Summary: While playing cowboy with the boys Sy says a phrase that he immediately regrets.
Pairing: Syverson x reader
Word Count: 324
Warnings: None really expect there’s a swear word innocently said by a toddler.
A/N: This drabble was brought to you by the picture below lol. Kids sometimes say bad words especially if they hear a parent/guardian say them. I know mine have lol. Please don’t @ me, it’s fiction.
Also you gotta have this look in mind when you read it.
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Four Syverson boys. Four, six, seven and thirty seven. The youngest perched on his fathers back, happily bouncing about as his “horsey” galloped him through the living room.
“Yee haw!” Your middle son shouted, his voice surrounded by laughter as he rode his stick pony.
Loud pops echoed into the kitchen from the six and seven year olds pop gu ns. You shook your head, and rubbed your swollen belly. “Oh little girl, enjoy your quiet time while you can.”
Your oldest shouted, “you’ll never catch me!” As he popped another shot while escaping the living room into a bedroom down the hall.
“This way Danny! He’s getting away!” You chuckle at the way your second born calls for his brother. The steady sound of Sy’s hands and knees on the carpet increase as he makes it across your large living room to the hall.
“Wets go! Giddy up!” You step out to see Danny’s little feet spurring Sy in the ribs as he clutches a handful of his red t-shirt.
“Yippee ki yay!” The six year old called halfway down the hall.
Knowing Sy as well as you did you knew what was coming before the words came from him. By the time thought of the words to stop him it was too late; he’d already said it.
“Jacob Ryan Syverson!” A pause as your oldest poked his head out of his doorway. “Senior!” The younger relaxed.
The pony hung its head in shame. Under his breath he uttered another four letter word, “aw, shit.”
“Go on. Y’all keep playing. It’s already out there now! Boys don’t repeat that, please!”
The timer went off for the cookies baking in the oven as you went back into the kitchen. You missed your youngest as he leaned over his father’s shoulder and whispered, “Daddy? Was a mudder pucker?”
Although you did hear Sy’s roar of laughter as he fell belly first onto the floor. “Oh, boy.”
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August Walker + Captain Syverson + Henry Cavill + Walter Marshall
At Last 🔥💫
The one where August is your bodyguard and neither of you are too happy about it.
Warnings: smut, bodyguard!august, somewhat bratty!reader, semi-public sex, daddy kink, oral sex (f), fingering, pussy slapping, cursing, edging, begging, p in v, degradation, choking, name-calling, hair-pulling, squirting, slight cumplay, anal play, anal sex, threats of double and triple penetration
Something Just Like This 🔥
The one where August figures out what happened to you.
Warnings: smut, some angst, pregnancy, breastfeeding kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, unprotected sex
a higher place 🔥
The one where a misunderstanding leads you into where you belong: August's arms.
Warnings: jealousy, misunderstandings, crude language, possessiveness, kind of knife play, dub!con if you squint (since reader is so willing), kind of public play? (they’re in a bar, but there’s no one else around), daddy kink, spanking, orgasm control, unprotected sex (don’t do it!), creampie.
Everything About You 🔥
The one where he’s surprised to find out what has been your companion while he was away
Warnings: smut, captain kink, slight obedience kink, use of sex toys, threat of orgasm denial, masturbation (f), threat of overstimulation, cockwarming, mention of double penetration
My Mistakes 🔥💫
The one where Henry Cavill was your married professor and he appears on your door one night after his life falls apart.
Warnings: smut, no actual cheating in Henry’s end (althought that’s open for consideration), professor-student relationship (the student’s supposed to be in the process of achieving a PhD), dirty talk (hello, it’s me), sir kink, praise kink, actually quite a lot of fluff because these two are idiots in love
Burn 🔥
The one where Henry’s blindfolded.
Warnings: p in v, oral (f), curse words, one mention of daddy! kink, unprotected sex (I don’t recommend it), restraints and blindfolds. Also, the reader is trying to be a dom in this one, but she’s pretty soft.
Black and White 🔥💫
The one where Henry is a vampire and he’s been trying to keep you safe by distancing himself.
