.

"Jack is back." Helen stated, arms crossed. A shiver ran through Ada's spine, damn she hated that woman. "For good."

Ada dried her hands with a paper towel, looking back at her mother-in-law through the mirror. "He is."

"Now's the time to prove yourself to this family and show us that Sy was right in marrying you.”

Before Ada could ask what the hell that was supposed to mean, Helen finally disappeared inside a stall. Rolling her eyes, Ada went to leave the restrooms when Helen decides to add some more venom. "Maybe a good start would be calling him by his first name, as a wife would."

°°°

"When do you start at Camp Mabry?" Ada asked, looking away from the steering wheel to glance at him for a second. Sy looked exhausted, not that she could she blame him after three different flights and a seemingly endless dinner. They had finally called it a night once the kids had started getting fussy.

"January 15th." He replied. "But they want me to stop by before then to have a look around the base and sign the contract."

"You're going to boss the hell out of the new recruits," Ada laughed, getting him to lighten up and even chuckle.

"You'd be surprised to know I'm actually a fair and considerate captain," Sy defended himself.

Next to him, Ada huffed as she tried stiffing the bubble of laughter, trying not miss the right exit off the main road.

"I just value discipline and compliance a lot," he added, his tone growing teasing.

This time, she was unable to stop her laugh. "Believe me, I know you do."

The drive was a short one to their house in the suburbs and she was soon parking her in their driveaway.

Ada fumbled with the key as she tried opening the front door, nervousness setting back in as she felt Sy standing behind her, holding his duffel bag. He followed in quickly after her, once she had finally managed to open the door.

"Welcome home, captain!" Ada cheered in her silliest tone as he discarded his bag on the floor.

Then, before she could even react, Sy was on her. His arms lifted her up, his body caging hers against the wall before capturing her lips in the most ferocious kiss she could imagine.

Out of instinct, her legs locked around his waist and her hands dug into his shoulders, unwilling to let go of him now that he was finally there. Sy grinned against her lips, amused by her fervour, not that he felt any different.

He broke off the kiss as he pulled them away from the wall, freeing a hand to shrug her coat off her shoulders. "You ain't gonna need that, darlin'," he promised, throwing the coat in the direction of the kitchen, not caring where it landed.

Then his mouth latched on to her throat, forcing a delicious moan out of his wife as he carefully manoeuvred them upstairs, still steady on his feet despite the alcohol. Sy was almost surprised when he pushed open the door to their bedroom with his foot and it didn't squeak, but that thought was fleeting as Ada started rolling her hips against his. Suddenly, nothing else mattered. Not the war, not the explosion or his guilt, only the woman in his arms.

Unceremoniously, he let her fall on the bed, the urgency now flowing through his blood keeping him from doing things the gentleman way. Ada didn't mind, giggling as she unzipped her dress and slid the red thing over her head, along with her bra. Apparently, she had decided to forego panties. Sy stood there, almost mesmerised as he watched her, suddenly not certain if he dared tainting her with his touch but Ada quickly made that decision for him as she got up on her knees.

"A little less staring and a little more undressing, captain," she purred with a smirk, her fingers determined as they made quick work of the buttons on his shirt.

"That's it, darlin'. You're in for it now," Sy roared, pulling her in for another furious kiss before pushing her back against the mattress, making her land on her back as he got undressed in record time. Fuck, was he hard.

"Open up for your captain." Sy ordered and Ada complied instantly, her legs falling open for him as she peered up at him, holding herself up on her elbows and worrying her lower lip between her teeth. "That's a good girl," he praised.

Without losing another second, Sy settled in between her legs, wrapping his strong arms around her thighs and parting them to their limits. He wanted to worship her body the way she deserved, show her exactly just how appreciative he was of her, how much he craved her, but it had been months and Sy was a starving man who had just been presented with the perfect meal.

"Fuck Sy!" Ada screamed out, her back arching off the bed the instant he licked her just where she craved him most. He chuckled against her, marvelling at how wet she already was for him.

She tried closing her legs around his head, rejoicing at the feeling of his beard rubbing against her sensitive skin and never wanting him to leave again, but his arms were too strong for her clenching thighs. She was left defenceless against his assault, with no choice but to obscenely moan her pleasure and let herself cum against his tongue as his thumb expertly massaged her clit.

The coil inside her snapped and her body tensed up before letting go just as suddenly, her now damp back falling back on the mattress. "Fuck, Sy." Ada breathed out, her chest heaving as she tried to reopen her eyes only to find her husband playfully gazing up at her, smirking with her arousal glistening on his beard. The sight alone almost made her cum again. "I'll never let you leave again!"

He smiled in response, placing a kiss on her lower stomach before crawling up her body. "I've no intention to, baby," he promised.

