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y’all ever read a fanfic that you cannot believe an author just wrote for free?? what an honor it is to read a piece of someone’s soul they shared out of nothing but love for a piece of media. what a privilege it is to be allowed their talent because you share an interest!!

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Silent alarm

•Pairing: Captain Syverson x reader

•Warning: Just Sy being sweet

A/N: Heeeey I did something... Please tell me what you think! it's my first time I writing😭💖

Night has fallen on the base.

The sky is clear, full of stars, and the warm wind barely lifts the sand.

You are still awake, sitting at the entrance of the infirmary, with your hands in your hair and tiredness weighing more than an armor. You hear steps behind you,no one walks like this, except him.

"You should sleep," Syverson says, his voice is deep but gentle.

You watch him as he approaches, his beard unkempt, his face marked by sweat and sand, his uniform still on, as if he had never allowed himself a moment's rest.

His steel-colored eyes soften as soon as they see you.

"You should do the same," you reply, sketching a smile.

Syverson approaches, crouching next to you, leaning his rifle against the wall without ever lowering his guard, except with you.

"When I see you... for a few seconds I forget where we are."

Your heart skips a beat and you look at him, surprised.

He’s not a man who speaks so easily, if he says something he means it and feels it.

“And where are we, exactly?”

“In the middle of chaos. But you’re the only thing that feels real to me.”

Slowly, he takes your hand.                         His is rough, strong, but the way he touches you is incredibly delicate.

As if he’s afraid of breaking you.

Or maybe… to break himself...

"Today was hard, I was afraid of losing something… that I can't protect."

You move closer and place your forehead against his. His breathing stops for a moment.

“I don’t need protection Sy... Just someone who stays.”

And he stays. His lips rest on yours with a painful sweetness. It’s a silent kiss, long, full of restrained tension.

His hands move over your arms, over your shoulders, slowly descending, as if every gesture were a blessing.

“Stay here tonight,” he says against your lips.

“Even if the alarm goes off?”

“Especially if it goes off.”

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The Reunion

Summary: A long time ago the three of you could never be apart. Tonight you will be closer than ever.

Prompt: 

My mind went straight to sharing a truck and sharing a lover.

Pairing: Syverson x Reader x Walter. (No ethnic or body type description)

Words: 1.6K (for fuck sake I don’t know how, it’s utter rubbish)

Warnings: 18+, sex, double penetration, threesome sex, anal, vaginal, mentions of alcohol, a very brief mention of high school bullying, biting, unprotected sex, love triangle, slight jealousy, creampie, anal creampie, slight anal play, femDom if you blink, somewhat size kink though the reader’s body type is not mentioned, they are just two huge men.

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own.

A/N: So take my migraine, a panic attack and a tendency to write trashy smut and this is what you get. Not beta’d. Sorry if it’s terrible.

The Reunion

It was always the three of you; The Bull, The Bear and their benevolent queen. Decades past since the day you first met - and still, the memory sat sharply in your heart.

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Pictures of You

Summary: While Sy is deployed, his new girlfriend sends him nudes, and now he must take care of 'business' himself while fantasizing about the things he would do to her.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x himself x OFC

Word count: 1,200

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), pure smut, graphic depiction of sex (male x female), male masturbation, bodily fluids, accidental creampie, dirty language, punishment, Freya using "peach". Being caught in the act. A bit of fluff. Not beta'd.

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A/N: It's been a while since I posted. I am working on a series (plural), but I got inspired by a lovely anon today. I'm not sure if I'm tagging anyone since my tag list is probably outdated and I'm not sure who still wants on. So, if you enjoyed, reblog, or comment, let me know. I'd appreciate it. 🖤

Pictures of You

At last, night unfurled, and the camp became quiet. 

The glorified Captain retired to his quarters, exhausted from a day of training recruits and tedious paperwork. This deployment would be long, and though he loved being The Captain - Logan Syverson was beginning to miss home.

It was all because of her. Sy shouldn't have caught feelings, long-distance relationships were never his thing, but damn, she was something else; a woman way above his league, pretty, hot as hell and way too smart to be with a military grunt like him.

Needless to say, fucking her made him feel like a god. 

Stripping down to his boxer, Sy slumped into his bed with a huff and reached for the private cell phone stuffed in his drawer. 

Twenty unanswered messages appeared on the screen—three of them from her.

Joy painted his face at the sight of her name. Ignoring everything else, he went directly to read her messages.

“Missing my big Sy”, the first message read. 

The other - “something to make you think of me.”  

The last message was simply an attachment. Curious, Sy tapped it open.

‘Fucking hell.’

The unmistakable pang of desire instantly surged through his groin. 

There she was, his sweet woman, naked and spread open like a present unwrapped, especially for him. She was sitting on her bed, one breast gripped by her palm with her nipple peeking through dark-painted nails while her other hand toyed with the sweet peach between her thighs. 

