Not Me Having Never Seen Or Heard Any Of This Valuable Information I Fucking Love Tumblr Okay But Where

Not me having never seen or heard any of this valuable information 😂😂😂😂 I fucking love Tumblr 😂😂 okay but where do y'all find this information?!? Somebody tell me please

So I was reading through some old Lipstick Ally threads regarding Henry and someone was recounting an old story from a hook up with Henry from years ago and apparently he's noisy in the sheets, moans a lot, he's generally very good and described as a "giver", and apparently big, thick and uncut. He likes to ‘experiment’ in sex. He likes to lead and is dominant but in a gentle way. He likes it ‘gentle’ rough. Girl, I need several moments, I don't think I'm going to get anything done today!

Oh god. I need a moment.

I read something like that long ago in an old message board. Someone said that he is REALLY good in oral and gets off from having a woman squirm and make her come hard. And yes it was also mentioned that he is dominant and kinda rough.

I KNEW my theory of him based on all the Tudors sex scenes is correct and that he is HELLA noisy. Fuck yes, that’s the biggest turn on for me.

And gentle rough basically means that good possessive sex when he bottoms out inside you and grinds you.

💦💦💦💦

Oof daddy...

Yes, professor

A/N: I watched Sandcastle. I’m ruined.

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Pairings: College!Professor!Cap. Syverson x female reader (no descriptiors)

Warnings: SMUT (minors DNI, please), p in v, fingering, dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics, creampie, unprotecetd sex, language, age gap (reader is over 18)

Everybody knew Professor Syverson. There wasn’t a soul on campus, who didn’t - even the new students knew about him, and hushed whispers about him rang through the halls at all times.

Mostly the women talked about his thighs, his arms and his crooked smile. He was a retired captain from the army and got a tenure to teach modern history 1 at your college, and had apparently made the entire faculty and student body lose their collective minds.

You hadn’t been to a class of his yet, but you knew him. He was a force in the hallways, a big, somewhat scary demeanour that made people in the halls part like the red sea. He was handsome in that brooding, bulking way and you had spotted him several times having to go through doorways sideways. He terrified you slightly. A lot of people also said he was a hard professor, both to impress but also in his teachings - he took no shit, no being late, nothing and you had wondered if the military ever really left anybody.

So when your finally got your classes for this semester, you had groaned and instantly regretted to take the stupid class in the first place, but when you signed up, i was professor Castle who had taught, a gentle, sweet man in his late 50’s.

You decided to at least try to join a class or two before asking to be transferred to another class. There was no reason to write it off before you’d even tried it.

The only problem now? You were late. By ten minutes. You had rushed through the halls, chest heaving and now, as you stood in front of the door to the lecture hall, you were seriously considering just skipping it.

Instead you grabbed the handle and pushed the door open, stepping inside and hurried to an empty seat - which, of course, only was on the front rows. Wonderful.

“Miss Y/L/N, did you not read my mail?” His voice rang clear as day through the hall. It was stern and dark, and he hadn’t even looked up from his papers. You grimaced and sat down, wondering briefly how he knew your name before remembering his list of students - you were probably the only one who wasn't present as he called out names.

“Sorry.” “Not good enough. I’ll let it slide for this time…” He looked to you, stopping himself mid sentence as his eyes roamed your chest and face, a devious smile playing at the corner of his lips. “But I’ll need you to see me in my office after hours.” You nodded and bit your lip. Great, not even a week into the semester, and you were already going to get written up.

“Think you can manage getting there on time?” Your face was burning.

“Yes, sir.” “Good girl.” Your breath hitched at the voice it almost sounded like praise and his southern drawl made his voice smoother than whiskey.

“Now, back to the Second Congo War…”

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You had been writhing in your seat during the full lecture. He kept glancing at you, that fucking smile on his lips, exposing his teeth slightly and it made you feel hot every time you saw a flash of his fucking fangs. He must’ve known how you were feeling, because he constantly called on you and you were wildly unprepared for a quiz.

His arms were bulging against the buttoned, light blue shirt he was wearing, and a part of you wondered if a quick movement would rip the fabric in half as he crossed his arms and leaned against the desk in the middle of the room. You kept zoning out, focusing more on his arms, thighs and that one goddamn vein in his neck that kept popping out.

He had caught you staring a few times and each time, a smirk had graced his lips and he had cleared his throat, making your cheeks burn and you to look down as quickly as you could.

“Alright, get caught up to the reading, I’ll have your goddamn heads if you show up unprepared tomorrow. Y/L/N, down here.” He said as the class finished beckoning you down with a finger, his eyes on the papers on the table. You walked down to him, painfully aware of your bare legs and the triangle of slick that had gathered in your underwear during class.

“Ms. Y/L/N.” He looked at you with a lifted eyebrow. “I don’t tolerate students being late.” He said, sitting down and crossing his leg over his knee, leaning back - he looked fucking dangerously sinful. “I’m sorry, I got lost in the hall…” You started. “I don’t care. If I have class, you’re here.” You nodded. “If I call your name, you better answer correctly, darlin’, or I’ll have your ass.” You felt your cheeks heat up yet again. “Yes, sir.” His eyes gleamed. “My office. 30 minutes.” He dictated and you didn’t dare do anything else but nod again. “Yes, sir.”

He dismissed you with a wave of his hand and you quickly left, cheeks on fire and an unsettling heat in your stomach.

You went straight to the bathroom, splashing water on your face and adjusted your shirt. “Get it the fuck together.” You whispered to yourself before rushing to the cafeteria and bought a bottle of water, chugging it and glanced at the clock. You might as well be early.

You sat on the wooden chair outside of his office, watching the time tick away, and a minute before time was up, you stood, smoothed your skirt down, drew a deep breath and knocked.

“Yes?” His voice rang out. You walked inside and shut the door behind you. “Lock it.” You followed orders, although you were unsure why.

He had shed his blue shirt and sat in a tattered Lynyrd Skynyrd t-shirt that splayed across his chest - it looked like it was about to pop at the seams.

“Sit.” You did and looked at him, your hands folded in your lap. He let his eyes wander your body, resting shortly at the swell of your breasts. He stood up and leaned over the desk, his face inches from yours. He was intoxicating, his blue eyes hard and a scent of harpics and pine lingered over him.

“Do you know why you’re here?” He asked in a brash voice. You nodded and he narrowed his eyes. “Words.” He practically spat at you.

“Yes, sir.” “Why?” You shifted a little in the chair, and felt your skirt ride up - you saw his eyes quickly dart to the exposed skin.

“I was late.” He hummed and stepped around the desk to stand against it in front of you. “And?” You frowned. And what? “I’m sorry?” He crossed his arms.

“And you weren’t focused or prepared for class.” You sighed. “I’m really sorry, I had an off day, and I…” You trailed off at the glare he sent you. He pushed off of the desk and placed his hands on the chair, capturing you in between his arms.

“I don’t care if you watched your dog die in front of you, you either tell me you aren’t prepared or aren't showing up, or you. Fucking. Show. Up.” His voice was dangerously low.

“Yes, sir.” He drew a deep breath and sent you a smirk that made you squeeze your thighs together - which didn’t go unnoticed by him. He chuckled darkly.

