#dry devil x henry

[kiivg]

.And I get down with crooked men, but I am the boy I've always been.

[hanshenrykcd]

[wqnown]

𝑫𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

a/n:this is my first time writing something so please be nice, also excuse my grammar english isn’t my first language

Warnings: idk medieval stuff, my grammar, kids?, hynek is his own warning

We seen how much this guy cares for his pack members even though he whould never admit it, so imagine how protective is he with you, someone spoke of you slightly baddly? this guy will be ready to chalange them into fight in instance 💀 , if u mention his overprotectivness he will just shrug you off saying you are just imagining things and being pain in the ass.

there are also a lot of casual examples of him caring about you, you struggle getting up on your horse? this guy grabs you and swings you on it and then acts like nothing had happend, you complain once about needing something? Next day it appears out of nowhere in your chambers.

he whould be likely less harsh with you then with others if u didn’t listen his commands, not feeling like burning down villige? ok he will let it slide this time 🙄 , that whouln’d go unoticed by other, so just imagine everyone sharing akward silent glances, Janos and Adder whould tease him so bad about it.

he whould probably try to get you to drink with him, if you declined due to you being non drinker, he will play it off cool but then sit in silence getting drunk for rest of the night.

He whould most likely confess to you while being drunk (which he is most of the time).

when you two happen to have kids he whould be the type of person that doesn’t know how to hold that baby no matter how many times you explain it to him, so he just proceeds to carry it by one of it’s legs or by back of it’s shirt when you aren’t around 💀

he whould be the kind of father to say “don’t make me call your mother” to his kids when they are misbehaving, it isn’t because they take you more seriously, it’s because he doesn’t care about dealing with them himself but also does not want wanting to stay silent on their mischief.

[chrancecriber]

Antenne Vorarlberg Chillout Lounge (July 18, 2023)

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Conor Maynard - Way Back Home 11:49 Nora Van Elken - Mount Fuji 11:46 Lucy Neville - Shameless 11:39 Oxia - Harmonie 11:36 Blank & Jones - Coastline 11:32 Alan Walker & Gavin James - Tired (Kygo Remix) 11:27 Fous De La Mer - Luces 11:20 Nora En Pure - Oblivion (Extended Mix) 11:14 Mollono.bass, Ava Asante - Feeling Good 11:11 Agatino Romero - I'm Feeling For You 11:05 Beyhude - Rüzgar 11:02 Calvin Harris Feat. Sam Smith - Promises 10:59 Topic Feat. Nico Santos) - Home (Alle Farben Remix) 10:54 Tinlicker Feat. Nathan Nicholson - Always Will 10:48 Faro - Shape Of Sense 10:44 Robin Schulz & Alle Farben & Israel Kamakawiwo'ole - Somewhere Over The Rainbow / What A Wonderful World 10:41 Tinlicker & Helsloot - Because You Move Me 10:38 Iberis Eguana - Sand Of Time 10:34 Ambyion - Motion 10:30 Armin Van Buuren, System F - Exhale (Tim Besamusca's Lounge Mix) 10:24 Blank & Jones - Coh 10:21 The Alan Parsons Project - The Turn Of A Friendly Card 10:17 Air - Playground Love 10:11 Bay Area - Dolphin Rider (Pianodreamsession) 10:07 Schiller - Summer In Berlin 10:03 Esteban Garcia Junior - Deep Blue 10:00 Sono - Keep Control (Artbat Remix Edit) 09:57 Ofenbach & Ella Henderson - Hurricane 09:52 Lizot Feat. Jason Anousheh - Einfach Nur Weg (Blondee & Roberto Mozza Remix) 09:49 Viva La Panda & Finding Molly - Bring It On (La La La) 09:45 Tinlicker Feat. Nathan Nicholson - Be Here And Now 09:40 Owen Ear, Stereoteric - Screaming Heart (Original Mix) 09:37 L'imperatrice - Peur Des Filles (Montmartre Remix) 09:33 Dead Composers - Starlight 09:31 Alan Walker X Hans Zimmer - Time (Alan Walker Remix) 09:28 Edx - Ecletric (Mixed) 09:22 Thievery Corporation - The Glass Bead Game 09:19 Loud Luxury Feat. Morgan St. Jean - Aftertaste 09:15 Lstn - Undecided 09:09 Schiller - The Future Iii 09:07 Trinix & Ian Urbina - Bad Things 09:04 Steve Forest, Te Pai - Never Gonna Give You Up 09:00 Ivy - Edge Of The Ocean 08:55 Lyke - Stay With Me 08:48 Atb - No Fate 08:45 Sam Feldt X Lush & Simon Feat. Inna - Fade Away 08:39 Hraach & Armen Miran - Nowhere 08:35 Ashcome - Vitamin Sky (Original Mix) 08:32 Together Alone - Let Go 08:29 Lost Frequencies, Zonderling & Kelvin Jones - Love To Go 08:26 Madison Park, Beechkraft - Parts Of Me (Original Mix) 08:23 Nora Van Elken - Interstellar 08:16 John Kah - Carina (Enui Remix) 08:12 Burak Yeter Feat. Danelle Sandova - Tuesday 08:07 Dreamerproject - Horizons (Glenn Main Remix) 08:02 Kid Massive, Yuji Ono, Dtale - Pray (Wolf Krew Remix) 07:59 Bedouin Soundclash - Brutal Hearts (Flicflac ) 07:54 Christopher Von Deylen - Infinity 07:47 Hraach - After Dark 07:41 Hraach, Armen Miran - Aldebaran (Original) 07:38 Milk & Sugar Feat. John Paul Young - Love Is In The Air 07:33 Lemongrass - Angel Wings 07:28 Sans Souci - Venice 07:24 Sono - Trusting You 07:21 Paco Pedilla - Chariots Of Fire (Glorious Remix) 07:15 Tebra - Suton 07:10 Bolier & Leandro Da Silva - Floripa (Extended) 07:07 Bebo Best & The Super Lounge Orchestr - Come As You Are 07:04 Bernward Koch - Lonely Dream (Solo Piano) 07:01 Tiësto & Karol G - Don't Be Shy 06:57 Mahmut Orhan & Colonel Bagshot - 6 Days 06:53 Fritz Kalkbrenner - Good Things 06:51 George Geccoo Feat. Maik Pinto - Dolce Vita 06:47 Moby - Lie Down In Darkness 06:43 Christopher Von Deylen - Heliotrope 06:36 Lexer & Paji - Red Puddle 06:32 Blank & Jones - High Fly 06:28 Nora En Pure - Enchantment 06:23 In Credo - Siesta Del Sol 06:20 Dj Antoine & Deep Vice - When You Want Some Love (Dj Antoine Vs Mad Mark 2k21 Mix) 06:17 Daniel Portman - Sensual Desires 06:13 Rithma - The Return 06:08 Röyksopp Feat. Susanne Sundfør - If You Want Me 06:04 Pascal Letoublon - Feelings Undercover 06:01 Lenny Ibizarre - The Rain 05:58 Mike Candys & Séb Mont - What's On Your Mind 05:55 Alok Feat. John Martin - Wherever You Go 05:47 Edx - We Can't Give Up 05:44 Kygo With Avicii & Sandro Cavazza - Forever Yours (Tribute) 05:39 Moby - The Sky Is Broken 05:31 Garlington - Falling To Pieces (Extended Mix) 05:24 Blank & Jones - White Light 05:21 Wamdue Project - King Of My Castle 05:19 Luca Schreiner Feat. Johnny Chicago - Its All Gonna Be Good (Junge Junge Edit) 05:12 Valeron - Jamal 05:08 Tania Zygar, Sofia Zlatko, Vijay - Wildest Dreams (Extended Mix) 05:05 Deepend & Graham Candy - Belong (Deepend Edit) 04:59 Anrey - The Forgotten (Extended Mix) 04:54 Jonson - S.c.e.n.e. T.w.o. 04:50 Paul Oakenfold, Bolier, Luis Fonsi - The World Can Wait (Bolier Remix) 04:48 Srtw & Mave Feat. Sønlille - Last Train Home 04:42 Mathieu & Florzinho - Maha - Amba 04:39 Edx - Vommuli 04:35 Sam Feldt - Show Me Love (Original Mix) 04:27 Jan Blomqvist - Empty Floor 04:24 Lika Morgan - Ding Dong 04:21 Starley - Lovers Strangers 04:19 Dj Antoine Feat. Ablai - My Corazon (Dj Antoine Vs Mad Mark 2k21 Mix) 04:14 Mr.da-nos - San Francisco 2k20 04:10 Felix Jaehn Feat. Lost Frequencies & Linying - Eagle Eyes 04:07 Neptune & Moonnight - I Need A New Love (Original Mix) 04:04 Armin Van Buuren Feat. Rbvln - Weight Of The World (Feat. Rbvln) 03:58 Estelle Feat. Kanye West - American Boy (Lost Frequencies Remix) 03:56 Dj Antoine & Flip Capella Feat. Evelyn - Dark Love 03:50 Goldfish - Love Everlasting (Extended Mix) 03:44 Fac15 & Jay C - By The Pool (Jay C's Classic Mix) 03:41 Nora Van Elken - Okinawa 03:37 Nora En Pure - Sphinx 03:33 Joachim Pastor Feat. Nathan Nicholson - Saint Louis 03:28 Anrey - Lost Lands (Extended Mix) 03:24 Blank & Jones With Jan Loechel - Secret Hideaway 03:22 Famba Feat. Brando & Mkla - Games We Play 03:18 Blank & Jones - Alone In This Rhythm 03:15 Klingande & Krishane - Rebel Yell 03:12 Trinix - Soweto 03:08 Schiller & Peter Heppner - Leben... I Feel You 03:03 Boozoo Bajou - Caminoux 02:57 Twocolors - Together 02:51 Shakedown - At Night (Afterlife Remix) 02:47 Fritz Kalkbrenner - Void 02:44 Nora En Pure & Lika Morgan - In The Air Tonight (Sons Of Maria Remix) 02:39 Velvet Lounge Project - In Harmony 02:35 Nora En Pure - Tantrum 02:32 Eelke Kleijn - Midnight Affair (Samaha Slow Edit) 02:25 Chris Zippel Feat. Tusnelda - Blade 02:22 Vamero & Lizot - Bleeding Love 02:19 Armin Van Buuren & Avira - Illusion (Mixed) 02:13 Blank & Jones - Give It To Me 02:10 Klingande, Wrabel - Big Love 02:07 Avaion X Vize X Leony - Pieces 02:03 Depeche Mode - Goodnight Lovers 01:59 Kidsø - Fir 01:57 Buchs Feat. Nokyo - Cheverolet 01:52 Airstream One - Southern Light 01:49 Neptunica & Lunax - We Don't Even Talk Anymore 01:43 Max Denoise Feat Claire Willis - Bring To Me Life (Original Mix) 01:38 Faithless Feat. Nathan Ball & Caleb Femi - I Need Someone 01:34 Klangkarussel & Poppy Baskcomb - This Love 01:28 Moby - A Case For Shame 01:23 Deep Dive Corp. Feat. Dennis Le Gree - Water 01:20 Atb & Topic - Your Love (9pm) 01:15 Soho Lounge Feat. Dea Li - Chiaro Di Luna 01:11 Blank & Jones - Twilight Moon 01:07 Lstn - Sïstër 01:03 Thor - Chamka 00:58 Klangperlenspiel - Million Words 00:54 Schiller - White Nights (Don't Let Me Go) 00:49 Nora En Pure - Diving With Whales (Daniel Portman Radio Mix) 00:46 Yves V X Bashkar - Halfway (Feat. Twan Ray) 00:38 Boris Pillmann - Love You 00:32 Banderas - This Is Your Life (Easy Life Mix) 00:30 Nathan Evans - Wellerman (220 Kid X Billen Ted Remix) 00:25 Schiller Mit Moya Brennan - Falling 00:21 Daniel Portman - Vulnerable 00:19 Nora Van Elken - Heaven Is A Place On Earth 00:14 Billy Sizemore - Together 00:11 Sons Of Maria - Always 00:07 Mike Candys & Jack Holiday - Saltwater (Rework) 00:02 Faro - Dreaming In Orange

