#henry cavill pov

[ohhxdile]

Mysterious Man ☆ OS

∞ ₒ ˚ Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x reader

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Words: 793

Summary: Typical night for you working in a Tavern that is also an Inn. But tonight is different, there is a strange man in the corner of the room

Warnings: reader pov, use of medieval words, reader as an accent

(A/N: oh my god! i didn't expect my first fanfic to get attention, idk how to thank you all 💕😭)

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I worked in this tavern for over years now. I’ve experienced many festivals, towns people's departure, new faces, mariage and even rivalry. We could call this quite the “experience”

But today was different, while a few drunk men were singing in the middle of the tavern, ripping their vocal cords and pouring ale on the floor. Messy customers that we didn’t really enjoy to serve, but they consumed the most. Something else was different. A blond-white haired man was sat at the corner of the tavern, a long black piece of linen covered his whole body, I couldn’t quite make out his apparence. 

The owner approached me while I was rearranging the barrels “The Witcher wants his pottage with boef” I stood up with a quirked eyebrow questioning him, he pointed quickly to the white-haired man. “Fine, sure” I sigh and put down the barrels I was occupied with, taking the wooden tray in my hand with the pottage and boeuf.

I walked to him and served him “Here is the pottage and boef, Mister asked” I took the empty vessel asking him if he wanted more to drink, he nodded and thanked me. I got to work and poured another drink for him.

Night was settling in, people were leaving, some bought a hall to sleep in. People were getting kicked out forcefully, typical day for a tavern that also works as an Inn.

My hands were sticky with all the type of ale and meals. I cleaned my hands while the owner cleaned a few vessels and plates. “Tonight was good” I smiled at him, when I turned my head, the empty barrels took my attention “Ah ya’ I forgot to refill them, Would ya please get the Pale Lager in the Undercroft?” I nodded and took in hand the empty Pale Lager and got working. I rummaged through all the cask, they were a lot of them, I quickly found the right one and filled in the empty cask. 

It was getting pretty cold in the tavern and I shivered a bit. Someone didn’t leave and It was the “Witcher” I quickly glanced at him and approached him “You’re leaving soon the village?” He raised his head at me and chuckled “I need to stay here for quite a while, people are asking me to solve a town problem.” His rough voice was like neumes to my ears, but soon after something bothered me in his sentence “a town problem?” I take a hold of his empty tankard and ask him “What? I never heard about a problem here before?” His eyebrows raised itself just like mines and we stared at each other.

Continuously we talk to one another, I understand what he means by “problem” there is a thief that is fliching money from ladies by making them buy deadly roses, what a complete disaster. I understood now why he would stay here for a while. “This is quite the story ya’ have” I chuckled to him and he shrugged off, raising his shoulders slightly. “It is my duty as a Witcher” The strange man was interesting, more than any menne I’ve meet along my years of working, he started ruffling through his piece of linen and gave me a sack of gold, I stared at him for approval and he made a sign with his hand. I opened the bag and counted the coins.

He had the perfect amount for the ale, pottage and boef he ate. I was pretty satisfied and thanked him. “My pleasure, the food here is gracious and the ale is smooth to the gullet” I blushed a bit, happy that he was satisfied. I took the bag of gold, content and walked to the owner giving him the coins.

Before leaving the Witcher came close to me, I looked up at him and he smiled, silence settled between us. I didn’t know what to say, but I was a tad busy with wipping the tables that I haven’t realised his eyes travelled around my figure. “Thank you again” I shrugged off his comment and said It was my pleasure. “I still haven’t asked your name” He mentionned and yes, I realised I never introduced myself to the stranger and I told him my name. 

He said my name, and the way It rolled on his tongue was mischievous I liked it. “My name is Geralt” I smiled hopping he wouldn’t see it since my head is lowered to the table in front of me. Suddenly dead silence and I lifted my head.

 Geralt was gone, he left the Inn with a souvenir and a warm welcome, and I was left with many questions in my mind and hoping that he would come back.