“Am I making you feel some type of way, Y/L/N?” you bit your lip. “Sir, I’m…” He swallowed hard, eyes trained on your heaving chest. “I saw how you were looking at me during class.” He stated. You nodded, not bothering to lie or deny. “You have a dirty mind, Y/N?” He asked in a low voice, the sound of your name rolling off his tongue made you shiver.

“Yes.” “Yes, what?” His hand was on your arm now. “Yes, sir.” He grinned dangerously and dipped his head to yours, lips almost touching. “Good girl.”

In a fraction of a second, he had you on your feet, turned you around and pushed you against the desk, his hands on your chest - you mewled at the feeling of his rough fingers tugging harshly on your pointed nipples, and his fingertips travelled quickly from your clothed nipples to the top of your shirt. He narrowed his eyes at you.

“Are you attached to this shirt?” “Uhm, a little…” He ripped it straight down the middle and smiled wickedly at you. “Not anymore.” Now, with your breasts free, he attacked you again, fingers nimbly rolling and tugging your nipples as your head fell back and you moaned.

“You’re a fucking dirty girl, aren’t you?” He whispered, letting one hand wander down to the edge of your skirt, inching it up.

“If you don’t want this, you better fucking tell me now, because I aint goin’ back after going up here.” He grumbled, the tips of his fingers grazing your heat. You groaned. “I want this, sir.” You moaned, arching your back.

“You’re fucking dripping.” He rumbled and pushed you to sit on the desk, spreading your legs and pushing your thong to the side, slipping a finger inside of you and without pause, he started to pump his finger, curling it against your g-spot.

You felt dirty, halfway laying, halfway sitting on his desk, spread out in front of him, as his mouth found your nipple - you groaned and rolled your hips against his fingers, the sound of your wet, throbbing pussy almost filling the room.

“Shit…” He said, grabbing your hair and forcing you to look at him as he added another thick finger, his eyes boring into yours.

“You want to be fucked by your professor?” he asked lowly, dragging against your walls. You nodded and he pounded his fingers in you, making you gasp soundlessly. The palm of his hand rested on your clit, pressing down on it and your legs twitched around him, close to falling into pleasure. “What did I fucking tell you, dirty girl?” He growled, pressing harder down on your clit as he impaled you on his fingers. “Fuck!” You couldn’t focus on what he wanted from you, feeling yourself teetering on the edge, almost exploding in pleasure. “Use. Your. Fucking. Words.” Every word was punctuated by another deep plunge into you.

“Yes! Yes, fuck me, please!” You gritted through your teeth. “Want to come on my fingers, darlin’?” he almost commanded you to do it. “Yes…” “Yes, what?” He growled. You rolled your hips against him, every nerve in you was on fire.

“Fuck, yes, sir!” He picked up the pace and bit your bottom lip, pulling at it slightly before letting it go and his eyes burned into you.

“Come for me.” You exploded around his fingers, feeling yourself gush over his fingers as you moaned and writhed under him, riding your orgasm out on his fingers shamelessly.

He didn’t give you time to come down, but slid his fingers out from you and grabbed your hips, lifting you from the desk and turning you over, bending you over the desk as he pushed your skirt up, bundling it on your hips and pushed your chest down into the cool wood.

“You’re dripping for me, huh?” He whispered. You moaned as you heard his zipper go, and your body tensed in anticipation.

“I’m goin’ to fucking punish you now.” He growled, his hand falling on your exposed ass, eliciting a squeal from you. He wasn’t holding back.

“Count ’em.” He rumbled as his hand went harshly to your ass, once, twice, five and ten times. At the end, your slick was almost running down your legs and tears were welling in your eyes. He chuckled. “Want me?” He was so fucking collected, it almost made you angry. “Yes, sir, please.” Your voice was needy as he pushed the tip against your folds. “You’re so wet, you like bein’ punished, huh?” You could hear his smirk. “By you, sir.” You were skirting a line, you shouldn’t, and you knew it. He groaned and pushed into you, stretching you to an uncomfortable degree. “Fuck, you’re too big…” You moaned as he forced his length deeper, but he just chuckled. “You’ll take me.” He rumbled and pushed against your cervix. He moaned, the sound sending flames licking up and down your skin, and he didn’t give you time to adjust - he began dragging his length against your walls in a speed that was impossible for you to handle. Filthy sounds rolled from your mouth as he fucked you hard with his thick cock, his groans matcing you. His fingers went to your nipples and tugged them harshly. You bucked under him and he picked up the pace.

His left hand went to your ass, cupping, grabbing and diggin his fingers into it, and his hips stuttered against you. “I’m going to fill you, and you’re going to take it, hear me?” He mumbled between moans, rutting hard against you. “Yes, sir.” He groaned and leaned over you, his chest flush with your back and his teeth found your sensitive skin right at the junction of your throat and shoulder. You mewled and bucked your hips, the orgasm slamming into you as a freight train.

He roared as he came, filling you with his spend fucking you until your legs buckled under you. He pulled out, chuckling at the sight of your spent hole, throbbing and leaking. He smacked your ass for good measure before zipping his pants.

You pulled your skirt down and sighed unhappily at the sight of your ruined shirt. You were going to have a shitty time walking through campus. He quirked his eyebrow at you and handed you his blue shirt. You looked at it, dumbfounded.

“It’s just a shirt.” You took it with a small smile.

“Thank you, sir.” He cupped your face in his hand and finally kissed you. It was soft and surprisingly chaste considering his cum was currently leaking out of you.

“You can call me Logan when we’re here.”

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Summary: The reader is having the worst day. Her boyfriend cheated on her so she goes to have a few drinks, hoping to numb the pain. That’s when she meets an interestingly handsome stranger with a unique solution to her problem.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (1st person pov; Y/N used)

Word Count: 4954 (sorry not sorry)

Ratings/Warnings: M for Mature, E for Explicit. Strong language. Dirty talk. Oral (male receiving). Smut (P in V).

Author’s note: This is my first Henry Cavill character fanfic. I am trying to see if reposting under different tags may help reach readers out there because the many times I have posted this, it seems it doesn't show up or no one knows it exists (or maybe it's just that terrible...I don't know). I figured I'd just try again.

Inspired by "Fuck Away the Pain" by Divide the Day

The alcohol burned all the way down my throat as I scrunch my face in displeasure of the feeling. I breathed in deep as the heat dissipated, allowing my eyes to open and stare at the empty glass. I caught the bartender’s eye, signaling to him I wanted another as soon as he was able. He nodded and I returned my gaze to the empty shot glass. I felt the warmth of the liquor raging in my veins, a relaxing feeling as I willed the pain to burnout with the tingling sensation. Unfortunately, the hatred and anger I felt at that moment were still blazing deep in my belly. I heard my phone ring and immediately grabbed it to turn the damn thing off, shoving it into my back pocket to forget about it. The bartender set another shot in front of me, trading it for the empty glass. I pulled some cash out of my jeans pocket and slid it to him, nodding a thank you.

I swirled the amber liquid in the shot glass, watching it slosh around before I knocked it back. This time the burn was a little less intense but I welcomed it. I set the empty shot glass down on the bar a little harder than I intended, letting the warmth spread further through me.