Ada caught a glimpse of his hard, flushed erection as his body slid over hers, realizing in her post-orgasmic haze that she was in for an even bigger treat now. She could taste herself in his mouth as they kissed, his hand slithering behind her back to seize her shoulder and hold her closer. Teasingly, he started rolling his hips, his hard clock rubbing against her slick cunt, coating himself with arousal before finally, he found his way inside her, burying his head next to hers in the pillow.

Ada whimpered as he did so, her eyes tearing up as his clock slid inside her. She had evidently grown unaccustomed to his girth and length in his absence. Sy paused immediately, his muscles tense as he looked at her with concern. “You okay?” She nodded in silence, wanting him to start moving but Sy looked unconvinced, using all his strength to keep still despite his desire to fuck her right into the mattress. Without a warning, Ada tightly wrapped her legs around his hips, making him go deeper. Sy let out a reverberating groan. “God, darlin’. I missed you.”

He started thrusting into her with such vigour, such determination it felt as if he was trying to bury himself so deep inside her, no one would ever be able to pry him away from her again. It did hurt, her cervix was getting battered with each of his hard movements but she found herself enjoying the pain because it was him; it was Sy and he was right there with her, back in her arms, and she could feel his heart beat beneath her fingertips as her hand gripped at his chest.

"Fuck, I'm... I’m," Ada gasped incoherently, her nails now scratching the skin of his back. Sy was sure there would be marks there in the morning which made him enjoy the sensation even more.

"I got you," he rasped. If possible, he pulled her even tighter to him, his pubic bone now rubbing against hers in that delicious way only he was able to do. Her slick walls were now contracting around him, her second orgasm impending. "Fuck," he groaned, his breath coming out in a stutter. "Are you...Can I...?"

Sy didn't have to word it, she knew what he meant. "Cum in me, Sy. Please," she almost begged.

Her words did it. His hips stuttered as he pushed in deep just when his orgasm washed over him, exploding inside her. His face contorted with pleasure and that sight alone had her fast tracking her fall over the figurative edge. He had his face buried on the crook of her neck, muffling his groans and moans against her skin as the dam gave way within her.

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Sy grunted against his pillow, slowly waking up the following morning. He was convinced he was just rousing after a very nice dream and he was ready to toss his alarm clock across the room, furious at the object for interrupting his dream, that for once, had been a good one. With a startle, Sy realized that no blasting alarm had woken him up but the sunlight on his face. Opening his eyes, he felt almost as if on foreign ground. He was home.

As quietly as he could manage, Sy turned around in bed, seeking his wife only to find her side empty. Just at that moment, he heard cursing coming up from the kitchen and scoffed. He’d bet his life Ada was cracking eggs, something she hated.

Feeling rested and in a much more relaxed mood than the previous day, Sy got out of bed and started searching for a pair of boxer briefs so he could go join her downstairs when he caught a sniff of himself. Fuck, did he stink. How Ada hadn’t thrown him out of bed, he didn’t know.

Out of habit, Sy hurried to the en-suite bathroom, wanting to shower as fast as possible before realizing that this time around, it was different. He wasn’t going back, he didn’t have to rush, their time together wasn’t counted. With that in mind, Sy forced himself to take his time, enjoying the act of brushing his teeth in a bathroom that smelled nice and showering with warm water. Ada had purchased his usual brands of shower gel and toothpaste, he noticed, even putting a red bow around his brand-new toothbrush by the sink. Even though he initially wanted to take his time to enjoy it, Sy still ended up rushing as he dried himself with a blue fluffy towel he didn’t recognize from his previous stay. He didn’t bother putting on anything more than his boxer briefs before heading downstairs. If he was lucky, he wouldn’t keep them on for long either.

Sy walked into one of the best sights he had even seen, when he entered the kitchen. Ada was standing in front of the stove, rhythmically tapping the black spatula against her naked thigh as she focused on the eggs and bacon she was preparing. The thin negligee - or whatever she called it, he always forgot - barely covered her ass and that outfit alone was one of the reasons he never minded that she always cracked up the heat so high, he felt like he was back under the hot desert sun.

Silent and stealthy like a predator despite his stature, Sy sneaked up on her from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling her startle before relaxing once she noticed it was him. She smelled heavenly, Sy thought, resting his chin on the top of her head. "Watcha got cooking, darlin'?"

"Obviously breakfast," she sassed, making him softly pinch her ass in response. Ada squealed and jumped up. "Good morning to you too, Sy," she said but not before slapping the handle of the spatula against his thigh. He decided to let it slide... for now.

"Morning darlin'," he answered, kissing the crown of her head before darting his fingers into the pan and picking up a piece of bacon. It was sizzling hot, but the taste was worth it. He had missed being home! Speaking of being home... "What do you say we take the food and coffee upstairs and have ourselves breakfast in bed?" His tone failed to hide his true intentions.

Ada scoffed, the back of her head rubbing on his hairy chest and she shook her head. "Nice try but I actually intend to feed you. Your mother will have my head if I let you go hungry."

