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Secret Sorrows || 4 -B.Barnes

Summary: Former special ops, Bucky, seeks solace in a cold refuge to escape his past. However, his haunted history catches up, unraveling mysteries that persist relentlessly.

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Monday. It was the first day of the week, a day that dawned not just for the adults who had to rise early for work, but also for the children.

Ethan grumpily buttoned up his school uniform shirt, realizing it was time for him to continue his studies. His mood soured further as he watched his aunt, who didn't utter a word to him, only stroking his hair before slipping into her car.

He crossed his arms and puffed his cheeks in frustration. Couldn't she at least say something to him?

From the rear window of the car, Bucky caught sight of Ethan's grumpy expression, likening him to a disgruntled hamster.

"I thought you liked to study?" Bucky asked, noting how diligently Ethan applied himself to his studies. Despite being just seven years old, Ethan focused intensely like his aunt.

If it weren't for the butler placing their meals in front of them, Bucky mused, both Ethan and Y/N might only eat once a day.

Ethan replied, "It's great, but I don't like the kids. They're childish."

Bucky nearly choked on his surprise. Of course, the other children were childish; it was an elementary school.

As their car arrived at the private school, where attendance was reserved for children with influential parents or those who had made significant donations, the security measures were top-notch, with some students even accompanied by their own bodyguards. Bucky noted with a raised eyebrow that the school even employed a sniper.

Straightening his shirt and adjusting his bag, Ethan muttered, "Here we go."

Offering reassurance, Bucky said, "I'll be nearby if you need anything."

"Okay," Ethan replied, his tone tinged with uncertainty.

Entering his classroom, Ethan was immediately surrounded by classmates offering their condolences. Bucky observed from a distance, noting Ethan's warmth and camaraderie with his peers, silently relieved that Ethan had good friends by his side.

Soon, Bucky discovered the reason behind Ethan's reluctance to attend school. In fencing class, a taller boy from another grade, Greyson, regarded Ethan as his rival, though Ethan didn't share the same sentiment.

Greyson constantly challenged Ethan, but Ethan, still grappling with some underlying trauma, found himself unable to respond.

Sensing Ethan's distress, Bucky intervened, only for Greyson to call upon his own bodyguard, escalating the situation further.

The clash between the bodyguards began. Bucky, unfamiliar with fencing techniques, relied instead on his instinctual combat skills. Despite Ethan's doubts about Bucky's abilities in fencing, Bucky couldn't afford to lose this battle today.

Disregarding the rules of the sport, Bucky unleashed his full capabilities, catching Greyson's bodyguard off guard. With a swift motion, Bucky's final attack sent the fencing sword hurtling through the air, narrowly missing embedding itself in the thick wall.

The spectators, including Greyson, watched in awe and fear, while Ethan's admiration for Bucky only grew.

Greyson, now intimidated, pointed a trembling finger at Bucky. "I’ll tell my father."

Bucky simply stood tall, his expression unyielding, ready to face whatever consequences lay ahead.

Because of Greyson, Bucky found himself in the same situation again, standing before Y/N. This time, however, she wasn't preoccupied with signing documents; instead, her focus was entirely on him. Bucky knew this meant he was in big trouble.

The situation reminded him of the time he and Iris were called to the supervisor's office and punished together.

Y/N placed her hands together before her lips, her expression unreadable. She had been on a conference call from abroad when she heard about Ethan's situation.

The silence made Bucky nervous until she finally uttered some words. “The last time it was the swimming coach, and now do you want to tell me why the senator is blaming my nephew's bodyguard for making his son cry?”

Bucky responded, his tone respectful but firm, “With all due respect, those children trying to bully Ethan are not just kids, but devil spawn.”

Y/N's secretary, Marie, coughed awkwardly upon hearing Bucky's words, while Y/N remained silent, her lips quirking into a small smirk. “You're always a troublemaker, aren't you?”

Bucky raised an eyebrow in confusion. Why did she say “always”? Once again, she left him feeling puzzled.

Y/N continued, her tone surprisingly lenient, “I'll let it go this time. The senator didn't make this a big deal since he knows Van Alen is one of his main sponsors.”

Bucky had expected her to be angry, but her reaction caught him off guard.

“If something like this happens again,” Y/N warned, her voice firm, “handle it quietly.”

Bucky smirked confidently. “Of course.” With that, he left her office.

Marie couldn't help but glance at the closed door. “You're too kind to him. Is it because he's handsome?”

Y/N shot her a glare that silenced Marie immediately.

Returning her attention to her work, Y/N picked up a pen and began signing a document. “Is everything prepared for dinner?” she asked casually.

Marie checked her tablet. “Yup, the food and beverages are ready, including your and Ethan's outfits.”

Ethan paced back and forth, his expression troubled, his mind consumed with worry about his bodyguard. Spotting Bucky, he rushed over to him. “Bro, is my aunt mad at you?”

Bucky shook his head. “Not really.”

A relieved sigh escaped Ethan's lips. “You're my bodyguard, but I always worry when my aunt calls you.”

Bucky couldn't help but chuckle softly at the boy's concern. Then, his gaze fell upon a semi-formal dress adorning a mannequin inside Ethan's wardrobe.

“Are you going somewhere? I didn't see it in your schedule,” Bucky inquired, curious about the unexpected attire.

Ethan turned to look at the mannequin. “Oh, my aunt has a guest coming for dinner.”

“Who?” Bucky asked, intrigued.

Ethan shrugged his shoulders. “Don't know. Usually, it was my parents who welcomed the guests.” His voice quivered slightly as he mentioned his parents, the pain of their absence still raw.

Bucky felt a pang of sympathy for the boy's loss. “Do you want to join the dinner?” he offered, hoping to provide some comfort.

Ethan nodded eagerly. “It's the only time I get to be with my aunt.”

Bucky sighed inwardly, his heart aching for the strained relationship between Ethan and Y/N. When would things get better for them?

********

At dinner time, Bucky discovered that Y/N had already welcomed the guest, and it was time for Ethan to join the table. As they approached, both Bucky and Ethan finally saw who the guest was. Bucky had expected someone older, but to his surprise, the guest was around the same age—a young man named Duke August Walker.

Ethan murmured, “He’s Duke August Walker,” informing Bucky of the guest's identity. August Walker was an oil tycoon whose company collaborated with Van Alen.

He had become acquainted with both families, and there were rumors of his interest in Y/N, which she had apparently declined.

Bucky's eyes widened slightly in recognition. August Walker— the name stirred memories. Bucky remembered him from their school days; they had attended the same school. He recalled their encounters, but their paths had never crossed closely.

Observing Y/N and August chuckling together, Bucky couldn't shake off a twinge of jealousy. He didn't understand why he felt that way, but the sight bothered him.

Walker noticed Ethan's arrival and greeted him warmly. "Hey there, big guy," he said, fist-bumping Ethan.

Ethan reciprocated the greeting politely before taking a seat near Y/N. Meanwhile, Bucky remained standing outside the dining room, still able to overhear their conversation.

Y/N engaged Ethan in conversation, their interaction warm and familial.

Observing their aunt and nephew interaction, Walker commented, “Now I understand why you didn’t answer my call.”

Y/N shot him a look. “You have a problem with that?” she countered.

Walker chuckled, unfazed. “No. In fact, I’m impressed you’re starting to act like a normal human.”

Ethan's grip on his utensils tightened as he hissed at August, clearly displeased by the remark.

Walker laughed softly before changing the subject. “Do you have any plans to send Ethan to Vanguard Academy?” he asked Y/N.

Bucky's breath hitched when he heard that name—the same Academy he and Iris attended. It was the place that had become his sanctuary when he felt alone in the world. There, he learned valuable lessons about skills, friendship, love, heartbreak, and betrayal.

The mention of Vanguard Academy stirred up a mix of emotions within Bucky. He disagreed with the idea of Ethan attending the academy, feeling that he was too young for such an environment.

While the academy catered to students from kindergarten to high school, most of the younger students lived in the same area. If Ethan were to study there, he would have to be separated from Y/N—a prospect that Bucky found unsettling.

As for Ethan, he had heard about the academy from his mother. He had seen her photo from her days as a student there. Although his mother didn't speak much about the institute, it was evident that she harbored some dislike towards it.

Ethan didn't want to live far away; he was afraid, especially after hearing his Aston family's grandfather mention their plans to send him to Vanguard Academy a few times.

Y/N responded to Walker's suggestion with firmness. “He doesn’t fit into that place. Who do you think you are to even consider sending my nephew?”

Walker raised his arms defensively. “Whoops, don’t get mad. I only mentioned it because Iris seemed to have the time of her life there.”

Y/N wiped her mouth with a napkin, her expression unreadable. “Do you want to discuss my nephew or business?” she asked pointedly.

Walker shifted uncomfortably. “You’re really different from Iris. But your business instinct is top-notch,” he remarked, attempting to steer the conversation back towards business.

The remainder of the evening passed in a flurry of business discussions between the adults, their voices filling the room with a serious undertone. After Duke August Walker departed, Y/N decided to check on Ethan.

Ethan, feeling the weight of sleepiness settling upon him, ran eagerly to his aunt, his arms outstretched in a silent plea for comfort. The weariness seemed to dissipate from his demeanor as he looked up at her with hopeful eyes, seeking solace in her presence.

Y/N raised a quizzical eyebrow at Ethan's sudden request for a hug. "What are you doing?" she inquired, her tone laced with curiosity.

"Please, give me a hug," Ethan implored softly, his voice tinged with a hint of longing.

Y/N regarded him with a mixture of confusion and tenderness, unsure of what had prompted this sudden need for affection. Nevertheless, she couldn't resist the innocence in his request.

Before she could utter another word, Ethan rushed into her embrace, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. His warmth enveloped her, momentarily melting away the worries of the day.

Y/N's initial stiffness softened as she returned the embrace, though uncertainty still lingered in her movements. She wasn't accustomed to such displays of affection, especially from Ethan.

As they stood in the embrace, Ethan's voice barely above a whisper, he confessed, "I miss my mother."

Y/N felt a pang in her heart at his words, her own emotions mirroring his sorrow. She wished she could fill the void left by his mother's absence, but she knew she could never truly replace her.

In an attempt to offer some comfort, Y/N gently stroked his back, her touch tentative yet comforting. "Go to your room. I’ll read a bedtime story for you," she promised, her voice soft and reassuring.

Ethan's eyes brightened with gratitude at her offer. "Really?" he asked, a hint of excitement in his voice.

Y/N nodded, a small smile gracing her lips, and Ethan hurried off to his room, eager to prepare for their nightly routine.

Meanwhile, as Bucky helped Ethan select a book from the shelf, he noticed a slip of paper fluttering to the ground. Curiosity piqued, he bent down to retrieve it, and his heart skipped a beat when he realized what it was—a photograph.

This was a photo of him and Iris back at the academy. And why did Ethan have this photo?

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How's about #8 with Bodyguard Walter Marshall? You know I'm a sucker for those curls. 😘😘

I continue to suck at writing 100 word drabbles so here you go. Enjoy!

Pairing: Walter Marshall x F!Reader  Word Count: 841 Warnings: Hurt/comfort, angsty, violence, whump and soft Walter. A/N: This is my first Walter fic and my first time writing for a Henry Cavill character so be kind! Please comment or reblog if you enjoyed this and want to see more. Or scream at me in my inbox. That always makes my day.

The world seems to move in slow motion, every detail sharp and painful. A high-pitched drone rings in your ears while dust chokes your throat, making it difficult to breathe. When you touch your head, your hand comes away bloody and you blink in an attempt to clear your vision. Somewhere in the distance, you hear the wail of sirens. You try to make sense of it all but your mind struggles to hold onto any thought too long. 

Glass crunches under your heels as you take a hesitant step forward. You wobble, pitching toward the ground until a pair of strong arms catch you. You look up and Walter's face comes into focus, his features sharp and concerned despite the surreal blur around you. His lips move under his thick beard, but it sounds like he’s speaking underwater. 

You shake your head and he shifts closer. His warm, calloused hands cup your face and you wince when his thumb presses against the cut on your head. Behind him, you can see what remains of the hallway. There’s a single shoe in the middle of the floor and your stomach lurches, catching sight of a body. 

"Hey. Look at me."

Walter grips your jaw almost painfully and your attention snaps back to him. Suddenly, everything comes rushing back. You were angry, arguing with him and another FBI agent about whether you should testify. They had security concerns but you were determined, it was your only chance to put away your boss —the corrupt DA in the pocket of the mob. That was right before the first bomb exploded. 

"Oh god,” you whisper, horrified.

"It's okay, you're okay," he soothes, his voice calm and steady despite the chaos. "We're going to get out of this, but I need you to listen to me, can you do that?"

"Yes."

"That's good," Walter praises. 

His hands drop to your shoulders and then down your arms, applying careful pressure as he goes. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know he’s checking for injuries but right now all you can focus on is how reassuring his touch feels. If he’s with you, you’re safe. He would never let anything bad happen to you. That thought alone is enough to pull you from the swirling panic that threatens to drown you. 

"We need to check in on the rest of the team," you tell him. Walter's voice is gentle as he says your name, but you shake your head firmly, trying to push past the haze of confusion. ”No, we need to—"

"You're my priority," he interrupts. "I need to get you out. There's no case without you.”

"We can't leave them."

"I'm sorry,” Walter says softly as his thumb brushes away the tears that escape. ”They're gone," 

Your eyes dart behind him and you see the horrific reality you hadn’t fully registered before. Three bodies lay on the floor—your friends and colleagues. The realization feels like a lance through your chest, stealing your breath. You look back at Walter, tears falling silently. 

A distant boom makes both of you flinch. The building shudders violently, sending plaster dust cascading from the ceiling. 

"We need to go."

You nod and Walter wraps an arm around your waist to hold you close as he guides you over the debris. When you try to look back, he places a firm hand on the side of your face, his fingertips brushing against your temple.

"Don't look," he says, urging you to tuck your face into his chest.

Your fingers curl into the soft fabric of his sweater as your body moves on autopilot, guided by him, until you’re finally outside. From there, everything becomes a blur, moments merging into a disjointed sequence—the paramedics stitching you up, the uneasy ride in the back of a strange SUV, and now, this safe house.

You watch Walter pace the living room, his hand resting on his gun as he stops to peer out the curtains. His black curls are still dusted with white plaster.  Every part of you feels grimy and tacky.

"I want to go home," you say, your voice barely more than a whisper, but it catches Walter’s attention. He lets the curtain fall back into place, blocking out the outside world. You wrap your arms around yourself and rock forward.  "Please."

"You know that's not possible.” he reminds you not patiently. “We’re gonna be stuck here for a while."

The floor creaks beneath him as he moves to stand directly in front of you. He touches your shoulder and you look up at him through wet lashes. 

"You should get cleaned up. There's some toiletries and clothes for you in the bathroom." When you don’t move he sighs, touching your chin. “Go on.”

It’s a testament to how exhausted and overwhelmed you are that you follow his gentle command without argument. At the door you pause, looking back at him with a silent question in your eyes. 

“I’ll be here when you get out,” he promises.

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Stand By Me - oneshot (request).

Summary: Henry has to step up when the pressures of his fame have serious repercussions for his girlfriend…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, details of anxiety/panic attack, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

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Stand By Me - oneshot (request).

"So how long are you guys going to be here? I love your dress by the way… is that silk?" The fan standing in front of her grabbed the billowing fabric and Henry could feel his hand being gripped tight - the signal she gave when she was starting to panic. "Are you heading back to your hotel, cos we could have drinks?" The fan tried to take her by the arm and he immediately yanked her to his side.

"Uh, thanks but there's somewhere we need to be. It was great meeting you, enjoy the convention." Henry then whisked them both in the opposite direction, away from the beach and back towards their car. By then she was staring straight down and breathing hard. "I'm so sorry, darling. I knew we shouldn't have come here without Steve. I'll take us back to the hotel and you can have a lie down before dinner, okay?" But she didn't answer him, her concentration instead seemed fixed on her footsteps. It was a bad sign and Henry could feel a pit open in his stomach. "Darling, can you just nod to tell me you're okay?" Her eyes had glazed over and the grip on his hand was tighter than ever. By the time Henry opened the car door, she was as pale as a ghost.

