#Captain syverson drabble

[livingbreathingdreams]

❤︎ at the corner store

Captain Syverson x Reader drabble

A/N: Inspired by this prompt on a list I once saw on Pinterest: “met while buying condoms at the corner store”

It was only supposed to be a quick trip to the corner store to stock up on some supplies. You hadn’t planned on talking to anyone but the bored college girl behind the register. Dressed in your best plaid pyjama pants and pink fluffy slippers you gathered what you needed and were on your way to pay.

Rounding the corner, you didn’t pay attention to where you were going and promptly bumped into someone. Someone tall and big. The impact sent everything you were holding tumbling down to the ground.

First, you were annoyed at the inconvenience that would be keeping you away from your bed for longer. But then the man you just ran into chuckled, after looking down to the ground between the two of you. “Interesting assortment Darlin’. Someone’s paring the red sea then.” I wasn’t formulated like a question, but rather a statement that seemed to be very amusing to him.

You finally looked up at the guy and nearly choked on your own spit. “I I’m…” Your stammering was embarrassing but not as embarrassing as the fact that even after only just meeting him, you were certain that you very much would let this man part the red sea. He looked rugged in his washed-out band t-shirt, cropped hair, and wild-looking beard but there was something about him. He was a man exuding BDE. Built like a brick shit house and the sparkle of mischief in his bright stormy eyes.

After clearing your throat, you decided to be brave and started over. “No. No candidates for a voyage that treacherous just yet, I’m afraid. But my friend has recently been talking about manifestation a lot and how you should act like you already have what you want. This is me doing exactly that.” The handsome stranger was crouching down, looking up at you to hand you the condoms, tampons, and bar of chocolate you had dropped with a devilish grin on his face. “I wouldn’t mind.”

[needmorereading]

Loved this so much! ❤️❤️

Bur imagine Sy taking his girlfriend's cellphone (Idk if you can bring them on deployment, but let's imagine you can) and he sees that she has him saved as "Future Hubby❤️" instead oh the "Captain Syverson" that she had when he first came to his unit.

Being a very private person, Sy had no intention of peeking into her phone. He knew he can sometimes come off as a little possessive, and of course, the fact that he was her superior made things a bit 'passionate' between them from time to time.

But as she was heading toward the private shower in his quarter, she threw the towel over her shoulder and shouted at his direction, "babe, do me a solid and call my phone? I can't seem to find it in your mess."

Sitting naked on the bed, Sy nodded and grabbed his cell. While the line was ringing something vibrated and lighted up beneath the pile of clothes.

"Classic, Jess" he murmured and leant down to fish the phone beneath the sweaty pile. Stretching back up, he held her little Nokia in his huge hand and peered at the screen when his gut suddenly dropped. In big, bold letters a missed call was registered under:

“Future hubby”

It was never clear to him what she wanted, the tough little spitfire who once fought him like hell and refused to be in a relationship with him. Yet here she was, a woman who suddenly believed she could have a life with him. A family too maybe, at least he hoped.

Fuck, he loved her, he loved her and hated her right now, for making his eyes a bit teary.

Throwing the phone on the pillow, he rose up and stepped into the shower. Jess could hardly even react when she was pinned belly against the tile and Syverson's thick cock brushed against her ass.

"Fuck, Sy, what the fuck?!" she panicked and turned her head to the side, tensing as he began biting on her nape "we need to be ready to leave in less than 20 minutes, and I'm still sore..." 

Sy ignored her complaints and wrapped his massive arms around her, squeezing her in his embrace, "I love you so fucking much, woman" he murmured. 

And it all it took.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Okay, hear me out...

Sy as a mafia boss and reader who owns the coffee shop.

The Olde Bakery

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: mob!Syverson, plus-size reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Burly is most appropriate to describe the man. Tall, thick, looming. The door shuts behind him without a care as his eyes skim the small shop. In a town as isolated as Springfort everything is smaller; simpler. You can tell at a glance that this man is neither. 

His eyes pass over the specials board and fall on you. More virulent than desolation in a small town is gossip. You’ve heard about the man already, though his appearance still surprises you. A man like him would go to the lawyer’s office and throw his weight around or trash the liquor store, but what business does he have in a cafe. Your cafe. 

For as much as you’ve heard about the mysterious and mercurial newcomer, you know better than to ask that. Instead, you recite the usual. The boring daily routines are what make Springfort safe. Or did. 