[cardierreh15]

The Guy Next Door

And we are BACK— with a new chapter of The Guy Next Door! I hope you guys enjoy. It’ll be quite the interesting one.

**I do not give anyone permission to copy or repost my work!!

Warnings 18+: Cursing , Motivated Violence (Idunno lmao) Fluff ! 💕 Ron being a good baby daddy! 😩🤰🏾

Description: Netty meet’s Ronan’s best friend, Harry for the first time.

Pairings: Henry Cavill (Ronan-POV) x Black!plus size Female (Amunet)

Special Appearances: Thomas Doherty (Harry)

Word Count:

Chapter 8: Birds of a feather …

‘Are you ready?’ His deep, soothing voice brought her out of her blank daydream. It had been 4 weeks since their break up and this was the first time she saw him in person. He would call every day while he was on lunch, and at night before he went to bed. She had made it evident that she didn’t want him near unless she was ready.

Today, she was more than ready.

She blinked her honey brown eyes and looked over at him as his large fist clutched the steering wheel.

It was safe to say she missed him. FaceTime calls never did Justice when she wanted to be able to touch and smell him. It ached her core to force him away, but he had to know she was serious.

‘I am.’ Netty gave him a gentle smile and let out a gentle sigh as he backed out of the driveway.

Ronan looked over at her for a moment and returned the heart warming smile. There was so much he wanted to say to her… so much he wanted to do.

Being in her presence made his entire world gleam, and his soul glow with sheer joy. He didn’t know if it was the pregnancy rubbing off of him that made him so emotional. But he’d already stopped killing because he wanted to be better for her and the baby. He was in love with her.

***

The couple had just walked into Target. Ronan was stuffing his wet umbrella in a umbrella bag when she skirted off towards the bright red buggies. His eyebrows tugged into one.

A gleam of a smile spread across Netty’s face.

‘Netty? I thought we were getting only a few things. Why not use a little basket?’ He said with a gentle smirk curling on his lips, gently shoving her hands off of the handle.

‘Well,’ she looked up at him, ‘I lied.’

‘Hmph.’ He scoffed.

‘Now, let’s go look at the baby section!’ She squeaked, wrapping her small hands around his firm bicep and gave him a gentle tug.

Ronan let out a soft chuckle, ‘oh man. What did I get myself into?’ He mumbled to himself as he began to follow her towards the baby section of the store.

Netty gasped at the sight of the tiny 3-piece set and damn near snatched the whole rack down. ‘Ronnie! Wook at it!’ She looked up from the adorable and tiny outfit.

Ronan chuckled, ‘Aw! That is so cute!’ He carefully took the clothes into his large hands. He felt like a giant! As if he tugged this thing a certain way, he’d rip it apart. It was in that moment that it really set in for him.

‘Wow… it’s… it’s so… tiny.’

His thumb and index finger gently caressed the cotton, his head falling to the side in admiration.

Then he looked up at her.

A sweet smile curled on his lips.

‘I’m really gonna be a dad!’ He scoffed as he looked back down at the onesies.

She walked around the cart and linked her arm in with his before she looked up at him. ‘You are.’

Ronan looked down at Netty with a small smirk before speaking, ‘Hey Netty, I—‘

‘Ron?’

Amunet looked back to see a tall male standing behind them with a box of diapers beneath one arm and a small basket packed with baby pacifiers and bottles.

Ronan recognized that voice anywhere! He swiftly turned around to see Harry standing before the both of them. ‘Hey! What are you doing out here?’ He asked in a slightly confused manner.

Harry stayed on the opposite side of town. And he hated to ride around in his pretty little Audi in Florida traffic. He kept it as local as possible.

‘Oh! Nothing just doin’ a lil’ shoppin’. I heard you guys were having a baby and I decided to come get somethings.’

Ronan’s face turned up in confusion. Eyebrows knitting into one, lips curling in a confused grimace. Something wasn’t right.

He never told Harry that Amunet was pregnant.

‘Oh! That’s so nice of you! Thank you!’ Netty grinned happily.