He felt so guilty. Turning his attendance at San Diego Comic-Con into a mini vacation had seemed like a good idea, a chance for them both to spend some quality time together after he'd been away the last several months filming. But although he'd researched the route beforehand and taken care not to be recognised, four fans had stopped them in the space of twenty minutes and even he was beginning to feel stressed. Henry was sure they wouldn't need their bodyguard, Steve, for a simple trip to the beach, but the place was just too busy for him to move about unseen. He attempted to change the subject. "You know my brother sent me a video of Kal this morning, guess what he was doing?" Henry looked over and found she had her eyes closed. "Darling, are you feeling sick? Do I need to pull over?" A quick flick of her head was all she could do to respond.

It wasn't that she was shy or socially awkward, she just didn't feel safe in crowds of people - especially when they invaded her personal space or grabbed her. Once or twice would have been bearable, and he regretted not leaving before she was pushed past her limit. "Darling I don't want to ask this, but do you feel an attack coming on? I can pull over and help you regulate yourself?" Her eyes were open again but she hadn't blinked in almost a minute. Henry knew that look well - she was dissociating. "Okay baby girl, let's try the five-four-three-two-one technique, yeah?" She breathed in hard but remained silent. He wracked his brain for another idea. "Okay, how about a butterfly hug, then? Cross your hands over your chest, and do eight sets of alternate taps, there's a good girl." But just as Henry turned his gaze back to the road, he saw something ahead of him flash twice. A camera. He swerved and took a back street, leaving the huddle of photographers at the side of the road far behind them. They were clearly there for the convention and may not even have taken their picture, but he was taking no chances.

"What's going on? Henry, what's happening?!" He'd hoped she hadn't noticed the flash, but unfortunately, the quick change in speed and direction gave her another reason to panic.

"Darling take some breaths, we're almost at the hotel, okay?"

"Henry, you're not answering me, what's going on? Is someone chasing us?!" She looked in the rearview mirror and started hyperventilating.

"No, darling! Please don't be scared, nothing's going to happen. I won't let it--"

"Just like you didn't let it back there?!" Her almost breathless response startled Henry, and as soon as he pulled up beside the parking valet, she darted from the car and into the hotel foyer. But he wasn't fast enough to chase her into the lift and when he finally entered their suite, she was nowhere to be found. Henry called out her name three times, tried ringing her twice, and then resorted to phoning the front desk to see if she had actually checked out and gone elsewhere. But all they could confirm was that she'd arrived just before him. Henry sighed and placed the phone back into the receiver. A terrifying thought then entered his head and he dashed onto the balcony, hoping against hope that he wouldn't find her there.

Henry breathed a sigh of relief when he slid back the doors and found the space out there empty. But where had she gone? Surely she wouldn't leave without coming back to their suite first? He crossed into their bedroom, hoping to get changed before he went out to look for her, and noticed what he thought was a noise coming from their ensuite. Tentatively, he pushed back the door. "Oh, darling…" There she lay, curled up in a ball next to the bath, sobbing. Henry planned his next movements carefully. Firstly, he turned off the bathroom light, leaving the room bathed in the glow from the hallway. Next, he plucked a towel from the rail above him and placed it carefully over her body.

When her cries became less desperate, Henry laid down beside her and gently ran his hand up and down her back. He kept his voice soft and low. "There we are, you're doing so good for me, sweetheart. Shushhh, breathe. Gently, darling, gently." Eventually, her body stopped shaking and she staggered to sit up. Henry smiled, hopeful she was through the worst of it. "How are you feeling now, darling?" She looked down at her hands uncomfortably. "It's alright, I'm right here. You're safe now." Something flashed across her eyes.

"And where were you when your fans were pulling me from pillar to post? That was really scary, Henry…" Her voice caught in her throat and he felt a lump in his.

"I'm so sorry, darling. You have every right to be angry--"

"I'm not angry, I'm terrified! I had no idea who those people were or what they were going to do to me--"

"You're right, and it's totally my fault, I should have taken us straight back to the car after the first encounter. I didn't think the promenade would be that busy at this time of day…" Henry's voice trailed off once he realised how badly he'd let her down. "I'm so, so sorry. I should have done more--" she gave a soft sigh and placed her hands on the arms he'd wrapped around her waist.

"You do a lot--"

"But not on this occasion. God I can't believe I was so stupid, I should have got you out of there--"

"It's fine. If anything I've failed you. If I was stronger, I'd be able to cope better--"

"What are you talking about? You have every right to feel upset. And you cope fantastically--"

"Clearly not or I wouldn't fall apart like this! We can't carry on like this, Henry. You need someone who can properly support you. All I am is a burden--"

"Stop right there." Henry hopped to his feet and quickly pulled her up with him. "Now you listen to me, you never have been and never will be a burden--"

"So what do you call crying in a heap?!"

"But it's my fault! No one should be cornering you in the street, putting their hands on you, or asking questions. It's my job to keep that part of my life separate and I need to do a better job from now on." She gazed into his pale blue eyes and shook her head.

"And what if it's not enough? What if this lifestyle just isn't me?" Henry smiled at her sadly.

"Well, it's hardly me, either. But that's why we're so good for each other, darling. We're each other's safe space. I don't ever want you to think how you react under stress is wrong or too much--"

"But it is!"

"Well, not to me because you're everything to me! And you have my word, I won't ever put you in that situation again." He then turned to the sink and ran a hand towel under the tap. "Here, let me put this on your wrists--"

"Why? What will that do?"

"Well, for one it's a good distraction. It also forces your neurotransmitters to refocus. Let me get you some ice to chew as well--" Henry turned to head into the bedroom but she pulled him back.

"… Thank you. Not just for this, but for everything you do--"

"You'll never need to thank me, darling. Ever. I promised to protect you for the rest of my life and it's a promise I intend to keep."

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miguel o’hara

rendezvous* - @campingwiththecharmings (i’m so sorry i’m tagging u so much lmfao)

stitches and claws* - @astroboots halo* - @missdictatorme

surrender* - @romanarose

llewyn davis

anchor* - @bits-and-babs

ezra prospect

darkness* - @ezrasbirdie

joel miller

what comes after*~ - @softlyspector

frank castle

all up in smoke^ - @saintmurd0ck

raymond smith + tangerine x reader

who you belong to*~ - @youvebeenlivingfictional

[frost-queen]

Can i request an bodyguard!au modern sherlock holmes (henry cavils sherlock) x princess reader which would be about the reader being a princess from a small kingdom and sherlock is a Stoic, broody, and arrogant, elite bodyguard. His rules are 1. Protect his clients at all costs 2. Do not become emotionally involved. ever with one of them. He has never once been tempted to break those rules until he meets the reader. The reader is an princess with a stubborn streak that matches his own and a hidden fire that reduces his rules to ash. She's nothing he expected and everything he never knew he needed. As everday goes by slowly by inches she breaks down his defenses until he's faced with a truth he can no longer deny: he swore an oath to protect her, but all he wants is to ruin her. Take her as his own. Because shes his princess, his forbidden fruit, and his every reason to live and also his fantasy. The reader and Sherlocks relationship is unexpected and forbidden, theirs is a love that could destroy a kingdom. and doom them both.

oh a bodyguard one, interesting. Their relationship will certainly bring the roof down. Him ignoring his duties and her neglecting her duties of marrying royalty teehee just giggling worthy

[fushic0re]

━ 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐰𝐞❜𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞

bodyguard!henry cavill x asian!reader

⁀➷ summary ━ the life of one of the world's most renowned singers comes with immense amounts of pressure, scrutiny, and a lack of privacy. however, your protector never fails to bring you back down to earth.

⁀➷ warnings ━ 18+ only — minors dni. public scrutiny. sexism. implied age gap (reader's age isn't specified, but it's implied that they are younger than henry). brief mention of a firearm. brief mention of combat. smut; penetrative sex, oral sex (f receiving)

"The release of your latest album has broken the internet!" The host exclaims, prompting a roaring applause from the audience.

You smile bashfully, still not used to praise despite your status as a seasoned celebrity.

"I'm really relieved that it's being received so well," You laugh. "It's always nervewracking releasing something new and wondering whether or not it's going to be the downfall of your entire career."

"How do you deal with that kind of pressure?"

"I always just...try and keep things genuine. No matter what, at the end of the day it's all about the music and what it makes you feel. No matter how many big artists you have featured or how many producers dip their hands into your work, if it's diluted and disingenuous people are going to be able to tell and it's going to turn them away." You delineate.

The host nodded along with you inquisitively, eyes narrowed in deep thought. Placing his cue cards down, he leaned back into his seat and crossed his arms.

"So, you feel no pressure to outdo everyone else on the charts? Cause a stir to maintain your relevancy?" He asked, his tone quipped.

Your jaw twitched for a split second in annoyance, but like the media trained princess you were, you covered it up quickly with a dazzling smile made for flawless YouTube thumbnails and magazine headlines.

"I only feel pressure to outdo myself, and I don't need to act out to do that." You diplomatically responded.

He raised his brows incredulously, clearly not expecting for you to navigate the rocky terrain of his words so smoothly.

"The sudden change in your music seems to prove otherwise." He snarked. "Your last album was tokened the as the feminine movement of this generation, focusing on topics such as self love, prosperity, emotional fulfillment, and independence. But this album is full of sexual material. Do you think you need to behave in an overtly sexual manner and promote promiscuity to sell records and compete with your other female counterparts who are also selling sex?"

It took everything in you not to roll your eyes. You could feel your publicist's pleading expression from backstage.

You hated this part.

Having to constantly explain yourself. Being held to the double standards of Hollywood and ridiculed for the tiniest of things. Every time you allowed yourself to be vulnerable through your craft, the vultures were right there waiting for you so they could throw you out into the open to be ravaged. Defiled. And yet, you were expected to smile and sit pretty through it all. You weren't allowed to fight back. To say you were tired of it was the understatement of a lifetime.

You chuckled dryly, sitting up straight. Your eyes were set ablaze as you challenged the host. If he thought for a second that things were going to go his way, he was in for a rude awakening.

"By 'full of sexual material' you mean a couple of lines in literally 3 songs?"

"Well, one would say it was a lo—”

"What one would say cannot argue with the factual quantitative number of songs that have sexual material." You challenged.

He opened his mouth to rebut you, but you quickly beat him to it.

"I'm familiar with your show. I did my research before coming here. You have had numerous male entertainers on your show from rappers, country singers, rockstars, producers, directors, actors, you name it, who have all made lude sexual comments that are downright inappropriate for television. You didn't say a single thing to them. In fact, you laughed along with them and added to the conversation. So why is it then when I -- a female -- write about something as natural as sex in a poetic way that is much more pleasant to hear than 'that loose ass bitch was on my dick all night', I am the one who is persecuted?"

"I-I don't know what you're referring to—“

"You don't?" You snort. "Don't worry about that then. I'll make sure you and your team will be well versed in your misogynistic, dim-witted, beta-male catered material."

Planting your Louboutins firmly on the ground, you stood up from your seat. Without a single falter, you strutted off the stage and hastily made your way back to your dressing room. The show's production team scurried behind you with desperate attempts to console you and usher you back on stage to finish the interview.

"Ma'am, we need you back on stage, production isn't over."

Snapping your neck around, you stood nose to nose with a crewmember. The same one you had witnessed laughing as this boss essentially called you a slut on stage.

"We're done for the day. Finish the show yourself." You calmly stated, sidestepping him in an attempt to get into your dressing room. You were fed up and at this point didn’t have any energy to fight. You just wanted to go home.

The crewmember's hand twitched at his side before it closed into a tight fist.

"Listen, bitch—”

Before he could finish his verbal assault, a large hand clapped onto the back of his neck and shoved him against the wall with a loud thud.

"Finish that sentence." Henry – your bodyguard – rumbled deeply, his tone sharp enough to cut glass.

He continued to pin the man against the wall until you safely entered your dressing room, following you shortly and locking the door behind him. Your anger consumed you, closing in on you until you had no room to breathe. With shaky hands and shallow breaths, you yanked off every piece of jewelry on your person. As you struggled with the clasp of your neckless, a warm rough hand covered yours. Gently, it removed the necklace from your delicate neck and placed it neatly on top of the vanity.

He inhaled extensively, his broad chest puffing up, and calmly instructed for you to follow suit.

"Breath."

Closing your eyes, you mimicked his actions. Your pounding heart ploddingly began to slow. Practicing a calming technique he had taught you in the early days of him working for you, you removed your mind from the grounds you currently stood. Instead, you imagined yourself safe in the comforts of your own home. You thought of all the times you and Henry sat in your living room across from each other; you watching television and him with his laptop perched on his expansive lap answering emails. He would look at you with an indecipherable expression, grunting at the nonsense of whatever was playing on TV before poorly attempting to conceal an amused grin. Peace. Simplicity. The only things your life full of luxury, money, success, and notoriety lacked.

You had it all, yet you had absolutely nothing at the same time.

Henry removed the rest of your jewelry before tenderly gathering your hair away from your face.

"Let's get you out of here," He murmured soothingly, slinging your bag over his shoulder before offering you his arm.

Nibbling on your lip nervously, you looped your arm with his before cautiously following him to the door. He looked back at you with sympathetic eyes.

"It's alright. I won't let anything happen to you."

"So you expect me to roll over and let people talk to me like that?!" You shouted frustratedly into your phone.

Your manager sighed from the other end.

"You know these types of people come with the territory."

"That's not an excuse. It never was and it never will be." You argued. "Aren't you supposed to have my best interest at heart? Isn't that why I hired you?"

"You hired me to keep you and your career on track."

Grinding your teeth indignantly, you allowed pregnant pause as you gathered your thoughts.

"Well, maybe it's time to rethink that." You declared. "I'll be sure to send you your paycheck for this month."

From behind you, Henry eyed you with a proud expression.

"Wait! Let's talk about this—"

"You've done enough talking."

Without another word, you ended the call and turned on do not disturb for the night. Sighing, you opted to disregard your phone entirely, tossing it somewhere behind you carelessly before fixing yourself a mug of tea. Quiet footsteps approached you from behind as you sipped the honeyed nectar.

"May I speak freely, ma'am?" He inquired stoically.

You chortled softly.

"You're not in the Royal Marines anymore, Cavill. You can say whatever you want."

He raised a thick brow at you. Prompting to ignore your sardonic remark.

"You're entirely too good for them," Henry confessed, his expression the softest you had even seen it.

His words stirred something deep in you. They left you speechless. And as he continued to speak, something within your soul clicked.

"I've been in combat. I've stared down some of the most immoral people through the barrel of my gun, but none of those people were quite like the ones I've encountered since I began working for you. Seeing those parasites leech off of you, taint you? It makes me...angry."

Finally, you let go. Allowing your tears to escape the confinements of your eyes, you felt every burden alleviate from your shoulders with every tear. With open arms, you ran into the only person who had ever protected you and laid your head on his chest. He caressed you like you were the most precious thing ever to exist.

"I want to run away." You hiccupped. "I want to get away from all of this and never come back ever again."

"I can make that happen, ma'am." Henry whispered, pressing his lips to your forehead soothingly. "Just say the word."

Giggling tearfully into his blazer, you squeezed him closer to you and deeply inhaled his scent. Henry frowned. You held him with closed fists, sorrow weighing heavily on your spirits like he was going to disappear at any moment. A feeling too familiar for the soldier.

“Just like that?”

A thick callused finger fondly stroked your cheek, causing you to remove your head from where it laid and look straight up at him.

“I don’t think it’s a secret that I’d do anything for you, ma’am.” Henry whispered. “I’ll take you far, far away from here if that is what you desire.”

“My family will have an aneurism.” You gulped.