It was Sy's turn to laugh, his hands now roaming her body as she leaned forward to turn off the stove, pressing her ass against his crotch and eliciting a husky groan from him. "I'm hungry enough to eat both breakfast and you, don't worry."

Ada turned around, a huge grin on her angelic face. "Alright, you win. What do you say, we have breakfast, we do the kinky and then go grocery shopping?"

Sy tried hiding his smile but it was a lost cause. He loved it when she talked like that. He loved her, point. "Yes, ma'am."

#henry cavill smut #syverson smut #henry cavill x ofc #syverson x ofc #henry cavill x reader #syverson x reader

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fics-not-tragedies · 2 years

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August song prompt drabbles

Hello folks!

I am officially back so, let's start with a bang! 💥 Song prompt drabbles! Below is a list with 19 songs: send me a number (or the title of the song) + a person you'd like me to write a fic with; bonus points if you specify what kind of fic you want me to write.

As a reminder I am writing for:

Keanu Reeves along with his following characters/movies: John Wick & the John Wick movies franchise, Constantine & the movie, Johnny Utah & Point Break, Jonathan Harker & Bram Stoker’s Dracula, Neo & The Matrix, dr Julian Mercer, Jack Traven & Speed; Riccardo Scamarcio along with: Santino D’Antonio; Andrew Hozier Byrne; Tom Hiddleston along with his following characters/movies: Sir Thomas Sharpe & Crimson Peak, Loki & Avengers/Thor, Adam & Only Lovers Left Alive, dr Robert Laing & High Rise, Jonathan Pine & The Night Manager; Henry Cavill along with his following characters/movies: Geralt of Rivia & The Witcher, Walter Marshall & Nomis, Capt. Syverson & Sand Castle, Napoleon Solo & The Man from U.N.C.L.E., August Walker & MI: Fallout; Alexander Skarsgård along with his following characters/movies: Eric Northman & True Blood, Leo Beiler & Mute, Gadi Becker & The Little Drummer Girl, sergeant Brad “Iceman” Colbert & Generation Kill; Peaky Blinders franchise along with the following characters: Thomas ‘Tommy’ Shelby, Alfie Solomons; Supernatural franchise along with the following characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, The X Files franchise along with the following characters: Dana Scully, Fox Mulder, Kiefer Sutherland along with his following characters/movies: Jack Bauer & 24, president Tom Kirkman & Designated Survivor, David & The Lost Boys, Criminal Minds franchise along with the following characters: Dr Spencer Reid

The songs are as follow:

Kill Of The Night - Gin Wigmore

Heartlines - Florence + The Machine

Zitti E Buoni - Maneskin

Dangerous Woman - Ariana Grande

Golden - Harry Styles

Stay - Thirty Seconds To Mars

Dinner & Diatribes - Hozier

Tell It To My Heart - MEDUZA ft. Hozier

Used To Be My Girl - The Last Shadow Puppets

Maneater - Nelly Furtado

Cupid - Alexandra Savior

I Want It All - Arctic Monkeys

Raise Hell - Dorothy

Oh My God - Adele

I Did Something Bad - Taylor Swift

Partition - Beyonce

Decode - Paramore

Figure It Out - Royal Blood

Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

Throw them asks! I'm waiting! 😘

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angryschnauzer · 3 years

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List 3 of your favorite fics, written by yourself, and send this to 5-10 of your favorite fic writers!❤️

I was tagged by @littlefreya. Okay, so my three faves. I’m going to stick to Henry fics.

No I In Team - Capt Syverson x reader - Smut Summary: Having been dumped, you find yourself standing in the mud and rain as a bootcamp instructor yells at you. Finally you snap, telling him your mind before storming off. Later when he appears at your room to see if you are ok, he makes sure you are fully over your ex, proving that some men are a lot better than others.

Stuck - August Walker x Reader - Smut Summary: You are August Walkers maid, and when you are changing the sheets on his massive bed your hand gets stuck between the mattress and headboard. Upon finding you in that predicament August takes control of the situation, however it doesn’t mean you get unstuck any time soon.

Superior Specimen - AU Palaeontologist Henry Cavill x Reader - Smut/Fluff Summary: One night when you are following the Archaeology tag on instagram you stumbled across a fun looking dig… and an even more interesting Paleontologist who soon follows you back. Over the following weeks you start chatting and a friendship soon grows.

And i kinda want to mention an ask i answered with a AU Priest Cavill - Forgive Me Father For I Have Sinned which is 100% blasphemous smut and i know this is a 4th fic but technically its not its only an ask...

Now to attempt to tag people; @raspberrydreamclouds @hlkwrites @twhstuckylover @connieisland @thetaoofzoe @liquorlaughslove @hope-to-hell @its--fandom--darling @princess-of-riviaa @fuckoffbard @chamomilebottom

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years

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Double-Edged Sword: Capt. Syverson x Reader (Chapter 1)

[I decided to ignore my WIPs and my URL and write something for Syverson because he is just…. a beautiful, meaty man and he deserves some more love.