‘Of course! Anytime! Oh, I’m … Harry—‘ he placed the box on the floor, ‘by the way.’ He reached out for an handshake.

Ronan’s deep blue orbs, glanced down at his hand before they flickered back to his face.

‘I’m Amunet. You can call me Netty though.’ She said with a smile, placing her hand in his and gave him a firm shake.

‘Netty. It’s such a pleasure. Ronan’s told me all about you. His tales aren’t sufficient— you are stunning!’ He complimented.

Ronan never took his eyes off of him. He was impatient and suspicious.

‘Awww, that’s—‘

‘Harry? A word please?’ The glare he held on Harry’s face was … unusual.

Harry and Amunet looked from one another towards Ronan.

‘Ron?’ Netty said in a bit of concern, ‘Are you OK?’

He looked down at Netty and gave her a smile in reassurance, ‘I’m fine. Hey, take some time to look at something’s for the baby. I just remembered I had to talk to Harry about something.’

‘Are you sure?’ She asked in worry.

‘I’m sure.’

Harry’s eyebrows tugged into one in his own confusion. ‘Whatever you have to say, I’m sure you can say it in front of Netty.’ He raised a brow, the confused look instantly being replaced with a sinister glare.

‘No…’ Ronan bit back, ‘It is work related.’

Harry chewed the inside of his cheek before glancing at Netty, ‘Duty calls I suppose.’ He chuckled before shrugging and scooping up the box of diapers. ‘It was a pleasure to meet you, Netty. I’ll see you soon.’ Then he gave her a friendly smile.

‘As it was you, Harry! Take care!’ She said somewhat confused but masked it with a clueless chuckle.

Ronan walked past him in a hurry and Harry rolled his eyes following him. Once he’d noticed Ron was walking out the door, he placed the basket and the box of diapers down before taking a mental note of where he left it.

Ronan paced back and forward in front of his car with his hands on his hips.

‘OK Mr. Moody pants. What’d I do now?’ Harry’s voice had a bit of humor in it.

‘How’d you know Netty was pregnant? What are you doing on this side of town?’

Harry made a face, raising a brow in confusion. ‘You don’t recall? You told me this a few days ago!’

The puzzled male shook his head as he turned around to look at his friend. ‘I didn’t. I’m careful with these kinds of things. Netty is still in the first trimester so why do you feel like I would’ve told you and not even my own parents?’

Harry chuckled and rolled his eyes, ‘Look, you are seriously buggin’ from the lack of sleep you’re getting.’

Ronan grit his teeth together so hard, he could’vshattered them, ‘Answer the question! How did you find out?!’

Harry looked at his friend before an unexpected, sudden laugh fell from his lips, ‘Haven’t you learned? I find out— everything.’ He looked away before sighing, ‘Besides, you’re not spending time with me anymore and it’s becoming a bit lonely, Ronniieeee.’

He pressed his lips together, swallowing his spit as he glanced at the random people that walked on by; giving them a fake friendly smile. Ronan then leaned in, ‘I told you I’m done with that shit. Look, I’m trying with Amunet. I’m in love with her!’

‘In love?!’ Harry questioned raising his brow before another sinister laugh left his chest. It caused Ronan to jump slightly.

‘In love?! You only met her 9 months ago! She’s a fucking distraction and she’s getting in the way of our playtime!’ Harry argued, poking Ron in his firm chest.

‘Harry, you’ve completely lost it and you need to seek immediate help.’

‘Oh well if it isn’t the pot calling the kettle black! Since when did you become fucking Dr. Phil?!Look, Netty is real pretty… real fine. I just would hate for something to happen to her.’ He said nonchalantly with a shrug.

Ronan picked his head up to look at Harry. Oh he was angry. He snatched him up by his shirt and shoved him against his car. ‘Is that a threat?!’ He gritted his teeth once more.

‘Oh no my dear friend… that—‘ Harry shoved Ronan off of him, ‘Is in fact a promise.’