Warnings: vampire!Henry AU, blood, smut
S.O.S. 🔥💫
The one where Henry works for your father so you come up with a plan.
The one where Henry comes over to fix your computer
Warnings: reader is a henry fan, pandemic theme, lockdown and quarentine-ing, little bit of second-hand embarrassment?, heatwave, henry is feeling deprived in this one, oral sex (f), masturbation (f), dirty talk, brief hairpulling, the name of God in vain, Henry’s monster dick, laughing and teasing while fucking, hand over throat but no actual choking, orgasm control, p in v, unprotected sex
friendzone - chris evans x reader x henry cavill smut/angst
When Chris breaks your heart, you’re glad that you have work to occupy your mind. But when he finds a way to insert himself in the project you’re directing, there’s more that he can ruin than your peace of mind - like your blooming relationship with the main actor, one Henry Cavill himself.
Warnings: smut, angst, betrayal of trust
don't - manager!henry cavill smut
The one where Henry is your much older manager, but that doesn’t stop you from falling for him.
Summary: The towns annual Christmas tree lighting shines a light on an unexpected stranger.
Pairing: Syverson x reader
Word Count: 930
Warnings: Fluff!
A/N: For the lovely @winter2112rose 12 + 1 Christmas Stories writing challenge! Day 1 prompt: Christmas Tree/Decorations. Sorry it took so long to post this!! Kept hitting snags. It’s 9 pm here so it’s still technically day one lol!
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It was always a bit warm in our small town in Texas for the holidays; Christmas time was no different. It would cool down at dusk, but never enough to snow. Truthfully, in the four years I’ve lived here I have yet to see it snow.
This year for the town's annual tree lighting our Mayor, otherwise known as the entire town's adopted grandfather Roy, had the idea to blast fake snow over the tree. To really give it that Hallmark moviesque Christmas aesthetic. It actually turned out to be a pretty good idea despite some negative Nancys on the town council.
In the middle of our square, kids of ages were laughing and playing together in the chunky white snowfall. I walked toward the table setup for hot chocolate, coffee and cookies. I overheard Roy talking to his wife Shirley.
“The snow sure was a great idea, Pop.” She was so proud of her husband, proud of us all really. That’s what most people would say.
“Oh, yes! Really outdid myself with this one!”
Shirley looked as if an elf had decorated her along with the tree. Blinking ornaments around her neck, and jingle bells on her wrists. Santa hats decorated her ears, with light up antlers that would make Rudolf green with envy. Roy had gotten away with donning his usual cowboy hat. Although I’m sure the holly sprigs in the band were her idea.
I watched them before pouring myself a cup of coffee. Four years ago I moved here with nothing but a car full of clothes, and bad memories. These two took the time to get to know me, help me get a job and a better home. They were family now. They had four kids, seven grandkids and 2 great grands.
After all the time they’d known each other, they were still head over heels for each other. I went back to my coffee when Roy stepped away to help move some tables around.
“Gram, you look enchanting!” I heard a deep voice I didn’t recognize, “Dickens would be proud! Hey! Pops! Settle down now, before you hurt yourself there.” Looking up after hearing Shirley’s laugh, I see a man helping Roy down from the back of a neighbor's truck, only getting a glimpse of his features before he turned around.
Roy patted his arm and brought him in for a bear hug as soon he’d gotten to the ground. A few guys from town, probably friends of the stranger, walked up as Roy explained that he needed to get to the tree to make his announcements before the lighting.
I’d never seen this man before. He’s tall, rugged, broad as a river and of course now he has his back to me. Ball cap over his head, the thin flannel shirt that was pleading with his shoulders, tucked into his jeans. His jeans, wow.
Before I’d realized how distracted I was, the coffee I was pouring had no place else to go.
“Shit!” Spilling some onto my fingers I managed to sit the cup down instead of dropping it. Grabbing a towel Shirley put the pot back on the warmer for me.
“Oh sweetheart! Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m ok.” My eyes flicked around to see who saw me, and see if he’d seen. “A little embarrassed now.” I mutter.