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Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 139 of 2024; 226 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of week 20 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Huath (Hawthorn) [Day 6 of 28]

Chinese: Month 4 (Ding-Si), Day 1 (Ding-Chou)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 28 Iyar 5783

Islamic: 28 Shawwal 1444

J Cal: 18 Bīja; Foursday [18 of 30]

Julian: 6 May 2023

Moon: 0%: New Moon

Positivist: 27 Caesar (5th Month) [Alexander Severus]

Runic Half Month: Ing (Expansive Energy) [Day 10 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 61 of 90)

Zodiac: Taurus (Day 30 of 30)

Calendar Changes

梅月 [Méiyuè] (Chinese Lunisolar Calendar) [Month 4 of 13] (Plum Month)

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 5.19

Holidays

Agender Pride Day

Boys and Girls Club Day

Celebrate Your Elected Officials Day

Circus Day

Commemoration of Atatürk (Turkey)

Cultivating Connectedness Day

Dark Day (New England)

519 Day (Canada)

Frankinmas (UK)

Greek Genocide Remembrance Day

Hepatitis Testing Day

Hồ Chí Minh Day (Vietnam)

International Chicken Flying Meet

International Day of Action Against Bullying in Nursing & Midwifery

International Pwoermd Day

Kirkland's Warbler Day

Malcolm X Day

May Ray Day

Mother’s Day (Kyrgyzstan)

National Accounts Receivable Appreciation Day

National Asian and Pacific Islander HIV/AIDS Awareness Day

National Barber Mental Health Awareness Day

National Caesar Day (Canada)

National Chi Day

National Cleavage Day

National Emergency Services for Children Day

National Frog Jumping Jubilee Day

National Mechanical Dry Eye Day

National Medical Nutrition Action Day

National Notebook Day

National Scooter Day

National Send a Nude Day

National Work From Home Day (UK)

Outdoor Classroom Day

Overshoot Day (Canada)

Personal Support Worker Day (Canada)

Phi Day

Oink Shirt Day (New Zealand)

Plant Something Day

Pontian Genocide Remembrance Day

Praia Municipal Day (Cape Verde)

Retired Greyhound Day

Royal Ploughing Ceremony (Cambodia)

SAP Global Appreciation Day

Schizencephaly Awareness Day

Shepherd’s Crooks Day (French Republic)

Spinal Cord Injury Awareness Day

Walk Safely to School Day (Australia)

Wear Your Life Jacket to Work Day

World Autoimmune Arthritis Day

World Breastmilk Donation Day

World Family Doctor Day

World Inflammatory Bowel Disease (IBD) Day

World Plant a Vegetable Garden Day

Youth and Sports Day (Turkey)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Devil's Food Cake Day

Samuel Smith Salute

3rd Friday in May

Asakusa Sanja Matsuri begins (Geisha parade) [3rd Friday]

Ascension Friday (Belgium) [Friday closest to Ascension]

Bike-to-Work Day (US) [3rd Friday]

Endangered Species Day [3rd Friday]

Fountain Pen Friday [3rd Friday]

International Virtual Assistants’ Day [3rd Friday]

NASCAR Day [3rd Friday]

National Bike to Work Day [3rd Friday]

National Defense Transportation Day [3rd Friday]

National Pizza Party Day [3rd Friday]

O. Henry Pun Off Day [3rd Friday]

Teacher’s Day (Florida) [3rd Friday]

Wear Red for VEDS Day [3rd Friday]

World Meditation Day (UK) [3rd Friday]

Independence Days

Day of Independence (War of National Liberation began; Turkey, 1919)

Feast Days

Alexander Severus (Positivist; Saint)

Bolognese Sauce Devouring Day (Pastafarian)

Buddha’s Birthday (Buddhism) (a.k.a. …

Buddha’s Birthday (Hong Kong)

Buddho Purnima (Bangladesh, India)

Burkhan Bagshiin Ikh Düitsen Ödör (Mongolia)

Dia do Buda (Macau)

Festa das Flores (Brazil)

Fódàn (China)

Guódìng Fúdàn Jié (Taiwan)

Guànfú Huì (Pouring on the Buddha Congregational Assembly; China)

Sukka Tansin II (South Korea)

Vesak Day (Singapore, Sri Lanka)

Visak Bochea (Cambodia)

Visakha Puja (Thailand)

Waisak (Indonesia)

Wesak Day (Malaysia)

Wěidà de Wèisāi-jié Huā-jié Wěidà de Mǎnyuè (Great Vesak Day Flower Festival Full Moon of Flower Moon; China)

Wèisāi jié (Vesak Day; China)

Yùfú Jié (Bathing [Purifying] Buddha Festival; China)

Calocerus (Eastern Orthodox Church)

Crispin of Viterbo (Christian; Saint)

Dunstan of Canterbury (Roman Catholic Church, Eastern Orthodox Church; commemoration, Anglicanism)

Fats Waller Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Henry (Muppetism)

Homepalooza (The Simpsons)

Ivo of Kermartin (Christian; Saint)

Jacob Jordaens (Artology)

Joaquina Vedruna de Mas (Christian; Saint)

Lag B’Omer (a.k.a. Scholar’s Day; Judaism) [18 Iyar]

Leonard Nimoy Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Maria Bernarda Bütler (Christian; Saint)

Peter Celestine, Pope (Christian; Saint)

Pudentiana (Roman Catholic Church, Eastern Orthodox Church)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Prime Number Day: 139 [34 of 72]

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 23 of 60)

Premieres

Ain’t That Ducky (WB LT Cartoon; 1945)

Alien: Covenant (Film; 2017)

Attack of the 50 Foot Woman (Film; 1958)

Beverly Hills Cop II (Film; 1987)

Braveheart (Film; 1995)

The Da Vinci Code (Film; 2006)

Die Hard with a Vengeance (Film; 1995)

Dinosaur (Film; 2000)

Donald’s Cousin Gus (Disney Cartoon; 1939)

Do the Right Thing (Film; 1989)

Fahrenheit 451 (Film; 2018)

Fast X (Film; 2023) [F&F #10]

Glee (TV Series; 2009)

Goin’ to Heaven on a Mule (WB MM Cartoon; 1934)

Gulliver Mickey (Disney Cartoon; 1934)

Happy Birthday, sung by Marilyn Monroe to JFK (Song; 1962)

Honky Chateau, by Elton John (Album; 1972)

The Imperfectionists, by Tom Rachman (Novel; 2010)

The Implosion Conspiracy, by Louis Sizer (Novel; 1973)

It’s Dark And Hell Is Hot, by DMX (Album; 1998)

A Night Without Armor, by Jewel Kilcher (Poetry Book; 1998)

Over the Hedge (Animated Film; 2006)

Play, by Moby (Album; 1999)

Pollyanna (Film; 1960)

The President’s Lady, by Irving Stone (Biographical Novel; 1952)

Primitive Pluto (Disney Cartoon; 1950)

Quit Playing Games (With My Heart), by the Backstreet Boys (Song; 1997)

Rabbit Fire (WB LT Cartoon; 1951)

Road House (Film; 1989)

Road Trip (Film; 2000)

Rufus Wainwright, by Rufus Wainwright (Album; 1998)

Save the Last Dance for Me, recorded by The Drifters (Song; 1960)

Shrek 2 (Animated Film; 2004)

So, by Peter Gabriel (Album; 1985)

Some Gave All, by Billy Ray Cyrus (Album; 1992)

Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace (Film; 1999)

Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith (Film; 2005)

Tree Cornered Tweety (WB MM Cartoon; 1956)

Turnstiles, by Billy Joel (Album; 1976)

The Virgin Suicides (Film; 2000)

Today’s Name Days

Ivo, Kuno, Yvonne (Austria)

Rajko, Teofil, Urban (Croatia)

Ivona (Czech Republic)

Potentiana (Denmark)

Emilie, Emma, Miili, Milja, Milla, Milli (Estonia)

Amalia, Emilia, Emma, Emmi, Mila, Milja, Milka, Milla (Finland)

Célestin, Erwan, Yves (France)

Ivo, Kuno, Yvonne (Germany)

Magdalini, Marylena, Menandros, Patrick, Theognostos, Theoktistos (Greece)

Ivó, Milán (Hungary)

Ivo, Ivonne, Pietro (Italy)

Lita, Sibilla, Teika, Venda, Venta (Latvia)

Celestinas, Gilvinas, Tauras (Lithuania)

Torje, Torjus, Truls (Norway)

Augustyn, Celestyn, Iwo, Mikołaj, Pękosław, Piotr, Potencjana (Poland)

Patrichie (România)

Varvara (Russia)

Gertrúda (Slovakia)

Adolfo, Celestino, Ivo, Pedro (Spain)

Alrik, Maj, Majken (Sweden)

Pollyanna (Ukraine)

Dumont, Duncan, Dunstan, Indigo, Ivar, Ives, Wright, Yves (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 139 of 2024; 226 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of week 20 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Huath (Hawthorn) [Day 6 of 28]

Chinese: Month 4 (Ding-Si), Day 1 (Ding-Chou)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 28 Iyar 5783

Islamic: 28 Shawwal 1444

J Cal: 18 Bīja; Foursday [18 of 30]

Julian: 6 May 2023

Moon: 0%: New Moon

Positivist: 27 Caesar (5th Month) [Alexander Severus]

Runic Half Month: Ing (Expansive Energy) [Day 10 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 61 of 90)

Zodiac: Taurus (Day 30 of 30)

Calendar Changes

梅月 [Méiyuè] (Chinese Lunisolar Calendar) [Month 4 of 13] (Plum Month)

[littlefreya]

Greasy like a sexy pig

Summary: You are tasked to give Henry a massage in order to help him with his injury, but Henry is far too naughty to stay put.

Prompt:  How about you giving Henry a oily thigh massage and in the middle of it, he gets hard and you being a little tease to him...?

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: +18, RPF, dry humping, bulge riding, very light choking, dirty talk, bodily fluids.

A/N: Okay, but I had to reverse the roles with Henry being the tease ;) Not beta’d; we die with our typos like August getting hit with a hook, falling off a cliff and crashing into an explosion. Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics

Title: Greasy like a sexy pig.

"Okay, take off your pants and go lie on the bed."

The sound of your words brought the devil in him; his brow arched with immediate mischief, to which you rolled your eyes and croaked a sigh.

"I'm serious, Cavill! Your physiotherapist said we need to do this every night."

"Keep going..." Henry's foolish grin stretched further, and he flicked his tongue over his lips. A sliver of hunger rumbled low in his throat, letting you know he was up for more than just a massage.

Though, you found no amusement in his wicked ways. Waving the bottle of essential oil in front of his eyes, you threw a finger toward the bed and ticked your tongue. His well-being was always your top priority, and despite his enticing lack of decorum, you knew he was in a great deal of pain and needed to be taken care of.

Henry pouted with a "you-are-no-fun" glare yet obediently began fumbling with his belt. The click of metal sent tremors down the veins of your arms, the sight of his cock heavy and large in white briefs did nothing to deter the wet heat that instantly bloomed between your slippery folds, though you battled these lustful incantations off and followed onto the bed as he laid on his back.