“Penny for your troubles, darlin’?” a deep voice said, pulling me from my moment. I turned my head to a man who I hadn’t realized was there. But honestly with all the fury I was feeling, it didn’t surprise me at all that I was so narrow sighted at the moment. All I was focused on was drowning out the pain. The man was tall (judging by how much taller he was than me sitting in the seat) with the lightest blue eyes I’d ever seen, dark hair cropped military short, and a dark clean cut beard. He’s skin was a deep tan from a brutal sun (the military cut made me think he’d been potentially stationed in the desert) and had arm muscles nearly as big as my head. He wasn’t unattractive by any means, but was looking for trouble if he thought he was going to try to take me home.

“Bad day,” I said sarcastically, hoping perhaps he would take a hint.

“Must’ve been real bad if it required back to back shots,” he replied. I feigned a smile as I signaled to the bartender to bring me another shot.

“The worst. Now, if you don’t mind-” I began.

“I do. Cause I can tell you whatever solution you’re looking for isn’t at the bottom of a shot glass,” he said. I sighed and shook my head.

“Wow. Brains and brawn. Tell me, do you know a thing about me? Cause I am guessing you don’t, so how about you piss off and mind your own damn business?” I snapped. He chuckled.

“Touche,” he said. “Look, I’m sorry. You looked like you were maybe in need of someone to listen. Just wanted to offer my help if I could. You seem like a tough cookie but sometimes we could all use a fresh perspective.”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, sliding another few bills to the bartender.

“You don’t even know me, so you can’t possibly help me. But thanks for the offer,” I said as I picked up the shot and stared at it.

“Try me,” he said after a few moments. I glared at him. As cute as he was, he was getting on my nerves. When I didn’t say anything, he reached out his hand and gently pushed my arm down to set the shot glass on the bar top.

“Look, all I’m saying is that I’ve been where you were once with pain so intense you just wanted to numb it. You look like you could use someone to vent to and I am offering, darlin,” he said. I turned my gaze towards his blue eyes which in retrospect was probably my biggest mistake (I’ll admit, I was a sucker for blue eyes). He seemed genuine, no ill intent. He may have wanted to flirt but took in the fact that I had downed two shots in less than ten minutes probably warned him. Still, he was a complete stranger and the fact that he was being kind said a lot. I turned my eyes away and sighed, gathering my thoughts and trying to stifle the urge to scream. I turned myself toward him, my lips pursed together, deciding to just be straightforward.

“I caught my boyfriend cheating on me,” I began. “We fought, of course, you know, how could he do this? Suddenly it was my fault. He couldn’t help his baser instincts, yadda yadda, and it meant nothing. It wasn’t something he planned for.”

The stranger’s face dropped as I scrambled to sum up my troubles and for a moment my heart started sinking, that sickly feeling knotting up in my stomach.

“Please don’t tell me you’re sorry that it’s happening to me, that it’s awful and you can’t believe that douchebag is cheating on such a pretty thing like me. I hate that,” I said quickly, hoping to cut him off before anything akin to that fell out of his mouth. He shook his head.

“Wasn’t going to. But it is shitty. And he’s definitely not worthy of you,” he said, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his chair. “I’d say you’re better off.”

I chuckled.

“That’s what I told him. Now he’s prostrating himself, trying to get me back,” I said. He ran his tongue along the front of his bottom teeth, his tongue pushing his lower lip out as he did so, vexed as if he knew my ex was going to do these things.

“Even if you know you are better off, it still hurts, huh? Like how could he do such a thing and make you waste your time on him like that? You cared and were invested and he threw it all away,” he said. I lifted an eyebrow.

“Are you some sort of psychic?” I asked. He laughed loudly from deep in his belly, the kind of laugh that you knew was genuine.

“No, darlin but that was great. I haven’t laughed like that in a long time,” he said, his smile bright pearly white and oh so intoxicating. Shit, I only had two shots, right?

“I’ve been known to be hilarious by accident,” I mused. He snorted.

“You just have perfect timing,” he said. “I’m also going to guess you’re holding back the real thing that’s bothering you though. You’re frustrated. Because he’d been neglecting you and suddenly now he jumps into bed with the closest woman and it’s left you, shall we say, unsatisfied?”

“Excuse me?” I asked, unsure I heard him right.

“I’m sorry. I was being bold without talking you through it. I said I could help. I’m offering the solution you won’t find in the bottom of those shots,” he said with a cocksure grin.

“Wow...and just when I thought you might actually be a good guy. You go and prove you really are an asshole,” I said with mild disgust.

“Never said I wasn’t. Just being honest,” he said with a chuckle.

“Great. Thanks, jackass,” I said, taking the shot glass and downing the whiskey, not even taking in the burning sensation. I got up from my chair, ready to walk away when he suddenly grabbed my arm.

“Use me,” he said, his voice deep.

“What?!” I sputtered.

“Use me. Take your pain out on me,” he said.

“Are you fucking crazy? Do I look like a whore to you?” I snapped.

“Maybe. And no,” he said.

“Is this how you find one night stands? Seek out women who seem troubled and offer them a solution?!” I snarked.

“No. Not usually. Look, call me what you will, but don’t tell me you aren't intrigued. Use me to take your frustrations out on. No strings attached, no motive, no questions. I promise I am not a psycho and I’m clean. I know I can prove you deserve better.”

I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol and his words but things lower clenched involuntarily and I felt myself growing wet at the mere thought. Was it really that easy?

“Y/n!” I heard a familiar voice. The stranger’s grip softened as he felt me stiffen at the sound of the voice. Oh fuck...this just keeps getting better.

“Please, baby, just hear me out,” my ex lamented as he jogged up to me, suddenly taking in the situation that had unfolded.

“Y/N?” my ex asked, looking between me and the stranger confused. He still hadn’t let go of my arm and instead, slipped his hand to my elbow, rubbing it softly. “Who’s this?”

The tall man let go of my elbow and stood up to face my ex.

“Captain Syverson, Special Forces. You must be the ex boyfriend,” he said.

“N-no. I am her boyfriend,” he said. “Y/n, please tell him we just need to talk and work it out.”

My ex glanced at me, almost pleading with me to just come back to him as if he didn’t just do the worst thing ever.

“She doesn’t need to. She’s already told me a great deal. In fact, we were just on our way out,” Captain Syverson interjected, lifting an eyebrow to me. Something about the way he was handling my ex made me wet enough I could feel a spot soaking into my panties.

“She’s not going anywhere until we talk about this and work it out,” he said. I could feel the anger rise at his words, the alcohol roaring in my veins only ensuring the courage to give him a piece of my mind at that moment.

“Work what out?!” I snapped. “You cheated on me. I ended the relationship. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got more important things to do.”

Captain Syverson reached for my hand and I willingly took it as he led me away from my ex.

“You’re making a fucking mistake, Y/N!”

“The only mistake she’d be making is if she would give you a second chance so you could further disappoint her. Fuck off,” Captain Syverson yelled back as we continued walking out the door and into the parking lot. I breathed a sigh of relief as we got out into the open and away from him.

“The offer still stands. You don’t have to do anything. I can walk you to your car and that would be that. But I hope you will sincerely think about it,” he said. I stopped walking and yanked his arm back to me. He turned to me, confused until I pressed my lips to his. He didn’t hesitate pulling my hair back and taking control of the kiss, his hands cradling my face as he deepened it, swallowing my eager moans. A very small part of me hoped my ex saw the passionate kiss in the middle of the parking lot, hoping it would convey the message that I wouldn’t be coming back. The rest of me didn’t give a fuck as the only real thing I wanted in that moment was the promise of Syverson under me. He pulled away from me, both of us gasping for breath as he muttered a “fuck” under his breath.