The idea of leaving everything behind and living in a small, quaint town was just that, an idea. The truth of the matter was that you were trapped in this lifestyle. From the second you opened your mouth and carried a tune to now as a grown adult, your parents micromanaged every aspect of your career and manner of living. You firmly believed that was the last day they saw you as their child. From that day forward, you were a money making machine. An investment that they were waiting for to invest back into them. They had their hand in everything; your money, your team, who you worked with.

But they did something right, and that was hiring Henry for you.

The best of the best in more ways than they thought. He became your anchor. The one who kept you grounded through every storm that wrecked and uprooted you from safety. But now, you were ready to sail with him and never look back.

Without a single regret harbored in your soul, you leaned up and pressed your lips against his. He reciprocated your actions, meshing his lips against yours. Softly at first, but increasing in vigor with each kiss. Before you knew it, the two of you were haphazardly stumbling through the corridors of your home and into your bedroom. One by one you began ridding each other of your clothing, ripping them carelessly off each other’s bodies like they were the most repulsive things you have ever seen.

“I’ll call a jet.” Henry murmured against your lips, laying you down on the center of your bed and trailing feverish kisses down your body. “You can stay with me in South Kingston.”

You whimpered as his lips scorched the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

“Or I can relocate us to Jersey.” He placed a gentle kiss to your bead, cooing as your back arched and whines escaped your lips. “We can spend our days on the beach.”

Henry lifted his gaze.

“Open your eyes, my love.” He whispered gently, tangling his fingers with yours.

With all the power in you, you ripped your lids open and stared right into his heated gaze. The way he looked at you made tears rise in your eyes once again. He looked at you like you were the most previous thing in the entire universe. Like you could do absolutely no wrong. Like you were a goddess.

“I’ll take you anywhere you want. I’ll die making you the happiest woman in the world if I have to.”

And without another breath, he devoured you.

A wanton moan escaped your parted lips as his warm tongue laid flat against your heat before licking a slow and tantalizing stripe up your core before beginning to lap at your clit. The tip of the hot muscle circled it teasingly before trapping it between his lush lips. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as Henry began to suckle, noises that you weren’t even aware your body could produce filling up the room. You could hardly recognize yourself as you laid there in pure ecstasy, your bodyguard in between your legs drinking from your fountain like a man who had crawled through a droughted desert. You squeezed his hands tightly as the pleasure overwhelmed you. A thin veil of perspiration coated your body, pants increasing in speed as you drew nearer and nearer to your rapture.

“That’s it,” Henry praised. “That’s my girl. Come on,”

As if your body was wired to follow his every command, your resolve shattered, and you came harder than you ever have before. Henry secured your lower body as you writhed wildly, soothingly kissing the inside of your thighs and up your stomach until his nose was nuzzling yours. His hands released yours to caress your face lovingly. Once you descended from your high, you opened your eyes and pressed your forehead to his, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. The shoulders that carried every burden for you. He pressed his body to yours, holding you tightly against him. Close simply wasn’t close enough. Henry wanted nothing more than to fall into you.

“Jersey.” You whispered, your breath hitching as his length slid against your sensitive core torturously. “I want a house near the beach.”

Lifting your hips, you began to slowly grind against him. You could have come again at the look on his face alone; those big blue eyes were wide and blown, his pouty lips were parted as the prettiest noises came out of them like a symphony.

“Yes, ma’am.” He rasped.

“I want—” You breathed sharply as the head of his cock begins to spear you slowly. “I want to go to the farmer’s market every Sunday”

“Anything.”

Henry was nothing like you had ever felt before. Thick, long, and uncut, he stretched you deliciously. Reached immeasurable depths within your cavern that you didn’t even know existed. He began to thrust earnestly, burying his chiseled face into the side of your neck. To your surprise, the Brit was a noisy lover. He moaned and groaned shamelessly, relishing you and your velvety walls with no bounds. Slowly, he was turning you into a fiend. A world without him or the pure, unadulterated pleasure he was able to make you feel seemed was suddenly unimaginable.

“Take me away,” You cried. “Keep me forever.”

Pulling his head away from your neck, Henry rested his sweaty forehead against once more. His eyes were ablaze, a feral nature in them that you had never seen before. He grabbed your face firmly, squishing your cheeks together.

“Don’t tell me that if you don’t mean it.” He growled. “I’ll keep you locked away all to myself.”

“Do it.”

Without skipping a beat, he relentlessly began to pound into you, effectively fucking you into your mattress.

“You’re mine. Mine to protect, mine to hold, mine to fuck.”

“Henry!” You squealed. “I’m coming!”

“Come on, sweet girl. Come all over my cock for me. Drench it.”

A borderline guttural moan left your body, your soul liberating itself from the physical realm. Your lover followed suite, filling you with his seed and vigorously kissing your breath away as you both came back down to earth. The both of you laid in each other’s arms, the sounds of your breathing acting as white noise. Rolling over, Henry rearranged your fluffy covers around your bare bodies and snuggled into you from behind.

“This is a dangerous game we’re playing.” He murmured sleepily into your ear.

Turning around in his arms, you caressed his warm cheek.

“It’s not a game to me.” You spoke in a hushed tone. “You and me. Jersey. We leave all of this bullshit behind for good, and don’t look back.”

He closed his eyes, his features twisted into a look of contemplation before they relaxed into a small smile.

“I know some people.”

“Since the famous R&B singer left her label and management, there hasn’t been a single update on her. Her social media pages are still up, but there are no new posts. Meanwhile, it seems like her team is trying to do as much damage control as they can, promising her return along with some new music. What do you say, do you think this is just another celebrity tantrum, or is our favorite singer done for good?”

“I think she’s done. She crossed all her T’s, dotted all her I’s, and left quietly. Honestly, it seems like her team is the one throwing the tantrum now that their money maker has gone rogue. However, a couple of fans have said that they’ve spotted her in South Kensington a couple of times, but it seems like she’s switched locations once again because that was the last sighting of her.”

“You know what, apparently her bodyguard hasn’t gone M.I.A. too—”

Rolling your eyes in amusement, you turned the television off.

“They’re obsessed with me,” You snorted, plating tonight’s dinner neatly.

“You tend to do that to people.” Henry joked, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. “You should see all the conspiracy theories there are. Are you sure you aren’t one of those lizard people?”

You pouted.

“Would you still love me if I was one?”

“You know what, maybe it’s not too late to return you to Hollywood.”

Looking out of the floor to ceiling window adjacent to your dining table, you admired the view of you and Henry’s beautiful private beach. Leaning back into his embrace, you smiled fondly as he hummed into your ear, swaying you to the quiet music playing in the background.

This life was better than anything anyone could have ever wanted for you.

[wildestdreamsblog]

Killing me slow

Pairing: Bodyguard!August Walker x Reader

Warnings:  Soft!Dark August Walker, Swearing, Alcohol consumption, Sexual themes, mention of death, violence, drama. If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: girl u can’t tell me this man does not have a daddy kink

No Rules in Breakable Heaven: Beginning, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, End

"August Walker, reporting for duty."

"I don't remember hiring you,"

"I don't recall applying for this job, yet here I am. Saving you because your sorry excuse for protection could not do shit."

To say you were appalled by his colorful words was an understatement. You frowned at him, at his calm face as he took one last pointed look at you before going through your large room. He went near the window and closed the blinds, muttering under his breath how you probably wanted to die. He inspected every nook and cranny of your room. You looked at your secretary, silently asking for an explanation. She shrugged at you as an apology, "He just wouldn't leave, and glared so hard at our guards. I checked his credentials, and I assure you, he's not a threat to you." 

Famous last words.

Your eyes found his again once he was done with his inspection of your room. He crossed his massive arms- the size of his one arm was larger than your own thighs. He looked so calm, yet so sinister. Like a force that should not be messed with. He didn't blink, just stared at you. And then he did that thing again- he tilted his head and had a confused expression once again, the one he sported back when he saved you. 

"Are you," you started before frowning at him, "are you just gonna stand there?" 

He merely shrugged, his eyes still held the same dark glint you first saw back when he saved you. 

"You know what," your secretary smiled sheepishly at you, wanting to escape the awkward situation that was you and August Walker, "I'll just give you time to be acquainted with each other." 

August didn't waver his hard stare at you. There was something about this man- something about the way he watched you, the way he kept watching you that made your heart beat faster as if it sensed the danger before you could even make sense of it. 

"From now on, I'll be in-charge of your security," he started before sitting in the vacant seat beside your bed. His stance was relaxed as he regarded you, as if he was trying to figure out the confusion that was all over his face the first time you saw him. 

"Says who?"

He smiled darkly at you, "Says me, princess."

This man had an aura that screamed what he says, goes. And you weren't used to this- for so long, you were the one in-charge of your own self. You did not know what to feel, what to make out of this huge man sitting beside you. You smiled politely at him, "Let's talk about this once I'm discharged from this hospital."

From then on, you could no longer shake him off. Wherever you were, he was there. He took over the lead of your security, and just like that, your men followed his lead. They were all glad that someone was taking control of things. 

But why did it feel like he was somehow taking control of your life as well?

"Where is my driver?" you asked the brooding man beside you. He escorted you out of the hospital, his eyes always sweeping over the area as if looking for danger. 

With his hand resting on the small of your back, he urged you to walk closer to the car. "I dismissed him," he answered before opening the door and pushing you in as gentle as he could. You watched as he went around the car to enter. You were appalled by his audacity. "You dismissed him? What gave you the right?" 

He expertly maneuvered out of the parking lot and into the traffic. He clenched his jaw, before looking over at you. He slapped your thigh softly to get your attention, "Put your seatbelt on, princess," he ordered. 

You were frozen by his action. Did your bodyguard just slap your thigh? You felt a funny feeling- a warmth you could not make sense of.

"Stop calling me 'princess'," you frowned as you followed his order. 

Your phone rang, you looked down to see it was Earl George, the one who had been linked to you by the media. The media was claiming that you would be his countess. You actually liked the man- in a friendly way. He was a kind and generous man with a heart for the less fortunate. The two of you had spearheaded some of the charities and developments all over the world.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" you could hear his worry over the phone.

"Hi, George. I'm okay, now," you answered with a smile, missing the way August watched you, missing the way his grip tightened on the steering wheel.

"I've actually stopped by. But I guess you were resting? Your bodyguard didn't let me see you- lest to enter the room." 

What? 

You looked at August who was calmly driving. You had never met a bodyguard refused an Earl entry to a room. What was with this man? Clearly if he was going to stay around, you needed to orient him of how things should be. After promising to see him soon, you hang up. 

August steadily drove to your manor. You were about to open the door once he stopped the car in front of your huge door when he glared at you. "Stay here, princess,"

He went out and opened the door for you with a serious look on his face. You glared at him as you stepped out. "Let's talk."

You were seated on your office chair, the huge window behind you making you looked ethereal. That was what August was thinking as he walked around your office room, inspecting your things. You cleared your throat to get his attention before smiling politely at him. "Please, take a seat." you gestured to the chair in front of your desk. Just when you thought he would follow you, he walked around the desk and sat on your desk, his hips propping down on the desk before looking down at you. He was so near that his thick thighs were touching your arms softly. He looked so big at that angle that you couldn't help but blushed a little.

"Yes, princess?"

"Do you mind sitting properly?"

"I'm good here."

"Fine," you relented, "I want to thank you for saving me that day," you started before looking up at his eyes. You meant it. It if it wasn't for him, you would not be breathing today. You would just cease to exist.

He didn't blink as he stared at yours. "You don't need to thank me." He said, because in all honesty, you really did not have to thank him in August's mind. You had  no reason to thank him.

"I really appreciate what you did for me." You touched his forearms, his muscles immediately tightening. He was looking confused once again. "But, I think you are now stepping out of line. Dismissing my driver, taking over my security, prohibiting the Earl from seeing me? I don't think those are appropriate, August." you said so softly, not wanting to anger him or to offend him. After all, he did save you.

He tilted his head, gazing down at your hands on his arm before slowly looking at you. He smiled at you, but it didn't reach his eyes. He gripped your hand on his arm before slowly lowering it to your lap. He leaned in so close at you, before smiling sinisterly. "Understood, my princess," 

He really did understand your sentiment. Too bad he did not follow anyone's orders.

Days were slow as you started physically recovering from that day. You had started working again in your office, started visiting communities again. It brought you immense contentment to help other people. Your life was just like before- except this time you had a shadow of a man following you wherever you went. His eyes were always sweeping over the area before he deemed it safe for you to enter any room. His huge shoulders protecting you from any danger. You appreciated him, really you did. But, having him around felt like you had a lot of adjusting to do. He was...dominant. His personality was dominant and strong that when it came to you, he was the one who was to be followed. At one point you even tried to fire him, and he just laughed darkly.

You were in the dog shelter you had been supporting since you were young. It was one of the places August gave you permission to go to. It was safe and there were only a few people around. You were petting the vicious looking dog, he was playfully biting you.

“Are you sure that’s safe, princess?” 

Of course, he was near again. He never let you out of his sight, he took his job so seriously despite you firing him several times already for being overbearing. You gestured for him to come near you and you put the chihuahua on his lap. “See? Safe,” 

He looked down at you, “Why do you support so many charities?” he asked nonchalantly, as if he could not care whatever your answer would be. “And dogs?”

You laughed at him as the dog tried to lick his face, “Everyone just needs love, August. These dogs aren’t vicious, or dangerous- they just need love and acceptance and understanding.” You explained to him gently, “If you think about it, everyone’s just looking for love.”

“Even you,” you teased him.

You missed the way he looked at you- he was danger personified. The way he looked at you was as  if you were something new, something exotic that he was still trying to decide if he wanted. 

It was the end of the day when August prompted you to leave. It was going to be dark soon and he wanted you at the manor before the sun set. You said goodbyes to the dogs before hugging the kind employees there. 

August was on his phone behind you. You were walking in front of him, your dress swaying from the cold wind. You looked behind to flash him a smile, you were grateful that he accompanied you here. He tilted his head to the side when he saw your sweet smile, you looked so angelic, so ethereal, so peaceful that he faltered. It was a split second decision before he pulled your arm just when you were about to open the car. 

His hold on you was so forceful that you cried out- but your cries were drowned by the loud explosions coming from the car. August threw his large body on you, protecting your from the flying and sharp shrapnels from the now totally devastated car. Your ears were ringing, but you saw him clear as day. A stray of his curly hair was hanging on his forehead, his eyes alert and so dark as he looked over at you. He was taken aback by what happened. 

He was your angel once again.

You were glad his instinct was so sharp and on point. There was no indication of any danger, but August was able to save you from the unknown threat. He was saying something, but your shock was louder than his deep voice.

"Is there any lead on her case?" August asked your secretary, his voice commanding. 

Your secretary shook her head, "No, sir. The police have no lead as of the moment," she must have noticed that you froze, your anxiety increasing with each passing day that your 'killer' was still at large, just waiting patiently, bidding his sweet, little time before he ended you. "Are you okay, Miss?"

You sat down, you were starting to hyperventilate. Your vision started to darken, your ears ringing and you felt cold. You were scared. Each day felt like waiting for  him to show up and murder you, each day felt like you were living in a borrowed time. You felt him kneel in front of you, his huge hands cradling your head as he looked into your eyes. "Deep breaths, princess," he ordered tightly as he ran his hand over your hair, "Deep breaths for me," you followed his orders, breathing with him, focusing on his large hand massaging your shoulder. You were surrounded by him. You felt safe. You felt warm.

"Good girl, my good girl," he mumbled slowly, his voice low as he calmed you. "Don't be scared," you finally lifted your head, looking at his blue eyes as he swore to you, "I'm never gonna leave you, princess."

You weren't used to someone being there for you everyday. He was constantly present in your life. He had dinners with you, he accompanied you anywhere, and he looked at you the same way he did that day- with so much confusion as if you were a puzzle he needed to figure out. What happened was still in your mind, haunting you during the night. The feeling of almost dying, of feeling yourself fell over the railing, of drowning- it was something you could not forget that easily. 