“Hello, what can I get you today?” You ask as he nears the counter. You move to face him over the small till.  

There’s not much to the space; enough for you to work. Espresso machine, frother, blender, toaster oven, percolator... the basics and a little more. There’s the display case of your hand-crafted baked goods and not much else. It’s the only place in town beside the diner for locals to sit down, though there are only four tables inside. 

The man doesn’t answer. He stares back at you. You can’t read his expressions. His blues fall to your hands as you place them on either side of the till. 

He wears a quarter-zip with the tab pulled down. The collar folds over as chest hair peaks out unabashedly. His black cargo pants have a military cut to them and his fingerless gloves are a final peculiar accessory. He sports a thick beard but a shaved scalp, and his blunt brows give him a naturally angry affect. 

“Sir? We have a new butterscotch mocha as today’s special,” you suggest. 

“You.” He speaks at last. 

You blink and hold your calm smile. You try to process his question. You point to your name tag an introduce yourself. 

“No, you asked me what you can get me.” 

You nod but don’t understand. 

“I can help you, sir. Sure. What would you like?” 

He looks you up and down and plants his hands on the counter. As he does that, you pull yours offer and fold them over your apron. He leans in and licks his lips. 

“I would like...” he gives a crooked grin, “you.” 

“I...” You open your mouth dumbly. “I don’t...” your voice is brittle. Your throat tightens and you choke on a disbelieving laugh. 

“You laughing at me?” He challenges. 

You gulp and snap your mouth shut, “no, sir. Sorry, I’m just... confused.” 

“What’s confusing?” He bends until he’s leaning on his elbows and twines his fingers together. His knuckles bulge and whiten. You lean back on your heel, resisting the urge to flee. 

“I don’t know,” you murmur. The look in his eyes fills you with icy fear. 

“So, I put my order in...” he drawls. 

“Um. I can’t... I... this is my...” you sputter and recall Sonia’s recount of Osborne and Meyers sacking. The older law partner ended up in emerge though his exact malady varied according the source. “I own the cafe so--” 

“You go on and lock that door,” he says. “Since you’re the boss, you can take a break, can’t ya?” You sway on your feet and stare back at him. He untangles his fingers and brings a hand up to pull at a tuft of his beard. “I don’t know, I was told the service here was speedy.” He sucks his teeth. “But you’re here dragging your feet, wasting my time.” 

You wince and take a cautious step back. He watches you, unmoving, though you brace yourself for him to lunge. You slowly come out around the counter and cross to the door. You twist the lock and flip the sign. 

His footsteps scuff as he grunts into a long groan. You face him reluctantly as he drags one of the chairs from the table and puts it in front of the counter. His attention hangs on the seat as he considers it. You stand where you are, frightened. 

“Come here,” he beckons with two fingers, his other hand on the back of the chair. 

You approach and stop a foot away. He tilts his head to look at you. The gleam in his irises swells over you like frigid water. He lets go of the chair and turns to you fully. He steps closer and you wince as he reaches for you. 

He loops his arms around you and tugs at the knot of the apron. It slackens and he brings his hands up to unhook the strap from around your neck. He pulls it away and drops it on the floor. 

“Sir, I... what did I do?” 

“Chh, chh, chh,” he tuts between his teeth. 

You seal your lips and peer up at him. Your eyes meet again. He brings his large hands to cradle your face and tilts your head. He gives you an appraising look over. 

“You just worry about what you need to do, sweetheart,” he growls. 

His hands drift down to the top of your blouse. You shiver as he plucks open the buttons one at a time. As he does, gritty noises rise in his throat. He pushes the fabric away from your shoulders and down your arms. The blouse falls to your feet. 

You turn your head away as he tugs at the knotted belt of your high-waisted pants. He unties it and stretches the elastic waistband, guiding it past your hips. You sniff as you focus on staying upright. Your pants pool at your feet, heaping over your round-toed flats. 

You gasp as he cups your chest with his large hands. Your nipples harden and poke him through your bra. He purrs and gropes you harder. You shudder and waver with his force. He lifts your tits, jiggling them, and pushes them together. 

“I was told you sell sweets,” he says, “but I wasn’t expecting these.” 