“Fuck,” Sy muttered. Already rock-hard. Absentmindedly, his hand massaged the hefty bulge through the fabric of his boxers, eliciting a deep groan from under his breath. 

‘What are you doing to me, babygirl?” 

It wasn’t just her naked body and the way her finger teased her own slit, but the look she gave him, the familiar neediness in her gaze, the way she bit her lip. 

Damn, if she was here right now… He’d fucking punish her for teasing him so bad! He’d pin her to the wall with his hand around her throat and show her what happens to naughty girls who like playing such wicked games. 

Now he had three fucking months to go, and all he could think of was how bad he wanted to be inside her tight little cunt.

‘Well, guess I’ll have to take care of this myself…’

Springing his cock free from his boxers, he ran his rough fingers up and down the length of his imposing shaft - slow at first, as Sy enjoyed taking his time, just as he would with her. His thumb rolled across the crown of his cock, gently grazing the tip while he imagined flipping her against the pitted wall in this room. Make her take it from behind so he could look at that perfect rounded ass of hers and watch his cock slipping in and out of her body. 

Still holding the photo open, he focused on her succulent cunt before spitting onto his open palm and griping himself once again. Tighter this time, he squeezed onto his girth and began to fuck his own hand. 

Pants and groans sputtered from his mouth, his chest heaving as he gradually picked up the pace. In his fantasy, he parted her ass cheeks and teased her dripping little hole until she begged him to fuck him. Then he forced himself all the way in, making her cry out. 

The sounds of her moans echoed in his memory, so helpless and desperate at the same time - he was nearly too much for her; that narrow cavern of hers could barely take his leviathan cock, but still, she took every pounding, becoming wetter around his shaft as her body not only yielded to accommodate him but lured him deeper inside. 

“I want inside you, babygirl…” Sy mumbled out loud, his hand now moving in ecstatic fervour. Sweat dripped down the contracting muscles of his abs. Soon, he felt himself swell even larger, and his sack strained with the desperate need for release. 

He tightened his grip, now choking his shaft and thinking of how it felt when she came around him. How she contracted all around his cock and shattered like glass smashing on the floor.

“Don’t come inside….” She’d warned him. She wasn’t on the pill. But this time, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from filling her full of his cum, and maybe… he wouldn’t want to… 

It was his fantasy, after all. 

“FUCK!!!” 

With the image spilling inside her, he allowed himself to be swept by the fierce waves of pleasure, his entire body buzzing with bliss as hot, thick ribbons of ecstasy spilt over his fingers. He might have shouted too loudly, but it’s not like he ever gave a fuck. 

It took Sy a few good minutes to climb down to earth, and then he chuckled hoarsely as he noticed the mess he had left on his hand. Shaking his head, he reached for a towel and wiped himself clean before returning to gaze at her photo. 

“What am I gonna do with you, doll?”

Well, there was an idea. He could repay the favour by sending her a photo of himself. Usually, he was against this type of stuff, but what she did was particularly risky for a woman, and if she was bold enough to treat him, he could do the same. Besides, they had three months until they could meet again. He better make sure she remembered who she belonged to.  

He stroked himself lightly. Still semi-hard, he wondered whether he could work himself to another erection this soon when a knock sounded at the door.

“Mother of f…. One moment !!!” 

Sy yelled. Irritated, he briefly tucked his shaft back in his boxers and jumped out of bed. The room smelled rancid, but Sy couldn’t bring himself to care. He couldn’t even bring himself to put on a shirt as he rushed to the door.

“What?” He grunted before getting to see who was on the other side.

‘Well, fuck me sideways.’

It was a woman because why the hell not? Private Hicks, to be precise. The young thing’s eyes flared with surprise and then snapped to the floor to avoid staring at her sweaty, half-naked superior, but not before catching a glance of his hairy, tattooed chest and the semi-erected bulge in his groin.

The strong scent of sweat and sex hit her nostrils like a smack in the face. It took everything not to curl her face. There was no need to put two and two together to realise what she had just intruded. 

“Sir.” Hicks saluted in badly hidden embarrassment. 

Sy let out a deep sigh. Clearly, she knew what he was doing before she arrived. She probably heard him come all over himself right before knocking. Frankly, he wasn’t ashamed. 

“Get on with it, Private.”

“Sir,” she repeated, her voice a slight tremble. “ I’m sorry to bother you… but the Major asked me to get you.” 

Sy scratched the back of his head and groaned deeply. “Tell him I’ll be there in 10.” 

Without any other comment, he shut the door, leaving Hicks to wander back to the Major’s office, all shaken and quaking. 