You tossed and turned on your bed and by the time the clock hit two a.m., you decided to get something to drink. You went out of your room, the whole manor was eerily quiet, only the soft sound of your steps could be heard. Walking bare feet, with no lights on, you almost made no sound. You went straight to the kitchen. You opened the refrigerator door, casting a soft light to the darkness. You poured a glass of water, before closing the door. The room was once again casted in darkness. With your hand holding the glass, you started walking when you looked up. 

He was almost unnoticeable in the darkness, but his blue eyes followed yours. You looked up at his direction when you felt your skin prickling, as if someone was watching you. 

"August?" you gasped, your hand automatically going to your chest to steady your racing heartbeat. "What are you doing here in the dark?"

He walked, his movement so smooth as if he was a lion stalking his prey. The closer he got, the more you saw that he was wearing his soft sweatpants and nothing else. He was bare from waist up, his muscles were all exposed. He walked to you, not stopping even though he was so close that you had no choice but to step back. And the more you did, the closer you got to the counter. 

August looked down at you. He was so tall that you had to crane your neck up just to meet his dark eyes- those eyes that always had a dark glint in it. "August?" you whispered, confused as to what this was about. 

His muscular arms were on either side of you- effectively trapping you. He tilted his head again as if he was trying to figure you out. Your hand went to his bare chest to try and push him away when he growled slowly. You froze. He felt more like a dangerous animal than human. You looked down at his hand then his eyes, you could no longer stare at his eyes when he was looking at you like that. 

He had a knife in his hand, and it was so close  to you. "August, why do you have a knife?" 

August furrowed his brows before his head went down your neck. You froze when you felt him sniffing you, taking your scent. Your hand tried to push him again, but it was like pushing a wall. "Did you think someone got in the manor?" you asked softly, so soft that you knew only he could hear.

It took him a moment before he lifted his face from your neck, but not before you felt his tongue licked a small part of your neck. Or was it your imagination?

"I thought I was going to kill tonight," he answered truthfully, his dark stare back at yours again. 

He thought someone got inside the house? It would almost be impossible because he upgraded all the security. August was so thorough when it came to his job, that he almost never let you out of his sight. You wouldn't be, if it was up to him.

There was a moment of silence, before you asked again, "Can you let me go now?" 

He looked down at your form before slowly looking at you again, his voice hard, "Are you cold, princess?" 

You looked down and yelped a little when you saw how your nipples were standing from the cold- or was it because of his close proximity? Was it because you could feel his hard length pushing on your stomach?

You covered your chest with your one arm when he encircled your wrist with his large hand, pulling it down, all while looking at your eyes. He chuckled darkly, rubbing his hardening length on you. "Let go of me, August. That's an order!" 

"Princess, you should know by now you don't call the shots here," he whispered in your ear, his warm breath tickling your neck. He was slowly humping you, rubbing his clothed cock on your silk sleepwear. You could almost see the outline of his cock, and your eyes widened. He was huge. 

"I'm going to yell," you warned him. He gave you a devilish smile, before leaning down and devouring your lips.

You yelped as you felt his lips on yours. He was kissing you as if he would never let you go, and where would you go? He had you cornered, his muscular thigh in between your legs, rubbing your pussy as he claimed your mouth. And that wasn't enough for him. You felt his hand bunching up your silk sleepwear to your waist, baring to him your thin panty. You yelped as he tugged it upward, exposing your pussy lips. Your hand went to his thick wrist, trying to pull it away from your heat when he tugged your flimsy underwear, completely destroying it. 

"Sto-stop!" you shrieked as he finally let go of your lips to plant kisses all over your neck. "Stop, princess?" He taunted darkly in your ear, "How about this? I'll stop if I finger your sweet, little pussy and find it dry. How's that? Hmm?" 

Before you could answer, his finger delved into your wet pussy. His thick finger penetrating you, his thumb pressing down on your clit. You knew what he would find.

"Tsk, tsk," he shook his head at you, "Soaking wet."

He gave you no indication before he forcibly lifted you up the counter, spread your legs so wide, kneeled down, pulled you to his face, and devoured you. Your legs were being held hostage on his broad shoulders. 

August licked a strip of your pussy, his hold on you tightening as he moaned. This large man actually moaned from your taste. You tasted better than anyone. He could not get enough. He sucked your clit between his lips, elating another sinful moan from your mouth. He chuckled darkly when you came all of a sudden. You felt so weak- so soft but you did your best to push his head away.

“One more, princess,” he murmured before diving in again, this time inserting a thick finger in your pussy. “One more for daddy.” 

You couldn’t look him in the eye when he finally let you go. And now that he had a taste of the forbidden fruit? He had to make up his mind.

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Collaboration with @thecavillstache. Imagine being in love with Henry and Richard. The reader has to see Henry after Richard proposed and they come to terms with their feelings for each other.

I really loved working on this with you. You’re knowledge on Henry cavil and my knowledge on Richard Madden made this so fun to write.

Pairings: Henry Cavill x reader x Richard Madden

Warnings: emotions, swearing

A week ago, you experienced the happiest and the hardest day of your life.

The transition from spring to summer was your favourite. The metropolitan museum was your favourite place. Standing in front of the flowing staircase, Richard grasped your delicate hands. Slowly, he dragged a small velvety box from his pocket. After 2 years of dating, from secret glances across the table and trips back to his parents’, today was the day. But deep down, you felt an anchor pulling you down. Even though you've been dating for 2 years, Richard had never wanted to make it exclusive so you never corrected the press when you were seen out with a certain costar. Henry. Although, when you opened up the trap that caged your soft voice, there was no denying how much you wanted to be Mrs Madden.

“Y/N, we’ve been around the town for a while and it’s been one hell of a ride...”He paused.

You were dragged back to reality when bulbs flashed in your face. This wasn’t a dream. Hundreds of photographers turned their attention away from the numerous celebrities in handcrafted gowns. This was the Met Gala after all. Your Alexander McQueen dress flowed through your fingertips as you held on to the one constant. Richard smirked and slowly knelt onto the red carpet.

“I’m so in love with you. I know it’s taken me a while to accept it but I was scared that you wouldn’t feel the same” his smooth voice trickled up from his heart to grace your ears.

“Rich-” he cut you off.

“From the moment we met I couldn’t stop thinking about how I would propose to you. So when you said that you loved it in movies when it was a huge romantic gesture at their favourite place, I knew today would be the day,” the Scottish actor slowly opened the box to reveal a Haribo ring. “ that I’d ask you to be mine. It’s not much but I wanted to promise tha-” you cut him off. Flinging your arms around his neck, you sunk to the ground.

“Yes.”

.•° ✿ °•.

Sitting uncomfortably on his sofa with his best companion, Henry’s heart dropped as your engagement had just been shown live on almost every channel. In his mind, he was happy for you but in his heart, he was truely broken. Only a month ago, Henry and you had spent many moments of intimacy together and shared feelings that he’d never fully felt before.

A month ago, on the last day of filming, Henry had over reacted when you told him that Richard was coming to pick you up and take you out. Since, he’d called every Wednesday to catch up but was still very distant. After the third call, he stopped. Finding it hard to continue watching the tears of bliss that fell from your face on the screen in front of him, Henry jumped up from his seat and went to locate a lead. Catching on to his owner’s movements, Kal’s tail went crazy almost knocking a now cold tea off the coffee table. Slowly, after attaching Kal’s lead, Henry moved to turn off the television but not before the camera zoomed into the Haribo ring.

“Asshole can’t even get her a fucking ring,” he snapped and he pressed the off button on the remote. “She deserves better, fuck she deserves a ring.”

.•° ✿ °•.

In the weeks that followed, yourself and Richard spent hours in interviews promoting Bodyguard season 3 and answering questions about your relationship. All the while, you knew deep down that you’d soon be back on set with Henry to finish filming Girl From U.N.C.L.E. The morning before your return to set you got a call from Guy Riche telling you to “avoid Henry he’s been in a foul mood for the past two weeks. Better not talk to him or he’ll snap at you like he has everyone else.” You knew it was your fault.

Since the proposal, you hadn’t spoken to each other but then again you weren’t speaking before. That night was restless- impossible to sleep. Yet there you were. Standing in front of the stage door, you were shaking. What if he hated you? How would you do the sex scene if he hated you? Would Guy get pissed at you because you couldn't shoot the scene?

"Y/N!” a voice bellowed behind you.

It was Henry. His thick British accent was music to your ears and yet you felt so guilt hearing him shout your name. Turning around slowly, you closed your eyes not wanting to see the hurt, pissed off, kind, beautiful, betrayed face of the Cavill. Much to your surprise, you were soon engulfed in a bear-like hug. Maybe he was okay.

"I missed you on set” he started but you just trembled under his grip as small tears started to collect in your eyes.

As Guy Ritchie appeared over your shoulder, Henry pulled away and headed on to set. Swiftly wiping away your tears, you headed to hair and makeup. An hour later you were in your cabaret attire ready to film a huge scene for the film. Scantily dressed, you found your way to the dressed-up 1960s French dance exotic club. Soon, Guy yelled action and the scene was in full swing. After 12 takes and 4 camera changes, the scene was over. Hurring back to your trailer, you prayed that no one would find you. After parading your body around the set for the scene, you began to feel worthless.

It didn’t take long for Henry to notice that you weren’t amongst the writers and actors talking about the success and talent in the scene. Against his better judgement, the god of a man decided now was the time to talk about the engagement. Knocking lightly with his huge gentle hands, Henry felt relief as he heard the delicate movements of your feet as you came to open the door.

“Hen-ry” you exhaled shakily.

“I need to talk” he stated as he came off harsher than he intended.

You nodded quickly and stood aside for him to enter.

“Why did you say yes.” He blurted out as the trailer door closed behind him.

“That’s your question? You ignore me for weeks then hug me out of the blue to ask me why I said yes” your voice was flooded with emotion. “Because he asked. He wanted me, Henry. He loves me” the bank of tears you had refused to let go earlier were now falling violently from your face.

Henry stepped to keep you up against the wall as he wiped away your tears.

“Richard told me how he feels; he’s not like you.” You continued quietly.

“What do you mean by ‘he’s not like you’? What the hell does that mean” Henry crooked his brow but remained inches from your body.

“You are constantly blowing hot and cold with me Henry and it hurts. I needed you but” your voice broke into a squeak.

Henry’s heart sank but he knew the young beauty trembling in front of him was the woman he wanted for the rest of his life. Trying to compose yourself, you looked up into the blue orbs. You noticed the small hint of brown that you had discovered during a moment of intimacy. Quickly, you snapped out of the cyan trap.

“You don’t have to say anything.” Henry started “I won't make you chose because I know that I - I love you”

“No no, you can't do that to me. Tell me you love me and say that I don't have to chose because you know that I can't have you both” you sobbed.

“What do you want from me... Because I need you Y/N. When it's cold and wet outside, I imagine having you in my arms- holding you close to my chest. Then I could breathe in the soft ember scent of your hair.” his gaze was captivating as he said every word you needed to know.

“Show me!” you blurted.

Smirking sinisterly, Henry wrapped his arms around your waist as his lips connected with yours. Could you have both?

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Read For Me 》 P. Seonghwa

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𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫.: books, fanfictions, TV shows and games took your excitement about real life away. nothing has your heart beating fast, everything is pretty much the same and dull to you. nobody could pull you out of your void of fantasy for a long time. still, your best friend decides to try one last time. she does succeed, but not in the way she meant. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: psh x reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.9k 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: smut, angst, best friend's father seonghwa 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, nsfw scenes, unprotected sex 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: in my dilf atz phase.

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

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Buried into your books and the void of the fantasy world, you had little to no excitement left in your body for the real life events. They lacked... something. Everything was awkward, miscalculated, weird and stiff. In books, the world was so fluid. Tension, passion, strong emotions like love and hate were on almost all pages. It filled your empty memories and fantasies just right. You now wished to drop out of college, buy a castle, run into a mysterious higher vampire and be the reason he exists as a good person now. Or maybe succeed in going through the wall and ending up on Platform 9¾, preferably face first into Cedric Diggory's chest.

Erotica isn't foreign to you either. They say the dirtiest ones are usually the virgins. And they weren't wrong. The amount of frustration trapped in you did you no good. You used to wonder how your male friends could do it so often, but once you got a taste of that side, you understood better than anyone. Countless nights of your fingers working on all your sensitive buds had you only wishing for more, even after release. It just wasn't enough. You hoped for a miracle every single time. You hoped that one of the men from your fantasies would appear in your room and satisfy you just how you wanted. Wouldn't it be just perfect if Henry Cavill appeared in the room? Preferably in his Witcher costume? If not him, then Lee Dong Wook would do equally good.

You drop your book on the bed. Your eyes skimmed over words, but you didn't pay attention to a single thing that was written. You decide to take a break from reading. Maybe you could even drink your first glass of water today. The sun was almost setting, yet you only had a bowl of cereal and half of a pizza slice. You glance at the clock. You despised it. It only reminded you of how fast time flies. You didn't even get to the steamy part of your fantasy, yet you already had to get dressed and wait for your friend in the driveway.

Your college best friend is back from her seasonal vacation in the Alps. Or was it Greece this time? It didn't even matter. It seemed like they only went to keep the tradition, not because they wanted to. She was probably richer than the whole college combined, yet she didn't know where to use all her fortune. So she settled for buying presents for her friends, which is why you now have a full wall covered with books and collectible figures and movie props.

Thirty minutes later, you are outside, your eyes searching for a black Mercedes with light up wheels and a suspicious looking driver. All three of their bodyguards were funny. They weren't as they described them in books. Her bodyguards were stiff, bland, and didn't say more than a greeting. You didn't exactly expect them to flirt with you any chance they get like you were used to on the pages, but the behaviour was still a disappointment for you.

Chills run up your spine as you watch the sun set. You regret picking out the outfit you are wearing. As if you weren't aware that the summer days are far behind. You wore the dress you got from her last trip to Paris. She had a great fashion sense and loved fashion in general, and to turn down her clothes meant a heartbreak for her.

"As soon as I saw it, I thought: her."

The way she described how she found it was amusing to you. It was knee-length and had long see-through sleeves. You felt the prettiest in it.

Finally, you heard the familiar engine. You didn't even have to look. The vehicle pulled up in front of you, and before the driver could get out, the door opened. A tall masculine figure stepped out of the car, and opened the door all the way for you. You feel chills run up your spine once again, this time not from the cold, but from the sight in front of you.

The man in front of you was absolutely stunning. He had the sparkliest and biggest eyes you had ever seen, broad shoulders, a confident smirk and-

"Dad, stop messing with her! She will think she is going to get kidnapped!" Your friend's voice yelled from inside the car.

You gulped, eyes still not leaving his face. In the three years of your friendship with her, you never saw her parents. Especially her father. Not even on photos. So, naturally, you'd need time to recover from this shock.

"Whenever you are ready."

The man politely bowed his head towards the seats, then stepped back so he could close the door after you. He sat in the front seat, then nodded towards the driver as a sign to turn on the engine.

The ride was peaceful, if you exclude your friend's nails clicking against the phone screen.

"I hear you like books." The words drip from his lips like honey.

You blush at simple eye contact through the rear mirror. His gaze has your fingers playing in your lap and your thighs pressed together.

He is so hot.

"I do, Mr Park."

"That's lovely. It's rare to find people in younger generations that enjoy reading. They mainly use it as a reason to bully someone."

"It truly is," you confirm, wanting to keep the conversation going. "You enjoy books too, Sir?"

Fathers of your other friends usually tell you to call them by their names. But not Park Seonghwa. He sure as fuck is not like other fathers you've met. You don't remember the last time your cheeks felt so hot because of someone.

"Of course. I have a whole library in my house. You are free to see it if you wish. My sweet social daughter will show you. Won't you, darling?"

His gaze switches to your friend, who is too invested in the ongoing conversation on her phone to pay attention to the one happening in real life.

"Sure, sure."