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

Watchers Anonymous Masterlist

Introduction | Meeting 2 | 3

Fool's Game ~ Loki ~ 1 ~ 2

Countermeasure ~ Jake Jensen ~ 1 | 2

Shutter ~ Peter Parker ~ 1 | 2 | 3

Taking Root ~ Bucky Barnes ~ 1 | 2

Give and Take ~ Steve Rogers ~ 1 | 2

Fantasy ~ Curtis Everett ~ 1 | 2

Sparkle in my Eye ~ Captain Syverson ~ 1 | 2

Adore You ~ Thor ~ 1 ~ 2

Home Grown ~ Cole Turner ~ 1 ~ 2

Little Miss Sunshine ~ Nick Fowler ~ 1 ~ 2 ~ 3

Straight to the Point ~ Ransom Drysdale ~ 1

[loganbcrnes]

Bound by Instinct

The storm had barely passed, but the air was still thick with the smell of smoke and blood. The sound of clashing swords and the shrill cries of villagers echoed through the once-peaceful village, now under the wrath of a berserker raid.

Wolfbear Syverson, his tall, muscular frame with his hair splattered on his chest, cloaked in the shadows of a bloodied sky, moved like a predator among his pack. His eyes, feral and wild, scanned the chaos around him, the primal instinct to conquer and claim driving him forward. His pack of berserkers, fierce and untamed, followed him like wolves in the hunt. They tore through the village with the speed and brutality of a storm, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.

But Sy’s eyes were sharp, his senses keen, and amidst the war cries, there was another sound—a distinct cry, one that didn’t belong to any villager, but to someone in torment. His head snapped toward the source, and the scent hit him almost immediately—the sharp tang of fear, pain, and desperation. It was the unmistakable stench of tortured slaves.

His jaw clenched as he followed the scent, his pace quickening. The villagers hadn’t hidden you away for protection; they had imprisoned you and the others for their own cruel amusement. From within the cage, you and the rest of the slaves bore the marks of their brutality—bruises, open wounds, broken spirits. Some were too weak to lift their heads, while others whimpered as fresh blows rained down upon them.

Syverson’s pack fanned out, cutting down anyone who dared stand in their way. He reached the site where you were held, his hands curling into fists as he took in the sight of you—filthy, bruised, shaking from exhaustion. Rage burned deep in his gut.

Without a word, he surged forward, his large hands gripping the iron bars and ripping them apart with a strength that seemed impossible. The metal screeched in protest as the door was torn from its hinges and flung to the ground.

The villagers around the cage faltered, confused at first, but they soon realized their mistake. They drew their weapons, but it was too late—Sy’s fury had already been unleashed.

With a savage roar, he cut them down without hesitation, his blade slicing through flesh like it was nothing. His berserkers followed, their war cries shaking the earth as they tore through the remaining enemies. The battle was over in moments, bodies left strewn across the blood-soaked ground.

You barely had the strength to move, your body trembling from hunger and exhaustion. The other slaves bolted the moment they had the chance, but you remained frozen in place, unable to process what had just happened.

Then his gaze landed on you.

It was like being caught in the sights of a predator—one with burning blue eyes, a towering frame, and the air of something untamed. The moment his eyes met yours, you knew that whatever had driven him to slaughter the villagers wasn’t just bloodlust. It was something else. Something primal.

“Come,” he growled, his voice low and guttural.

It wasn’t a request.

You hesitated, but before you could fully register what was happening, his large hand shot out and gripped your arm, hauling you to your feet. His grip was firm, almost searing against your skin, but not cruel. Your legs nearly gave out beneath you, but he didn’t let you fall.

He turned and pulled you along, his long strides making it difficult to keep up. The rest of his pack continued their destruction, razing the village to the ground, but Syverson was already leaving, his focus entirely on you.

The dense forest loomed ahead, dark and quiet in contrast to the fiery wreckage behind you. You didn’t know where he was taking you, didn’t know if this was another form of captivity, but your body was too weak to resist.

After what felt like hours of walking, you arrived at the entrance of a cave, carved into the side of a rocky hill. Inside, the scent of damp earth and animal pelts filled the air. A fire burned low in the hearth, casting flickering shadows on the stone walls.

Syverson released your arm, but you didn’t dare move. You watched as he removed the heavy fur cloak from his shoulders, his sharp gaze never leaving you. His expression was unreadable—wild, intense, something between curiosity and possession.