To those of you who follow me for Witcher stuff only, I promise we will return shortly to the regularly scheduled programming. As for the rest of us who are thirsty for Cavill in any context… enjoy!]

Summary: As a Major in the Marine Corps, you work with other units and branches relatively often. That said, you had never really had to ask another unit for help before, so you felt pretty awkward when a mission required you to travel to a nearby Army camp and take shelter with them for the next two months. Of course, their smack-talking, free-wheeling Captain isn’t going to make it any easier on you, either.

Word Count: 5k (oh jesus christ)

Rating: E

(warning for dub con and people being sexist assholes, cause yknow, it’s the military. contains lots of angst and bickering and arguing, and of course, smut.)

“Listen, I’m not going to stand here and pretend I’m Ms. Popular,” you sighed, “but hopefully you all can appreciate that I look out for all of you.”

No one said anything, because they were standing at attention at their cots.

“At ease,” you added, and they all relaxed a bit, “but keep quiet so I can finish.”

A few sat on their beds but most still seemed to be paying attention.

“When it’s just us Marines, I don’t mind much whatever you call me when I’m not around. Or when I’m around. But once we get where we’re going tomorrow, we’re shacking up with the Army. And as much as I want everyone to get along, I’m not sure how likely that is. Anyways, what I’m trying to say is… right now it may be me versus you, but soon it’s going to be us versus them, Marines versus Army. And us Marines need to stick together. Does that make sense?”

There were a few nods, but you weren’t sure they were getting it.

“Alright, allow me to be a bit more literal. Don’t tell the other soldiers that I’m a bitch,” you requested. There were some scattered chuckles. “I know it probably seems fine since you say it to each other but I need you guys to help me get their respect. I’m not saying to go in there and tell every Army nimrod that I’m everybody’s favorite officer. Just… don’t let them see any cracks they could exploit. Because I have to start ordering these guys around and I’m already batting a thousand.”

“Seems reasonable,” Private Cole replied, and most of the others agreed. You smiled and left them alone to have a somewhat relaxing night before they had to ship out.

“I don’t want this to be Marines versus Army,” you told Captain Syverson the next day when you met with him for the first time. Of course, that was what you had told your own unit would happen, but he didn’t know that. “I’m sure you know that this is an officer versus enlisted issue. And us officers should stick together.”

He was smiling back at you from across the table, but it didn’t seem that friendly.

“I don’t see why there’s any ‘versus’ at all. You and your unit are guests here. We get this project over with and you’re out,” he shrugged.

“Maybe you haven’t had much issue getting control of your soldiers. But it took me a while to get mine to trust me, and now I have to go in blind and command your unit. So I hope you’re on my side,” you explained.

He went from smiling in an unhappy way, to laughing in an unfunny way. You regretted the way you had approached this conversation.

“Sounds like you’re not a good leader, if it was so much trouble for you,” he scoffed. “Maybe you should work on that.”

You didn’t get angry very often, but this was the closest you’d been in a while. You understood his distrust, even a little duplicity was merited. To just outright insult you to your face was, of course, hurtful, but mainly just stupid. You’d always known Army guys were total morons, but this was just ridiculous. What could he gain from going against you?

“How many years until you get promoted?” you asked him suddenly, standing up from your chair.

“About two and a half,” he responded.

“Well, if in two and a half years we’re both still alive, and I’m not already a lieutenant colonel, call me and we’ll talk about who’s in charge. Until then, back off,” you huffed, and turned to walk away. You yelped when he grabbed you by the arm and pulled you back.

“You’re on my base,” he reminded you sternly.

“And we’ll try to be respectful while we’re here, regardless of how we’re being treated,” you grimaced, wrenching your arm out of his grasp.

“You’ll try to be respectful? On my base?! How generous,“ he scoffed. "You can’t just show up and start running things.”

“I have no desire to micromanage your little sandhut, Captain. I don’t give half a fuck what goes on in here. What I do have is the final call on any decision made in this mission,” you explained.

“On whose authority?” he pressed. You laughed.

“Cap, somewhere in your desk there’s a little piece of paper– it’s got a lot of pretty gold and silver stars on it– and it explains how commanding authority is ranked in every branch of the United States military. Feel free to go and check me on this, but I’m pretty sure that ‘Captain’ is here,” you motioned in the air, “and ‘Major’ is here,” you moved your hand up an inch.

“Well, sweetheart, there’s a sign outside the front of this base that says ‘Army’ on it, and a little sticker on your chest,” he poked it, and you couldn’t decide if you hated the physical contact or the deriding pet name more, “that says USMC.”

“Rank is rank,” you argued.

“So if you’ve got a doctorate in physics and I’ve got a master’s in English, you have the right to lecture me about fuckin’ Grapes of Wrath or whatever?”

“My doctorate is in American History,” you frowned. He laughed in frustration.