Ronan’s eyebrows tugged into one. He was livid but he just took a deep breath, ‘Fine…. What is it that you want.’ He said in a hiss.

‘I want you to meet me at my place tonight. I have a arts and crafts idea of y’all’s “Head” of Neighborhood Watch. Be there at 9. Don’t be late. Or I’ll just simply tell Netty that you’ve gone killing again.’

‘You take her as a fool. She won’t believe you.’

‘Well she doesn’t trust you… she’d believe a stranger first before your lying ass.’

Harry had a point there. And that just made his chest hurt.

‘Again. You best be on time lover boy!’ He called out as he began to back away.

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Ronan walked back inside of the Target with his mind racing. It was like he was damned if he did, damned if he didn’t. But he wanted her and their unborn baby to be safe.

He found her snuggling up against a tiny pink onesie with red hearts scattered all around it. ‘Hey! You’re back!’

‘I am,’ he gave her a smile before looking in the cart. She had almost everything in that damn thing. ‘I see you’ve went to work while I was gone. And quick too!’ He chuckled.

‘Yeeeeah. I couldn’t help it!’ She giggled as she placed the small little piece of cloth in the buggie.

‘Well, that’s alright,’ he said placing a kiss on her head, ‘I told you to grab anything you wanted for our baby. Honestly, this is nothing compared to what I thought you would’ve done.’ He snickered. His mood was instantly shifted once again. She had such an positive effect on him. And he loved it.

Amunet sighed, looking up at the ceiling with dreamy eyes, ‘Our baby… our little baby.. such a nice ring to it right?!’

‘Yeah.. our baby.’ He repeated happily.

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They’d been back at her place for some time now and they were spending sometime looking, and feeling the baby clothes. ‘I just can’t wait til they get here…’ he smiled rubbing her slightly rounded belly, ‘can’t wait to hold my baby girl!’ The thought of him having a little princess made Netty’s heart ache. She didn’t care what they had, just as long as they were healthy.

The room grew quiet for a moment as his mind slipped back to the conversation he and Harry had earlier. ‘Netty?’ He paused for a second, allowing her time to answer him.

‘Hmm?’

‘Do you trust me?’

Amunet looked over at him with a gentle smile, her head falling to the side slightly, ‘Well, you can be sneaky… but the amount of support that you’ve been giving me over the past month and a half… it’s safe to say that you have earned my trust back.’

Ronan sat up with a delighted smile returning to his face, ‘Seriously? You really do?!’

Amunet giggled out loud, ‘Of course,’ she reached across and placed her hand on his thigh, ‘You earned it.’

The smile he wore only grew larger and he just took her hand and placed a kiss on her knuckles. ‘You have no idea how good that feels.’ He cackled.

She smiled softly, her head falling to the side as she watched him just combust with emotion and happiness. This was probably the happiest she ever seen him.

‘Hey?’ He said as he brought her feet up and started to subconsciously massage one of them.

‘What’s up?’

‘Could I possibly… stay over tonight? Like I think it’s—‘

‘Ron.’ Netty said, her face unimpressed.

He stopped in his tracks like a damn deer in head lights.

‘Of course you can stay!’ She giggled, giving him a playful smack on his arm. ‘You don’t have to ask!’

He sighed in relief, ‘Well I wasn’t sure if you still wanted your space.’

Netty felt touched by the comment and placed her hands on top of her chest, ‘Aw. That’s really thoughtful! Well, … to be honest—‘ she looked off to the side, sinking her pretty teeth into her bottom lip.

‘What’s on your mind?’ Ronan asked.

It grew quiet for a moment before she waved her hand and shook her head, ‘Nooo, no. It’s silly. Forget I even mentioned it—‘

‘Oh you’re not shutting me out. Tell me.’ He said softly, his eyes were gentle and welcoming.

She stared over at him for a moment before swallowing her spit. ‘Well, I—‘ she sighed softly, ‘It’s been hard… this whole break up. We went from spending time together every day to… me not wanting to see you… and with good reason.’ He muttered the last part before breaking into an awkward laugh. ‘I just… want us back… I miss you.’