Then, after a long moment, he grunted and nodded toward the furs piled near the fire.

“Rest.”

It was the only word he spoke, rough and unpolished.

You hesitated, still trying to understand what was happening. He had slaughtered the ones who tortured you. He had taken you from that hell and brought you here. But why?

Your body ached with exhaustion, your mind spinning with confusion. Yet, as you stood there beneath the weight of his stare, you realized one thing: whatever had happened back in the village, whatever instincts had driven him to take you…

You were his now.

[peyton-warren]

No idea how I missed this one but this is a great insight into being married to Sy. Good man. Great drabble. Thank you for sharing it with us.

Pov: youre taking care of him after a rugby game

You get all grumpy and lecturing him🙄

P.s: Fucking rugby game is wild. Its a no place for living things 😣😣

Ok, because it's Syturday I decided to make a little drabble out of this. Hope you don't mind I changed the rugby game to an evening with the boys🙈

Summary: Sy comes home from an evening meeting up with his old squad.

Pairing: Sy x Reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of violence, mentions of harassment, mentions of bar fight, fluff, tipsy Sy, cursing, allusion to smut maybe?

Word count: dunno🙈 drabbly length

Title: Evening With The Boys

You wish you could say the phone call surprised you. It didn't. Your man had a habit of getting himself into trouble. So when he helped you tuck the little ones in and left afterwards to meet up with his old squad at the bar, part of you already expected a call.

"Called him a cab," your brother in law informs you at the other end of the line, "hope I didn't wake ya."

You just sigh and tell him you've been up reading, thank him and hang up. A few minutes later you hear a car pull up on the curb and get up to open the door.

"Fuck," you sigh. With your fists on your hips, you watch your man sulking, paying the driver and walking up the driveway towards you.

In the dim light you can't really see his face, so you have no idea how bad it is. You sit him down on the couch and go to the kitchen, to prepare an ice pack anyway, quietly fuming.

Why does this man keep doing this? You know he's helping these women, but one day he'll get himself into some serious trouble.

"So, what happened?" you ask him in the tone you usually use when the little ones were fighting, patient but demanding.

"Nothin', bug," Sy grumbles.

"Not buyin' that," you arch your eyebrow at him, taking in his face for the first time. An angry looking bruise is forming around his eye, blooming like a red and purple flower. Your annoyance melts away when you see it. "Tell me."

"I didn't start it," the former captain continues grumbling as you sit down next to him on the couch and gently cup his bearded cheek to turn his head towards you. "That dude had it comin'."

He hisses slightly when you place the ice pack on his bruised eye. You stroke his beard with your thumb and hum for him to continue.

"Kept flirting with that chick. She told him to leave her alone but dude didn't get the message. Kept harassing her, got kinda violent. So I went up to him and told him to leaver her alone. Fucker thought it might be a good idea to swing at me. Broke his nose." Sy shrugs.

You just nod. Not the first time it happened. You didn't like it, but to be honest, Sy was right: these dudes had it coming.

"You're just lucky you know the owner," you snort quietly, "but you can't keep doin' that. One day you'll really get in trouble for that."

Sy let's out an amused grunt.

"Does it hurt?" you ask tentatively.

"Had worse," he just shrugs again, then peels your hands off his face and abruptly stands. He pulls you up with him and throws you over his shoulder, making you squeal.

"Bear! Put me down!"

"Shh, wouldn't wanna wake the little monsters," Sy warns, giving you a small spank on the butt, ignoring your plea, and you have to bite back an excited yelp.

Fuck, you hate it when he gets into fights, but the beast that comes beck home is just irresistible.

[princessphilly]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE!!!

How about some steamy Sy?? 😍😍

“You take me too good, sweetheart.”

You sighed at that praise as you glimpsed yourself in the mirror. Sunk down on Sy’s cock, bodies glistening in sweat, your arms wrapped around his neck and back. The muscles in Sy’s back tightening and relaxing as you rode him slowly, a welcome home gift fit for a captain.

“You feel so good,” you moaned before it turned into a gasp. Sy bit your shoulder before laving it with his tongue. Then you squeezed your cunt around his cock, making your man groan.

Before you realized it, you had been flipped onto your back.

“Playtime is over, sweetheart.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Watchers Anonymous

Warnings: non/dubcon, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Peter Parker, skinny!Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor, Loki, Curtis Everett, Jake Jensen, Cole Turner, Captain Syverson, (so far)

This AU is called Watcher Anonymous and will include different series for each of the above. This is our introduction to the group.