“Darlin’ no! No need for that now!” Shirley was undoubtedly the kindest woman I’d ever met.
“May I?” A deep, smooth southern timber broke my thoughts. I looked to my right, there he was. My breath caught. Behind him the lights of the tree flickered to life casting a brilliant light over everything. The town began to cheer and I was lost. Lost in this handsome stranger's eyes.
He was every bit as large as I thought he’d be. Full, dark beard, blue eyes and the perfect nose. Can a nose be perfect? I’d never wondered that before. the lights shone behind him, giving him almost an ethereal glow.
Did I nod? I must have nodded because he was moving the towel away from my hand, inspecting my fingers closely. I didn’t want to look away. I almost couldn’t tear my eyes away from his perfect features. He sucked in his bottom lip as he touched my palm.
“That hurt?” I shook my head slightly before he looked up at me. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and I may have fainted had it not been for him holding my hand. “Hey Gram, would you hand me a bottle of water that's not cold.”
He never looked away from me. Not once. “Names Sy, by the way. I’m gonna take real good care of you, I promise.”
Sy. Wait, Sy was, “ You’re their grandson in the Army?”
“I am.” He took the water from Shirley’s hand. “This might sting a bit, but it’ll feel better soon.”
Waiting a few minutes after pouring the water over my hand he asked if I was alright.
“I think I’m ok.” My fingers were red but nothing was badly hurt.
Sy stayed by my side the rest of the evening. Turns out that was his first day back home after two extended tours. No matter who came up to greet him, he sat right by me the whole time, occasionally checking on my hand.
I tried to tell him he could leave, that I was fine. He responded with a smile, “If it's alright with you I’d like to stay. I kinda like it here.”
I blushed. Of course it was.
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Tag list: (As always if you want on or off please let me know!)
The one where he's surprised to find out what has been your companion while he was away
Warnings: smut, captain kink, slight obedience kink, use of sex toys, threat of orgasm denial, masturbation (f), threat of overstimulation, cockwarming, mention of double penetration
Word count: 1.3k
A/N: This is for a request I got a few weeks ago ✨ Can’t believe I managed to finish it so quickly, what a miracle 🙌 Thanks to my ride or die, @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for checking this over for me! You know I love you!
Y/N’s P.O.V.
I knew he was about to walk through those doors anytime now. I was prepared - waxed, hydrated, even ate properly for the last two days, knowing how my man could get whenever he got home after a long deployment. Only problem was that the longer it took for him to get home, the hornier I got.
I hadn’t touched myself for the last week, waiting for him to arrive, knowing that my first orgasm with him would be that much more powerful and that he would appreciate that. Maybe I’d even get to squirt again - something he’d only been able to make me do once, and had been dying to achieve again ever since.
But now that it was past eight and he was supposed to be home by six, I was fidgety. I should have gotten at least four orgasms already. I was not known for my patience, and having to stretch it for longer than I anticipated was making me anxious.
So really, was it any surprise that when Sy walked into our bedroom, it was to find the dildo version of his cock buried deep inside of me, while I whined and moaned, desperate for a release?
“I was hoping you’d be waiting for me by the door, sweetheart,” was the amused comment he threw my way as his eyes darted between the toy I slowly pumped in and out of me and my fucked-out gaze, taking in the entire debauched picture.
“I was hoping you’d be here by six, like you said you would,” was my retort, but its delivery was definitely softened by the wanton moan I released by the end of it, having managed to finally locate that sweet spot that Sy seemed to have memorized by now.
“Flight took off later, couldn’t ring you to warn ya. Doesn’t seem like you’re very concerned about it, though. What you got there, hun?” The way he licked his lips at the wet sounds the fake cock made as it dragged against my walls didn’t escape me, and I shivered in anticipation when I saw his hands drop to his belt, making quick work of getting himself rid of it.
“Remember that time I asked you to make a mold of your dick?” It had been a gag gift from a friend, one that didn’t particularly make me laugh as it came with a comment of how I should make everyone a favor and give them each a mold of my husband’s dick. I don’t think they got just how possessive I was of my man and his junk, but right now, I really didn’t mind the comment, as I managed to hit that sweet spot once again, making my things tremble in desperation.