As she walked away, she couldn’t help but bite her lips. All across her body, she felt those little electric streams of excitement, and her breath suddenly became shallow. She shouldn’t have thought of her superior like this, on what he did behind that closed door just a moment before she arrived, but Captain Syverson was too hot to handle and, needless to say, too loud. 

Well, she’d have to take care of herself later…

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Guys please I beg you🙏🏻

Don't bring any negative energy or disgusting comments in my dm's. This is a safe space.

I support and respect Henry and HIS family.

Be happy for them and try to get a better life for youself. Be kind.

✨️Henry dosen't even know that me and you exist✨️

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They are so beautiful ...

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He's to close to meeee😭❤️

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✨️I like the way yout brain works✨️

Had a thought...

It's dirty, hence the cut.

Walter's fresh off a tough case. He's done too many late nights where he's home after you're off to work. You're finally able to be together, and he wants that first block of time to be carnal. As if you'd say no...

You're half in his lap on the couch. One hand is in his hair, the other one is playing catch up to his hands, which have unbuttoned both your top and your chinos. God, he's good, you think as you finally reach into his pants and feel his hard heat. One of his hands pops your bra open, while the other slips under the band of your panties; he growls when he feels how wet you are.

You're about to get started on him, but two long thick fingers slide into you as his thumb begins a slow rhythm on your clit. Somehow, his wrist undulates like his hips when he's ball deep inside you. A throaty moan escapes, bringing another growl out of Walter. "More of that", he requests, stroking your inner walls, feeling for your g-spot. Upon finding it, he presses into the spongy bit. The groan it elicits becomes a moan as he works the stiff bundle of nerves at your center.

You try to slow him down by stroking him in return, but he wraps an arm around you, lifting you until you're straddling him. He licks at a nipple, suckling as it raises. When it pebbles into a peak, he nips at it, alternating between gentle bites and suction until you're panting at the sensation. He has you so distracted, you don't even notice how fast your hips are moving against his other hand. "Oh fuck", you moan. "Oohh, fuck..."

"Mhmm", Walter answers, fingers twisting ever so slightly. A shudder starts in your thighs, setting your pelvis swirling. Walter lightly tongues your nipple as he watches you come apart. "So fucking sexy", he whispers. You quake through the aftershocks Walter's thumb causes, before he lets you relax.

For his part, Walter just watches, pupils blown. He settles back against the arm of the sofa, never taking his eyes off yours. His hips begin canting in opposition to your hands. You hear his breathing grow shallow, jaw loosening as he takes air in through his full, gorgeous lips. It won't be long, you can tell; his cock swells in your hands and his thrusts lengthen and slow, accompanied by the same low grunts you hear sometimes when he's in the shower.

You crumple but, as if on instinct, your hands pull his pants down enough to release his twitching cock. It's leaking at the tip, so you run your fingers over the head, as more fluid gently spurts out. A low groan deep in Walter's chest tells you he likes that, so you keep going until you have him coated in pre-cum. Then you wrap your hands around his length and stroke him firmly, head to root then back again.

Walter brings one hand to his face, inhaling deeply. "You smell so good", he sighs, then sucks clean the fingers he used on you. He groans, thrusts picking up. His head drops back, chest heaving. "Why does the taste of you make me come", he asks as he stills, the first jet of ropy white spurting out. Several more follow, punctuated by grunts that make you tingle in all the right places.

You sit in silent awe. Recovered, Walter meets your eye again. "We have altogether too many clothes on." You grin, hopping off the couch and shrugging out of your blouse. You toss it in Walter's face and turn to run to the bedroom. He holds it there, breathing you in. "You smell good enough to eat", he growls, getting up to chase after you. "I hope you're ready to be good and fucked!"

Of course you are.

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Syverson | Pretty As A Peach

Summary: You go on summer vacation with your college room mate and meet her parents, but you can’t stop yourself from lusting after Captain Daddy.

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, age gap, language, younger female reader, smut, Captain Cunnilingus is at it again (obviously oral, F recieving), some mild foot fetish? (foot rubbing on cock…that’s a thing right?), older man kink, (I think I got all of it, sorry if I forgot anything)

Words: 3.8 K

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Henry Cavill 🔥🌹🥵

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Stop it's a girl😭

He has a daughter🫠💖

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Make a mess in the kitchen ✔️

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Ok but think about Sy coming home; think about meeting him at the airport and it’s taking every shred of his control to wait even a moment, to haul you bodily into the nearest restroom, to push up against you and his hands are everywhere, lifting you with those big hands under your thighs and missed you, missed you sweet thing.

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— Fill your boots, gentlemen, and bon appetit. HENRY CAVILL as Gus March-Phillips in THE MINISTRY OF UNGENTLEMANLY WARFARE (2024), dir. Guy Ritchie

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Guys…might be weird but i literally saw a 🌽 gif that looks too much like pedro😵

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