Summary: men with illicit infatuations come together to share and plot their perfect fantasies.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Introduction

"Do you really think we need snacks?" Jake asks as he unwraps the pan of rice crispy squares with sprinkles and chocolate drizzle. "I didn't think so but my aunt gave them to me," Peter shrugs. "I don't know."

"You're aunt?" Jake scoffs. He might be a loser but he's no mama's boy.

"Yeah, I mean, I usually go to bingo with her on Wednesdays but then this came up and... I had to make an excuse. I told her we were campaigning," he shrugs. "So she said, oh I'll make you boys some snacks..."

"Right," Jensen crosses his arms, reassured that he's not the lamest one in the pack. Not so far.

"When's that buddy of yours showing up?"

"Curtis? Oh, he said he wasn't sure," Jake shrugs. He hopes he has a friendly face there but he understands if it doesn't pan out. They all have places they'd rather be.

"Kinda nervous, not gonna lie," Peter confesses. It was his idea that they all meet up but now he's kind of regretting it. Strangers on the internet, on discord of all places, aren't necessarily the trustworthy type. He figures he's on there though and he's not that bad.

"Well, you seem chill," Jake offers. "So..."

"Thanks, I guess," Peter huffs.

There's a scuff at the door. A skinny blond stands in the doorway, looking down the hall behind him. He smooths his hair with his sweaty hands, slightly trembling. "Buck," he calls out in a voice deeper than one would guess by his appearance. "Down here." "Yeah, yeah," another replies behind the tramp of thick treads. "Looking for a john in this place. Shouldn't have had coffee."

"Oh, uh, Steve?" Peter greets uncertainly, "if I have that right?"

"That's me, yeah." He clears his throat and faces them. His nose is too big for his face, like a beak. The rest of him is tiny. He makes Peter feel big. Just like his special one... they'll get to that in a minute.

His friend catches up to him. Stood right behind him, he looks massive. Peter knows him too. Virtually at least. 

"And Bucky?" Peter adds. The other guy grunts and nods.

"This all?" Steve looks around at the mostly empty room.

"There's food?" Bucky wonders as he combs through his long hair. "Wasn't aware this was a catered event."

"Just snacks," Peter insists. He doesn't need any more hazing. Next time, he'll leave May's baking at home.

Steve wrings his hands before tucking them into his pockets. He chews his cheeks as Bucky heads for the snacks and greets Jake. There's more voices coming.

"Brother, don't be so grim," the large blond enters buoyantly, "it's about time you made some friends."

"I have friends," a slither returns dully.

"Ah, it is Peter!" Thor booms, not needing any introduction, though Peter wonders how he recognises him. "And let me guess, Jake with the glasses. Bucky has the shaggy hair like a dog, and Steve is slighter in frame."

"How..." Jake mutters.

"It is a gift of mine," he proclaims, "I'm Thor in case you couldn't guess. Oh and this," he pulls the other man forward and slings his arm over his lithe shoulders. "Is my brother, Loki."

Peter considers the uninvited sibling. Not as tall as his brother, or thick, and with sleek black hair and a long nose. They don't look related at all.

"I didn't know we were bringing plus ones," Bucky chews on a tart.

"Me either," Jake says.

"Oh, I do hope you don't mind. I wanted to invite him to the chat prior but... he is not often on the phone."

"It's fine," Peter assures, "I guess."

Bucky grumbles with less optimism and Jake sways. It's not exactly a gaming group or wholesome in any manner. Outsiders aren't safe.

"Relax, he has a special one," Thor girds. "Haven't you, brother?"

"I told you to mind your business," Loki retorts and gets only laughter in return.

"Jensen," a man enters without hesitation and marches to aforementioned man.

"Curt," Jake greets him with a nod, "you made it."

"Not thanks to... you!" He spots Thor and squares his shoulder. "You know, that truck is too big for your skillset."

"Ah, yes, it is only a ding, we will exchange info after," Thor rubs his neck with a guilty smile.

"Who are we missing?" Steve asks.

"Sy?" Jake suggests. "Don't think anyone else could make it."

"I'm here!" A sudden scramble through the door ends in a heap on the floor. The group of men turn to face the newcomer. "Urgh, ow." The man lays on his back after his slip. "I'm okay!"