The air grew thick with emotions. He felt guilty about the conversation he and Harry had earlier that day. But he also felt content and happy, knowing he had a second chance to redeem himself.

‘C’mere.’ He said leaning over and placed a tender kiss on her lips. Suddenly, he remembered what he’d been missing. Her soft, plump lips that taste of honey.

He then broke the kiss and rest his forehead against hers. ‘I miss you too.’

[schumaquinho]

i just dreamt of a medieval love with henry cavill and let me tell you, it was a goooooooooood dream

[peaches1958]

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The Blind: Syverson

Summary: Kate goes on a blind date with Syverson

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Kate (OFC)

Word Count: approx. 8k

Warnings: Alternating POV, fluff, slight angst, smut, oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering, p in v sex, manhandling, I think that’s it.

Authors Note: So this is the first fic I have written in months that didn’t come from a prompt or request. It started as an exercise to help me overcome writers block, but morphed into something else. This is a one-shot. The plan is to write blind date fics with August and Walter (maybe another character) but yeah, that’s the plan, who knows what will happen.

Special thanks to @henryobsessed for encouragement and beta reading. Also to @amberangel112 for her constant encouragement and dedication to making sure I write something. Honestly, I wouldn’t have kept going on this if it wasn’t for you. Thank you so much.

Page dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

The Blind

Buzz cut, beard, tall, stacked. That was all Kate knew about the guy she was supposed to meet, that and the name Sy. Her friend, Ava from work set them up. Apparently, he was her boyfriend’s childhood friend. Kate wasn’t sure at first, wasn’t sure if she was ready, but Ava had convinced her. They were both recently single, both burned, both just dipping their toes back into the dating game.

Equal parts excited and nervous Kate had gotten dressed, trying on a million different outfits until she decided on a black slip dress, not too short, black ankle boots, and a long grey cardigan. She figured it toed the line between enticing but also, not too far out of her comfort zone. She looked longingly at her jeans and t-shirts, wondering if she should choose comfort over sex appeal. In the end sex appeal won, she wanted to look like she had at least made some effort.

However, as she approached the bar, she thought perhaps she should have chosen something else. The dress suddenly felt too low, so she pulled the cardigan closer around herself, hiding the hint of cleavage the dress gave, and wishing she had worn a bra.

“What’s the worst that can happen?” Ava had asked. “If you don’t like each other and you’ll probably never have to see each other again. No harm done.” Except for the potential crushed ego, loss of confidence, embarrassment, and pain of rejection of course.

Kate wished she knew more about him, but as Ava had pointed out, if they knew too much about each other, they wouldn’t have anything to talk about. But it was awkward as she entered the bar. It wasn’t her typical place, too many suits and cocktail dresses, too many overpaid men and gold-digging women. Ava had set the whole thing up, chosen the bar and the restaurant, and Kate wondered why she would pick a place like this. Surely Ava knew her well enough that this wasn’t her scene. Disappointment flooded her as she realised that maybe it was a place Sy would like, it would be a long night if it was.

Grimacing and squaring her shoulders, at least giving the imitation of confidence, Kate entered the overpriced establishment. Ava had said that Sy would meet her at the farthest end of the bar, so she carefully navigated her way through the crowd and to the end of the inexplicably long counter. Kate let out the breath she was holding. No one was there that even remotely fit the description.

Checking her phone, Kate saw she was a few minutes early. No need to panic yet, she thought as she pulled a stool out from under the bar.

“You Kate?” a voice drawled behind her. She turned her eyes growing wide as she took in the man in front of her. Please be him, she prayed silently, her eyes raking over him, he fit the description and more. It was lust at first sight as she looked into his deep blue eyes. For the first time since her ex had left her, she felt a stirring deep within her and a blush rose to her cheeks.

“Yeah, that’s me,” she said, giving a small smile. “Are you Sy?”

“Sure am,” he said. Kate felt stunned, speechless as his face crinkled briefly into a smile. She watched as his eyes slid over her body, it had been quick but enough that the heat that blossomed in her belly was suddenly overwhelming. She needed a drink.