"I'm ready for my massage, dear," Henry grinned as you hovered above him, his fingers laced together atop his furry belly.

There was no way in hell he was going to make this one easy...

"No games!" You moved to straddle his knees while flicking the bottle open and spilling a handful of oil on both thighs. Henry's legs twitched at the sensation, making something within you stir as his knee accidentally grazed at your clit.

Fighting a moan, you pretended though nothing happened and determined began to squeeze and knead his taught muscles.

"Mmmmm... that feels good..." he groaned, the gravelly bass of his voice associated within your mind with carnal antics.

"Stop that!" You warned, running your greasy fingers over his hairy thighs. The pads of your fingers tingled with his blistering skin, sliding through and through and inevitably traversing into his inner thighs where more heat graced your trembling knuckles.

It was only a matter of time before his cock began to harden; the outlines of his heart-shaped crown pressing into the thin fabric, and a stain of arousal left a tempting stain.

Absentmindedly, your hands worked him with aggression, forgetful of which muscle you were even supposed to treat as the burn within your core screamed to be stuffed. But no! You didn't want to forgo the much-needed treatment as well as let him have his way so incredibly quickly. Fuming, you clutched and pulled with your face curling into the image of a frantic cougar.

Henry chuckled and shook his head.

"Oh... there she is. I know that look..." he taunted.

Your glare met with a river flooding of debauchery that glazed from his sparkling eyes. "Come now, pet, stop fighting it, climb up and let me feel you on my cock." he groaned and slapped his hands on your waist, clutching you hard enough to bruise.

Every tendril of resistance snapped within seconds, replaced by a dutiful wail, and faster than your thoughts, you perched on his bulge, your clad cunt pressing hard into it.

Like two horny college kids, you began to grind onto one another, lips blazing with fury as the rigid outlines of his cock rubbed back and forth between them and teased your swelling clit.

"That's right, that's my wild kitten, so incredibly wet and needy," Henry urged, further squeezing your hips and bouncing his groin to elicit another tide of ecstasy that nearly drowned you while he swelled even larger beneath your soaked panties.  

"Think about me stuffing my big fat cock deep inside you later, fucking you rough and raw the way you deserve."

"Henry..." you whimpered, tightening your muscles and milking around nothing. Growing restless, he reached one hand to your throat and the other to your breast, pressuring both whilst jostling his groin hard at your apex.

You came with his tip pressing into your slit, your desolate pussy convulsing around emptiness. Henry grunted and, with one brutal haul, forced you against him, coming in his underwear and leaving a sticky mess between your thighs.

"Hmm..." he grinned, proud of how little it took to break you.

"So physio is just like our cardio? I'll make a note of that..."

Fighting to adjust your breath, you shook your head with ire but remained seated on top of him to enjoy the raging throb that boomed in your organs.

Yep, just like cardio.

[lordsisterxotome]

𝓘𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 18+ 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂. 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓓𝓝𝓘!!!🔞

Day 1: Blindfolded (Oliver Knight x Reader)

        ↳  Guided masturbation | Temperature play & “Try not to make a mess”

Day 2: Good Morning (Napoleon Bonaparte x Reader)

        ↳  Somnophilia | Cockwarming

Day 3: Like It, Love It (Gavin x Reader)

        ↳  Sexy lingerie | Not wearing lingerie & “Do you need me to stretch you out first?”

Day 4: Bathtime Angel (Vincent van Gogh x Reader)

        ↳ Shower sex | Bathtub sex

Day 5: Apple Spice (Isaac Newton x Reader)

        ↳ Scent kink | Accidental stimulation

Day 6: Good Boy (Charles Henri Sanson x Reader)

        ↳ Pet play | Dry humping

Day 7: Begging for Mercy, Begging for More (Chevalier Michel x Reader)

        ↳ “I might hurt you. Are you sure you want that?”

Day 8: Indiscreet (Leon Dompteur x Reader)

        ↳ Touching under the table | Bend over the table

Day 9: Encompassed (Takeda Shingen x Reader)

        ↳ Size difference kink | Switching & “Do you know how hot you look right now? It’s really distracting.”

Day 10: Backstage Devil (William Shakespeare x Reader)

        ↳ Public sex | Exhibitionism

Day 11: On Your Heels (Masamune Date x Reader)

        ↳ Fear play | Predator & prey & “I don’t want you to be gentle with me.”

Day 12: Master (Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart x Reader)

         ↳ Maid/butler fetish | Glove kink & “I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now.”

Day 13: Vampiric Domination (Le Comte de Saint-Germain x Reader)

        ↳ Voyeurism | Mirror sex & “Didn’t I tell you to stay still?”

Day 14: Late Nights (Ray Blackwell x Reader)

        ↳ Striptease | Clothed sex

Day 15: A Lover’s Hand (Leonardo da Vinci x Reader)

        ↳ “Don’t tease me. You wouldn’t like to see me mad.”

Day 16: Making a Meal Out of You (Sirius Oswald x Reader)

        ↳ ���No, no this is about you. Lay back and enjoy.”

Day 17: A King of Gold Silk and Rubies (Lancelot Kingsley x Reader)

        ↳ Against the wall | Uniform kink & “Do you really think it’s a good idea to tease me like that?”

Day 18: Naughty (Yves Kloss x Reader)

        ↳ Nipple chains | Nipple play

Day 19: Marked Head to Toe (Kenshin Uesugi x Reader)

        ↳ Biting/Marking | Hair pulling

Day 20: Fool (Victor x Reader)

        ↳ Vanilla | Aftercare

Day 21: Giving in to the Love (Jean d’Arc x Reader)

        ↳ First time | Inexperienced character & “Does it feel that good? You’re trembling, you know.”

Day 22: Whirlwind (Fenrir Godspeed x Reader)

        ↳ “God, give me the patience to wait until we’re home.”

Day 23: I Love You (Rio Ortiz x Reader)

        ↳ “We don’t have the time to take this to bed.” “Who said it has to be in bed?”

Day 24: Another (Napoleon Bonaparte x Reader)

        ↳ Creampie | Breeding & “Fuck me, ravish me, just do something already!”

Day 25: Precious (Shaw x Reader)

        ↳ “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stay awake anymore. Maybe after that too.”

Day 26: Manners of a Gentle Demon (Edgar Bright x Reader)

        ↳ Knife play & “Doing this feels dirty…” “Because it is.”

Day 27: Nectar (Yukimura Sanada x Reader)

        ↳ Face sitting | Deep throating

Day 28: The Suitor (Theodorus van Gogh x Reader)

        ↳ “Get on your hands and knees before I change my mind.

Day 29: Indulging (Hideyoshi Toyotomi x Reader)

        ↳ Body worship | Massage

Day 30: Coming soon!

        ↳ Sensory deprivation | Begging

Day 31: Coming soon!

        ↳ Sexual roleplay | Supernatural traits

[henrycavillobsessed]

A Christmas Distraction

Henry x first person reader

Summary: When your mother visit for Christmas, Henry finds a way to distract you from the ensuing stress.

Words: 1552

CW: smut (sex), overbearing mothers/strained mother-daughter relationship

Notes: Here’s a little smutty one-shot I wrote this evening, the last of my own ideas before I start on my 1000 follower celebration requests. Enjoy and Merry Christmas everyone! 

“So darling, we’ll be round for about 12pm. I expect lunch will be nearly ready then will it? I could bring the turkey, save you the trouble. Yours is usually a little dry anyway…” My mother’s voice droned on in my ear. I was still reeling from the news that she had just invited herself and my step-father round to mine and Henry’s house for Christmas. I honestly thought I’d gotten away with it this year, having heard nothing from her until now- now being the 22nd of December with only three days to go- so I thought it’d just be me, Henry and Kal this year. Small, intimate, relaxing, just perfect. Why did I pick up the phone? Why did I say yes? I finally come round to my senses and replied to my mother. “Mum, I’m a chef for a living. I’m more than capable of cooking the turkey.”  “Well yes love, but I don’t want you to get stressed, we both know what you can get like,” I only get like that around you, mother, I thought, and then sighed. “Mum, I’ll do all the cooking, see you on the day. Bye -bye now,” I hung up before she could say anything else. 

Kal suddenly started barking madly. I looked up and saw Henry walk in through the front door, home from the gym, shaking his wet hair out of his eyes and grinning at me whilst ruffling Kal’s fur. The sight of my man all damp and in his work-out gear was usually enough to launch myself at him and have him there and then on the living room floor. But my most recent phone call had seriously affected my mood, and Henry noticed. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he said, frowning, joining me on the sofa and wrapping an arm around me. I leant into his embrace. “My mother.” I said, my voice glum. “Oh no, what’s she done now?” I nearly laughed at his response. Henry was no stranger to how strained mine and mum’s relationship could be. Thankfully, he was supportive, always had been. “She’s coming for Christmas dinner, with John.” “When did she lay this on you? Doesn’t she know it’s three days until the 25th?” “Of course she does, she just doesn’t care. She rang me not long ago. Didn’t even ask, just invited herself. God why didn’t we go to your parent’s house again like last year?” I said, fondly remembering the festive season the year previously where Henry and I had spent an incredibly enjoyable week in Jersey with his parents and brothers. “Oh love. What can I do to help?” Henry asked, rubbing a hand up and down my back. I sighed again, and then reluctantly got up from the sofa. “I suppose I’ll have to go shopping. Care to join?” “We’ll take the Range Rover. We’ll need the bigger boot for all the extra wine you’re sure to need. Let’s go,” he said, grabbing the car keys.