“Only a Jarhead could miss the point that hard,” he groaned, “and find a way to brag in the process.”

“Call your superior,” you growled, “who is notably a Major, and ask him who has authority on this base while we’re here.”

You stormed out before you could hear his reply.

When the time came, the two of you discussed how you would approach the mission behind closed doors. Not like it was fun or anything, but you managed to stay off each other’s throats for a while and agree on a few things. It was nice enough that you actually let your guard down, so much so that you were totally blindsided when he waited until you were in front of the entire company to disagree with you.

“That’ll never work,” he suddenly interrupted as you explained the plan, “we’ll divide and conquer.”

You looked at him with confusion.

“That’s not what we discussed before,” you reminded him.

“I changed my mind,” he shrugged.

“Well, I didn’t. So we’ll do it my way.”

“My men, my rules,” he growled, stepping closer to you.

“Half these people,” you corrected, since a few of your unit were women, “are mine, and you’re below me.”

“Fuck you,” he said casually, smiling while he did it.

“You couldn’t handle it,” you spat back.

A few of the enlisted ‘ooooh’ed but for the most part it was very, very quiet.

Finally, Captain Syverson silently turned on his heel and walked away, looking exasperated.

“Looks like the Captain is going to take a little break,” you smiled with fake enthusiasm, turning back to the company, “and I’ll keep explaining this mission to you all.”

“If Captain Syverson doesn’t approve it, we’re not doing it,” one of the Army kids announced. Your Marines were notably silent, but the rest of the Captain’s unit nodded in agreement.

“I’ve got a word for you, boys. It starts with ‘N’ and ends with ‘subordination,’” you frowned. They all groaned.

“It’s not insubordination because you’re not in charge of us!”

“Manage your own people, Jarhead!”

You uncrossed your arms and let your voice get a little louder. “Hey, hey, settle down!”

It mostly worked, but everyone seemed pretty displeased.

“Captain Syverson and I had a discussion with our superiors and it was concluded that I am highest ranking and I get the final call on every tactical decision,” you explained.

“That’s not what he told us,” one of the Army boys chuckled.

You tried not to seethe in front of them, you tried to keep it professional, but how were you supposed to work in these conditions?

“As you were,” you resigned through your teeth, storming off to where the Captain had gone. You found him in his quarters, relaxing on a sofa; you nearly kicked the door in to talk to him.

“What the fuck was that?!” you exclaimed.

“I changed my mind,” he repeated calmly.

“You’re such a fucking asshole,” you growled, shoving him where he sat. He stood up, clearly agitated.

“Get your hands off me, lady.”

“Major,” you corrected through your teeth.

“Only Major you are to me is a major waste of my fucking time,” he replied.

“Take it up with the Department of Defense, they’re the ones who gave me the title,” you defended.

“You know, lately I’ve been having issues with a lot of their decisions. I’m still trying to figure out why the fuck we’re doing this anyways.”

“The mission?” you asked.

“The war,” he corrected.

“Ah,” you nodded, looking around nervously. You were more comfortable with the arguing than the awkward silence.

“Whatever,” he scoffed, crossing his arms and slumping his shoulders.

“Go tell your unit the plan- our plan. Better yet, tell them they answer to me,” you demanded.

“I couldn’t have made it any more obvious that I’m not gonna do what you tell me,” he frowned, crossing his arms.

“Will you at least cooperate with me enough to get this mission over with?”

He thought about that for a minute, and you tried not to lose your patience.

“Hmm… no,” he decided finally.

“Then will you shut the fuck up and stay out of my way?” you suggested instead.

He stepped up to you until he was uncomfortably close, and you had to crane your neck to meet his gaze. He had these really bright blue eyes and they didn’t fit with the rest of his face, which was significantly angrier and grittier.

“Not a chance,” he answered. But his voice had lost the intimidating tone, and his expression had changed at some point without you noticing… he looked sort of calm, considering the situation, and you realized that he was examining your face.

“You know,” he said suddenly, “you’d be pretty if you weren’t so…” he trailed off.

“Mean?” you finished, having heard this sort of comment more than a few times.

“No, it’s not that. The mean thing is sorta hot,” he corrected casually as if it were nothing to say. You bit your lip and broke the eye contact, trying not to blush. It was a good thing you didn’t find him attractive- because of course you didn’t, him being this dirty brute and all- but still, it was uncomfortable.

“You’d be pretty,” he decided, “if you weren’t a Marine.”

You laughed and shook your head incredulously.

“Yeah, well, maybe you’d be pretty if you shaved that raccoon off your face,” you suggested, “and took a shower.”

You smiled as you left the room.

You delayed the mission briefing a day, to give you and the Captain more time to hopefully come to some decision, and you hoped it wouldn’t mean you and your unit had to stay at this camp even just one day longer. You met with your Marines privately, and they were sympathetic but seemed to be getting along with the other soldiers enough to sympathize with their unwillingness to cooperate. One soldier said he would only listen to you and not ‘Sy’ as they called him, but you told them to always listen to their commanding officer even if he’s a complete tool.