Park Seonghwa shook his head with a chuckle, then sat back in silence. You looked around you. The girl next to you was dressed beautifully as usual. It surprised you how she could make all those weird elements feel so ordinary and pretty. You, on the other hand, struggled to pair the jeans and a top. You barely figured out which shoes went with the dress. You felt underdressed. Her father wore a suit, and she had an elegant short blazer which matched her trousers, paired up with heels and a matching purse. You had a phone in your hand and a tote bag with your pajamas for the night. And a jacket to keep you warm. It didn't go with the outfit you had poorly put together at all. You wanted to run back home and wear something more fitting for the house you'll be staying in for a day or two.

You were in it once. You felt ridiculously small inside it. The ceilings were so high, dazzling chandeliers hanging from them. The windows were tall and in a minimalistic style. You only wondered how much time it took to clean them. They had all sorts of things you thought were unnecessary. Like a pool. The beach was just fifteen minutes away, the pool was there just to show off. So many bedrooms also had you confused. Since Spring, only two people live there now; your friend and her father. The mother filed for a divorce as she found love in a tourist from Poland. Poor Mr Park.

"Let's go," your friend finally put the phone away.

It took you a few moments to take in all the differences that were made. The portrait of a woman and a child above the fireplace was now gone and replaced with one of the man you just met and a young lady in which you found a sister 3 years ago.

"Anyone want my famous fig cheese prosciutto bites?" The man held a silver plate full of the said bites in front of the girls.

"No, dad, disgusting. Fruit and meat?"

"Growing up this spoiled one would think your taste in food would get better. Chicken nuggets don't really pass as an appetiser meal."

You watch with amusement as the two exchange a few funny grimaces, before your friend makes her way towards her room. "You eat some of that, since I know damn well you didn't eat shit today."

"I so did."

"You're so lying, bitch."

You laugh, ready to throw the word right back at her, when you feel Mr Park's gaze on you.

"Cuss her out all you want. It is none of my business."

"No, no. It's not quite appropriate for someone to talk like that."

In front of you, you add in your mind.

He hums, then smiles at you. "Bite?"

"I'd love to."

It takes only an eyebrow raise from him to let you know that you could've worded it better.

"I mean, I'd love one."

You take one from the plate, then admire it. Were you supposed to shove the whole thing in your mouth? Maybe pull it apart and eat it in rows? Bite into it?

"I don't usually try to poison my daughter's friends, doll. Just enjoy it. If we don't eat these tonight, they will go bad and I'll have to throw them away."

The little nickname slip had your toes wiggling in your shoes. He is so effortlessly breathtaking. Seeing that you're still struggling with the food, he takes one bite in his hand. He removes the toothpick holding the ingredients together, then steps towards you.

Every thought you had in your mind until then disappeared. Park Seonghwa gently cupped your lower jaw, and you relax into his touch. You look straight into his eyes as he puts the food between your lips. When you fail to move on your own, he smirks with amusement. Two fingers gently push the food into your mouth, resting on your tongue for a split second.

"Can you chew that for me?"

You feel your core throb. You feel fragile and weak under his touch. Most of all, you feel horny for your friend's dad. You remember to blink, then start chewing on the delicious food. He does not avert his eyes as you do so. Once you made sure to chew enough times, you finally swallow. A satisfied smile decorated his face as his thumb caressed your cheek, hand still cupping your jaw.

"Good girl."

You think you see stars. Park Seonghwa has an impact nobody ever had on you. And lots of them tried. Park Seonghwa didn't even need to try. He just - existed.

The man lets go of your face, then silently makes his way towards his room. At least you assume it is his room. He walked away so calmly, almost making you think you imagined what had just happened. Your face suddenly feels empty and cold without his touch. He had you in a chokehold with a simple touch and a smile.

You almost forget about your best friend waiting in her room. You hope your blushing won't betray you. After all, she must be tired of people wanting to fuck her dad.

Your conversations and jokes don't stop until after midnight. By now, you've had a stand-up show, a few episodes of your favorite TV show, a few funny clips of your favorite artists, and a fashion show. You are exhausted, almost ready for bed. Almost. You still need to get the frustration out somehow. The younger girl is more than ready for bed. The moment her head touched the pillow, she was out of this world. You laugh at her smeared makeup, then reach for the box of wet wipes. You gently clean her face, then try to do her usual routine. You don't remember it, but you try your best.

You make your way to her tall mirror, ready to clean your face too. If your best friend didn't study and work with fashion, she would surely be a makeup artist. It's a pity that you have to wipe down the art she created. Your hands fall down, and your eyes skim over your outfit and hair. She made you wear the brand new lingerie she got for her birthday as a joke. It was funny when they were in her hands, but you'll never forget the gasp that came out of her when you stepped out of the big wardrobe.

"Wanna scissor?"

You'd be up to try it, just not with her. Not while you have her dad on your mind. Perhaps- perhaps you could suddenly get thirsty and go to the kitchen dressed like that? The lingerie was now hidden under a short silver silk dress she wore for her ex boyfriend's birthday party. It looked plain and stupid, but the young girl had the power to turn it into something jaw dropping. Paired with silver heels and dazzling makeup, you looked ready for, well, someone to destroy it.

You open the door, then slowly step in the hallway. The girl explained that Mr Park's room is at the end of the hallway, but you cannot just walk in and expect something to happen. Maybe he simply liked teasing. Maybe he never responds to all those calls for pleasure. He is surely aware of what an impact he has on people, and maybe he finds it amusing. You still have a shot to see for yourself.

You drink a glass of water. Then another one. He isn't here. He must be asleep already. He is a hard working man after all. All this didn't come into his life easily. God, good looking and hard-working? He must be the whole package. Who in their right mind would leave a man like this? Perhaps she couldn't keep up with his sex drive. You hope.

You set the glass aside, and examine the kitchen again. Many drinks decorated the shelves, along with luxurious looking glasses and other glass decorations. You could only dream of having a home like this. You could probably afford a single spoon from the bottom drawer. You just couldn't wait to meet your soul mate and force your brilliant ideas on them. After all, you have a gift for that. Decorating, I mean. Not the forcing part.

You feel less sleepy now that you've drank so much water. You wander around the living room for a while, hoping he would come down at any moment. Yet it still doesn't happen. Your feet carry you to the door near the staircase. You slowly open it, then look around. With your luck, he will come down now that you are snooping around his home. He better stay asleep now.

You step inside, debating whether to turn on the lights. Fuck it, you think. Your hand finds the light switch on the cold wall. You squint at the sudden brightness. It takes a while for your eyes to get used to it, but when they do, all you can do is gasp.

The walls were covered with antique bookshelves, each filled with books from top to bottom. They were divided in sections, and they had the most beautiful covers and spines you've ever seen. You step inside, closing the door behind. The room was endless rows of fantasy, sci-fi, romance, poetry, educational books, and-

Erotica.

Fuck, lots of erotica. A whole wall, maybe even two, dedicated to the sinful delight. You didn't even need to check if you're right. You'd recognise some of those spines even in darkness. A single desk is placed in the middle of the room, along with a comfortable looking chair. Pens and notebooks are neatly placed in the top corner, and a book rests at the edge. A suit jacket, most probably Mr Park's, is placed over the backrest. The room was organised, clean, and smelled like sandalwood mixed with jasmine. It was pleasant enough to just stand there. Yet the curiosity got the best (or worst) of you, as it always did.

The smell of books takes over your senses. You feel the worn out spines and edges under your fingertips. He has them all: from the very first romance novels with the very first sex scenes to steamy books who had sex written all over them. You weren't sure which ones you liked more. You only knew that you'd settle for anything just to get a little taste.

Your gaze falls on the book which laid on the desk. His most recent read, perhaps? It still had a bookmark, you notice. You sit on the chair, and almost sink into it from the softness. You close your eyes, inhaling all the scents you can. You sense a hint of bourbon. Even his scent makes your lower stomach burn with unreleased sensation.

You take the book into your hands, then turn it over. The summary made your curiosity even worse, and you could forget about sleep for at least two more hours. You lean back, put your feet on the desk, and happily start with the book. It has a plot, of course, but currently? You couldn't give a single fuck about it. But you aren't one to skip pages just to get to a certain point in the story. So you force yourself to read through the little boring descriptions. In the corner of your eye, you spot a box of tissues peeking out of the bottom drawers. You see no other chairs around here. It means that nobody enters the room.

A man and a box of tissues mean only one thing.

You sigh at the picture that forms in your head. You see Mr Park sitting on the chair. He is wearing his suit vest, a book in his hand and legs spread comfortably. His other hand is wrapped around his cock, which you know is thick. Your eyes have dropped down there once or twice. He is lazily stroking himself, his attention still fully on the book. There is just something so fucking hot about watching a man satisfy himself.

You feel your throat go dry. You open your eyes, ready to put the book away and try to go to sleep. Yet the plot has just started to get steamy. You sit back once again, the book in your hand not getting any rest tonight. Your eyes skim over the hot descriptions, each making you more flustered. The thought of Park Seonghwa reading this is driving you crazy.

Nicholas has waited for this moment for months, yet it felt like years to him. He would use every second of it, and he will be the best she ever had.

He worshipped her all night long, explored her body with his tongue, whispered sweet nothings into her ear, and grabbed at anything he could. He devoured her, his wet muscle tirelessly working on her sensitive bud. Her cries of pleasure had him cumming in his own pants, yet he didn't care. He existed for her, and her only.

Was it too much to ask for a simple eating out? You wonder how it feels. You had one, a long time ago. Along with a messy first time. God, the second time might've been ever messier. None of it was enjoyable. You too wanted to be manhandled. You too wanted to be worshipped. You wanted someone to tirelessly eat you out until you cream. And scream.

You groan. Continuing will do you no good, but going to sleep is impossible. You could rub out a quick one and then try to rest. Wouldn't be your first time. You feel yourself dripping through your panties. All these descriptions have your head spinning. You reach for the box of tissues. The last thing you needed was to leave evidence that you snooped around. If you're going to leave one, it better not be an arousal stain on the chair.

You pull the drawer so you can take the box out easier. If your jaw could drop to the floor, it probably would. Deeper in the drawer laid a purple gadget. You knew very well what it was. You were never brave enough to get one for yourself. Your parents liked to snoop a lot, and just now you realise where you got it from. He didn't use it on anyone, did he? Your friend did not mention any women near Mr Park. Besides, it feels good for men too.

You carefully take out the wand. It looks brand new, the see through film still wrapped around the head. It could help you out. You'd be finished even quicker. Nobody will ever know. You cannot afford it anymore anyway, so wasting an opportunity like this seems like a shame to you.

You put each leg over the armrests, then lay back comfortably. You press a button. The buzzing sound has your stomach filled with excitement. You resume the reading, the wand dangerously close to your crotch. You didn't remove the film, nor will you remove the panties. If someone barges in, you can throw it in the drawer and act stupid.

You bring the buzzing device closer, and closer, until it finally touches your burning clit. A gasp leaves your lips, the first vibrations giving you the satisfaction you needed. You try to focus on the words, yet the toy feels so good against you that you choose to drop the book and enjoy. You throw your head back, sighs and hums leaving your mouth as you work the toy on your clit. Your mind is clouded with thoughts of a single man. He is so close, yet so far. The scent from his vest is helping you get a clearer picture. He is skillfully working his fingers on you, filling you up just right and licking your juices off his hand so sinfully.

You groan. The vibrations are strong against you, and you don't think you can take it. You are not used to it. Fingers will have to do. You blindly search for the button. When you fail to find it, you open your eyes.

"Fuck-"

The rest of the words come out muffled. A hand is placed over your lips, and another one is covering yours on the wand. You shamelessly stare into the eyes of the man you want to fuck so bad. Judging by his gaze, you think he shares the idea. Without a single word, he presses the toy back into your clit. You sigh into his hand, head falling back and your back arching. You try to close your eyes, but a slap to your inner thigh makes you jump.

"Look at me."

You do as you are told. He does not avert his gaze, not even when you beg him to stop. You are feeling overstimulated, even though you did not orgasm.

"Found yourself a book to read?" He asks, eyes falling on it.

You nod. Now you know why the scent was stronger in the room. How long was he there?

"Come here."

He removes his hand from your face. You are taken aback by his demands. It is turning you on even more. With a single swipe, he drops all the pens and notebooks from the desk on the floor.

"You like wearing cute little dresses and parading around the house?"

"I wasn't-"

"I didn't say I didn't enjoy it." He licks his lips. His hands cup your waist, and you feel your body rise up. He places you on the desk, then rests his hands on your knees. In the most erotic way ever, he looks deep into your eyes, then gently spreads your legs. You want to melt into his arms right there. Mr Park steps between your thighs, hands resting on your cheeks.

"You look so innocent. So pretty for me to ruin."

You say nothing. Instead, you get closer to him. You wish to feel his lips. You wish to feel his tongue in many places.

"But you are far from innocent, aren't you? Probably the biggest slut I've ever met."

"Sir-"

"I don't fuck my daughter's friends, you know."

He places a hand on your chest, gently pushing you to lay down on the desk. He climbs on it with one knee, hand still caressing your cheek.

"Didn't promise anything about best friends though."

His lips hover above yours for a while. He is making it painful for you. He is making you beg. And you are ready to go down on your knees for him.

"I want to fucking ruin you, doll. I want to do all the things you've read about." He whispers into your mouth. His tongue peeks out to lick his lips, accidentally touching yours too. "I want to pound into you as you read your favorite book and struggle to focus. I want to tear you apart right on this desk."

You moan at his words. You swear you could cum from his dirty talk only.

"Will you let me get a taste of you?"

You nod eagerly. He chuckles, then presses a gentle kiss on your forehead. He is looking into your eyes in a way that has you rubbing your thighs together so you can get some friction.

"I need to hear you, love."

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"I'll let you get a taste of me," you repeat. It didn't sound as hot as when he said it. It didn't matter anyway.

Time passed so slow. You had an orgasm to chase, yet Park Seonghwa wouldn't move a single finger.

"Will you let me smear that pretty makeup of yours?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Will you let me stuff you with my cock like a good girl?"

"Y-yes, Sir," you breathe out. The formality is only adding up to the mood. First names are outdone anyway.

"And will you do as I say?"

"Yes," you nod, "yes I will. Anything."

"Anything?" He asks, his eyebrow raised.

"Anything, Sir."

Just when you think he is going to press his lips against yours, he reaches for something behind you. He holds the book in front of you, signaling you to take it.

"Read for me."

Read? It's erotica, not a bedtime story. Yet how can you say no when he asked you so nicely. You clear your throat, then continue where you left off.

"Nicholas held her thighs down to keep her from squirming. His tongue lapped at her clit without stopping. She begged, and begged for - oh!"

The buzzing device is spreading sensation on your clit. You look over the book, and find Mr Park focusing on the space between your legs. He is lazily dragging the wand across your crotch, occasionally pressing into the sensitive bud.

"Keep going," he ordered.

"S-she begged, and begged for more. She had cummed twice on his tongue already. Yet he didn't have enough. He wanted to watch her shake in his arms, beg ‐ ah, ‐ beg for him to stop. Nicholas then inserts his fingers into her, the tips searching for the sweet spot which - f‐fuck - had her groaning with pleasure."

The speed is increased, and your thighs are shaking. You think you're close already.

"I don't think I can handle it much longer." You say.

"I didn't ask."

With that, he increases the speed, this time dragging the toy more forcefully on your crotch. You could spill over the edge at any moment. You want to orgasm with his fingers, not a stupid toy.

"The books isn't going to read itself."

"She held onto his hair for dear life. The pressure was building up at the bottom, and- ah, fuck ‐ and, and-"

"And?"

"I'm going to cum," you cry out.

"I don't remember that being in that scene yet."

"Please-"

"Read."

Your eyes fall back on the words. You just want to lay down and enjoy. Why does he enjoy teasing so much? It's not as fun as it looks or sounds.

"‐and she could feel herself cumming all over his face once again."

You lower the book, just enough so you can look at him. He is focused on his movements. His long, slender fingers are gently pressing your thigh against the wooden surface, while his other hand is working the toy on you. The vibrations change speed and strength, and that's what's keeping you from finishing right in front of him. His tongue wets his lips again, and his lips stay open. He lets out shallow breaths as he watches you clench around nothing.