Three days later and it truly was worse than I’d imagined. John, my step-father, had driven over, which meant mother had already started drinking, no doubt opening a bottle of Bucks Fizz before the sun had even risen on Christmas morning. She hadn’t been here ten minutes when she started in on my appearance, commenting on how my new hair cut just wasn’t flattering on a woman my age. She even insulted Henry, saying and I quote “don’t they pay you enough to afford nicer clothes on these little movies you do?” Henry’s fame didn’t faze her in the slightest, if anything it made her even ruder, but Henry, the perfect gentlemen as always, just smiled in response, although the smile didn’t reach his eyes. Once I’d got mum and John settled in the living room with drinks, Henry found me in the kitchen opening a bottle of red wine with every intent of just necking the whole thing. He reached up and grabbed a wine glass from the cupboard above the sink and gently took the bottle out of my hands and poured for me. I sat down, rubbing the spot above my eyes where a headache was forming. Henry sat down next to me, handing me the wine. “I’m so sorry, this wasn’t the Christmas I had planned for us,” I said to him. He squeezed my leg, and smiled. “Any Christmas I spend with you is perfect. I just hate seeing you like this, so stressed. It’s not fair.” “You can say that again,” I mumbled, sipping my wine. Henry stood up and leant against the counter top. He suddenly looked very mischievous. “I have an idea. What you need is a distraction.” “I don’t have time for distractions, I’ve got to do all this cooking because God forbid I get anything wrong or don’t serve it on time…” I replied, waving a hand towards the stovetop where multiple pans were boiling away. “Come on, it will take five minutes…” “Henry I can’t-“ I started, but was interrupted with a shrill “Y/N!” coming from the living room, accompanied by what sounded like a fork being tapped against an empty wine glass. “Changed my mind, a distraction sounds fantastic,” I said, necking my wine and taking his hand. I was surprised when he led me to the room just next door, the utility room where I did the laundry. “What are we doing in here?” I laughed. Henry slid a box of laundry detergent across the door, essentially locking us in. He straightened up and turned around, licking his lips with a twinkle in his eye. I stopped laughing immediately. I knew what that look meant. “I told you, baby,” He walked towards me, slowly backing me up against the wall. “What you need is a distraction. And I am more than happy to be the one doing the distracting…” I swallowed, awareness coursing through my body. He was everywhere, his muscular arms caging me in, his scent threatening to overpower me as he leant in slowly and took my mouth with his in a smoldering kiss, the effect of which I could feel pooling down below. I was instantly wet and wanting for him. “And what type of distraction,” I panted. “Did you have in mind Mr Cavill?” “The type where my cock is deep inside of you.” I almost came there and then listening to his voice, my arousal building. I didn’t know how much I needed that until he’d said it and now, I was desperate. “And what if our guests hear us?” “Hmm. Maybe I should gag you.” He smiled the smile of the devil as he reached into the clean laundry pile and produced one of ties. Staring into my eyes, he asked wordlessly for my consent. I nodded clearly, my mouth dry, my pussy soaked. He rolled the tie up and pushed it into my open, waiting mouth, using another tie to hold it in place which he knotted at the back of my head. “Turn around,” he commanded, and I obeyed. He leant down and placed a tender kiss on my neck, then another, and another. I moaned; the sound muffled. I felt his smile against my neck. His hands roamed downwards, one sliding into my trousers and then into my panties. His breath hissed as he felt the evidence of my arousal. He circled my clit, the feeling exquisite, and it wasn’t long until he brought me to a gentle, rolling orgasm. I could feel his dick hard against my back, and silently willed him to put it inside me, and, as in tune as we always were, Henry complied. He pulled us away from the wall, turning us to face the dryer. One of his beautiful hands pushed slightly against my back, urging me to bend forwards. He grasped both of my hands in his other, placing them on top of the dryer with a whispered don’t move and then suddenly, finally, he was inside me, easing himself in gently, his groan echoing mine as he filled me up. And then he was moving, each thrust hitting me inside just right and suddenly I could feel that pressure building again, I was coming, I was coming hard around him, and he was emptying himself hotly into me, our joint orgasm exploding through us and at that moment I had never been more grateful for the gag. Gently, Henry pulled out from me and removed my makeshift gag. “Jesus, Cavill…” “I hope that helped” He winked. After we finished putting our clothes back on, he kissed me quickly on the lips and flashed me his award-winning smile. Shaking my head with a smile of my own I followed him out of the utility room back into the kitchen, timing it near perfect as my mother walked in just after. “Y/N! I was calling you! Now, where are we at with this food? Oh, that turkey looks awful, dry as a bone! I keep telling you, the secret is- “ “Oh, mother, do shut up,” I said, shocking her into silence. Henry winked again as he left the room, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter, as I turned back to the stovetop, ignoring my mother’s outraged commentary, feeling thoroughly relaxed and distracted.

[thetaoofzoe]

FIC: Syverson the Protector Pt 4

*   Syverson The Protector - Part I (pairing Syverson x YOU)

*   Syverson the Protector - Part II (pairing Syverson x YOU)

*   Syverson the Protector - Part III  (pairing Syverson x YOU)

Summary: You are an embedded journalist and on a mission, everything goes wrong. The two of you have made it to safety and now it’s time for the healing to begin. 

Rating for this part: Budding romance, Fluff, medical related content, I’ve picked ‘Henry’ as Syverson’s first name and he’s grown his hair out :D

Must be read in order, no part can stand alone. I expect to have at most,  two more parts, 5 and concluding in 6. 

Word count: 2293

Want to read more? Click for my Masterlist

Lying flat on his back, Syverson stared morosely at the ceiling and listened to the gentle thwapping sounds of the bedside machine that was currently and eagerly siphoning fluids out of his intestines. He let his mind tick over what the machine was actually doing to him and blearily considered why he wasn’t in constant pain from the electronic manipulation of his own vulnerable flesh.

Surely those plastic tubes driven into his guts should hurt, right?

Sure, you’re right, his mind chattered, a little giddy to be imparting an unknown bit of information, but consider this: morphine – a wounded man’s best friend.

My best friend, he thought and then as if the devil knew it was being called, another machine beeped and a flood of soft luscious haziness rushed into his bloodstream and he immediately relaxed. This tired mind drifted and it didn’t take long for him to slip back into sleep.

Hours later, Syverson startled out of a clinging and sticky dream with a desperate gasp. He felt hot all over, stiff and aching and the very thought of trying to move elicited a terrible pain response. Hot, oily bile crept up in his throat and his mouth watered in that awful familiar process of preparing him to violently empty his stomach.

I have to sit up, his brain screamed. I have to sit up. I don’t want to puke still lying on my back!

A broad cool hand pressed down on his chest and another closed about his shoulder. Someone was speaking but he couldn’t make out the words through the heavy veiling fog that enveloped him. He tried to speak to the person, and tried to tell them that he was going to be sick.

‘It’s ok, Henry,’ a voice was telling him. ‘You’re ok. I’ll help you roll onto your side if you need to vomit.’

Swallowing jerkily, throat working hard to force the urge back down, Syverson clamped his teeth and shook his head.

‘All right. How about we move you a bit. Are you ok with that?’

Move? God no. I can’t bear that. Moving meant pain.

He shook his head again, but the warm voice came back to him, sounding much more insistent this time.

‘I can help you, Henry, or I’ll put the positioner in bed with you and it will make you move. We want to prevent pressure sores, remember?’

Syverson took in a breath and after a moment nodded to show that he understood. When the man leaned in close, Syverson could smell his cologne. It was a pleasant and fresh woodsy scent that reminded him of his cabin back home. A sudden homesick ache tightened his chest and tears wet his dry eyes. He didn’t like feeling that way, but everything seemed to be out of his control now. He hated it.

Nevertheless, he put his arms around the man’s shoulders and gritted his teeth when his body was repositioned and stretched out again on the stiff mattress.

He gasped and couldn’t believe how out of breath such a small exertion had left him. But, he noted, he did feel better and the nausea had subsided.

The urge to eat suddenly struck him and he blinked up at the nurse.

‘What time is it?’ he rasped, voice rusty from disuse.

‘You hungry?’ asked the nurse with a grin.

‘Yeah, I could eat,’ he answered, wriggling a little to get more comfortable in the pillows under his head.

‘I can get you something, but it’s after breakfast and not quite lunch.’

Syverson nodded. He didn’t care. He just wanted to eat.

‘Fries and a coke, then,’ he said closing his eyes and grinning a little.

The nurse laughed and gently patted his shoulder condescendingly. With the state of Syverson’s gut, there was no way he was going to survive ingesting any amount of carbonation. That little fact didn’t stop the cravings though.

‘I’ll see if there’s some soup still left. I think it’s chicken.’

When he was alone again, the memories came back. After the jeep explosion, he was sure that he was going to die out in that sandy wasteland. Had it not been for you, he was sure that he would have died. Had it not been for the beautiful, plucky reporter, some stony faced military man would be paying his parents a visit to inform them of their youngest son’s passing and that his body would be flown home for burial.

Instead, he had been saved. And when he found that you’d been housed in the civilian wing of the hospital, he wanted to see you. He wanted to thank you for saving his life. When visiting you was denied, considering the fragile state of the both of you, Syverson had instructed that the well stocked gift shop be bought out and carted to your room, all with his heartfelt thanks.

He owed you his life. A few flowers and a couple of teddy bears was the least he could do.

The plastic and faux wood table rattled next to him and snapped Syverson out of his muse. He opened his eyes and watched as the nurse positioned the table over his bed and put down a ceramic bowl of steaming soup. He groaned and strained a little to help himself up into a sitting position.

The nurse was distracted and looking down into his other hand.

‘I ran into your girlfriend’s nurse in the hallway and she gave me this to give to you.’

God, he sounded so smug and Syverson wanted to punch him square in the face.

Girlfriend?

His brain searched for a face to put to the name but came up empty. He’d broken up with his ex more than five years ago, right before his latest deployment. And then it clicked.

The reporter. You.

The nurse handed the card to Syverson and upon seeing it, his heart sank. It was the same envelope that he’d sent along with the gifts. Had you refused his outpouring of affection? He slowly opened the envelope and breathed out with relief when he saw the new message that had been written for him.

He didn’t want to smile at the note in front of the gossipy nurse, as he didn’t want to encourage any nonsense rumours, so he kept his elated reaction to himself. But inside his heart soared and the soup tasted better than anything he’d ever eaten before.

**

The day that you both championed and dreaded finally arrived. The day you could get out of bed on your own and walk down to the men’s wing to pay your captain a visit. He had come a long way, you’d heard from the nurse, but would still have trouble doing any taxing travelling. However you were well enough to make the trip.

‘That is, if you still want to,’ said your nurse with a glint in her eye.

Oh, she thinks she’s funny, does she?

You sighed luxuriously and stretched back on your pillows. You’d managed to wrangle an extra set so that you could prop yourself up like a royal lady taking in visitors for the afternoon. You ran the edge of your thumbnail across the thick scar skirting the side of your left palm, scratching it lightly but thoroughly. You had recently had your bandages removed and the sight of your hands was shocking. The backs of your hands had taken the brunt of the burns and they were wrinkled with scar tissue which butted up against new skin growth. A daily cream was a must to keep the tissue from tightening up and preventing normal usage of your hand. You scooped up a handful of the waxy smelling stuff and massaged it into your hands as your nurse watched you expectantly.

Her expression fell a bit when you didn’t answer right away.

Serves her right, you thought, casually kneading fingertips into the palm of your opposite hand.

‘I mean, you don’t have to, if you’ve changed your mind.’

She picked at a bright yellow rose bud that had fallen off of one of the new crops of flower bouquets. Henry had made sure to keep you flush with fresh beautiful flowers. You had to draw the line at the character balloons, and had to tell him that he should stop sending them because the hollow sounds of them knocking together at night was creepy and it kept you awake.

‘I haven’t changed my mind, Barb,’ you said and gave her a smile.

I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life to see him again.

‘Well, good. He’s been asking after you… like… constantly now.’

You said nothing, but a tiny grin stretched your lips.

Constantly?

‘We can whip out the chair and wheel you over there after lunch.’

Your heart leaped with sudden and visceral terror.

It’s soon. So soon. Too soon! Today?

You swallowed hard and felt your face heat with uncertain embarrassment.

‘S-sure.’

‘Ok, I’ll reserve one and be back in a few hours.’

Barb turned around and left the room. You could hear her chuckling as if this matchmaking was the best thing that had happened to her all year.

You sat up in bed, greasy hands limp in your lap and you made a face when you sniffed at yourself under your hospital gown. No way were you going to present yourself to Henry, or anyone else who would be in the day room, looking like you’d been in an accident.

Heaven forfend.

So, you washed carefully and put on the pale peach coloured long-sleeved pyjama set you’d received from the Ladies’ Supply. The Ladies’ Supply was an organisation of volunteer women who ensured the dignity and comfort of women at the military hospital through social visits, clothing donations and other feminine needs.

You did your hair the best you could and whiled away the hours until you heard the squeaky wheelchair being rolled into your room. With heart crashing excitedly against your ribs, you perched delicately on it and Barb rolled you away.

**

The day room was spacious and welcoming and abuzz with activity. Some of the men were still hooked to IVs and sitting by the wide windows and others who were more capable were dispersed amongst the tables either reading or playing cards or just talking with each other. There were also some women in there, so you didn’t feel like you were entering the lion’s den. You spotted Henry by one of the card tables and you wanted to put your feet down on the floor to stop Barb from rolling you right up to his side. Unfortunately, you didn’t do it in time and when you squeaked to an unceremonious halt at the edge of the table, he glanced up from his cards.

The look on his face when he recognised you was one that you would store in your memory for an eternity. He put the cards face down on the table and made to stand up. You immediately put up your hands to stop him.