“My truck’s this way. I don’t live very far. Think you can make it, Y/N?” he grinned. I smiled back at him.

“Lead the way Captain,” I sighed.

“Call me Sy, honeybee,” he replied as he tugged my hand along with him, bringing me to the side of a black pickup where he opened the door and helped me up and in the cab.

Ten minutes later, he had my back against the wall in the foyer of his place as he heatedly pressed his lips to mine, pawing at my shirt as he pulled it up and over my head.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he rasped in my ear as he sharply nipped the fleshy lobe. I cried out, my hips grinding against his, seeking friction against his growing hardness. He pulled my black bra down, pinching and pulling at the beaded nipple.

“Fuck, Sy...ye--yes!” I whimpered as he pinched and twisted the nipple slightly, feeling the current of pleasure zing straight through me, making my clit throb.

“MMM...such a good little thing you are. I want so badly to fuck you into submission, but I believe I did promise you the honor,” he moaned in my ear. I grinned, looking at him through hooded eyes.

“Working me up never hurts…” I whimpered against his lips, taking his lower full lip between my teeth and nipping softly. He chuckled as he kissed my neck.

“Think you can break me, honeybee?” he asked mischievously.

“Guess we’ll find out when I stretch my tight little pussy over your thick cock, won’t we?” I replied.

“Oooh...fuck…a dirty girl, yeah? That might just be my kryptonite, darlin,” he cooed as he bit my neck. I reached between us, grazing my hand firmly over the outline of his cock under his jeans, my pussy clenching as he cursed and groaned at the sensation. I moved my other hand down to the button of his jeans and made quick work to undo them, slipping my hands underneath them. My left hand moved to his hip as my right massaged his bulging cock, feeling him flex against my fingers. I cupped him as I stroked him up and down, relishing every gasp falling from his mouth. I leaned in and kissed his lips, swallowing his whimpers as I continued massaging him.

“I wanna see what I’m working with...wanna put my mouth on it,” I whispered.

“Oh fuck...please,” he whined, quickly yanking his jeans and underwear down. I gasped as I watched his cock spring forth from it’s confines, curling upward to his belly. I felt a gush of warm wetness seep from my core, drenching my panties as I imagined sinking down on top of him. He was definitely bigger than my ex and I wondered if it would fit fully in me. I knelt down, gripping him in my hand as I gently stroked the velvety shaft up and down, taking my time to see how he ticked. I watched as he bucked his hips up into my hand, as if to try and speed up my pace. I flicked my tongue softly under the purplish red head, tasting a tiny bit of his tangy, salty essence. I moaned, seeking more of the precum oozing from the slit on the tip, tentatively sucking the tip into my mouth to savor his flavor. He moaned loudly, his head rolling back as I worked to take a little more of the bulbous head into my mouth, my hand still stroking at a steady pace.

“Fu-fuck! Fuck darlin, you’re gonna kill me. More- I need more!” he moaned as he settled his hand on the back of my head.

“In time, Sy. I’m enjoying learning what makes you tick. It turns me on,” I teased him.

“Oh God! Fuck, you really are going to be the death of me with all this filthy talk of what you’re gonna do. Please, baby girl, I need...I need...I need you to take a little more of me in that heavenly mouth of yours,” he whimpered. I smiled as I started sucking in the tip again, loving how I was making him desperate for more. He wanted me to use him..now he’s going to suffer as I brought him apart while learning what he likes. Perhaps he can get his revenge if there is a round two...My cunt clenched, wetness shamelessly seeping from me. Fuck, just the thought of him taking me again and again was making me needy and ravenous. I sucked more of his cock into my mouth, pausing once he nudged the back of my throat. He flexed, a low moan escaping his lips as I waited for his swelling member to steady. I swallowed around him as I relaxed my throat and jaw as much as possible.

“Fuck!” he hissed, his hand cupping the back of my head to hold me there. I smiled around his throbbing cock as I steadily set a pace, drawing him out and sucking him in. I could feel his hand flex, he was fighting to keep from forcing my head further down and gagging me, though I could tell he wanted to. I wiggled my tongue against the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft, his breath hitched as he groaned, pulling back and sliding himself back in as if to fuck my mouth.

“Oh God! You’re good at this...gonna make me fucking lose it!” he moaned and then suddenly gasped as I swallowed around the bulbous head. I moaned around him as I drew back, watching as the vibrations nearly brought him to his knees. I could feel him getting ever closer, his pants and cries intensifying as I drew back and released him. He whimpered at the loss of my mouth around him, looking down to see the need in my eyes. As much as I wanted to suck him dry, I needed to feel him inside me. My core was throbbing to the point of pain, needing something to tighten around to alleviate it.

“I need to feel this cock in me,” I said, trying to sound seductive as opposed to needy. Sy immediately pulled me to stand as he fiercely kissed my lips. As he pulled away I smiled, quite surprised he had done that.

“Well you’re not worried about tasting yourself on my lips are you?” I mused as I lifted an eyebrow. Sy lifted an eyebrow in response as he chuckled.

“Why should I be, honeybee? Any man who recoils from it obviously doesn’t understand that sex is just that. It’s gonna get messy, it’s gonna be dirty, it’s going to be a give and take. At least I know where I’ve been,” he said. He flashed a grin and kissed me hard, his hands working to undo the button on my jeans. He pushed them down over my hips and let them pool around my ankles as he laughed at the sight of my Deadpool underwear. He sucked his lower lip between his teeth and held it, a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“I take it you have a thing for smart mouths,” he teased as reached around to unclasp my bra.

“You could say that,” I said as he slipped the bra straps down my shoulders. I allowed the garment to slip off with his fingers as he dragged it down and flicked it onto the growing pile on the floor as he sucked in a sharp breath.

“I must have been irresistible to you then darlin’,” he drawled and I swear my heart stopped at the sound. This man was going to be my undoing. He chuckled as he pulled me in closer.

“Hop up,” he commanded as he tapped my waist. I hopped up and wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his hard cock nudge firmly against my aching clit. I whimpered as he turned to head to what I assumed was a bedroom...or at least somewhere a little more private. He kicked the door closed behind him, walking a few more steps before bending down to lay me on a soft mattress. Licking his lips, he pinned me to the bed as his mouth devoured mine in a searing kiss while he ground his hips into mine. I whimpered and moaned into the kiss as his cock slipped up and down my clothed slit, bumping my aroused and eager clit.

“I love the sounds you make, darlin’. I can’t help myself,” he practically purred in my ear. The goosebumps pricked my skin at his drawl and I was certain my underwear was now completely soaked.

“Sy...please,” I cried. He chuckled, nipping my neck and sitting up, pulling me to him. His fingers laced in mine as he brought my hands to his chest.

“Touch me. Use me. Show me where it hurts, honeybee,” he husked as I gently stroked my fingers through his chest hair. I leaned in to kiss him, slowly at first, letting it ignite a small spark that grew more heated with each passing second. His hand drew up to my cheek, holding me steady there as my tongue swept his lower lip in a bid for access to his mouth. Eagerly his lips parted and out tongues met, tangoing across one another as the kiss deepened. Sy gasped as I pulled away, nipping his lower lip between my teeth. I gently pressed my hands into his chest and he obediently rolled to the side and on his back, watching me as I rolled back to discard my underwear. I rolled back up and straddled him, his dick nudging my clit just right while I slipped back and forth above him.