He sits up and rubs the back of his head. Bucky tuts, "smooth."

"I'm--" the man pushes himself to his feet, "Cole. Ugh, I had to drive all the way here-- well, I know we all did, but, just not used to city roads."

"Cole," Peter is the first to approach, it's strange being the one doing most of the leading. Especially among this bunch. "Hey, nice to meet you. Peter."

He goes around the room and introduces everyone. Cole repeats each name anxiously. A sole squeaks through the door and a throat clears. A burly man with a baseball cap and scuffy bear wears a canvas jacket in grey camo.

"Sy," he intones as he enters. "Oh, are those brownies?"

"Right, that's everyone," Jake declares. "So, uh... what now?"

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

🏘️girls of paradise AU masterlist🏘️

the girl next door 🏠 steve rogers, silverfox

girls just wanna have fun 🫦 bucky barnes & sam wilson, silverfox

girl on fire ❤️‍🔥 jonathan pine, loki

just a girl 👟 walter marshall, ~andy barber

candy girl 🍭 thor, silverfox

my girl 📖 captain syverson, brother's best friend

girl like you 🔒 lee bodecker, jake jensen

who’s that girl? 🧱 joel miller, tommy miller

[peyton-warren]

Ironically started a drabble about which Cavill character would likely already have his red wings and Sy was the first man I thought of!

I love this. Thank you for writing it. Would love to see more.

at the corner store

Captain Syverson x Reader drabble

A/N: Inspired by this prompt on a list I once saw on Pinterest: “met while buying condoms at the corner store”

It was only supposed to be a quick trip to the corner store to stock up on some supplies. You hadn’t planned on talking to anyone but the bored college girl behind the register. Dressed in your best plaid pyjama pants and pink fluffy slippers you gathered what you needed and were on your way to pay.

Rounding the corner, you didn’t pay attention to where you were going and promptly bumped into someone. Someone tall and big. The impact sent everything you were holding tumbling down to the ground.

First, you were annoyed at the inconvenience that would be keeping you away from your bed for longer. But then the man you just ran into chuckled, after looking down to the ground between the two of you. “Interesting assortment Darlin’. Someone’s paring the red sea then.” I wasn’t formulated like a question, but rather a statement that seemed to be very amusing to him.

You finally looked up at the guy and nearly choked on your own spit. “I I’m…” Your stammering was embarrassing but not as embarrassing as the fact that even after only just meeting him, you were certain that you very much would let this man part the red sea. He looked rugged in his washed-out band t-shirt, cropped hair, and wild-looking beard but there was something about him. He was a man exuding BDE. Built like a brick shit house and the sparkle of mischief in his bright stormy eyes.

After clearing your throat, you decided to be brave and started over. “No. No candidates for a voyage that treacherous just yet, I’m afraid. But my friend has recently been talking about manifestation a lot and how you should act like you already have what you want. This is me doing exactly that.” The handsome stranger was crouching down, looking up at you to hand you the condoms, tampons, and bar of chocolate you had dropped with a devilish grin on his face. “I wouldn’t mind.”

[hederasgarden]

Henry Cavill Characters Masterlist

Man of Steel

Oneshots

Beautiful (Clark Kent x Plus Size F!Reader | Mature | 800)

Clark shows you how much he loves you and your body.

Series

Under the Influence (Clark Kent x F!Reader | Mature| Ongoing Series)

While investigating a suspicious pharmaceutical company, you and Clark find yourselves exposed to a drug that forces you to grapple with its unforeseen consequences.

Headcanons

Valentine's Day with Clark Kent

Night Hunter

Oneshots

In the Dark (Walter Marshall x F!Reader | Mature | 841)

Prompt: Bodyguard AU +“We’re gonna be stuck here for a while."

Headcanons

Surprising Walter with a puppy

Sand Castle

Headcanons

Dad!Captain Syverson Headcanons

Sex with Sy

How Sy spends Valentine's Day

Mission: Impossible - Fallout

Drabble

Love is Violence (August Walker x IMF!Reader | 247)

Prompt - August Walker + forbidden romance.

Headcanons

August Walker as a dom

August kidnaps his CIA analyst after being exposed

Various/Multiple Characters

Headcanons

How would different characters react if they unexpectedly walked in on the reader while changing?