‘No, no, don’t get up, you don’t–‘

But, he had already struggled to push himself up and out of the chair and you didn’t want to take that victory from him. You stood up as well, ready to give a firm friendly handshake, or a paltry pat on the shoulder but he had other intentions. He dragged you into his arms, and crushed you to his meaty chest, before you could manage to say, hello.

When he finally let you go, you both went back to your respective seats, feeling overwhelmed by the perfect greeting.

Grinning at him, you made a gesture to your own head.

‘Your hair… it’s all curly!’

The last time you’d seen him, his hair was shorn right to the head, and there was really no hint as to the texture or really even the true colour. So it surprised you to see a neatly clipped mop of glossy brown curls. Henry put a self conscious hand into his hair and ruffled his fingers through it.

‘I like it,’ you assured him, hoping to put him at ease. ‘I like it a lot.’

Grabby hair, your brain chittered. Perfect length for grabbing.

With that the two men who had been playing cards with him at the table, picked up and left, taking the not so subtle hint that they should leave the two of you alone.

‘I’m glad to see you. Finally,’ he said, wincing a little when he shifted in the chair.

‘Does it still hurt?’ you asked, reaching out to put your hands over his on the table.

‘I’m getting over it,’ he said, dodging the question effortlessly.

He turned his hands up to hold onto yours and you felt as shy as a virgin on a first date. So, what could you do but make a joke the break the tension.

‘I mean… if I had to get blown up to get a date with you in a hospital day room, don’t know if I would do it again. Ehh, I probably would.’

Your eyes swept up to his and he stared at you a moment, puzzled and when you gave him a little hesitant smile, Henry started to laugh. The sound it lit you up with happiness and then the awkwardness was broken.

You spent about an hour chatting and if you were honest, most of it was spent flirting, until you started to feel tired.

You didn’t want to overstay your welcome and he seemed disappointed (much to your juvenile delight) when you said that you were leaving.

‘Tomorrow then?’ he asked, big blue eyes bright and eager, his hands unwilling to let you go again.

‘Yes, tomorrow.’

-End part 4

[kiivg]

.I cropped this so much 🤫😳.

[mortalfaerie]

To Fake an Engagement (M.F.)

4/?

mathew fairchild x (fem) reader

word count: 2k

synopsis: things have gone smoothly for reader and mathew in the months since the christmas party, but as feelings grow more serious, mathew decides he needs to tell you something, a deep, horrible secret. coi canon divergent, no spoilers. discussion of mathew's "greatest sin" from GotSM

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Two months passed as through in a dream. Mathew and you were inseparable, and you had explained to your friends after some pestering that you were secretly courting but not yet engaged, and had not taken the matter to your parents yet. Though a little exasperated and wondering why you were waiting, when surely your parents would support the decision, they kept your secret.

You went on respectable outings and took walks in the park, Matthew being “all gentlemanly propriety” as he had once said, though more than once you had stolen away to kiss feverishly in private, in alcoves and behind bushes. And who could blame you? You were teenagers in love. Only, despite making his intentions to marry you one day clear, he hadn’t said those words yet: I love you.

You didn’t want to force him to it. You knew he would tell you in his own time, but you wished he would, to affirm your hopes.

You had been surprised when a week after the Christmas party, it came to light that Matthew had bought a flat of his own. It had been shocking at first, since though you knew his family was very wealthy, he never gave off an air of superiority you had expected from someone of his status. He had given you and all your friends a tour, when he had moved in after a spat with his family. You were happy to see him happy, but you would like to see him reconciled with his parents. You were fond of Charlotte and Henry Fairchild, and them you, for forcing Matthew out of his foul moods.

It was a Wednesday in February, and the sun seemed to have come out for the first time in weeks. You were responding to a letter from your cousin when you looked out your window and saw Mathew approaching your house. Startled, you jumped up and smoothed your dress, arranging your hair in the mirror, just as your mother called that “your friend, Matthew” had come to ask you to walk in the park. You gathered your coat and boots, and came down the stairs to join him, smiling as you took his arm.

“What brings you around unannounced?” you asked, as you proceeded down the street toward the park at the center of your neighborhood.

He looked at you sideways and smiled crookedly. “Can a man not engage the attention of the woman he’s courting?”

You laughed and nudged him, answering, “Of course I am glad to see you, but what is the occasion?”

“There are matters I would like to discuss with you.” he replied.

“Oh, dear.” you remarked, and shook your head.

He smiled. “Don’t look so grave. I haven’t come to break this off.”

“Well I should certainly hope not, because I’m sure Lucie and Cordelia would be after your head on a platter if you did.” You replied. It was true that the two of them had leveled not-so-joking threats at Matthew should he break your heart after telling their group you had an understanding. Matthew, recalling this, winced beside you.

You were approaching the park now. The snow had mostly melted by now, and the unusually sunny weather had allowed for the ground to dry. As such, Matthew gestured for you to sit on the grass, and then joined you, taking in the sun on the pond water.

“So, my brooding love, what is it you must discuss with me?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

He gave you a nod, looking pale. Your heart picked up, wondering what was so severe that he was visibly distressed by it. As support, you offered your hand, and he took it, lacing your fingers together.

“I must tell you something, Y/N. It will not reflect well on my character, and it may impact your desire to continue in this arrangement we have, which is why I must tell you now.” he began, and looked to you to gage your reaction. You were looking at him in alarmed confusion but nodded for him to continue.

“You recall that Alistair Carstairs was a menace to us at the Academy?” he said, his voice snagging with venom on his enemy’s name.

“Yes, I remember you telling me. He was a bully and he spread rumors-” you began, and he finished, “About my parentage. Yes.”

He took a deep breath and said more levelly, “Even after I left the Academy, his word stuck with me. I couldn’t put the notion that Gideon Lightwood was my father out of my head, since neither of my parents have my hair, but Charles has our father’s red hair. Well, I had been at the Shadow Market, and despite the advice of a good man, I bought a tincture from a faerie meant to compel the truth from a person.” His voice broke, and he closed his eyes, collecting himself. You squeezed his hand to let him know he could take as much time as he needed to, and that you were here for him.

Finally, he cleared his throat and continued, “I slipped the tincture into a batch of scones for my mother. I meant to ask her, after she ate one, if Gideon was my father, but- faeries lie. I should have known that. It wasn’t a truth tonic, Y/N. And I didn’t know my mother was with child.”

“Oh, Matthew.” you whispered, so full of sorrow for him and this cross he had been carrying.

“My mother became ill. She recovered, but… the child was lost. I killed it, her. It was a girl. And the most wretched part is they would have named her Matthilda, for my great aunt. My great aunt, who had my hair. There was never any truth to the rumor at all.” He choked on a sob, and it was clear that even now, he was tormented by the mistake.

Your heart broke, and you pulled him to you, letting him drop his head into your lap as his tears wet your skirt. You consoled him, feeling some tears well up in your own eyes to see him in pain, and told him again and again, “It wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t have known.”

“I am a murderer, Y/N. I killed my unborn sister.” he said with such awful resignation.

“You are not a murderer, Matthew, you had no reason to know it would harm her, or that she was with child, you couldn’t have intended harm.” you argued.

“But it happened because I believed a stupid rumor over my own parents. And because of it, someone died while I got to live.” you leaned down and wrapped your arms around him as his body shook, and assured him,

“You are a good man, Matthew Fairchild. I know this, and this knowledge doesn’t change that. It was a terrible, awful mistake, but it was a mistake.”

“How,” he hiccuped, “can you love me, knowing now what I’ve done?”

You pulled him up so he faced you. “I can love you because I have loved you with every foolish thing you have done until now. I came to love you because of who you are, and I will love you still, knowing this. You are still the boy I fell in love with when I moved to London, and you are the man I love now.”

Tears streaked his face as he responded, “You are the most kind person I have ever known. Your capacity to love and forgive astounds me every day, and I am so, so lucky to know you, Y/N.”

With a deep breath, he added, “And I love you, with every fiber of my being.”

In spite of yourself, you felt a grin spread across your face. “You love me?” you asked, almost disbelieving.

“Yes.” he said, as serious as you had ever seen him. “I love you. I love, I love, I love you.”

You wiped the wetness from his cheeks with your fingers and cupped his face. “I love you, too, Matthew. I love you so much.” and you leaned in to kiss him, slowly, and meaningfully.

When you parted, he said, “Then there’s something I need to ask you.”

Your heart thudded with abandon in your chest. Was this what you thought it was? It wasn’t even close to the end of your bargain! You schooled your voice to be calm and responded, “Yes?”

“Will you marry me, Y/N Y/L/N?” he said, quiet enough that only you two could hear.

Tears spilled over now, as you nodded enthusiastically. “Yes. Yes, of course I will marry you. By the Angel, yes!”

He pulled you into a strong, crushing hug. “Oh, thank you. Thank you, Y/N." he repeated, holding you close. He pulled away, looking you in the eyes to say, “I have worked on my drinking, I don’t know if you’ve noticed. I don’t carry a flask anymore, and I have a flat. I can support you.”

You laughed. “Matthew, I would marry you if you had nothing.”

He playfully raised an eyebrow and asked, “But you are glad that I don’t?”

You both laughed as you responded, “Of course.” You gasped, and then fumbled for your pocket, producing the Fairchild ring from it. You put it in his hand and removed your own glove, offering him your hand. “Put the ring on, in earnest this time.”

He grinned like an idiot as he slid his family ring, which had been in your keeping for months, onto your own hand again. He brought your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to it. “My bride to be.” he murmured, just as he had that night in the Devil’s Tavern all those months ago.

Your heart swelled for love of him. You loved him, for better or for worse, his foulness and his sweetness, all of him.

“Y/N Fairchild.” you said, trying out the name.

He smiled. “I shall have it engraved on every surface in our home. So, a spring wedding, or autumn?”

“Hmm.” you considered. “Autumn, I think. We have no need to rush.”

He gave you a mischievous look. “Only that I wish to have you in my own home, through the night, as soon as I can.”

You blushed despite yourself. “Oh, very well. Perhaps a May wedding…” you trailed off, and leaned in to kiss him, this time full of promise of things to come.

-

Your parents had been surprised, but supportive. After all, what shadowhunter parents wouldn’t support their daughter marrying into the Consul’s family? An engagement party had been held the following week at Matthew’s new flat, and at your request, his parents were invited. He wasn’t overly excited to speak to them, but he understood how much having his family involved in the wedding meant to you, and he obliged.

You were standing in the foyer beside him, dressed in your best party gown, when Henry and Charlotte arrived. When they entered, at first no one spoke, and then Charlotte smiled warmly and took your hand. “Y/N, dear. I could not have wished for a better woman to love my son.”

You felt Matthew relax some beside you, and he smiled cordially to his parents. “Thank you, mum. I am very lucky to have her.”

Henry had grinned and shook your hand, welcoming you to the family. After they proceeded into the large parlor, Matthew wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you to his side, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Thank you.” he murmured.

“For what?” you asked, confused.

“For this. I think you’ve made me a better person in their eyes. You changed me.” he said, resting his chin on your head.

“No, you changed yourself, Matthew. That was you.” you countered.

He gave a chuckle and held you tighter. “Well, you gave me a good reason to change.”

You happily snuggled into his chest, lingering in the foyer a little longer before going into the party.

[wqnown]

Could someone please write some fics for dry devil? There is like no content about him , I’m gonna go insane 😭😭😭

[holylulusworld]

Still Clingy

Summary: Your and John’s family grows.