“Yes…” His tone was amused as he seemed to catch on to what was happening. Still, he wanted to hear me say it - that much was obvious. And who was I to deny my husband, especially since I needed him so badly?
“So…” I panted, never stopping my movements as I watched him watch me. “It was for a kit to create your own toy. This way, I managed to still be fucked by you even while you’re away.”
His smile told me he was somewhat flattered that my arousal was connected to him even when he wasn’t around, but I knew him enough by now to know that it wasn’t the end of it.
“Oh, fuck,” I cursed, feeling my high approach, but I knew that now that he was here, I wouldn’t reach bliss - not without his touch on me. “Get in here, Sy! I need you.”
Much to my surprise, my husbands eyes darkened, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip before he told me, “Oh, no. You seem to be pretty occupied with that sorry excuse of a toy inside of you.”
His tone was so snarky, so vengeful, it brought tears to my eyes, my need for my man reaching unreasonable levels. Meanwhile, he just kept caterwauling, “Wearing my shirt, playing with my pussy when I was about to get home… I hope that’s enough for you, doll, because I sure as hell ain’t helping you out.”
A broken gasp escaped me, the tears now falling freely down my cheeks. I knew how Sy could be when he got like this, and the perspective of being so close to where I wanted to reach and yet so far was heartbreaking to me, in my current state of arousal.
I must have babbled something resembling a ‘please’ because suddenly, I heard his loud footsteps approaching my figure in bed, and he leaned over me, brushing our lips together just to tease me.
“No, sweetheart. You don’t get to cum today.” I would have whined if he hadn’t connected his lips to me right then, finally kissing me after almost a year apart. My sounds of pleasure and frustration were eagerly swallowed by my husband, who didn’t seem to remember that we both would need to breath eventually.
It was nothing and everything at the same time. Even when he deepened the kiss, wrapping his fingers in my hair, bringing me up to a seated position as his tongue reached as far as it could in my mouth, trying to reacquaint itself with my flavor.
“I don’t feel bad for you, honey,” he taunted. “Not when you got this toy to help you get by while I had to resort to my fucking fist.” In a few quick movements, he had sat against the headboard and adjusted me between his legs, keeping me spread as he took control of my movements and fucked the toy into me.
“How does it feel, doll? To have fucked up so badly?” Gasping, I threw my hand back to try to hold onto his chest, not that it helped in any sense. “I could be fucking you senseless right now. Instead, I’m just gonna keep you creaming around this fake cock.”
Sy was nothing if not a man of his word, so the perspective of this punishment was enough to make me full-on start sobbing. “Please let me cum, please, please!” I whined, knees trembling as he pretended to think.
I was drooling with desire, willing to do whatever it would take to get him to fuck me. “I’ll be such a good girl…” I tried to negotiate, knowing how much of a sucker my captain was for obedience. “Please, Sy. Please!”
If it was any other day, I knew there was no way I’d be having my way. But it had been too long since he felt my soft flesh under his fingertips - he was as deprived as I was. So when I felt his sharp inhale of breath, I knew I’d managed to get to him.
Somewhat.
“I shouldn’t…” he pondered out loud, hand never stopping the penetration of the foreign object into my clenching heat. “But if you really want to, fine.” The words were enough to get me to release a loud moan of pure and utter relief, but that feeling only rested long enough for him to say, “I don’t wanna hear you begging me to stop later, though.”
As the sounds of my sopping pussy drowned out my own whimpers and whines, I knew I was in for a long, exhausting night.
Three orgasms later, I still had his cock - his actual, flesh cock inside of me as he rubbed random patterns on my back, allowing me to catch a breath for only a second before he started to tear me apart again. His rough voice interrupted my mindless thinking as he asked, “… Do you think you can handle two of me?”
I didn’t immediately answer, taking some time to process what it was that he meant. “You mean in my ass and pussy or both in my pussy at the same time?”
The way he flipped me onto my back as he started to thrust himself into me again told me everything I needed to know about what was going through his head.