You were walking back to your quarters for the night when you passed by an open tent, a half-dozen Army boys inside playing cards.

“Hey Major, what size bra do you wear?” a soldier hollered at you, and the others snickered.

“I think they’re bigger than they look in that uniform,” another added. “Double ‘D’s, at least.”

You stopped and decided to address them, unable to let a comment like that go.

“Oh I’ve got double ‘D’s alright,” you smirked. “Dishonorable Discharge.”

“Aw, we’re just messing around,” the first dismissed with a frown. “Can’t you take a joke?”

“I can take a joke, but I can take your job, too. Maybe stay on my good side.” You winked, just to keep it playful, but you were really screwed either way. You’d tried playing along with jokes before and all it did was make you seem like some creep and/or slut who liked getting hit on (was this even what that was?) by subordinates. But getting stern didn’t seem to make you any friends, either. That’s why you were so comfortable with not having any friends.

“Your good side? You mean from the back?” one of them murmured, and you wondered if he was trying to be just loud enough for you to hear, or just quiet enough for you not to.

“Dude, she’s probably a dyke anyway,” Private Lipowitz responded.

“Am I supposed to find that insulting?” you asked him. He smirked, as did the others, as if it was obvious that you should, but nobody said anything. “Maybe I am a dyke. And maybe I could give your girl back home more pleasure in five minutes than you’ve given any woman in your whole life combined, eh Lipowitz?”

“You better not talk about my girl, Major,” he challenged, standing up and puffing up his chest. “I know you’re not supposed to hit chicks or anything, but seriously, I’ll take out anybody who talks about my girl.” You decided not to point out that you’re not supposed to hit your commanding officer, ‘chick’ or otherwise.

“Then you better start with your boys first,” you responded, motioning to a few of the other soldiers, “because word on the street is they found those saucy little pictures she sent you.”

Lipowitz turned to the other men with wide eyes, and suddenly you were the only one smiling. Enlisted seem to talk so much more and so much louder than they realize.

“What the fuck?” he exclaimed, dashing to his pack, presumably searching for those photos. When he didn’t find them, he stood up and pushed Private Mason back by the shoulders.

“Where are those fucking pictures, dude?”

“I don’t have ‘em, I swear,” Mason defended, but all the other guys were laughing.

“Seriously, guys, whoever has them, just give them back!”

“You’re not going to want them back in the state they’re in,” another finally admitted, “trust me.”

They all burst into laughter as Lipowitz went on a rampage, yelling and kicking and threatening to beat up the other guys. You took the commotion as a good opportunity to sneak away mostly unnoticed and get back to your quarters for the night.

You weren’t there very long before you decided to spend some time in your temporary office instead. You had taken your hair out of the tight regulation bun, intending to change into pajamas and go to sleep, but you remembered some paperwork that needed to be done by tomorrow night and decided to make some progress on it, since the Captain got in the way of your productivity during the day.

Of course, you weren’t an hour into it when he knocked on your door, though you didn’t know it was him until you told him to come in without looking up from your files.

He entered but stopped and didn’t say anything.

“Can I help you?” you asked eventually.

“You look different with your hair down,” he observed, and you looked back at him with a confused expression.

“Yes, I’d figure so,” you replied.

“You sleep in your uniform?” he asked, noticing that you were still in your fatigues, though you’d shed the camo long sleeve and just had on the green undershirt.

“Do I look like I’m sleeping?” you asked incredulously, looking back to your papers. He snorted but didn’t say anything. "Besides, I don’t think you’re ever in uniform.“

"Not when I don’t have to be,” he shrugged. “I’m not sure why you wear it when you don’t have to.”

“I barely get taken seriously with it on, so it’s the least I can do,” you explained.

“About that…” he began, and you looked up in surprise. “I’m sorry they give you such a hard time.”

“Oh, I see,” you nodded, getting up from your chair to put some papers in your filing cabinet, “you talked to them and heard some of the awful shit they call me.”

He didn’t say anything.

“Well, you only have yourself to blame for that. You had plenty of chances to instill respect for authority but you decided it would be more fun, I suppose, to go rogue and turn everyone against me,” you bit back with sarcastic cheeriness.

“Shit, I’m actually trying to be nice to you, and you’re still impossible. You’re such a fuckin’ brat,” he nearly yelled. You felt like the word ‘brat’ specifically targeted the fact that you were younger than him, which you didn’t appreciate at all- you would rather be judged on your merits, even if the judgment was poor, than be treated differently just because you were young.

“I’m in charge of you,” you corrected, “and you’re refusing to listen to me. So, if anything, you’re the brat.”

“What I would give to put you in your place right now,” he growled to himself.

“Oh, my place? And what place is that?”

“Bent over my desk and getting your brains fucked out,” he answered with a deep voice.