"Look at you, shamelessly dripping on my work desk." He says, his voice low and raspy. He looks into your eyes, right before he lifts the toy.

He does not break eye contact with you. He climbs on the desk again, spreading your legs with his own and resting his hand on your exposed lower stomach. His hand is hot against your skin. You are ready to give yourself to him in any way.

"You like the book so far?"

"Yes, Sir."

He drags his hand up your stomach, lifting your dress along the way. He takes his sweet time, doing nothing but giving you goosebumps and making your breathing harder. The dress is now scrunched above your breasts, your friend's brand new lingerie completely exposed to his big pupils. It was an ugly colour, but somehow, Mr Park seemed astonished by the view.

"Ah, fuck."

You feel your bra being yanked down, and right after that a warm wet muscle circling over your tense nipples. A gasp leaves your mouth. Then another, and another, with each lick he generously gives you. He squeezes your breasts, massages them, works his tongue on them like it's the most delicious meal in the world. You swear you could orgasm just from this.

Mr Park allows himself to get a bit vocal. He hums around your nipples, gently sucking at them and squeezing the soft flesh around them. He enjoys your squirming under him. He enjoys your moans and gasps. He enjoys your fingers pulling his hair. Most of all, he enjoys how you lift your thighs up and try to meet his crotch, in hopes of getting more relief down there.

He lifts his head from your sensitive breasts, and gets closer to your face. His breathing is heavy against your mouth, and you can almost feel his heart thumping against your chest.

"Tell me, what is your favorite scene from the book?"

"What?" You ask, confused as to why he is insisting on reading and talking about the book.

"You heard me," he speaks into your mouth. He is so close, yet he doesn't dare touch your lips. It's making you extremely frustrating. You wanted to taste the lips that spoke sinful words. You want all of him.

"Well, I kinda liked the first time he fingered her."

"Did you now?" He acts interested. His eyebrow is raised with amusement because of your utter confusion.

"Yeah, I mean, it was hot as fuck. Him fingering her right there in the corner of the club? I swear I'd — oh."

His finger dips inside of you with ease. Your walls swallow it, clench around it, and feel warm against it. Mr Park is lets out a groan. Still, he continues, still looking into your eyes. "What exactly did he do?"

"He made out with her. And fingered her."

"That's all?"

His finger is not moving. It sits there comfortably, enjoying the warmth of your pussy. He licks his lips for the third time that night. He is fighting every urge inside him to just slam his cock into you and ruin you on the table. He wants to enjoy everything you want to give him.

"H-he—" your eyes roll back as he gently presses his finger upwards, "he uses one finger first, to get her used to it. He fingers her slow, and- and‐"

The man slowly pulls out, then equally slowly goes back in. He repeats the motion, and each time it seems slower to you. It is more intense, but you don't think you have the patience.

"He inserts another finger, to stretch her out. He speeds up a bit, and asks her- ah, fuck, asks her if it feels good."

Mr Park leans into your ear. "Does it feel good?"

"Oh, fuck yes."

You feel another finger stretching you our, then another. He watches as his fingers disappear between your tight walls, preparing you so well for him. He speeds up his pace. The sounds of his palm slamming against your pelvis along with your cunt making wet noises is making you arch your back from the table. You shamelessly moan into his mouth, hands grabbing at his shoulders, hair, face, anything.

You are pulled away from the world of ecstasy. You find yourself sitting up straight, your wrists caught in his hand. You are ready to whine about being so close, yet he stops you by pulling you off the desk. The dress falls down your body, covering it once again. The man pulls you off the table, and in a split second, he has you slammed against the bookshelves. You are ready to complain, but he stops you by slamming his palms against the shelves near your head. He looks at you, as if asking if you still want it. You respond by getting closer to him, testing the waters. He doesn't pull away. Instead, he captures your lips with his, hungrily sucking on them and biting them. His tongue is gentle against yours, giving it light strokes and circles. Your fingers find themselves tangled into his hair, then down his neck, shoulders, until they finally rest on his chest. He stops your hands from unbuttoning his snow white shirt. He pulls away too quickly for your liking.

You stare with surprise as he drops down on his knees. Fuck, you love the way he looks at you from down there. His fingers graze the skin of your thighs, then gently lift up the dress.

"Hold that for me." He orders in a whisper. You quickly obey, grabbing the material and holding it above your lower stomach. "Then what happened?"

"The guy took her outside, behind the club. He made her stand against the wall, much like me now. And then—"

You now realise what he is doing. He is recreating the scenes you have just read. He is fulfilling your fantasy. He is doing just what you always wanted, and he doesn't even know it. A sudden boost of confidence enters your body. You could drop a few lines that weren't in the book. He wouldn't notice now, would je?

"He ate her out."

"Did he?" He asks, voice dripping with horny thoughts said out loud. "And just how did he do that?"

"He licked every inch of her skin, explored every curve and bump, and sucked on a specific spot."

The man smirks, then pokes his tongue out. You finally get a chance to see exactly how long it is. He licks a warm stripe over your folds and clit. Your knees are wobbly, and you wish you could've stayed sat down. His hands are gripping you thighs, buttocks, and the back of your knees. He is fully focused into absolutely ravishing you.

He mercilessly licks your clit, each swipe making you more sensitive. He works it up and down, then in circles, then flattens the wet muscle so that he can take in all of you. He makes lewd noises, almost slurping at your arousal and folds.

"So heavenly," he groans. He hums as he speeds up his tongue against your clit.

Short moans leave your mouth, and you find yourself gripping your nipples over the shiny fabric. You pull and squeeze his hair between your finger, and you think you'll choke him with your thighs. He doesn't complain once.

"I'm close—" you whimper, white dots already appearing in front of your eyes.

It was as if you said "stop". He stands up, hand resting on your jaw. He lifts your head to look at him. His lips are glistening with your arousal, and you think it's the hottest thing ever. He dips his thumb and index finger into your cheeks, making you hollow them and open your mouth. He leans in, and just when you think he is about to kiss you, two fingers find themselves resting on your tongue. He proceeds to push them back, right at the end of your tongue. You tear up, but don't gag. He is very distracting with his stare.

You close your lips around his fingers, tongue circling around them and wetting them. He takes them out, puts them in his own mouth. He steps back for a bit, and you carefully follow his every movement. He rips the fabric of his shirt, and buttons drop down on the floor. The sight has you dripping down your legs. You don't get a chance to say much, he pushes you against the desk, this time with you facing the surface. You feel the wet digits spread your folds. You then feel a wet trail rolling down your pussy.

Did he—? Did he spit directly on your pussy?

You hear the belt unbuckling, then fabric shuffling. Something hot touches your other cheeks, gently caressing them and leaving a trail of precum. His hand reaches near you, taking the book and opening it where you marked it. It then cups your neck, gently pressing the sides of it just enough to make you dizzy.

"Read for me, doll."

"But-"

He leans down, feeling a bit annoyed at all your protests. "Read for me so I can stuff you with my cock in peace."

You have no other choice but to continue. You feel him circling your folds, but not touching you where you need it.

"Nicholas couldn't believe how long it had been since he last felt her. He pounded into her like there was no tomorrow. His hips forcefully connected with hers— ah!"

You feel him stretch you out. The sweet burning sensation is back, this time actually pleasant. He fills you to the end, hands tightly holding onto your waist and neck. He pulls out, just to slam back into you, much like Nicholas.

"He watched her tits bounce with every hip thrust he m-made, a sight for sore eyes. He fondled her nipples, listened to her moans and watched her face twist wit-th pleasure—"

His hands move your body towards him, making him reach spots that have you gripping the edge of the desk.

"Please let me enjoy this, Mr Park. Oh please, let me."

He pulls your hair, making your back arch and your head fall back. He looks at you from above, hips still working their pace.

"You're saying you're not", thrust, "enjoying this?"

"No, I just—"

"I spoiled you," thrust, "in such a," thrust, "short," thrust, "time."

He proceeds to thrust a few times faster, then slows down. He fucks you nice and gentle, occasionally letting out a grunt or a hiss. He goes deep, making you roll your eyes.

"Look at me," he pulls your hair more.

You whimper, the pleasant pain spreading over your body.

"Look at your pretty makeup running down your cheeks."

He wasn't lying when he said he is going to ruin you. He turns your body over with ease, and you wonder just how strong this man is. Mr Park lifts your legs on his shoulders, the position giving him more access to all the sweet spots. He slams into them with no mercy, abuses every weak spot you have, and fills your mouth with his fingers to keep you quiet. They don't help much, since you are equally loud even when he tries to make you gag.

"Want me to fill you up like a stuffed toy?"

"Please," you manage to beg.

Your eyes roll back from pleasure, and you are feeling like you're floating. You are so close, and if he cums inside you, you will cum right then. Mr Park is now moaning. His hands are gripping your waist, slamming your weaker body into his hips. Sweat is decorating his exposed body, and his hair is sticking up everywhere. Watching him focus on chasing his high is something you'll always remember with love. He is progressively getting sloppier and louder, and you just can't wait to see him cum.

You are squeezing and milking him so well, he could go all night long with you. He lets out a prolonged moan as he spills into you, hips still working in and out. You follow after, the feeling of warm seed touching the right places.

"Fuck—" you moan, moving your hips and riding out your high.

The man drops on top of you, cock still deep inside.

You notice the windows are foggy, and the smell of sex is more than present in the room. You don't want to move. You want more. It just isn't enough.

"Ah fuck, I could go for a second round." He admits.

"I can handle it."

"But I can't so please go to sleep or go fuck outside."

Shit.

[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.

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

Mission: Impossible - Fallout

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?

[staysluttymyfriends97]

And here we have part two

authors notes: Im still working out how I want to format there things so just hang on tight for me. While I work that over in my brain till I’m beating a dead horse. 

Here is part one

And here we have part three

Henry Cavil X Actress!Reader 

Warnings: 18+, a few Fucks are dropped, Tom and Zendaya just being Tom and Zendaya (I love them so much it hurts), Henry just being big dumb .

As I sit in the car on the way to the studio I think of all the ways I can use to get out of this. Maybe if I jump out of the car while the driver slows down I can just roll out. I do my own stunts. I can do that. On the other hand the press might have a field day if they find out I jumped out of a moving vehicle. I can see it now “Marvel actress jumps out of moving car so she didn't have to see the love of her life she literally ran away from”, what a beautiful ring it has to it. Come on Y/N use that big brain of yours, I believe in you. If i was my Marvel charter right now I know I could find a way out of this. Granted I play Tony Stark's Daughter so her level of I don’t give a fuck, hate me if you want and mine are very off. The nudge to my shoulder pulls me out of my thoughts.

 “What's going on in that brain of yours?” Tom ask raising one eyebrow, just to show his true concern. I turn back to the window as I hear him add on,”You have been zoning out all day.” I hear a slap then Tom exclaims in pain. “That right hurt.” I turn back to the couple to see Tom rubbing the back of his head. Zandaya leans over him to put her hand on my leg, giving it a light squeeze. 

“You have been doing great today. Zoning out a good amount of time. No camera noticed i’m sure of it.” She leads back into her spot giving Tom a glare as she goes. 

“I’m assuming this has something to do with you and Henry?” With Tom's question I lead forward to look at Zen asking the question “how does he know?”, she just shrugs her shoulders at me. Tom takes this time, me and her having a full conversation without saying anything to lean back further into the middle seat. He crosses his arms over his chest. “What did you guys really think I didn't know? Her running out of the room yesterday after the email was set out was the final nail in the coffin. I mean come on guys his nickname was Superman. Not even I am the dumb.” I gave Zen a look that said “far point”. 

“Yes, It has to do with him.” I tell him letting out a breath after. Tom didn't stop his rant there. It seems he has a lot of pinned up anger about us thinking he didn't know. “ I mean and that is not even going over the fact that you show up at my mum's house the day after Christmas nonetheless crying your eyes out. And going on the fact I knew you spent Christmas with him and his family. It was really easy to come up with that. Oh and you have the time…” Wack! Another slap to the back of the head from Zendaya. “Could you stop doing that? I'm going to get a brain injury.” He then goes to rubbing the back of his head again. That slap was enough to get me to laugh. “Tom, you are acting like a brain injury. We got it Sherlock  you really cracked the case.” She looks over at me after this. “Everything is going to be fine. I have a plan. Me and you are sharing a room so I will play bodyguard if i have too. Plus I heard he isn’t going to the rehearsal so that is a plus. So the only time he will see you is when the show is live so nothing will happen then.” I give her a small smile. “Funny, my plan was to jump out of the car. Now that I think about it, I could make it look like Tom pushed me.” I finally look at Tom. He doesn't look very amused with my statement. “Oh look who is deflecting with humor.” 

I squint my eyes at him,”Oh you think I was joking.”  Tom gives a dry laugh. Forever being the mom of the group Zendaya leads over to look at me again. “Do you understand the plan?” I roll my eyes at her. “Yes mom, I understand the plan.” This is why she is my best friend. Forever making sure everyone around her is okay. 

The rest of the car ride was easy. Tom and Zendaya kept up small talk  with me. I have a feeling they just didn’t want me zoning out again. I have hit my limit of times I can  black out the people around me for one day. When we get to the studio,  being the good listener I am, I just follow Zendaya. I keep my head down the whole time. I have this overwhelming fear that I'm going to have one of those monuments that happen in movies. You know the one? When you make eye contact with someone and your whole world stops. I was looking forward to being in front of a crowd of people when I would see him for the first time in 6 months. Being in front of the camera was my domain. I could be the girl who didn’t care. And in this case who I needed to be. The girl who was in an interview with her best friends. To the world I was Henry Cavil's best friend. I have been seen on family vacation with him, movie primers and some much more. The outside world never saw us as more than friends. I guess that should have been my big flashing red warning sign. No one ever thought it would be possible that we are more than friends. Why would he think that? Why would he see me in a way no one else did? As a girlfriend, a person to spend the rest of your life with. 

I hear snapping an look to see a hand in front of me, snapping at me. I look up to see no other then Zen. “I love you so much.” I stopped her there,”But?” “You have got to stop shutting down. Your life motto for today is “Fake it till you make it.” You get me? Now, we have rehearsal  lets go.” She gives no time to talk back to her as she walks away. I think that was her master plan. I jog up to her an fall in step.

 “You have a friend with short legs, could you not run away please.” I tell her as I bump my shoulder into hers.  “Baby that wasn’t running.” I roll my eyes at her. As we are about to step the stage Tom comes running up to us. “Where is your phone? I have been calling you.” He starts to us a harsh tone so I walk pass them. I did not need to be around for her to yell at him for scolding her. His funeral. I stand on the stage facing the couches, waiting for further instructions. I look over to Zendaya and Tom to see if she was choking him out yet, to my surprise she is already looking at me. Then Tom turned to look at me as well. Oh I didn't like that. Then I see it. The same look she was giving me last night. I wanted to run. I turn on my hills to make the fastest leave ever seen in history when my body is slammed into someone. A brick wall. I had high hopes it was a brick hall. One that was put in behind me as I was looking at my friends. Luck, however, was not on my side. For the brick wall spoke.

 “Sorry I’m late traffic was a nightmare,” I could feel him looking down at me now ,” Are you alright?” I let out the driest laugh my body has ever summoned. “Am I alright? Yes, Henry I’m perfectly fine.” I said all this while keeping my head down. I could hate him as long as I don't look directly at him.  I step out of his grip. Its funny how I didn’t notice his arms around me till I stepped away.  Part of me, the weaker part, wanted to jump back in his arms and beg him to be my friend again. Tell him how much I have missed him. How much I need him in my life. Thankfully, I remind myself in this moment that I hate him. I have to. “Alright that enough.” I feel Zens hand grab my shoulder. She's pulling me away. Letting go as she places me shoulder to shoulder with Tom. I have no time to speak as the production  assistant steps up to give us the rundown. I have a feeling I have pissed someone in the universe off for the fact I am to be settled in between Tom and Henry. My only saving grace is that it isn't the long couch but individual chairs. As I have been doing all day, I think of something else as she goes over the does and don’t on the interview. I can be strong. I can do this. I also need to not cry because if my make up team has to redo my makeup i think they might kill me. They where not very happy this morning with how puffy my face and under eyes were. I told them I was watching sad movies all night that's why i looked that way.  I don't know if they bought it but it made me feel better. I mean I wasn't fully lying. I was going over the sad movie that was my life. So it felt like the truth.  