“Fuck! Baby girl,” he husked as I took his cock into my hands, stroking him up and down to slick him up. He moaned when I lined him up with my entrance, slowly and steadily lowering myself on him. Once the head was fully inside me, I threw my head back and moaned at the sensation. He was thick and the initial stretch still stung, but he didn’t rush me, though I could feel him straining to resist. As if he could sense the hesitation, his hands came to my hips, barely firm on the skin as he steadied me.

“That’s it baby girl. Take your time. Go slow. I can handle it,” he encouraged as I began to lower myself further.

“Fuck, Sy. So good,” I hissed as the pain gave way to pleasure with the stretch. When I got about midway, I lifted myself until the head just rested inside and lowered myself again, repeating the action over and over until he was fully sheathed in me. I paused momentarily, allowing myself to acclimate to the incredible fullness before the urge to move became unbearable. I lifted and lowered myself on his cock a few times before I began swiveling my hips around in a figure eight motion as I rode him. His hands stayed light on my hips, not digging his fingers in yet as he patiently allowed me to control the moment. His eyes locked with mine, straying only for a moment here and there to watch as my breasts bounced with each motion.

“Sy…touch me please,” I begged. One hand came up to palm my breast, kneading it as he worked his fingers to pinch the nipple, causing me to cry out at the intensity of the electric jolt that powered through me and causing my clit to throb and my pussy to clench.

“Oh fuck!” he groaned as he pinched my nipple again, harder this time. “You like that don’t you?”

I nodded frantically, a strangled moan escaping my lips as I clenched around him again at the sensation of him pinching me harder. I reached one hand down and grabbed his other hand still on my hip, fingers now gripping me with each swing of my hips. I pulled it down and guided it to my clit, tentatively showing him with my fingers how I liked to be touched. Once he figured out the rhythm and pattern, he moved his fingers beneath my own to start circling the bud in his own way. I pressed my palms to his chest as I picked up pace while he continued to circle the straining nub. He pinched my nipple every so often to watch me hiss and jerk at the sting as my pussy fluttered around his cock.

"That’s it baby. Take it out on me," he praised. I could feel everything in me rushing towards euphoric release as I ground my hips into his. He was hitting every right spot deep within and I couldn’t help the whimpers and moans escaping my lips. I was thankful he had his own place though I knew I wouldn't give a fuck if his neighbors could hear me. He felt too damn good for me to even begin to be embarrassed.

“I love those noises you make,” he gritted out as he began slipping his fingers over my clit. The feeling of near overstimulation made me whine as I bucked against him.

“Don’t stop! So c-c-close!” I groaned as the coil tightened to near breaking deep within me.

“That’s it, honeybee. Come on….cum for me!” he rasped as he pinched and pulled my nipple. The jolt I felt from his ministrations simultaneously with my nipple and my clit was the key to my undoing as the coil snapped and everything around me burst bright white as I came, screaming his name and steadying myself on his chest. It was all I could do to focus as I struggled to breathe through the racing of my heart. It was unlike anything I had experienced before as I felt like I was floating out of my body with the heady haze. I felt like a part of me I didn’t know existed had been unlocked and suddenly I was overcome with the need to pursue this newfound sexual desire. I leaned in to capture Sy’s lips in a hungry passionate kiss, pulling back as he chased my lips. I pressed a soft kiss to them as I drew back further, a cheeky grin tugging at the corners of my mouth. He cupped the back of my head in his hand as he pushed me down to him, taking my lips with his with equal zeal.

“Fuck me, Sy. I need it,” I sighed between kisses. He pulled back, his eyes darkened as he studied me for a moment. He nipped my lower lip as he smiled, pulling back to hold my face between his palms.

“Need me to fuck you until you fully forget?” he cooed. I ground my hips down on him, my pussy still tingly from my orgasm, squeezing my muscles around his still hard and throbbing cock.

“Yeah,” I husked, reveling in the feeling of fullness with him deeply seated in me. “I need it hard and fast, baby.”

He immediately brought his hands to the globes of my ass, gripping them tight as he pushed me up while he began thrusting up into my pussy hard and fast. My mouth dropped in a silent scream as his dick hit the sweet spot within me.

“Oh fuck…fuck…Sy!” I whined, my head dropping back.

“That’s right. Touch yourself for me. I can feel you getting close again,” he gritted. I smoothed my hand down my body, feeling like a goddess in this position above him as I swept my fingers between my folds and began circling the hard button of nerves. I cried out at the jolt of electric energy that surged within me as I felt my core tighten around him and continued chasing that sensation. My clit twitched between my fingers, knowing in mere moments I’d be to the peak, watching as Sy gasped, moaning with a staccato breath as he could feel the pulsing of my walls around him.

“Fuck! Fuuck! That’s it, baby!” he gritted out. My release shattered around me as I came screaming again, fighting to keep the rhythm of my fingers going while my pussy clamped around him. His hips stuttered as he fought to hold on and keep pace, clenching his teeth as he whimpered.

“Shit! baby girl you’re milking me…I don’t think I can hold on much longer..” he gasped. I whined at his words, feeling his cock twitch and flex within me and knew it was only a matter of moments. I continued to rub my clit furiously, overstimulation giving way to an intense pleasure.

“Come in me, Sy. Need you too. Please,” I pleaded as I felt myself involuntarily buck against my ministrations.

“You’re sure?” he gasped. I nodded frantically.

“Birth control,” I managed to breathe. A growl ripped from the back of his throat as I felt his cock swell and pulsate, hot jets of his cum thickly painting my womb. I screamed his name as I felt the sharp intensity of my climax as I gushed around him.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuuck!” he groaned as his thrusts erratically faltered and slowed. His eyes were shut tight, his mouth open in a silent cry as my muscles twitched convulsively around him. I dropped to my forearms as I panted, sweat coating my body as the last flutterings of my release died out. His chest heaved with every breath as he struggled to even the rhythm.

“Fucking hell!” he cried out as his hands caressed my back in soothing patterns. “You’re incredible.”

I smiled lazily into his chest as I drew in as deep of a breath as I could get.

“You have no idea how much I needed this,” I sighed, my eyes feeling a bit heavy.

“Oh but I did, honeybee. C’mere,” he said as he kissed my temple. He gingerly slid me off his chest and rolled onto his side, bringing my back side closer to his chest. He pulled his blankets up around us and wrapped his arm around me.

“Rest, my sweet honeybee. You’re gonna need it,” he whispered in my ear as I felt myself drifting away peacefully, the world going dark.

Tame Me If You Can. (Captain Syverson x You)

Description: Being a beauty with brains, you had enjoyed attention your whole life. So when your neighbour Captain Syverson didn't give in to your charms and brat behavior, refusing to follow you around like a puppy as all the other guys did, the man really started to get on your nerves. And then all of a sudden he just went off to war one day?! Like. Seriously, how dare he?! But now he is finally back and this time around, you are not sure if you can hold back the pent up frustration for much longer. 

Type: Oneshot. 

Disclaimer: I do not own the character Captain Syverson. Contains dark content, you've been warned. This is all fiction and fantasy. Minors do not interact. 