A lot of guys probably fantasized about rough sex (or worse) as a means of revenge against you for all those extra push-ups and boot camp humiliations– a few had even made comments about it, though most hadn’t realized you could hear them at the time. You’d learned quickly how to not let that stuff get to you. But this got to you… and not in the way you prepared for. Your face burned and your gut sank and your insides throbbed, as if out of nowhere.

“I figured you liked your women without brains,” you quipped in reply, trying not to show any signs of weakness.

He dashed to close the space between you, pressing you back against the wall. He was so big, and he smelled like sweat and beer and pine. You were surprised, and confused, but you didn’t worry that he would hurt you, for some reason.

“Seems I like my women with a mouth on ‘em, because every time you make some little comment like that, I swear I get harder than steel.”

He pushed his hips into you and yep, there it was. Your breaths began to stutter but you didn’t want him to see how much this affected you.

“Just wish you put that mouth to better use,” he added with a devilish grin.

“You’d better get back,” you threatened, without actually mentioning any potential consequences.

“Don’t pretend you don’t want me,” he purred, and leaned down to speak against your ear. “You’ve thought about it, haven’t you? I can tell you’re getting turned on when we argue, too.”

“You’re confusing arousal with irritation, Captain.”

“Mmm, I like when you call me that. I assume the intention is condescending, cause you just have to remind me that you outrank me, but I like it anyway,” he presumed.

“It’s the proper way to address another soldier, nothing condescending about it. You know, I actually don’t have any problem with your rank. Or your branch. My problem is with your personality,” you corrected.

“That’s fair. I have a big personality,” he smirked, and pressed his erection harder against you… it felt pretty big but you couldn’t get a good impression through your fatigues.

“Well, that might explain your ego,” you murmured.

“Just tell me you don’t want it and I’ll leave you be, we’ll go back to bickering an’ shit,” he offered. “Just look at me,” he prompted, putting a finger under your chin and guiding you to look up at him, “and tell me you don’t want it.”

As you met his gaze, you let yourself really get a closer look than you had before. It had always been obvious that he was good-looking, but right now he looked oddly gentle considering the circumstances. The look in his eyes lacked the confidence you were expecting… as if he really didn’t know if you wanted him or not. As if he really wanted you to want him. As if he really wanted you. And it had been a long time since someone had looked at you like that.

“Fuck it,” you growled and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. His beard rubbed against your face but it wasn’t as scratchy as you’d imagined- not that you had imagined this or anything.

He inhaled through his nose and stepped back, pulling you with him and putting a hand on your hair and the other on your hip.

“Looks like you’ll have to settle for bending me over my desk,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Not gonna bend you over anything yet,” he replied, putting his hands on your butt and lifting you up until you were straddling him in the air.

He walked with you wrapped around him until he could set you down on the desk, and his hands felt so damn big on the small of your waist.

He pulled back so he could pull your shirt over your head, and he took off his own while you slipped off your sports bra. You both took a moment to stare at each other’s toplessness, a silent acknowledgement that you’d both been wondering about the other’s body. You ran your hands up and down his chest, and he just looked at you while you did it with a difficult-to-read expression. Of course you were familiar with muscle, you saw shirtless soldiers all the time and they were all in great shape, but this guy was just enormous. His shoulders dwarfed you and with him so close you felt uncharacteristically small.

He didn’t say anything as he pulled you into another kiss, and this one was a bit gentler than the last. You felt giddy and nervous and so desperate for him; you couldn’t remember the last time you felt like this, honestly.

His hands trailed down your back and you slid off the desk until you were standing. He spun you around and pushed you down between your shoulder blades until you were face down on the desk, the cold wood making your skin break out in goosebumps.

He reached around your hips to open your button and fly, pushing your pants and underwear down to your knees. You gasped a bit when you felt the air hit your skin.

“Oh shit, you’re wet already,” he noticed. “Really wet.”

His fingers slipped through your folds and you tried to spread your legs but the pants got in the way.

“Just fuck me,” you demanded.

“All you know how to do is give orders, huh?” he laughed.

“This might be my first order you actually follow,” you considered, hearing him unzip the fly of his jeans.

“I don’t have any condoms,” he explained, “it’s an all-male unit, after all.”

Internally, you wanted to point out that being in an all-male unit doesn’t stop plenty of soldiers from getting it on, and that he shouldn’t be hooking up with anyone in his unit regardless of gender, but you realized this was not the time for explaining rules.

“Don’t need them,” you replied, “as long as you promise you don’t have anything I can catch.”

“You’re being so reckless,” he teased as his hands ran along your back and grabbed your ass, “it’s so unlike you. What happened to that stubborn little rule-follower, hm?”

“She got really fucking horny,” you growled, “now get inside me, damn it.”

And without much warning, without any preparation, he slammed himself into you all at once.