[needmorereading]

Love it! 👏❤️

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

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

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

Farmer Sy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“See something you like, darlin”?”

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

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

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

[changenameno]

My Masterlist 📚

Hi there lovelies!!!❤️✨

here you will find all my future fan-fictions and I will add to them gradually. Though I will probably only write for Henry Cavill and his characters.

This is still very much a 18+ blog, so if you are not of age please go away. Thank you.

Taglist:

If you're interested in being on my taglist, please let me know! And if you want to be taken off (my taglist), feel free to tell me! ❤️✨

Fluff🙊- Drabble⏱️- Smut❣️- Angst🃏- One-shots🍪

Little Tease - Henry Cavill x Fem. Reader (Complete) ❣️🙊🍪

Fingerblast - Sy x Short Fem. Reader (Complete)

Part 1 , Part 2🙊❣️

Shower Head - Sy x Fem. Reader (Complete)

Part 1 ❣️, Part 2❣️🙊

Sugarplum, then? - Sy x Fem. Reader (Complete) ❣️🍪

Sausage Prequel - Sy x Fem. Reader, August Walker x Fem. Reader (Complete) 🃏❣️🙊

Sausage - Sy x Fem. Reader, August Walker x Fem. Reader (Complete)❣️🙊

Criminal Offence - Captain Syverson x Fem. Assassin Reader, Walter Marshall x Fem. Assassin Reader (Complete)❣️🙊🍪

My Own - Geralt x Fem. Nymph Reader (Complete)

Chapter 1 🃏, Chapter 2🃏, Chapter 3 🃏,

Chapter 4 🃏, Chapter 5 🃏 🙊, Chapter 6🙊,

Chapter 7 🙊, Chapter 8 🃏, Chapter 9 🃏🙊,

Chapter 10 ❣️🙊

Ready, set…oh? - August Walker & Fem. Reader (Complete)

Part 1 🃏🙊, Part 2🙊

Bitter Truth - August Walker & Fem. Reader (Complete) 🃏🍪

To Be, Or Not To Be - August Walker x Fem. Reader (Complete) 🃏🙊❣️🍪

Wild Ride - Walter Marshall x Fem. Reader (Complete)

Part 1🙊, Part 2 🙊❣️, Part 3 🙊❣️

The Thief - Walter Marshall x Fem. Reader (Complete)❣️🙊🍪

It’s been a long time… - Gus March-Phillips x Fem. Reader (Complete)

Part 1 🃏🙊, Part 2 🃏❣️🙊

Gym Master - Clark Kent x Curvy Fem. Reader (Complete)❣️🙊🍪

[gummydummy19]

A year in apartment 6B

Summary: You find an ad for your dream apartment and decide to give it a go. Apartment 6B is everything you've ever wanted: high ceilings, an open floorplan, and a 6ft4 grumpy army captain...

Warnings: (every chapter will have separate tags so please read those too!) fluff, angst, smut (holy trinity), grumpy Sy, roommates to lovers, slow burn, jealousy,...

A/N: Im so super duper excited about this!!!! I hope you guys enjoy it and please feel free to leave feedback anytime :) Some of these chapters might be regular fic length while others are gonna be just drabbles. If anyone has a request for this AU please let me know and I'll see what I can do :)) <3

apartment 6B floorplan

Month one (May): Moving into 6B

After finding your dream apartment in the paper, you decide to take the change and move in.

Month two (June): What dreams are made of

You have a very interesting dream about Syverson...

Month three (July): Letters to Juliet

You decide to write a letter to Syverson

Month four (August): Laundry day

You've been so caught up with work and stuff that you've gotten behind on your laundry....maybe you can borrow something from Sy's closet? just this once? What he doesn't know can't kill him, right?

Month five (September): Early bird

Sy comes home from his tour early.

Month six (October): Army nurse

Sy is too grumpy and proud to ask for help, so you do what needs to be done.

Month seven (November): shower me with love

Sometimes, a cold shower is needed.

Month eight (December): Sticky fingers (coming soon)

Sy notices some of his hoodies have gone missing. What on earth could you be doing with all those hoodies?...

Month nine (January): Night owl (Sy's POV)(coming soon)

Sy went out for drinks with his friends and comes home late.

Month ten (February): Date night (coming soon)

Your neighbor Mason from the apartment above you asked you out on a date...