Pairing: CEO!John Winchester x Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Mary Campbell (former Winchester), Jo Harvelle, Ofc’s John Henry Winchester & Millie Reenie Winchester

Warnings: angst, language, protective reader, pregnant reader, pregnancy sex, unprotected sex (flashback), fluff, comforting, violence

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

Sequel to Clingy

Flashback, six months ago, six months pregnant, …

“Look at you, so beautiful when you have my cock in your tight little cunt,” John curses, slowly rolling his hips. Large hands run all over your swollen belly and you smile when he moans your name anytime he feels his babies kick. “I love you so much, doll.”

“I love you John,” you gasp, moving your hand behind you to cup the back of his neck. You slowly rock your hips, loving to feel John so close. He insisted on spooning you to not hurt you. “Love our babies too.”

“My sons, they are excited,” warmth fills your heart, knowing it’s odd for John’s grown sons to have a baby brother and sister soon. “Dean is already in his ‘big brother’ mode.”

You moan, feeling the coil tightening. “Sammy, he made a list for anything. He’s better at this than me.” 

“John, fuck…I’m gonna,” crying out you feel your orgasm rippled through your body, wrecking your mind. “I love your dick.”

“I know you do, dirty girl…”

Flashback, three months ago, …

“Look at the little man,” John puffs his chest, proudly holding his new-born son in his arms. 

Dean tries to hide he’s feelings but seeing his little brother in his father’s arms lets a single tear run down the tough man’s cheek. He smiles when you look at John holding your son. There is a warmth in your eyes he never saw in his mother’s eyes.

“Don’t you forget your daughter?” you tease, watching Sam hold your daughter. The tall man smiles softly when your daughter blinks her eyes open, silently cooing.

“Did you already choose names?” Dean steps closer to his brother, gently stroking your baby girl’s cheek. “Dad?”

“The beautiful little girl in Sammy’s arm will have a wonderful name. Y/N and I, or rather Y/N decided to name her Millie Reenie Winchester,” Dean nods, glancing at his little brother in John’s arms.

“A great name, Y/N. I love you want to honor our grandmother,” Sam nods, smiling when Dean carefully takes his little sister out of his arms. “Look at you, sweetheart. You will be as pretty as your mother one day.”

“Our son will be named John Henry Winchester,” John hums at your words, kissing his sons head softly. He feels like back then when he held Dean in his arms for the first time. 

“You were that small once too, Dean. Your eyes, they looked up at me and I swear, you gave me a wink before you pooped into your diaper,” Sam snickers, watching Dean’s features soften at his father’s words. “I couldn’t even get mad as you were such a cute little shit.”

“I’m not cute,”  Dean grumbles softly rocking Millie. He smiles when the little girl looks at him with wide eyes. “But you are, baby girl. Look at you.”

“Sammy, he was a huge baby,” you giggle, looking at Sam, who listens to his father’s words whilst he strokes his little brothers’ head. “I knew, the moment he opened his eyes, he’ll be a heartbreaker too.”

“Winchester aren’t heartbreakers, baby. If you walk along with them, holding their hands but not too tight, they are the best men,” John smiles, nodding silently when you hold out your hands for your son.

“I guess the little guy wants mommy to give him her breast,” John groans, glancing at your cleavage. “I meant John Henry,” scolding your husband you smirk. His face different shades of red he carefully places your son in your arms. “I will need Millie too, Dean. I know it’s hard to give her back.”

“Can I not keep her?” Dean whines, looking at his sister again. “She’s too cute. I want to eat her alive and cuddle her until she squeals.”

“Later, Dean. Now give her back to her mommy or you’ll feel a mother’s wrath, son,” Dean reluctantly gives your daughter to you, sighing deeply. 

“I’m the first one getting her back. She’s my little sister and I’ll protect her,” Dean turns to leave the room to give you privacy to feed your babies. “Sammy, let’s do some research on how to keep boys away from our sister.”

“Got it, Dean. Let’s do this…”

Now, six months later, …

John yawns, slowly rocking his son in his arms. His white shirt stained with food he tries to make his son burp.

“Come on, baby boy. Let your mommy sleep. We are going to do this like men,” John doesn’t see you lean in the doorframe, watching your husband.

“John Henry, you are fed, dry, and your bed is waiting for you, baby boy. Your mommy loves you, but she needs a bit of sleep. Let daddy take care of you,” John whispers, pecking his son’s head whilst he rocks the baby.

“You look good with a baby in your arms, Johnny. I never thought I would say so, but we should have more,” you smirk, walking toward John to move your arms around his waist, leaning your head against his back. “Love you.”

“Love you too, doll. Did I tell you lately you made me a happy man when you came into my life? After Mary left me, I believed that I’ll never love again, but you showed me there a good people out there,” you sigh, holding John tighter.

“Dean and Sam, they love you too, you know. Both would kill for you,” John starts to slow dance with John Henry in his arms and you smile, following John’s lead.

“Is that a private party or can we join and dance too?” Dean smirks, leaning against the wall, glancing at his sleeping sister. “Little John is a grumpy sleeper, just like his big brother.”

“True,” John snickers, nodding at his eldest son. “An even grumpier eater, son.  He loves to throw food he doesn’t like at me.”

“I wouldn’t eat that stinking broccoli either,” Sam laughs at his brother’s words, not missing the way Dean looks at his little brother. “He’s a cute little shit, though.”

“Such a sight,” Mary snarls blocking your path. You tried to walk back toward your car, your baby girl in your arms whilst your friend Jo holds John Henry in her arms. “John’s or did you seduce one of my sons?”

“Unlike you, Mary, I’m faithful. Sam and Dean are like sons to me. I may be younger than John, but this doesn’t mean I would ever cheat on him with his sons. I love my husband and he loves me,” your eyes narrow and you swear, you would beat the shit out of Mary if not for the little girl in your arms. 

“You should get the fuck out of Y/N’s and my way before I beat the shit out of you,” Jo spats the words at Mary you held back. “It was you leaving John. It was you ruining your marriage and leaving his sons behind. Now get your shit together and fuck off.”

Jo leads you toward the car, yelling at Mary when she dares to follow you. “Last warning, bitch. If you don’t stop to harass Y/N, I’ll call John and his sons right now.”

Mary turns pale, stopping in her tracks she watches you carefully place your babies into the baby seat. Her features darken and she balls her hands into fists when you get into the car, driving away with your friend.

“I will get him back, no matter what…”

“Get off me,” John pushes against Mary’s shoulders, tries to get her off him but she wraps her arms around his neck, pecking his cheek, leaving red lipstick on his skin.

“Didn’t you hear my husband’s words?” you close the door, an angry look on your face. “What did you try here, bitch? Did you send me the message with John’s phone to let me witness his infidelity?”

“John wanted me, wanted to have me over his desk,” Mary shamelessly lies. John starts to sweat, his heart races fearing you will believe his devious ex-wife. “He’ll only ever love me.”

“Lying bitch,” your fist meets Mary’s face, causing her to stumble backward. “Did you honestly believe I would listen to you and not my husband? I knew the moment I got the message it wasn’t John who sent it to me. He always calls me doll and sends a naughty emoticon,” John grins, nodding silently.

“Last time it was a grinning devil as we had naughty sex whilst I talked to a business partner,” John chuckles, watching his ex-wife press a handkerchief against her nose. “My doll knows me so well.”

“Of course, I do, John. I love my naughty daddy,” you give John a wink, grinning as he rubs his growing bulge. “You know,” you walk toward Mary, licking your lips. “I asked Charlie to give me a live stream to John’s office. He installed a camera for, let’s say fun…”

“I like to fuck my wife at my office and rewatch it with her,” John blurs out and you chuckle, ramming your fist into Mary’s face once again. “She’s a dirty girl, Mary.”

“This is my final warning for you, Mary. Stay away from my husband, my babies, and my sons. John, Sam, and Dean are off-limits to you. If I ever see your lying ass close to my family again – you are dead,” John cackles, loving when you fist Mary’s hair to drag her out of his office. “He’s my man, live with it, bitch.” You kick her ass, slamming the door into her face.

“Baby, I didn’t think it’s possible but right now, I love you even more,” John smiles when you walk toward him to cup his face, kissing him softly.

“Love you too, Mr. Winchester. Now let’s check on our babies, daddy. I think your sons will steal them if we do not stop them…”

“You know, I thought about what you said the other day. You are right,” John wraps his arm around your waist, smirking, “we need more little Winchester’s in our life…”

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[unicornbitchface]

Sabotage

Pairing: Mob!Henry x Reader

Summary: Things will always fall into place with him. 

One shot.

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Chaos.

 Phones ringing, voices yelling, minions running around.

 everything was.. well, EVERYWHERE! You didn’t know what you were doing anymore. Maybe this was it, this was the bloody end.

So this is how you go down. So much for being your own boss. Maybe everyone was right, you cannot do this. You were made to serve your husband.

Cook, clean, dry for him and when he felt like, bent over like a bitch in heat. That was your fucking job, not this high end firm that was burning up in flames.

 Damn it.

 You are going to swear off of interns. They are a bloody liability with no consequences over their heads. How could you not see this coming?

They fucking stole from the accounts! Never in a million years would you have assumed those meek rats would have the audacity to touch a penny. 

But that’s what they are- damn rats.

Now you had a big ass hole in the accounts and before you could do any damage control, word spread in the market like a fucking STD.

What will you tell your clients? Hell, what will you say to the press hounding outside of the office building? You had to come up with something, and something good, SOON.

You looked around your office, as if this was the last time you are going to be in it. 

You felt like a fallen queen on the checkered black and white marble floor, not knowing her next move, scared and parched for mercy.

This was the office of your dreams. Every tiny artifact, every angle of the furniture had a purpose.

The miniature gold bull you gifted yourself for closing your first big account.

The picture of your grandmother in her office, ambition wrinkled all over her face.

The desk, angled so that you had an eye on the entire office.

And the sofa, well placed for comfortable long meetings and late-night camping you often did.

Well, not just for camping. 

The thought made you clear your throat, you cannot think about it right now. But who were you kidding, he was always on your mind. Even when your life was crumbling, all you wanted was to get lost in that blue eyed monster.

As you collected yourself, you heard a commotion above all that yelling and chaos.

Him.

You couldn’t miss it anywhere, it was ingrained deeper than your DNA. But what was he doing here? We never met in public, it was too dangerous, he once said.

You couldn’t deny the pull any longer and your feet did the work for you. As you reached the lobby, there he was.

Chest heaving, eyes glaring at anything that moved. Your deadly husband, Mr. Henry Cavill, dressed to nines in your favourite blue three piece.

“Mr. Cavill-”

“We had a date, Mi amor and YOU didn’t show up. You know I don’t tolerate being ignored, much less by my .. WIFE.”

He called me his wife. We don’t address each other like that.

Panic set in as I could hear gasps and the office suddenly stopped. The time seemed to have fucking stopped, and I did not know why he was doing this.

“I.. I.. Ahem, can we talk in my office, Mr. Cavill?” I glared at him.

The next thing I know, his lips are on me, holding me in a death grip he is so famous for. I couldn’t help but forget where we are, and moaned, heart on fire. He broke the kiss, his forehead on mine, and he whispered, “lead the way, amor.”

I was in a trance wrapped up in his arms, all the panic, fear and sorrow simply washed away. Taking his hand, I walked towards my office when he stopped abruptly.

“ Everyone, get out.”

No movement.

He turned, removing his glock from the waistband, “I don’t like repeating myself.”

The office was empty in less than a second.

 I couldn’t help but giggle at the scene.

I would never get used to his MO, as he liked to call it. Every time I saw him, my heart gushed with so much love, it surprised people when I was untouched by fear they usually felt.