“Oh fuck!” you cried out, much louder than you meant to. He was big, really fucking big, and your walls struggled to fit him. He didn’t slow down though, instantly setting a fast and brutal pace.

“Not so loud, sweetheart. Not that I don’t love you screamin’ for me. But if the other guys found out we were doing this…” he trailed off. “Actually, I bet I’d be the most popular officer at camp if they knew we were doin’ this.”

“You already are,” you pointed out, struggling to focus on forming sentences. “And we’d both get in a lot of trouble– ah, god– if anybody reported it.”

“You’re right. Better keep you quiet, then,” he sighed, leaning forward and stuffing two fingers into your mouth. Your moans became sputters and chokes yet you eagerly sucked on his fingers and took them all the way down your throat.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he growled. “If you’d deepthroated my fingers like that when we first met, I bet we’d have gotten along a lot better.”

That’s not really the way I do business, you wanted to respond, but you couldn’t say much when you were busy with the task at hand.

His fingers pulled out and you felt his hands wrap around your elbows. He grabbed your arms and held them back as he slammed into you so hard that the desk scraped across the floor with every movement.

“So tight,” he observed. “Bet no one’s done this to you in a long time. Bet what you always needed was a good fuck to loosen you up– literally.”

He landed a hard slap against your ass and you moaned.

“Oh, you like that? You like it when I hit you?”

“Yes,” you answered through bared teeth.

“Dirty little slut,” he said, but the way he said it sounded more like a compliment than an insult.

He spanked you again, just a bit harder, and you yelped but found yourself pushing your hips into him and arching your back as an invitation for more. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer, pressing as deep inside you as was physically possible and grinding against you. You sobbed and he grabbed you by the hair, pulling you up until his chest was against your back.

“Anybody ever been this deep inside you before?” he asked, his lips right against your ear.

“No,” you whimpered.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your neck down to your shoulder. You weren’t sure how to feel about him calling you ‘baby.’

He let go of your hair but kept you close to him by wrapping his arms around you as he started to thrust again. It was oddly intimate, and your head fell back onto his shoulder as you moaned and sighed and whimpered.

Calloused hands began to grab at your breasts, teasing and pinching your nipples; you hadn’t realized how sensitive you were there, because it sent sensation shooting straight down to your inner walls.

“I’m close,” you gritted out.

“That was quick. You’re easy to please,” he replied, and you could hear the grin in his voice.

“Just don’t stop,” you pleaded. He pushed you back down onto the desk and began to pick up the pace.

“Oh, I won’t stop, I promise you that.” His voice sounded different than normal- deeper and scratchier and oddly weak in a way. You liked the idea that this had such an effect on him.

His thrusts slammed into you so hard and fast that you were sure you’d have bruises from it, and probably on your thighs where they were hitting the edge of the desk. For some reason, that thought was what sent you over the edge.

“Ca-captain!” you cried out as you came, and he growled a bit against your ear. You figured he thought you were calling him that as some sort of sexy nickname, a flash of authority, but it’s just the only thing you could think to call him, the only thing you’d ever really called him.

He, on the other hand, responded with your first name, even though you’d never gone by it and never even told it to him, mixed in with his grunts and moans as he pulled out and came all over your back.

It was strange to go from so much noise– skin hitting skin, moans and yelps, the desk screeching on the concrete floor– to just heavy breathing and the sound of the ceiling fan spinning above you. Or maybe it was you that was spinning; you felt sort of dizzy and numb.

He leaned away from you until you couldn’t feel his touch anywhere, and you heard him zip up his jeans. You awkwardly lifted yourself off the desk, pulling up your own underwear and pants as well, and looking around for something to wipe yourself off with.

“Did you come?” he asked, and you felt shame and fear and anger bubble up inside you. This had been a really, really bad idea, and both of you could lose your jobs over it, or worse. And he was such an asshole and you were supposed to be setting a good example for the women in your unit and here you were with some Army dumbass’ cum all over you and he didn’t even have the courtesy to make sure you’d finished before he did… what a joke.

“Oh, I came alright– came to my fucking senses. Get out of my office,” you barked.

He laughed like he saw all this coming.

“Your office? It’s my base. Everything here is mine. Even that jizz you’ve got on ya,” he grimaced. “Kickin’ me out before it’s even gone cold. You’re a real ray of sunshine as always, Major.”

“That’s the first time you’ve called me Major,” you realized. “Let’s make that the only thing done tonight that we turn into a habit, alright?”

He shrugged and turned to leave, but of course, he had to have the last word. “You can fuck the ice queen but you can’t melt her, I guess.”

“Is that what this was? Some sort of sexual scavenger hunt, to prove you were macho enough to get the prude to spread her legs?”

“Well, it worked didn’t it?” he grinned.

“I said get out,” you reminded him, hoping he’d leave before you started crying. He did.

You didn’t cry very often, not something you had the luxury of doing after a decade at war. And you still didn’t let yourself do it for very long, because you were morally opposed to crying over boys.

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