Warning(s): Dash of breeding kink, spit kink, biting, scratching, spanking, brat!reader, brat!tamer Syverson, degradation, manhandling, size kink, age gap (Y/n is a uni student), begging, overstimulation, obvi Dom!Sy, Sub!You (female reader), hair pulling, inspection kink, humiliation, slightly sadistical Sy (?), fingering, cunnilingus, cum play, idk filthy shit. 

Note: I feel like this is a mess but lmao so am I so it's fine ig. Anyways Captain Syverson is a brat tamer who likes it the nastiest it can get and you cannot convince me otherwise thank you.

"Basement, thank you" Captain Syverson sometimes couldn't help his habit of giving out commands even when it wasn't needed or in some cases, welcomed. His teeth trapped a small bit of his bottom lip in between them to confine the smile that was threatening to dominate his features because he knew exactly what was coming next. 

"Don't tell me what to do, this isn't your barracks or whatever" you shot back before rolling your eyes and huffing, begrudgingly punching in the button despite the brat in you telling you to press some other floor purely out of spite. But the laundry basket in your hands would just make you look like an idiot and there was only one of that in this elevator and that wasn't you. 

"Sorry, ma'am" your fists curled at his nonchalant words and you rolled your eyes. 

Just how hard was it for him to give you the attention you craved and quite frankly deserved? Why didn't he follow you around the apartment complex like a lost puppy running your errands for you like the other guys?! 

Other guys that you didn't even want! 

"Your minions didn't do your laundry for you while you were busy saving the world?" You shot his basket a dirty look, scoffing and waiting for him to respond -give in- like your parents always did before handing you whatever it was that you desired. 

The elevator dinged as the doors slid open, granting you access to the basement where there was a common laundry in the middle of the huge space with the storage cells along the sides. Your nostrils flared up when Sy simply snorted at your attempt to provoke him before stepping out of the elevator, once again denying you the attention you so desperately craved as he entered the area with you in tow. 

You couldn't take it anymore, not that you'd ever admit it yourself. Sy had attracted you the first time you saw him with his laid back and composed demeanor, offering you no more than friendly smiles in the hallways and elevators whenever you would run into each other, giving you just enough to stay hooked but not enough so that you were satisfied. 

Being the person that you were, -although you would never admit it to yourself- that became the reason why you would then go on a journey to try to start shit with him every chance you got, failing each time when he'd handle it like an adult while treating you in a way that would make you feel no older than a whiny child instead of giving you the kind of attention you wanted. 

Just what kind of attention you wanted from him you didn't know either and instead of figuring it out like the adult that you were, you had resorted to doing what you did best; bratting. 

"That's it!" You huffed and tossed your basket on the floor before stomping across the room to the washing station Sy was using, standing in front of him with your hands on your hips. "What are you doing?!"

"Huh…?" Taking one earbud off, the military raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to repeat the words his music had blocked out. 

"Ugh!" You snatched his iPod away, only succeeding because he wasn't expecting it. "What is your problem, huh?! What are you doing?!" Slamming the gadget down on one of the washing machines, you turned towards Sy to glare back up at him. 

"Doing my laundry, ma'am…?" His obliviousness fired you up even more. 

"No you're very obviously not!" The man bit his lip at how loud your voice was, taking a silent deep breath to maintain his composure. 

"I am not?" 

"No!" 

"Then what is it that you think I am doing?" Your breath hitched and defiance wavered the moment he placed his hand on the machine next to you and leaned down to get a better look at you, nonchalant to the proximity between your bodies. 

"Y- You… you…" Raising an eyebrow, Sy encouragingly nodded, waiting for you to finish. "Y- You're annoying me!" 

"I am sorry for the inconvenience, ma'am. I will try not to do that" giving you a brief apologetic nod, the man reached for his iPod as his body leaned back to his full stature again. 

"Is it really that fucking hard for you to see?! Are you gay?!" Sy wasn't born yesterday. In fact, he was born a great deal before you. 

Of course he knew. The entire apartment complex did. You did a good job at making your little crush as obvious as it could get. 

He just wanted you to give in and say it. Straightening brats like you was his favorite leisure. 

"See what?" You felt like screaming at this point. He couldn't possibly be serious. 

"You know what, Syverson?" Before rational thoughts and reason could stop you, your smaller hand had already fisted his tank up from the middle as you pulled him towards you -only succeeding because he leaned in himself- before standing on the tips of your toes. "Fuck it." The moment your lips crashed against his and your upper lips got tickled by his beard, you moaned. 

His minty breath tasted so good. 

Your approach was enough to set Syverson off as his bigger and rough hands grabbed at your hips, roughly groping them before he pulled you closer to his hard chest, pushing his tongue in your mouth and exploring the wet cavern. 

The pent up sexual frustration had you both grabbing and clawing at each other wherever you could reach, hungrily eating at each other's mouths and exchanging breaths while your hips grinded together. 

"Fuck-" you panted against his mouth when you had to unwillingly break apart for air at last, whimpering when your body was manhanlded to press against one of the machines. "So you did fucking want me too!" Rolling your eyes, you pushed at his shoulders. "So much for acting all cool and uninterested."

Sy chuckled as his hands felt your body all over. "Rule number one of dealing with brats," flipping you over and pushing down on your upper back so now you were bent over the gadget, a loud squeak escaped you when a sharp spank landed on your ass, causing one of your feet to shoot up in defense. "Don't give them attention" the hairs on your nape rose when he pulled your head back by wrapping one hand around your hair and near his lips before whispering words in your ear from behind, the other one fondling your clothed ass. 

"That's fucking bullshit" another squeak escaped you when a sharper slap accompanied the previous one on your other ass cheek. 

"Watch your language, you brat" rough fingertips hooked in the hem of your short shorts, pausing briefly in their stance for your consent and only stripping the bottom half of your body nude when you nodded and pushed your ass back towards his body. "Now what do we have here" heat pooled up in the base of your stomach as you felt your ovaries flip, goosebumps forming on your skin as he ran his rough fingers down the length of your legs. 

"Mmmm~" you moaned, loving how controlled and small you felt for once where your bratting wasn't being given into, cheeks burning in sweet humiliation when another punishing spank landed on your ass, tiny drops of arousal climbing their way down your entrance. 

"Is this cute ass all mine?" The back of your thighs trembled when you felt Sy spread your legs even more, pulling open your slightly sore cheeks to a point where you felt a slight stretch in your pucker before he took a quick sniff of your sex like an animal, the action making you gasp in surprise as sweat broke out on your skin due to the sensation of his facial hair tickling the skin of your bare behind. "Is it?" Another spank landed when you failed to respond as you were too busy biting back your moans. 

"Y- Yes! Yes! It is!" You whined shamelessly, pouting as you slightly swayed your hips the best you could in his beast-like grip, trying to find yourself some stimulation. 

"Hmm, look at this cute little pucker" Sy chuckled, tracing the said hole and adjusting his crouching position when the tent inside his pants started to poke against its restraints uncomfortably. "And this wet little cock pocket" your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he pushed past your squishy folds and teased your entrance that had only ever been violated by your fingers or a dildo. "Aw, it's blinking for me" your cheeks warmed up in embarrassment. "How cute and surprisingly obedient." 

"Stoop!" You huffed and kicked one of your feet. "Gimme more!" 