“The rehearsal is over .” Zendaya tells me as she grabs my hand to walk us back to our room. Like a cold bucket of water has been thrown at me I hear it. I hear him call my name. “Y/n!” At first he sounded far away. Sure enough he just kept getting closer. “Y/n Y/M/N”, he voice was stern now. Fuck, not my middle name. If I was any weaker I would have dropped to my knees and said yes sir. Instead I stop. Zen doesn’t, so her hand is ripped from mind as her long legs keep moving her forward. “What are you doing?” she whispers at me as she rush back to my side. Then I can feel it. I can feel him just behind me. I can just see it now. Hands in his pockets looking so unsure of himself.  I keep my back to him. if i look in his eyes and it will be over. That movie moment will happen and all the strength I have will be lost. Even if it is already hanging by a thread.  

“What do you want, Henry?” I tell him i try to keep the bite out of my voice but it creeps in. “Well first I want you to turn around. Then I would like to talk to you.” I can tell he was looking right at Zendaya as he said,”Alone.”   “Over your dead body.” Zen said with so much venom I think she was trying to make it happen. “Please” I don't know if he did it on purpose  but he sounded just like I did that night. I let out a breath I feel I have been holding in for 15 minutes. “Fine” not two seconds after the words left my mouth did I feel Zen grab my shoulders and whip my head so we where face to face. “What are you doing?” “I got this. It will be fine step a timer for 15 minutes then come get me.”

 I look around her to find an empty room. Without hearing her say another word I reach my hand back to him. Silently asking him to take my hand, I drag  him with and push him in first. He stumbles a bit but gathers himself. I lean myself against wall next to the door. Still keeping my head down. That it, just don’t look him in the eyes. 

“Please look at me” His voice is soft.

“I wouldn't focus on that part, you have 15 minutes so get to it. What do you want?” I keep my voice as even as i can 

“Fine,”  He takes in a breath,”You ran out so fast that morning you didn't let me explain myself.” 

Oh that was funny. So funny in fact I did laugh. 

“Explain yourself? By saying what? Hey, Y/N let me list all the reasons I don’t love you. Sorry I didn't stick around for that. Also, I have a feeling it would have been a lie anyway.”

“What makes you say that?” 

“I’m not the one trying to plead my case right now. So why don’t you just get on with it.” 

I suddenly find my hands to be the most interesting thing in the room. Pulling at my fingers as I try to think if I really want to hear him out.

“You're nervous. You only play with your hands when you are nervous.”

“No shit, is this why they casted you as Sherlock because nothing gets past you.” 

And this is where my mistake was. I was so proud of my comeback, so proud I looked up to make sure it hit. Oh it hit. I was also hit. There he has. I knew he was going to look sad but I just didn’t know how much it was going to pain my heart to see. His eyes were so blue I think I forgot to breathe. Six months without him hit me. God I missed his eyes. Sometime he didn’t even have to talk to me to, they said it all. 

“There you are.” 

His words could have ripped my heart out. They might as well. 

“Don’t fucking do that.” I hissed at him. 

“I have missed you so much”��

This is when I released he was moving towards me. 

“Don’t fucking do that either.” 

“I did lie.”

This can't happen

“What now you love me? 6 months without me  is all it took? No, that cant be it. .” 

“There is a reason I didn't say it '' he bit out. 

This made me even more upset. He doesn't get to be mad at me. 

“It better be good. It better be the best fucking reason you have ever come up with.” 

Hearing that he takes one step back. Oh I don’t like that either.

“I was scared.”

That was not a good reason. 

“Try harder, give me more than that.” 

“What if I couldn't be good enough for you?.” 

This can’t be happening. That can not be why. 

“What? You can’t tell me you love me because you don’t think you are  good enough for me. ,” my head feels like it is spinning,”that sounds like a cop out Henry.”  That seemed to get to him. With two fast steps he has me pushed up against the wall. He flattens his hands  and levels  himself so we are face to face. 

“It's not a cop out,” his voice was harsh. He shakes his head then goes on, but softer this time. “I was wanted to tell you first. I was going to tell you that you mean the world to me. That when I met you I knew you where suppose to be in my life forever. But you where 20 newly in the business. I wanted you to have your life first . Because once you are with me I will never let you go. That why I said we can’t. But before that you whispered please and I lost all sight of my plan.”

I can’t move. Not just because his body was boxing me in. He gave me to much information. 

“You didn’t say it back because you want to spend the rest of your life with me.” That was the best way I had to sum up the words he just throw out at me. My brain was over loading. He wanted to be with me all this time. But somehow got it in his brain I needed to “Live my life” first. What is happing? “You didn’t tell me that.”

He then rested his forehead on mine.  

“You ran away.” I felt a tear on my face, and it was not my own. 

It was me. I ran. Wait a minute. This whole we wanted to be with each other. I push him back a little. I move my hand up to wipe my thumb across his cheek. 

“Henry that is a lot of information” 

He leads into the palm of my hand. He turns his head ever so slightly to kiss my palm. “Its all true you know.” He give one more kiss then steps back.

“I need a minute to get my brain around what just happened”

He step back in front of me. He grabs me and pulls me in tight. My arms go around his waste. I don’t know how long we stayed like that. I do know he was the first to pull away. I look up at him. I don’t know why I was so scared. He took me by surprise when he leaded down to place a kiss on the top of my head.”Take all the time you need, I meant it when I said I got you.” I looked up at him in question .”I knew you weren’t asleep yet.” He walks to the door but just before he pulls it open. He looks to me one more time. “I love you Y/N, Im not letting you run this time. I will see you latter.” And with that he left. 

Well... What the fuck just happened? 

Authors notes: Tada!!! There you have it part two. I don’t know how I feel about the ended. I had like 3 ideas and this one won. But I don’t know if I like that is won. Anyways I hope you enjoyed it. if you like please like and share with your friends. I want to say a big thank you for the love that you shared for the first  one. There will be a part 3 let me know if you would like to me tagged on that. 

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Athens Awaits

A/N: I made the unfortunate mistake of watching The Immortals and now I’m literally wet for Theseus. It is what it issss! So I decided to do a one shot (possibly a mini series) with that hunk of a god. Love that for me. I have dived into the lore, so I’ll try to stay as close to that as possible, but with Henry Cavill is my muse, y’know?

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Pairing: Theseus x Royal!reader

Warnings: Language, smut (MINORS DNI), p in v, oral (female recieving), mentions of battle, weapons, blood

Athens awaits

The city around you were abuzz with chatter and the golden buildings shone in the soft, setting sun. One shouldn’t think that there was a looming threat over Nicopolis by the Hyperion army by the way the joy and laughter filled every street.

The few men who had showed up a week ago from Calydon had talked about the army and their strength, all bloodied and heaving chests.

You hid your face further inside the cloak, hoping no one would see you wandering the streets of the lower city quietly, trying to get to the Temple of Athena without being seen.

Not many would react with kindness to the princess.

The temple was empty, only petals from flowers left behind on the tiles. Your bare feet were silent against the cool tiles and you finally let the hood fall from your face, staring up at the statue of Athena. You gently laid down the flowers and a few coins down at her feet and kneeled in front of her, silently praying for the Hyperion Army to go around the city, not through it.

“Princess.” a soft, dark voice rumbled from behind you and you gasped, quickly getting on your feet, pulling your dagger from your waistband and stood, ready to fight, looking at the man in front of you.

He had a slanted smile, an eyebrow quirked and hands up, clearly showing he wasn’t here to fight. He was shirtless.

“I’m not here to fight you, princess.” You let your dagger fall. “Theseus.” You said as he stepped into the soft light and you finally recognized his face as the man, who’d been at court, warning your father of the army in the horizon. “What are you doing here?” He stepped closer to you, staring up at Athena as well. He smelled like sunlight.

“Same as you, I suppose.” He glanced at you. “Praying. Waiting.”

“I thought you didn’t believe in the Gods.” You said softly. He smiled at you.

“I don’t. But my mother did.” You nodded, understanding the hidden pain in his voice.

“Mine too.”

You stood in silence for a while, looking at the statue in front of you, the sun setting rapidly.

“You should be back up there, protected.” He whispered to you. You shrugged, the cloak sliding off of your shoulders, pooling at your feet.

“I should. I shouldn’t. My destiny is mine, not to be handled by bodyguards and swords.” You retorted. He chuckled and his eyes fell on your shoulders and the thin string resting there, holding your dress up and together. He turned to you fully.

“Does your father know you’re here?” He asked in a low voice, stepping even closer to you. You raised your eyebrow.

“He doesn’t need to know everything I do.” You knew you were playing with fire, but Theseus was intoxicating, like honey and sunlight, and his eyes were the colour of the far off sea.

“Really?” He asked. He was so close, tantalisingly so, and you felt your nipples stiffen, as his hand slid over your shoulder. You nodded.

“Yes.” You could feel his breath on your face, calloused fingers rough against your skin. He chuckled and dipped his head, forehead against yours.

“Does your father know that you’re close with a soldier, a faithless one at that?” He whispered. You smiled softly, your hands finding purpose on his bare back, tracing the faint scars.

“Faithless. Depends on the faith, wouldn’t you say?” you asked, smiling at him.

“Which faith do you think me?” his fingers hooked the strings on your shoulders, slowly letting them fall from you, the fabric barely resting on the swell of your breasts.

“You tell me.” You retorted, your fingers swiftly undoing the strings on the back of his pants, loosening them.

“I believe my faith is in you, Y/N.” He finally spoke your name, much more like a prayer of old - whispered gently, almost scared, in the darkness and shroud of the Gods of old. You smiled at him, finally heaving a breath big enough for the dress to finally drop from your shoulders. Your chest exposed to him, his fingertips as gentle as the wind, brushed over your hardened nipples, and you sighed a breath of relief and lust. His breath hitched at the sight of you.

“Is that so?” Your fingers found his curls, tugging them gently, pulling him closer to you.

“It is.” His lips brushed against yours as he spoke, sending tremors down your body with anticipation.

He didn’t miss it. “Can I kiss you?” His voice was barely a whisper, his warm, rough hand now on the small of your back, digging into your skin with concealed lust. You simply nodded.

He didn’t waste a second, lips harsh with desperation on yours. He was soft, endlessly careful, but you felt the restraint he put on himself. You moaned against his lips, desperate for more, anything, as his lips danced over yours, while your fingers tugged at his hair. You bit his lip, earning you a growl from him as a warning.

“Don’t.” He whispered against your lips.

“Why?” You whispered back, fingers nimbly removing the strings on his pants.

“I wouldn’t know how to stop.” he bit your lip, drawing a moan from you. “Then don’t.” you simply replied.

And he followed orders.

With a groan, he wrapped you in his arms, stepping out of his pants and grabbing you by the waist and pushed you gently against the wall of the temple, his tongue against yours and lips harsh with desire.

His fingers pushed the remaining dress down, freeing you completely and he was quicker than an arrow with his fingers. They were everywhere, your moans echoing in the temple as they dipped in your folds. He chuckled darkly as you rolled your hips against him, desperate for friction and his fingers deeper in you.

You moaned against his lips, his tongue darting out to meet yours in a passionate wrestle - he pumped his fingers slowly, dragging against your walls and curled his fingers up, hitting your g-spot and you gasped against his lips as hot flames of pleasure licked your skin, the coil in your stomach tightening. He chuckled a little against your lips, his fingers moving faster and faster. You felt his hard cock against your thigh, warm velvet, and you wanted to be ruined by him.

As he picked up his pace, you mewled against him - he stilled his movements, removing his lips from yours and slowly removed his fingers before getting on his knees, his lips kissing every inch of exposed skin as he went down, and right before his lips reached your peak, he sent you a smile, that was sinful, promising and loving all at once.

He kissed your wet folds, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe along you - you gasped, your knees buckled and his hands went to your hips to steady you as his tongue darted out to your clit, languidly eating you out.

When his tongue dipped inside of you, you lost control. The orgasm overtook you, pleasure coming in waves as he ate you out through your orgasm, lapping up everything you gave him. Your body was shaking and if he didn’t have his hands on you, you’d be on the floor.

When you finally came out of your reverie, he gently pulled you down to him, kissing him as he laid on top of you. You could taste yourself on his lips.

“What do you want?” He asked against your lips. Your legs were spread, he was resting between your legs, his cock twitching against your inner thigh.

“You.” You whispered against him, rolling your hips to bring him in - he smiled softly and lined himself up, his hard tip against your slick folds and stilled, looking you in your eyes.

You looked back at him, a still sea behind his eyes as he pushed inside of you, sheathing himself in your heat and groaned as he bottomed out, eyes still on yours. He was shaking as he held himself back, allowing you to adjust to him.

You rolled your hips experimentally and he moaned, a sound you’d never forget - you wanted to be ruined by this man, you’d thank him for murdering you slowly. He couldn’t hold back anymore, his lips slamming against yours and he started pistoning in and out of you with a speed not known to man. You moaned his name and prayers fell over your lips as you wrapped your legs around his hips and his hand found your breast, grabbing it harshly as he rutted in you.

The flames of pleasure were licking your skin again, your pussy pulsing around him, forcing him deeper and he moaned a quiet fuck under his breath. The sounds of your wetness against his hard cock filled the temple and echoed around the walls, creating a sinful song around you mixed with your stuttering moans. His speed was stuttering, clearly trying to hold back - you found his lips, kissing him desperately.

“Please…” You whispered against him, your own orgasm on the brink - you were teetering on the edge, almost falling off it and he kissed you back, tongue sliding against yours, hand in your hair.

“With me.” He said, picking up the pace and let his cock fill you completely, head hitting your cervix and you bucked under him, finally falling freely into pleasure.

You heard him roar through the haze of your pleasure, and felt him twitch in you, filling you with his hot seed before slowly stilling.

He was still on top of you, kissing your lips, cheek and throat, soft lips against heated skin. Your fingers were wrapped in his hair and you felt his spend slowly trickle out from you.

He cleared his throat before kissing you longingly again and slid out of you.

He handed you your dress and you slowly got to your feet to put it on.

He let his hand cup your cheek, kissing you softer than a butterfly’s wings and leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes closed.

“I believe I should talk to your father.” He said with a soft smile. You hummed.

“Why?” He kissed you again and wrapped your hands in his, pulling away slightly.

“I need to convince him that you can marry a common soldier.” You blushed at his words.

“You’re anything but common, Theseus.”

“Only because I know you.”

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hello all! welcome to my march smut marathon, which has a similar set-up to kinktober. here I will be posting mainly whenever I have stuff written so this might not be every day. All are x fem!reader so please keep that in mind.

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18+ only please and thank you. by pressing 'keep reading' you are agreeing to the exposure of smut. please read each individual warning. not your style? don't read it. i am not responsible for your media consumption. SOME DARK THEMES AHEAD.