Month eleven (March): baby, please don't go (coming soon)

Tension gets high in apartment 6B

Month twelve (April): a year in apartment 6B (coming soon)

It's been a year since you moved in and a lot has changed...

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[princessphilly]

It’s about to be my birthday in 9! days!!

So, it’s time to celebrate but in a Different way.

I want to give the gifts, 🥳🤣

Pick out of these guys:

Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Robert “Bob” Floyd

Ari Levinson

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Nick Fowler

Lloyd Hansen

Walter Marshall

Thor Odinson

Charles Brandon

Captain Syverson

And pick either

Sweet

Steamy

Angst

And I’ll post a 100-150 word smutty drabble for you!

Inbox is open if you are interested!

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[ellethespaceunicorn]

Why am I cackling so hard at this big lug? I love me some him.

Loopy

“Mrs. Syverson?” I was on my feet the instant the doctor called my name, one hand on my slowly rounding belly as I locked eyes with him.

“Everything went great. He’s coming out of anesthesia right now. You two can leave as soon as he can walk again.”

“Can I see him?” I asked hopefully, relieved when the doctor motioned for me to follow after him. I engaged my turbo waddle as I trailed after the quick paced doctor, hoping to ease my anxieties by seeing him for myself.

Getting called from the school saying that he had collapsed at work had been one of the most terrifying experiences I’d ever had. The stubborn man hadn’t spoken a word to me about being in any pain. If he had just said something I could have taken him much earlier. By the time he had been rushed into emergency surgery his appendix had been set to burst.

For the first time since receiving the call, I felt myself truly relaxing when I saw his somewhat delirious face.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” I asked softly as I approached the battle hardened man, his somewhat unfocused eyes turning to look at me as a lopsided smile crossed his face. 

“Better now, Sugar.” He hummed, shooting a failed wink my way. “What are you doing later?”

“I see taking care of my incapacitated husband in my immediate future.” I giggled, his face falling at my declaration.

“Oh… you’re married…”

“Yes, I am. I’m also very pregnant.”

“Holy shit, you are!” He gasped, looking at my swollen stomach for the first time. “Well, congrats Mrs. So-and-so. Your husband is a lucky man.”

“Sy… do you know who my husband is?” I asked, realization beginning to dawn on me.

“Is he the president?” Syverson asked after a short pause, turning wide blue eyes up to look at me in awe.

“Not quite. Its you, silly. YOU are my husband.”

“I’m what now?” He asked, grimacing as he sat up. “We’re married?!”

“Yes, darling. We are.” I confirmed, trying to suppress my laughter. 

“Wait… that means we’re having a baby!” He gasped, a giant smile splitting his face as he processed the news for the second time.

“Yes we are. Would you like to try and get dressed now?”

“Wait… where are my clothes? Why is my ass out? This is stupid.”

“It is. Here, let’s get this gown off.”

“It’s not even a fancy gown. I hate this thing.” He pouted, as he began to struggle with the ties holding the fabric around his neck. 

“Let’s get you out of it, then.” I offered, easily tugging the strings apart and letting the hospital gown fall from his broad frame into his lap. They had to shave a good portion of his normally fuzzy tummy to perform the surgery. He was going to be pissed about that later, but at least the incision didn’t look like it was too large. 

“Wait, I… I’m naked.” He mumbled, holding the blankets in a death grip when I tried to push them aside. “That’s… not in front of a lady. I’m… I’m a good boy.”

“Yes you are, but we are married, remember?”

“Oh yeah.” He laughed, wincing when it that pulled on his stitches. 

“So I’m gonna take the blanket off now so you can get dressed.” I explained, carefully tugging the sheets free when he relaxed his hold on them. I handed him his shirt first, laughing to myself when he managed to get lost inside the fabric momentarily, only to triumphantly poke his head out a second later.

“Boo!” He barked out, groaning around his laughter at his own joke as he shoved his bulky arms through the sleeves, whining when he had to raise his right arm. With my help we managed to get his pants back on. For once, I was thankful for his habit of skipping underwear. One less thing to struggle with. I placed his boots in front of him.

“Honey… Honey no.” I sighed, watching him clumsily shove his feet into his boots. “Those are on the wrong feet.”

“But… these are my only feet.” Sy whispered, turning sad, worried eyes up to me.

“That’s not what I… you know what, forget it. Let’s just get you home.”

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