Sy cocked an eyebrow, distancing himself from your body before standing back up. "You think you call the shots here?" His laugh was full of mock and disbelief as he landed a set of painful spanks against your ass, gulping down the bile forming in his throat when you yelped and gasped with each hit, Sy grabbing your hair once more when he was satisfied with the dark pink appearing on your skin as a result of the spanking. 

Your arms trembled and jolted away from their place when you felt his warm breath against your ear again, head tipped back to hear him loud and clear by the help of your own hair. "You seem to be mistaken, slut." A strangled cry escaped your dry throat when he squeezed one of your freshly spanked cheeks painfully hard, pressing his teeth down on the skin of your shoulder until you cried once again, murmuring a plea. "Pathetic brats like you don't get to decide what happens to them." His words were harsh in your ear as he grinded his hips against your sore ass, his hard bulge stroking your crack, one hand stroking the inside of your thigh as the other pinched one or your nipples over your shirt. "They welcome whatever comes their way and thank their Master."

"S- Sorry, Sy" you whimpered, the brat backing down because of how powerless you felt against him, slightly turning your head to try and reason with him by using your puppy eyes. "P- Please, more… Need more" this time it was your pussy lips that suffered a painful pinch before scolding words followed. 

"It's sir for brats like yourself, tsk. You really need some training" shaking his head, Syverson spanked you one last time before flipping you back over to face him. "Look at you, so dumb. Still wearing a shirt in front of your Master like a thing such as yourself deserves any form of dignity" your insides were burning from his nasty words, not even your dirtiest fantasies ever having included this. 

But you'd be lying if you said you were complaining. The liquid flowing down your petals was evidence of your arousal. 

"S- Sorry, sir" without thinking twice, you pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it away, panting as your heart threatened to burst through your ribcage, the thumping in your pussy sending its ripples all the way up to your belly and down to your knees. 

"Hm. Not half bad" Syverson nodded as he took a hold of both your breasts, thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples and fingers softly massaging the cushions of flesh. "Tsk, look at you. So shameless and pathetic. All nude in front of me like this in some basements. Such a whore you are, Y/n." His words made you realise the contrast between you two. 

Where Syverson was still fully clothed, you were a heaving and panting nude sweaty mess covered in your own juices. 

"But then again, isn't that why brats like you act up? So they can be stripped down to nothing like they're supposed to be and fucked back intheir rightful place, huh-"

"Then quit your fucking yapping and get to it, why don't you? Talking all big game like you know everything yet standing there like a fucking bitch while just running your mouth like this is your fucking barracks or some shit" you shot back, rolling your eyes and huffing, only not yet knowing that you really shouldn't have challenged him like this. "Just shut up and fuck me already before you've to fucking run off to war for months again, Jesus!" 

You had had enough of his fucking games. 

Syverson's eyes darkened. "Want to be fucked, huh?" 

"No fucking shit, Sherlock." You rolled your eyes again before letting out a loud gasp when you were thrown over his shoulder the very next moment. 

"Oh, I'll fuck you alright." Tapping your warm ass in a promising manner, the man punched his floor number on the elevator, a new kind of quietness present in his tone. Like a calm before a storm. "Also want me to fuck a baby in you, huh? So you know who you belong to when I am not home? So instead of whoring around while your man is at war you look at that growing bump and remember who's seed is growing inside you?" He had actually retired this time around but you didn't have to know that, yet. 

Frustrating you was Captain Syverson's favorite game.

"If you still have it in you, ancient one, sure." A giggle left you when he growled and punishingly bit the side of your thigh, heavy footsteps almost shaking the entire floor as he neared his apartment. 

"You need some serious discipline." Clicking his tongue in distaste, Sy placed you on his bed once you were the inside the foreign apartment and inside the master bedroom, the man kicking his shoes off and crawling on top of you before you could brat anymore, capturing your lips in his and moving you to the middle of the bed, one of his hands manhandling your thighs apart as his body fit itself in the middle. "Mouthy whores are no good."

"Oh yeah?" You challenged dumbly, resting your body on your elbows as a shaky wince left you, shudders gliding down your back one by one when his fingers brushed against your privates. "And what are you gonna do about it, Captain?" Sy snorted to himself knowingly, pushing you until your back was flat against the mattress only to make it arch up towards the ceiling when your folds were provided the friction they so desperately desired. 

Fuck. The man did it so well and better than you. His rough obviously uncared for fingers were much rougher and thicker than your softer and nimble ones, rubbing you in swift circles. 

"O- Ohhh… fuck!" Your left leg trembled as you stared at the ceiling, mouth parted as your torso pushed against the military's face who was kissing and sucking at the tender skin of your chest. "Oh… oh… I am close~!" Having not a lot of experience, you were already chasing your dawning orgasm, hips bucking up in the anticipation of the approaching bliss. 

"Cum" Syverson was slurping his own spit back up from one of your nipples, circling his tongue around it before biting down on the nub, making you cry out as your brain registered faint aches on your chest which were the result of the hickies the older had decorated your skin with. "Cum for me!" A strangled cry escaped you before your insides felt as if they bloomed, the relief of your arousal washing over you from being rubbed alone. 

A few moments passed as you stared at the ceiling, blinking away the stars in your vision while your hips that had subconsciously started to grind against his fingers slowed their movement until they eventually came to a halt. 

"W- What…?" You groggily blinked and looked down when your insides recoiled in defense and legs tried to close in response to your swollen clit still being stimulated but this time dangerously close to your opening. "S- Stooop~" you whined, not really meaning it as a faint torch ignited somewhere in your belly again, lips puffing into a pout when one of Sy's hands firmly pushed your thigh away from his face, causing you to whine out.

"Stop? But I thought you wanted to be fucked." The man innocently tilted his head to the side, totally not looking like a person pushing his first digit inside you would look as the humiliating squelch your pussy made got overshadowed by the yelp you let out, ass trying to move away from the military. 

"S- Sy-" you stopped when he shot you a warning look in form of a wicked and twisted smile, massaging the walls of your damp and tight cavern with his middle finger. "I mean- s- sir~" you pouted and let out another whine, feeling your sweat glands pour out cold liquid all over your body. 

"Don't tell me you've already had enough when I've barely even started?" Sy chuckled at you in disbelief, adding another finger as his thumb started drawing shapes on your folds, causing you to let out a strangled moan as you tried to move away again but who were you kidding, the man was thrice your size! "Wow, you sure are all talk for someone who mocks others for talking big game."

You didn't know whether to ask him to stop or beg him for more at this point. Conflicted between the rising heat between your legs and sweet but punishing sensation inside your walls, you were still trying to decide what you wanted -like Syverson cared- when you felt a blob of his spit land on your overstimulated flesh. 

"W- Wha- ohhh~" your eyes fluttered shut as your head fell back on the soft mattress, fingers gripping the sheets as your toes curled, mouth forming an 'O' which was followed by your hips bucking up when you felt the first swipe of his long tongue lap at the liquid. 

"They better not close" Syverson warned you in a deep and commanding voice, his usual gentle demeanor nowhere in sight as he warningly tapped your cold thigh with his free hand before moving it up north to toy with your breasts, mouth joining his fingers on your overstimulated pussy as he lapped and sucked at the juices and liquids, working you up for his cock because your tiny hole was to rip otherwise.