00. mirror sex (ransom x reader)

01. against a wall (professor!bucky x reader)

02. ass worship (lee bodecker x reader)

03. knife play (winter soldier x avenger!reader)

04. size difference (geralt of rivia x reader)

05. deep-throating (college!peter parker x reader)

06. object insertion (bodyguard!steve x reader)

07. sixty-nine (baker!bucky x reader)

08. hate/angry sex (frank castle x reader)

09. praise kink (andy barber x reader)

10. sleepy sex (vampire!peter parker x reader)

12. begging (charles blackwood x reader)

13. edging (mob!tom holland x reader)

14. bath/shower (sugardaddy!sebastian x reader)

15. collaring (august walker x reader)

16. nipple play (sub!peter x reader)

17. pegging (pre-serum steve x reader)

18. cock worship (clark kent x reader)

19. overstimulation (bucky x reader)

20. phone sex (tom holland x reader)

21. a/b/o (alpha!ransom x reader)

22. thigh riding (th!Nathan Drake x reader)

23. window sex (dbf!andy barber x reader)

24. slow/soft sex (college!peter parker

25. titty fucking (sherlock holmes x reader)

26. pregnancy (henry cavill x reader)

27. aftercare (frank castle x reader)

28. cockwarming (bestfriend'sbrother!clark kent x reader)

29. period sex (aphrodesiac!peter x reader)

30. threesome (nick fowler x winter soldier x reader)

31. gangbang (henry cavill characters x chris evans characters x reader)

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Henry Cavill + Characters works by buckyownsmylife

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↪ follow-up (two-parts, continuations) 💚 Completed (for series)

🔥 smut 🌸 fluff 💎angst 💫 AU

Characters in this masterlist:

August Walker + Captain Syverson + Henry Cavill + Walter Marshall

At Last 🔥💫

The one where August is your bodyguard and neither of you are too happy about it.

Warnings: smut, bodyguard!august,  somewhat bratty!reader, semi-public sex, daddy kink, oral sex (f), fingering, pussy slapping, cursing, edging,  begging, p in v, degradation, choking, name-calling, hair-pulling, squirting, slight cumplay, anal play, anal sex, threats of double and triple penetration

Something Just Like This 🔥

The one where August figures out what happened to you.

Warnings: smut, some angst, pregnancy, breastfeeding kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, unprotected sex

a higher place 🔥

The one where a misunderstanding leads you into where you belong: August's arms.

Warnings: jealousy, misunderstandings, crude language, possessiveness, kind of knife play, dub!con if you squint (since reader is so willing), kind of public play? (they’re in a bar, but there’s no one else around), daddy kink, spanking, orgasm control, unprotected sex (don’t do it!), creampie.

Everything About You 🔥

The one where he’s surprised to find out what has been your companion while he was away

Warnings: smut, captain kink, slight obedience kink, use of sex toys, threat of orgasm denial, masturbation (f), threat of overstimulation, cockwarming, mention of double penetration

My Mistakes 🔥💫

The one where Henry Cavill was your married professor and he appears on your door one night after his life falls apart.

Warnings: smut, no actual cheating in Henry’s end (althought that’s open for consideration), professor-student relationship (the student’s supposed to be in the process of achieving a PhD), dirty talk (hello, it’s me), sir kink, praise kink, actually quite a lot of fluff because these two are idiots in love

Burn 🔥

The one where Henry’s blindfolded.

Warnings: p in v, oral (f), curse words, one mention of daddy! kink, unprotected sex (I don’t recommend it), restraints and blindfolds. Also, the reader is trying to be a dom in this one, but she’s pretty soft.

Black and White 🔥💫

The one where Henry is a vampire and he’s been trying to keep you safe by distancing himself.

Warnings: vampire!Henry AU, blood, smut

S.O.S. 🔥💫

The one where Henry works for your father so you come up with a plan.

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, barista!Henry AU, slightly sub!Henry, light choking

You and I 🔥

The one where Henry comes over to fix your computer

Warnings: reader is a henry fan, pandemic theme, lockdown and quarentine-ing, little bit of second-hand embarrassment?, heatwave, henry is feeling deprived in this one, oral sex (f), masturbation (f), dirty talk, brief hairpulling, the name of God in vain, Henry’s monster dick,  laughing and teasing while fucking, hand over throat but no actual choking, orgasm control, p in v, unprotected sex

friendzone - chris evans x reader x henry cavill smut/angst

When Chris breaks your heart, you’re glad that you have work to occupy your mind. But when he finds a way to insert himself in the project you’re directing, there’s more that he can ruin than your peace of mind - like your blooming relationship with the main actor, one Henry Cavill himself.

Warnings: smut, angst, betrayal of trust

don't  - manager!henry cavill smut

The one where Henry is your much older manager, but that doesn’t stop you from falling for him.

Warnings: age gap, secret relationship, parents disapproval, smut, unprotected sex, celeb!reader

Sentimental Education 🔥💫 (drabbles)

The one where you’re having an affair with your professor but he wants so much more…

Warnings: implied age gap, professor/student relationship, reader is a grad student, so no underage business, breeding kink, smut

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Devils roll the dice, Angels roll their eyes

Pairing: Bodyguard!August Walker x Reader

Warnings:  Soft!Dark August Walker, Dubcon, Swearing, Alcohol consumption, Sexual themes, mention of death, violence, drama. If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: Aghhh I hope you enjoy! Reblogs are helpful!

No Rules in Breakable Heaven: Beginning, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, End

"I don't mean to intrude," the Earl started, "but where did you get your bodyguard?"

You were seated in front of him in his lovely manor. The exquisite cup of tea still warm in your hands. You admitted the tea was calming- despite the fact that you knew you would have some battles to fight later on. You managed to slip off of August this morning when he left the manor early in the morning claiming he had some business to attend to. Well, he didn't say that to you but to the guards stationed in your manor. They almost didn't let you out when you gently reminded them that you were the one paying them and not August. Your staff was acting like he was the man of the house that it started to annoy you. You glared so hard at them, something you never did back when your life lack August, that they had no choice but to give you the keys and let you out of your own damn house.

You were the lady of the house. But they were acting like it was August who called the shots.

You just wanted to meet with your good friend George, why did it have to be harder than it had to be?

"He was the one who saved me that fateful day," you answered him softly. You really were grateful, but at the same time you could not help but feel like he was stepping out of his lane. Last night proved how barbaric he was, how feral he was.

You could still feel him. When he finally let you go, you could not meet his eyes. You were embarrassed by how many times you came with his tongue and fingers inside you, how quickly you gave in.

"He was? That's strange," the Earl had a thoughtful look in his face. He sipped his tea before looking at you. The early sunlight was illuminating his face, making him looked more gentle, more handsome, more prince-like, unlike August who looked like darkness and angel personified.

"What is?"

He pondered for a moment, as if choosing his words wisely before he leaned in, "Don't you think it was strange that he was there? I mean no offense, sweetheart, but that party was exclusive. And the island they found you in was near the yacht."

You furrowed your brows, taking in what he was saying. You knew in the back of your mind he was making sense, but you could not see the finality of it all from the haze of your mind. "I remember him saying that he was one of the hired security service that day," you answered him softly.

And the Earl gave you a tight-lipped smile before changing the subject. He reminded himself to check the guest list as well as the security on that fateful day.

You drove peacefully back to your manor, your phone still turned off. You didn't want any disturbance when you went to meet your friend, so opposed to what August was thinking. You felt a little suffocated, to be honest. The manor was eerily quiet as you parked the car in front of the door, so sure that your staff would move it. Getting your purse from the passenger seat, you decided to turn on your cellphone.

You had messages from your secretary giving you updates, confirming your schedules, and meetings for your business that you family built. But those several messages paled compared to August's three messages.

"Where are you, Princess?"

"If you answer now, I won't punish you."

"See you at home."

You almost wanted to say you were sorry, but at the same time you knew you did nothing wrong. But you didn't do anything wrong....right?

A sudden knock on your window made your heart jumped. You looked up to see a calm August leaning down. He was so calm, his face gave nothing away except his eyes. There was a storm brewing in his eyes- one that you would missed if only you didn't spend weeks beside him.

"Open the door, princess."

You found yourself shaking your head. Your heart was beating faster- his calm façade was luring you to open the door. But you gut was telling you to be wary of this man.

"No? Okay, princess," he replied before he expertly opened the door without the keys, successfully unlocking it using the dagger he had hidden in his suit.

You gaped at him as he opened the door, he smiled at you calmly, and then proceeded on unlatching your seatbelt. "Well, at least you had your seatbelt on," he mused as he pulled you out of your car.

"How did you know how to do that?" you exclaimed, your elbow in his giant hand as he guided you inside the house.

He turned his head to you, clearly bemused by what you pulled today, "Training, princess," he shared. You tried wrenching your arm away from him to no avail. You didn't realize where he was leading you until you entered your bedroom. You looked around at what he did while you were away- and you wanted to hide your face in your hands, or hide all the way from him as he watched you take in what he did.

"I have half a mind to put you over my knee for escaping me, princess," He stated as if he was talking about the weather. He had his hands in his pockets, his suit immaculate as if he didn't just pull an unwilling woman, his employer nonetheless, up the stairs. "But I won't. I'll give you a choice."

This was a choice? On your bed laid the number of toys you own. How did he find these? "Did you-" you started before turning your head to him, "-did you rummage my things?!"

He shrugged off his suit, folding it over the back of your chair before he removed his cuff links. "What are you doing?!" you shrieked at him before putting a much needed distance between the two of you. As if the table could shield you from him.

"Pain or pleasure, princess?" he mused as he folded his sleeves to his arms, revealing his muscular forearms. Untying his necktie, "Choose, princess. Or else, I'll choose,"

He followed your eyes as you glanced over the door before he shook his head, "You won't get past me."

"I'll scream," you warned him.

He looked thoughtful before he shrugged. He started walking closer to you, while you evaded him as you went around your furniture, trying to put them between the two of you. "I dismissed the staff, princess. There's no one else to save you from me."

He dismissed the staff? You were terrified, you didn't think as you made a run to the door. Your legs carrying you so fast, your arm extended to the door and you were almost so close. You didn't hear him behind you before a muscular arm encircled your waist. August lifted  you as if you weigh nothing to him- with how huge he was and how much he towered over you, you shouldn't be surprised that he could carry you effortlessly.

You tried scratching his arm to get him to let go of you before he deposited you to the center of your bed. You huffed as you tried to sit up. "Choose, princess." he stated once again, but this time his voice had an edge to it. "Choose, or else I'll choose both."

August looked down at you as he gracefully wretched his tie from his neck. "Pleasure," you finally answered seeing how you were scared of pain. He was so physically huge.

You found yourself with your wrist tied to the bed, your dress thrown on the floor, your bra cut open. You were only wearing your thong. "Princess, did you wear this just for that Earl?" he wondered but something in his eyes told you that the only acceptable answer was no. You shook your head.

"Three."

"Three what?"

"I want three orgasms from you. One for escaping me," August placed your vibrator directly on your pussy, your legs spread and tied on the bed post. He turned it on, putting it in the lowest mode. "Two, for ignoring my message." He then crawled on top of you, his face devilishly handsome before he leaned down to look in your eyes. "Three, for going on a date with him."

"That's not a date-" you were cut off when August took a nipple in his mouth and sucked it hard.

August turned the vibrator to the highest level. You couldn't help but whimper by the sudden pleasure. August pressed down the toy on you, he was watching your panty darken as you soaked the fabric from your juice. You moaned as he ripped the fabric off, exposing your cunt to him. He played with you clit, laughing darkly when your hips thrusted by the sudden intrusion. "Say you're sorry for escaping me. Say you're damn sorry for endangering your life," he ordered you as he moved the toy, tracing your slit.

You could only mewl by the pleasure, you were so wet you were sure the sheets were soaked. His voice, the way he ordered you, the way he was so forceful and yet, so gentle was confusing you. You were so close, you were almost there when he change it to the lowest mode. "Please," you cried. You wanted to come so much.

"Where's my apology, princess?"

"I'm sorry," you cried as he inserted his thick finger inside you, his thumb pressing down on your clit. "I'm so sorry for escaping you, please Augu-"

"Tsk," he slapped your pussy, "That's not my name."

He started fingering you harder, "Daddy! I'm sorry, daddy please!" you cried, your hips bucking off the bed to meet his fingers. "I'm never going to leave without you, again!"

You heard him laugh darkly before he turned on the vibrator again- making a mess out of you. “That’s one, princess. Two to go.”

You haven’t calmed down from your high when him spit on your pussy before lightly brushing his thick finger. You tried to twist away from him to no avail. “I’m still sensitive. August, sto- agh!”

August ate you like a man starved and he made it looked so good. He teased and edged you like a man on a mission, his tongue tasting your cunt.

You were moaning from the intense pleasure when you felt him stopped. “My second apology?”

“I-I’m sorry for turning off my phone,”

You bucked up when you felt a brush traced your slit. A brush? You looked down to see that he was running the brush over your heat, teasing your folds.

“You didn’t tell me you paint, princess,”

Fuck. He was pushing the brush against your pussy, before brushing it up to your nipples, spreading your juice all over your breasts.

August leaned in, placing a dildo on your pussy, before running it over your folds, soaking it.

“August please, daddy please. Too much-“ you were cut off when he thrusted the thick dildo inside you. You moaned as you felt yourself gushed. He was so transfixed by the dildo entering you, “you looked so beautiful. This fucking pussy,” he thrusted smoothly, deeply, before fucking your pussy with it. You were so wet that you could hear it.

“Aw, too much princess?” He mocked you before he grabbed the vibrator and turned it to the highest level, placing it on your clit.

By the time the third orgasm came, you were a mewling mess, August's face drenched with your juices, and your toys smashed to the ground after he declared that from now on, your pleasures only come from him.

You were out for the most part, but you did know that he took care of you. He was so gentle, so contrast with his whole personality when he cleaned you and made you eat and drink before you succumbed to sleep.

You didn't know what time it was- you just knew it was dark when you opened your eyes. The first thing you saw was him, sitting on the chair beside your bed, with his thighs crossed, his form leaned back- but what intrigued you the most was his eyes. He looked so confused just like the first time you saw him, as if he was trying to figure you out.

You sat up, pulling up the sheets to your naked chest when you touched something cold on your chest. You looked down only to realize you were wearing a gold necklace, with an intrinsic stone designed.

"August?"

"It's your birthday tomorrow." He replied as he watched you, always watching your every movement, so fascinated by you.

"Is that why you left this morning?" you looked at him in awe. No one touched you as he did. You didn't even know he knew your birthday, let alone buy you a present. He was so unpredictable, one moment he was making you cry from pleasure and the next, he was giving you present for your birthday. This must have cost a fortune, and you were worried because this was more expensive than his salary.

"This is expensive, August. I can't-"

"Don't worry about money, my princess. And you can." He said darkly before standing up and leaving you to your own thoughts.

Days passed and you felt yourself starting to get enamored by him, by his masculinity, and the way he was so thoughtful when it came to you but a massive asshole to everyone else. It was easy to forget how domineering he was by the way he took care of you that you started caring for him as well. Making him coffee first thing in the morning, and him looking pleasantly surprised the first time before flashing you a warm smile that was reserved only to you. Following his order when it came to your safety. Eating dinners with him..

And maybe, just maybe, you were starting to love the companionship that he offered you. But after that day, August didn't try to touch you.

You almost forgot that someone was trying to kill you.

"You look so lovely," August complimented you before he helped you stepped out of the car. You were attending a charity event, one in the name of the Earl George. You were wearing a gown fit for a royal party. August assisted you up the stairs, his eyes sweeping over the area, sporting an ear piece to correspond with your security.

Escorting you inside, "Enjoy the party, princess." He smiled at you, but it didn't reach his eyes before letting you go. He looked at you for a moment, taking you in before he turned his broad back at you and walked away.

Suddenly, the Earl was announced. He smiled as he spotted you in the crowd. He made his way to you, and you went in to greet him.

The party was extravagant and everyone here you knew since you were young. You all ran the same crowd. You were listening immensely to the head of the charity, giving your ideas, and pledging your support when suddenly, the lights went out.

You were in darkness.

And then out of nowhere, a loud gun shot could be heard. People were scrambling to get out of the huge venue, your body being pushed by the people struggling to get out. You cried as someone stepped on your toes, it was an insane moment that you thought would never happened to you.

People were screaming as another shot was heard. And you started walking briskly to the exit, as fast as your gown let you. You were almost there when a hand gripped your arm, dragging you to the other side of the room, getting you out of the area and into the dark alley.

Only when your eyes adjust did you see who it was.

Your hero, August Walker.

"August, thank God it was you-"

And then he lifted his gun at you.

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