As we entered my office, he took me straight to the desk and sat me on it. A knee between my legs, he placed his palm on my cheek and just kept looking at me.

“I’m sorry I could not join you baby, I know tonight was important for your new deal.”

He just hummed, as his eyes raked over me. His palm moved to slide my dress up my thighs till it bunched over my ass. He moved to remove his jacket and removed his cufflinks, folding up his sleeves.

“Say something Henry. Are you mad at me?”

“Never when I can see your cunt leaking like a faucet for me.”

And with that, he slapped my pussy so hard, I almost yelped.

“I am just disappointed that you hide from me.”

Our eyes locked, mine teary and his, well they held that promise etched at the altar.

 I’ll always protect you.

I will always be there, even if you cannot see me.

Just look to the shadows, and you’ll find me standing.

Silent, but firm. 

Just like you want me.

 I blinked as I came back to the present.

Pulling on his tie, I brought him back to me.

“I could never hide from you. You are a piece of my soul Hen, I..”

Words died on my tongue as he plunged his into my inviting mouth, letting the moment talk for itself. My hand went to his belt, removing the barrier between our union.

Much like his tongue, his thick cock plunged into me at one go. Pain seared through me but he didn’t stop. My Henry was many things, a great chef, master strategist, flawless shot, an enticing mobster, but patience was not on his tiny list of virtues.

He liked giving it hard, and me? Well, obviously I liked taking it harder. So that’s what I did. Spreading my legs wider, hopelessly hoping he might fit better.

Pushing me down on the desk, he went harder. His eyes on mine, face contorted with all sorts of emotions, hands groping my tits over the dress, he looked like Hades all set to conquer Athens.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head when he put his fingers on my clit, rubbing it with abandon, none of us able to form words.

The room was filled with his grunts, roars and fucks, my whimpers giving them company.It soon turned into screams when my beast pinched the clit hard, and choked the life out of me.

“Jaan, please don’t stop!”

“Ah, HARDER baby!”

“Ooomph, keep going Jaan!”

Suddenly I was sputtering a string of words and that only made Henry slap my tits harder than ever before.

Fuck, I loved this beast. He was mine.

Mine.

I didn’t have to tell him I was close, he pulled out and went on his knees, eating my cunt like he’d been starved for decades.

Oh shit it was coming.

“Fuck Jaaan”

It was all over his face. My juices coating this God’s face while he shamelessly lapped it all up.

“Mm, delicious as always, amor. Taste yourself.”

I licked my juices off his face while he was bent over me. Sighing, I was about to move, when he dived in again, “Where do you think you’re going? Not done yet, baby!”

Smirking, I locked him in with my knees, “Bring it on, Hades.”

That name always made his cock twitch, and the dance began again. My cervix was on fire, as he kept hitting it right.

“Give me your seed, Oh Gods, yes just like that Henn!”

I came undone twice more before he even came close to his climax.

“I don’t want you to hide from me anymore amor. You know I’d kill for you!”

My nails raked over his arms as I held on to my dear life, only able to nod.

“I want the good, bad and the ugliest you can throw at me baby. I want all of you. I want your cunt, ass, that pretty little mouth and your soul, you hear me?” he growled.

“Jaan, please.”

“Please what, slut? You want my cum? You think you earned it?”

“I am yours, you get all of me. Fill me up, Jaan.”

Yanking on my hair, he pulled me up to him and bit hard on my lower lip as he came, taking me with him and roaring like the devil he is. “I fucking love you!”

Breathing hard, coming down from the blood rush, our foreheads touched.

“I got them.”

“Did you hear me? I got them amor.”

“Mm? Who?” eyes closed, my brows furrowed.

He left for the washroom, and came back to clean us up. Fixing my dress, he held me against him and said, “Bring them in!”

My cheeks heated, thinking that someone heard us go at it like rabbits and I tried to hide my face in his chest but he won’t have any of it.

Hands on my hips, holding tight, we stood facing the door when Taylor, our bodyguard came in.

I was confused. I was about to look at Henry in question when two men and a woman were thrown at my feet.

Them.

The bloody interns! Covered in literal blood this time.

Hands bound, crying.

 How, what, when..?

 I felt his breath on my neck as he kissed behind my ear, “Merry Christmas, love. The money is back in your accounts. Fucking rats were planted by a rival, the audacity.”

Speechless.

“How did yo-”

“Like I said, shadows. Always there.”

“Oh, Jaan!” I turned to kiss him, his hand squeezing my ass in return.

He broke the kiss, looked at the crying culprits, stepping on one of their hands, “And now that the word will spread you’re my wife, these roaches won’t dare come within a 50 miles radius of you.”

And there it was, that million dollar smile filled with warmth, only for me.

Only me.

Mine.

In that moment, the befallen queen was not alone.

The King had arrived.

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Jaan: commonly used between couples in India, means life.

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[sweetlangdon]

Steal Into My Melancholy Heart (Michael Langdon x Reader Beauty and the Beast AU)

Notes: Here it is (finally), the start of the AHS: Apocalypse Beauty and the Beast AU. There’s going to be a lot of changes to canon. Some characters have been left out, others have a different backstory and purpose to suit this AU ‘verse. Hopefully everything makes sense as the story goes on! The title comes from the song “Evermore” in the 2017 version of Beauty and the Beast, because I can’t help myself.

Word Count: 3.7k+

Warnings: Some violence, mentions of gore and blood. 

 {Prologue}

A thin veil of moonlight fell across the obsidian spiral, a monolith shrouded in a layer of dense fog. It parted around Cordelia Goode’s shoes, chilly and damp, clouding an otherwise clear night. The Hawthorne School looked abandoned. That was for a purpose, for protection, but a feeling clawed its way deep into her gut that suggested maybe they were already too late.

That the warlocks had suffered the same fate as her girls.

She could still hear their screams, their agony echoing in her ears. The shadow of their blood still clung to her hands. Even in the dark, she saw the trails it had leached under her nails and how it sat in the creases between her knuckles. The house had reeked of it, the blood and carnage heavy in the air, bright red pooling on the immaculate floors. She’d sat there for the longest time, minutes turning to an hour she didn’t have, hollow with grief. That house was now their tomb. Cordelia had left their bodies where they’d fallen, cold and still and pale. Fingers and lips turning blue. The halls of her school silenced.

Four had survived. It was enough, for now, to hold together Cordelia’s shattered heart.

Madison, Mallory, Coco, and Emily trailed in her wake, footsteps whispering across the dry, desert earth. She could hear their quiet weeping, their sniffling and heartache so palpable it settled on her chest like stones. They hadn’t spoken on the plane ride here, too stricken with heartache and shock and anger that words didn’t seem enough. The march up to the doors of Hawthorne felt like a funeral procession. Somber. Bleak. Their black clothes, still holding the scent of their fallen sisters’ blood, a sign of mourning rather than tradition.

Cordelia steeled herself, wiping the last of her tears from the corner of her swollen eye with the edge of her thumb, as she came to a halt at the doors. Where they were still coming from, she didn’t know. How could she have any left to cry? What would she do if they found the warlocks slaughtered inside their school?

The quiet unnerved her. The hum of crickets, the distant sway of leaves in a nocturnal wind. The strange, dark cylinder towering over them stood resolute and still as a grave. If it had become one, then she couldn’t see a way out of this. She couldn’t see a light beyond the hurt and despair. Not right now. Not when they’d already lost so much.

Every muscle in Cordelia’s body tensed when the door slid open. The surviving witches, gathered at her sides, looked up once warm, flickering light spilled over the threshold and broke the chill of the night. Golden candle light illuminated the tears that glistened on their faces.

John Henry Moore leaned against the doorway, a pale wisp of smoke coiling up from the cigarette between his fingers. Cordelia’s knees almost buckled from relief.

“Oh, thank god,” she exhaled. “Are you all right? The students—are they all okay?”

One of John Henry’s dark eyebrows rose. “Yeah,” he drawled. “Why?”

“Michael Langdon isn’t here, is he?” Her tone had turned dangerous, the hate dripping from her curt question.

“Haven’t seen him since he fucked off into the woods, Cordelia.” He pushed off the wall and moved to let her and the girls through, then took a drag from his cigarette. He sounded annoyed. “What is it? Kind of late to be making unannounced house calls. It’s past curfew.”

“We’re not here for your witty comebacks, asshole,” Madison countered.

Before John Henry could take offense, Cordelia started down the hall toward the elevator, the girls following close behind, a cacophony of heels ricocheting across marble and stone.

“We don’t have a lot of time.”

“You want to explain what’s going on?”

They took the elevator down beneath the earth. John Henry leaned against the wall, taking long drags from his cigarette and eyeing the group of young witches congregated tightly opposite him. Madison was silently furious, arms crossed over her chest, her sharp glare fixed on the closed doors. Mallory sniffled, drabbing at her eyes with the edge of a long, black sleeve. Emily found solace in Coco, her head pressed to Coco’s shoulder. Cordelia looked beside herself, her gaze distant, restless as they waited for the elevator doors to hiss open.

“You were right.” Cordelia’s voice broke, frayed with the tears that still trickled down her cheeks. “About everything. You were right.”

“Now what’s all this?” Behold Chablis joined them as they filed into the cavernous heart of The Hawthorne School, a labyrinth of candle lit staircases and hallways. His question, rising sharply at the end, filled up the quiet. The students were locked away in their dormitories for the night. Safe and oblivious to the danger heading their way, for now.

“Miss Goode was just about to tell me.”

“Langdon,” her voice cut deeply into the name as her eyes fluttered closed to stave off more tears, “Michael Langdon…murdered my girls. We were lucky to escape when we did. And if we don’t act now, then this school—you and your students are next. I don’t know how much time we have.”

“Jesus.” John Henry muttered. He turned away, scratching at an eyebrow with the edge of his thumbnail.

Behold’s dark eyes widened. “I’ll evacuate the school.”

“No,” Cordelia said. “We might need them.”

“For what?” Behold asked. “I’m not leaving our boys to be some Antichrist’s cannon fodder, Miss Supreme. Not after he slaughtered your girls.”

“Coming here wasn’t about just warning you. We need a curse,” she explained. Madison and Mallory exchanged looks of surprise before they caught her eye. She’d kept her plans to herself, an impulsive decision on the flight to California. “And if memory serves, the reigning expert on curses is you.” She turned to John Henry.

At her pointed look, he scoffed. “We need a firing squad, not a curse.”

“Shockingly, I agree,” Coco said softly.

“You never said shit about that,” Madison said. “I mean, what the fuck, Cordelia?”

“We have to fight him,” Emily agreed. “I don’t care what it takes.”

Mallory’s eyes narrowed. “What kind of curse?”

John Henry held up a hand. “Forget it.”

“He has too much power now,” Cordelia reasoned. “We can’t kill him…we can’t even stop him if we tried. I felt that power when he broke past the defenses at Robichaux—Langdon’s the Devil’s son, and that makes him invincible. Our only choice is to play the long game. Survive the impossible, together, and create something that tears him down, bit by bit. Make him his own demise.”

“So your solution is,” Behold drawled, “to…sit back and watch the world go up in flames? Let him win?”

“He’ll think he’s won,” Cordelia said, a determined grin curving one side of her mouth despite the tears that welled in her eyes. “And then he’ll get what he deserves for all the chaos he’s wrought, slowly, until his death sets things right again. A hard reset. Everything back to the way it was.”

She’d had a lot of time to think on the plane.

John Henry laughed, but there wasn’t much humor in it. “That’s a tall order.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Madison rolled her eyes.

“Wait,” Coco interrupted. “Can we…really do that?”

“No,” Behold answered at the same time John Henry deadpanned a halfhearted, “Definitely not.”