"O- Oh… oh, please!" You'd never been treated like this before. Both so dominated and pleasured. While the overstimulation made your organs want to double over and shrink, the pleasure building past them as Syverson kissed and sucked at the skin while jabbing three of his fingers all the way up to your sensitive bundle of nerves, his beard tickling your cheeks and petals had you nibbing on your lips in anticipation, heart hammering against its cage. 

An incoherent train of loud whines, moans, pleads, shudders, praises and cries was departing from your lips every moment as you gasped and panted for air, yelling out a profanity when you felt Sy's tongue replace his fingers inside your tight ring of muscles that was more flexible now, still trying to clench around the oral muscle to try and defend the invasion, your eyes hitting the back of your head and chest jutting upwards when you felt the tip of his tongue tickle your special spot.

"OH, FUCK! PLEASE, FUCK!" You shrieked, feeling your stomach flip as your vision blackened once again, the only sensation your body being able to make out the merciless thrusting of Sy's tongue as it fucked you deep and dumb, one of his thumbs abusing your labia the fastest it could, free hand holding your hysteric body down against the mattress by his palm laying flat on your belly. 

By the time Syverson pulled his tongue out after making sure your high had subsided, your hearing had been dominated by a faint whistling, whatever he was saying not really audible to you as you could make out his face as he peppered kisses all over your mouth, giving your lips a long and elaborate lick where he traced their shape. 

"Look at how good you taste, pet" the name didn't fail to tickle your worked up insides as he pushed his cum covered digits in your mouth, watching your flushed and tear stained face smugly as his free hand now worked to unleash his raging hard on. 

You weakly sucked on his digits, whining around them as your eyebrows came together when you felt his wet tip against your entrance. Syverson had distracted you with his little punishment so well that you'd completely forgotten about his cock that your body was both hesitant but at the same excited to take as that had been the main goal all this time. 

"H- Hurts, sir~" you whimpered when his fingers finally unplugged your mouth to allow you to breathe. 

"Oh, I know, my precious bunny" Sy tenderly stroked the hair pieces which were sticking to your face that he adored so much away, his smile so sweet that one would forget that he was about to absolutely destroy them with his cock. "And so there is a little lesson here then, no?" A hiss left you as your shaky hands grabbed at his strong arms, nails pressing into the hard skin when his hips dipped and in went his cock, pushing open your numb walls to make way for itself, the bulging veins pressing soft dents against the flesh. "A lesson to not fucking challenge me."

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The Poker Game

Summary: Now engaged to Humphrey, you’re living a life of luxury, so when your darling fiance invites some friends from work over for a game of poker and he promptly looses, there’s only one bargaining chip left… you. Sequel to Beast and The Beauty

Pairing: Gangbang x Female Reader (no race or body type specified)

Characters/Fandoms: Humphrey (Stardust), Captain ‘Lucas’ Syverson (Sand Castle), August Walker (Mission Impossible Fallout), Walter Marshall (Night Hunter)

Wordcount: 3834

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Reverse Harem, Gangbang, Group Sex, Unprotected Sex, Risky Creampies, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Triple Penetration, Oral Sex, Creampies, Sloppy Seconds, Dubious Consent, Breeding, Breeding Party, Degrading Names/Talk, Reader used as a fuck toy/object, Cumdump, Cuckolding, Knife Play, Public Nudity, Airplay, Choking, Alcohol, Impaired consent, creampies in every hole possible, more than one dick in a single hole, cum eating. Do Not Do This In Real Life. This story was 100% inspired by a video on pornhub. If you don’t know what any of the above warnings mean, feel free to message me privately so i can explain.

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Sinful!Henry waking you up with an orgasm.

Summary: Ever so in love with you, he can’t hold back and decides to please you even in your sleep.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader (2nd person POV)

Words: 650

Warnings: 18+, RPF, smut, somnophilia, fingering, female orgasm, male erection, hinted sexual intercourse, savouring on bodily fluids, body worship, male POV, Freya’s use of poetic sex metaphors.  

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N/A: Decided to try something different, told from a male pov while it’s still reader inserted. Not beta’d; we die with our typos like August getting hit with a hook, falling off a cliff and crashing into an explosion. Divider by @firefly-graphics 

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Midnight Glow.

The shades of a midnight glow veiled you, slumber an unjust kiss that kept you away from my bewildered gaze. Leaning on my forearm to watch you sleep, I was in awe, but of course, forever will I be taken by your deity.  

My dear love. My definition of beauty. 

Not wishing to wake you from your sleep, I carefully reached a knuckle to brush upon your cheek - the surface of your skin so supple it felt like silk. The faintest flutter waved through your lashes, and a dark crease parted your lips though you did not wake.

"Are you dreaming?" I whispered while carefully, my hand glided below the blanket shielding your perfect body. God, your flesh simmered below my palm as if my trail left a path of blazing flames behind it. I took your left breast and gave it a light squeeze, my thumb massaging your hardening nipple, making the beat of your heart quicken, and a shudder of breath left your quivering lips.

"Are you dreaming about us?"

A part of me wanted to wake you, to sink between your parted legs and make slow love to you, but I couldn't resist the temptation of bringing you to ecstasy within the tendrils of a delirium. 

My hand continued to survey down the valley of your torso, following the warmth calling me from between your thighs. I leaned closer with my upper body, almost hovering from above while two long fingers parted your soft petals, and my thumb found the jewel hidden at your apex. I wanted to breathe in the silent moans that escaped your lips as slowly my thumb began to draw languid circles over your clit. 

The moan that cracked from your throat thrummed through my lungs, and just then, I felt dew pooling at the honeyed crease that longed for my penetration. 

"I love you," I uttered and kissed below your eyes. The pillowy pads of my digits traced the seams of your dripping slit, raking the smooth wetness on and on before entering your succulent cove.

Little wrinkles formed in your brow. You moaned even harder, your entire body writhing and coiling, spine rising from the matters with the invasion of my fingers into your heavenly cunt. It almost seemed as if you would levitate, possessed by the spirits of pleasure I provoked within you. In and out, I continued to tease your clit by my thumb and pumped in you, my cock stirring in unfulfilled desire to conquer while your hot canal milked around my fingers.     

Hanging between fantasy and consciousness, you bucked your hips into my hand and called by my name. 

"Henry..."

Enamoured, I entered you knuckles-deep, pressing into the sensitive spot that made you quake with rapture. Finally, your beautiful eyes flared open, your mouth did too as your pussy clamped around me. I could feel you spasming against my hand, the tidal convulsion of your ecstasy spurring before you fell back to pillow gasping with astonishment. 

"Good morning...?" you panted, looking at me semi-amused and semi-stunned.

Leaning in, I drank the mead of your lips and brushed my nose over yours. 

"Actually, it's the middle of the night..." I retorted with a sheepish grin and then slowly slid my fingers out and brought your elixir to my mouth. 

Your sharp fangs grazed the pillow of your bottom lip as I savoured on your taste. Impressed by my devotion, you ran your hands down my abdomen, weaving through the hair of my body. 

"Then why did you wake me?" 

"Couldn't sleep again," I shrugged and groaned as I felt your nails scratching below my navel.

"Well, it seems like someone else is up. Should I... fuck you to sleep?"

I smiled groggily and flipped onto my back, letting you climb onto my body and take the reins.

The last thing we were going to do tonight was sleep.