“Yes,” Cordelia insisted, her voice shaking. Her gaze flittered to Mallory, who hadn’t spoken a word of dissent or skepticism. “There’s enough power in this room—in this school. If we combine that magic, I know we can. I have to believe it, otherwise what else do we have left?”

“Curses are stubborn. Delicate,” John Henry said. “They have to be precise, not to mention the amount of magic they require. You can’t engineer a curse in a single night, Cordelia, it can’t be done. Not for what you’re asking.”

“We have to find a way.”

“It’s just not possible,” seemed to be John Henry’s final answer. Resolved to defeat.

“I’m sorry,” Behold offered. “Wish we could—”

“I think we should do it,” Mallory said. “I know…I know Cordelia’s right. We have enough magic right here in this room. We have to try.”

“What the hell, right?” Madison flicked her long hair behind her shoulder. “Mallory’s magic could power the whole curse by itself. I’ve seen it.”

The witches murmured their agreement.

“It’s not the magic I’m worried about,” John Henry replied. “Curses are unwieldy. I’ve never designed one this complex.”

“Well,” Coco said brightly. “First time for everything.”

***

They settled into the central hub of The Hawthorne School, their work lit by roaring fires and sconces on the walls. John Henry gave each of them a task based on their skill level, some facet of the curse that was theirs to render with their magic. By that time, he and Behold determined that they’d only need a few of the students lend their talents, and the rest would be sent in groups to scatter themselves in different directions across the state. To escape and survive the impossible, as Cordelia said.

Three Hawthorne students had joined the witches and John Henry, chosen by Behold’s own meticulous eye. He knew those boys well enough, saw their magic at work in his classes. They’d proven to be the most proficient with the incantations and sigils needed to design their curse.

Timothy, Andre, and Gallant circled around John Henry like a trio of baby ducklings, a force of habit that couldn’t be broken even under the unusual circumstances. The boys cast wary glances at the witches in their midst, unused to working alongside them. They were half-dressed in their Hawthorne uniforms, not quite so polished, the dress codes forgotten. Sleep still clouded their vision as they struggled with whatever archaic texts John Henry shoved at them.

The room was a mess—papers littered with John Henry’s inelegant scrawl, more discarded on the floor than kept for revision; old books heavy with a musty scent in careless piles for reference. Most were in Latin, others almost unreadable even to Cordelia’s rather astute magical knowledge.

She hoped these archaic words and symbols would be enough. There had been more than one argument ricocheting off the vaulted ceilings in the long hours they’d spent working on this. Cordelia knew what it would take, how she wanted the curse to evolve as time wore on, but translating that to magic had John Henry at his wit’s end.

There were variables to consider. And layers upon layers of incantations, each with a specific purpose. Not to mention, they had to put the entire world back together—and billions of lives—once the curse had slowly withered Langdon away. One wrong link in that chain and everything else would crumble. So, of course, there had been shouting matches and a litany of swearing and one instance of John Henry walking the fuck out of the room for another cigarette as tensions ran high.

“We need a failsafe,” John Henry decided.

Cordelia reached over the table of papers and books to reach her wine glass. “Like what?”

John Henry sighed, ink-stained fingers splayed on the tabletop. He slumped forward a little and stifled a yawn. “You said it yourself. Kid’s got the protection of fucking Satan. If this isn’t enough to wear that down and kill him over time, we’re gonna need backup. Another way to take the shot. So to speak.”

“Well, he’s still half-human.”

“I think that ship has sailed,” Behold mused. He refilled Cordelia’s wine glass with a languid sweep of his fingers.

“I’m talking about emotionally,” she explained. “He’s…sensitive. You saw his reaction when we retaliated. The way he cried over that woman. I don’t have much hope for whatever humanity is left in him, but if we can use it to bring him down, that might be our only shot. If the evil in him doesn’t break him, then maybe his heart will.”

“You think the Antichrist is capable of love?” Behold raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know.” She shook her head. “That human heart of his—Michael’s heart—might.”

John Henry heaved another long-suffering sigh. “That’s a gamble.”  

Cordelia took a sip of wine, her gaze downcast to the scattering of notes. “It’s all we have.”

They chose the main foyer to lay their trap.

Right below where the two central staircases converged, there was ample floor space. Langdon would have to set foot there when he arrived at Hawthorne, and by the time he recognized the power that surrounded him, it would be too late. For that to work, they needed the curse to soak into every single fiber of the room, to make the space itself alive with the full force of their magic.

And piece by piece, it did.

Sigils were burned into the floor, where they disappeared out of sight. That was Mallory’s doing, her strong, unwavering magic building the foundations of the curse. She had the most work of all, though she didn’t complain about it. Not once. Not even when she and Cordelia and Behold had to figure out the complex magic involved in restoring the entire Earth. The hard reset Cordelia insisted on seemed to be beyond anyone’s capabilities. But she was the exception.

More sigils were inlaid in the walls. John Henry oversaw the precise order and placement of each one from the notes that no one could read because he’d written them. The incantations were the most important—and required every single witch and warlock to chant the ancient words as one. That was the trickiest part. John Henry, Behold, and Cordelia went over the exact pronunciation beforehand until their students were tired of it; archaic Latin wasn’t everyone’s best subject at either school of magic, and one wrong syllable would topple all their hard work.

Designing a curse was fucking exhausting.

Emily slumped onto the staircase. Through a yawn, she asked, “So, what happens now?”

“This is going to get ugly,” John Henry said, running a palm across his face. “He’s coming here for revenge. He’ll want blood.”

“Which means you all need to get yourselves out of here,” Behold agreed.

“The three of us will stay behind,” Cordelia said. She studied the weary faces in front of her, so young, trying to hide their fear. “We’ll get out once we know Langdon’s activated the curse. But if this works—”

“And it should,” John Henry grumbled.

“We’ll have to stick close,” Cordelia told them. “We have to see this through to the end.”

***

A midday sun blazed scorching hot across the dry desert earth. Michael Langdon inhaled the scent of dust and heat, pausing to consider the gruesome scene in front of him. Three large birds, their pitch black feathers fluttering, beady eyes reflecting the bright sky, poked at an animal carcass. He couldn’t tell what it was. Maybe a rabbit or a squirrel; tufts of brown fur were lost in the gore, dark scarlet staining the cracked earth. Two of the birds fought over the animal’s innards, pulling at them with their sharp beaks. Michael turned away, slightly unsettled, the edge of his cape rustling in the wind. He had no reason to fear the blackbirds—they were harbingers of his father’s presence, they kept a watchful eye from above.

And they wouldn’t be the only ones to spill blood today.

Michael drew in another deep breath, his fingers curling into light fists at his sides. He wasn’t so blinded by his own rage and vengeance that he couldn’t sense the magic inside Hawthorne. It was almost oppressive. It had never been that way before, not when he was a student. Maybe then he hadn’t been so sensitive to it. The power inside him was far stronger than it had been when he turned the library into a furious snowstorm. But now Hawthorne’s magic felt different to him, seeping out of the strange building to coil at his shoes like a fine mist.

It was strong. Defensive, he thought, if he had to give it a particular quality. But it wouldn’t give him any trouble. No witch or warlock had the power to rival Satan’s own son.

Hawthorne was quiet. Michael noticed an unusual tension in the air, a breath away from snapping. He could still remember the meticulous class schedules and customs, how the halls were always buzzing with noise and footsteps and voices chanting. Lessons took up every odd corner and room. The only time he’d ever seen it this quiet had been long after curfew, when he’d slip away to visit Ms. Mead, memorize the layout of the school, or try and contact his father.

It was just after twelve thirty in the afternoon. And yet, the halls were abandoned.

No, Michael thought, a snarl on his lips. Evacuated.

Someone told them he was coming.

“Cordelia,” Michael growled.

“Hello, Michael.” The voice was a gruff, familiar one that hadn’t so much said his name as it had spat it back at his feet.

Michael found John Henry Moore sitting in the middle of one of the main staircases. A single, flickering flame from a lighter—which he appeared to have some trouble igniting—illuminated the purple shadows beneath his eyes and his jaw shadowed by stubble. His gaze was dark, sharp as a razor.

“I thought you would have been smart enough to leave,” Michael said. His voice carried, bouncing off the cavernous walls as he approached. “After all, you were the one to see past the bullshit. You had me all figured out.”

John Henry’s gaze didn’t break from him, not when he took a long drag from his cigarette. Michael tilted his head a little, a provocation for whatever sarcastic comment John Henry had to offer him. The school’s magic still pressed in on him at all sides, in relentless waves, though there was no one else in sight. He listened, fingers flexing at nothing, stirring up the air. Testing it.

With a rough flick of his wrist, Michael sent John Henry flying backward up the staircase. His lighter clattered onto the steps at the same time his body landed with a crack, his neck twisted at a sickening, abnormal angle. A thin ribbon of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth onto the floorboards. His open, sightless eyes reminded Michael of the blackbirds feasting on their gory prey.

Michael lifted his chin in approval. But when he stepped forward to admire his grim handiwork, the magic in the room seemed to shift. Michael staggered back from the intensity of it, the crushing weight he felt from all sides. It immobilized him, kept him rooted to the spot where he stood. His hands curled into fists so tight that his nails bit into the skin of his palms. He tried to push against it, break it down like he’d torn through the defenses at the witches’ school. A hoarse, mournful, frustrated cry ripped free from his throat as the magic overpowered him and forced his knees to collapse.

And when he looked up, beneath the curls that had fallen into his eyes, he saw how the room itself had changed. He watched the markings surface on the walls. Symbols that meant nothing to him, scored into the stone and wood and tile as if they’d been etched there by fire. He lifted his palm when they appeared under him like they’d scorch his flesh. The complicated patterns arranged one by one, circle by circle. There was no one else in the room with him, not that he could see, but the air echoed with voices. They chanted as one, their ghostly chorus filling up the silence. Words he’d never heard before.

Words, he realized, that were meant to harm him.

“You’re not used to weakness, are you?” another voice asked.

“Cordelia,” Michael spat.

The ground trembled under the influence of magic. Some of the fires in the sconces on the walls flickered out. Michael let out a sob when the suffocating weight of the magic surrounding him turned into a sudden flash of pain. He fought again, pushing a hand toward Cordelia, fingers rigid with agony and a surge of pure hatred. Cordelia didn’t even flinch.

“You’re just a sad, scared little boy,” she told him. “And if you want to embrace that evil, then fine. You do that. You can tear apart the world until there’s nothing left. But now…it will cost you, Michael.”

“It already has,” Michael sobbed through gritted teeth.

“No.” Cordelia shook her head. “Not like this. If you want to become a monster, then who are we to deny you that? Your actions will have consequences, now; ones you won’t have any control over. The further you descend into darkness, you’ll have to live with what your choices have done to you. Every time you look at your reflection—when you see all that beauty withering away, you’ll think of the lives you’ve stolen and all the times you could’ve stopped. But no amount of regret will help you. It’s too late, Michael.”

A pain Michael couldn’t find the words for took hold of him, forcing another strangled cry from his lips. He was sprawled on the floor, muscles tense, tears streaming down the swell of his cheekbones. He felt the magic seeping into him, latching onto his bones, branding itself onto his very soul.

“Enjoy your apocalypse.”

The air went still and silent. Michael sensed the remnants of the magic as it receded and let go of him. There was nothing left except the sound of his ragged breathing. When he pushed himself off the floor onto his elbows, ignoring the deep, lingering ache in his body, Cordelia had disappeared. Her escape, and the warlocks’ covert plan to destroy him, renewed the flicker of rage in his heart.

Michael staggered back into the daylight with a curse sitting in his veins like poison.

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