Sy was tense as he approached the bar. He needed a drink, something to stop his fists from clenching. This kind of bar wasn’t his style, a little too… civilized. It got on his nerves, he wasn’t even inside and felt frustrated. He knew his dark jeans, motorcycle boots and black shirt were going to look out of place, but he wasn’t going to dress like a Muppet for some girl he hadn’t even met. The bar hadn’t been his choice, he assumed it was hers. One strike against her name.

He followed a cute brunette into the bar, she pulled her cardigan close, it hugged her round ass nicely and Sy let out a small hum before shaking himself. He shouldn’t be looking at random girls, not tonight anyway. He had promised to at least be open and give the girl a go but going on a blind date irked him something fierce. He never had a problem getting a girl, but apparently that was the problem, it was never the right girl.

Still following the brunette, he watched her ass as she continued down the bar. She looked as out of place as he did in the bar, her style not quite the polished sophistication one would expect in a place like this. She wasn’t rough so much as a girl who wouldn’t look down on him. Despite his intelligence, he’d needed a degree to be an officer, some girls ignored that part of him and only saw the soldier. That was all some girls wanted from him, wanted the danger he exuded, live close to the edge, be roughed up a little then go back to their lives of civility. If he was honest, he didn’t mind fucking girls like that, they usually went crazy in the sheets, he just didn’t want to date them, too much fucking trouble.

The brunette kept going down the bar to the place he was supposed to meet his date. She stopped as she saw the empty stools. Was this her? If it was, he’d have to remember to say thank you for the set-up, at least they got his type right.

After Sy and Kate moved to a booth, each with a drink, Kate found the conversation flowed easily. Sy seemed open, honest, and flirtatious enough to be charming without crossing the line to creepy. Within ten minutes Kate had already decided that she liked him, so when they had finished their drinks and Sy asked if she still wanted to go for dinner, Kate agreed.

The night had a slight chill, enough to cool her blood but not enough to be uncomfortable. “Where’s the restaurant?” she asked.

“You don’t know?” he asked. Kate shook her head and pulling her phone out to check the map, she said her friend had booked the table. “So, you didn’t pick the bar either?”

Kate scrunched her nose up. “No, that’s not really my scene.” She grinned at Sy. “I imagine it isn’t yours either. It’s this way.” She started walking further into the downtown area.

“Not at all,” Sy said following her lead and in the harsh streetlight, got a chance to really look at her. Kate’s hair was long, almost too long, stopping at her waist and was held back in a thick braid. Sy’s thoughts went straight to wrapping it around his forearm while he took her from behind and watching her ass bounce as he fucked her. She looked at him and although Sy knew his face wasn’t masking his thoughts, she didn’t look away.

“What is your scene?” She held his gaze, her eyes were a steel-blue, almost grey, he had never seen eyes that colour before.

“More of your local kind of bar,” Sy replied. “The kind of place where you could play a game of pool or watch a game.” He smiled wryly, “A place with more shots and less cocktails.”

“I like cocktails,” Kate said simply. She looked away and added, “I think we’re here.” They had stopped at another overpriced business. They looked at the menu in the window and Sy knew he was going to leave this place hungry.

Sy raised an eyebrow and decided to take a gamble. “No, we ain’t eating here.”

He expected some resistance but was happy when Kate turned to him with a big smile. “I can saw a food truck a little way back. Wanna go there instead?”

“You’ve read my mind,” Sy said, and taking another gamble, he took her hand in his, grinning broadly when she wrapped her fingers around his palm. “C’mon.”

Sy paused with the thick, overfilled burrito part way to his mouth as he caught Kate staring at him. “What?” he asked. “Somethin’ stuck in my beard?”

Suppressing a smile Kate shook her head. “I just can’t believe you’re really going to eat another one.”

“Growin’ boy and all that,” Sy said, smirking before taking a bite. Kate laughed, crossing one of her legs over the other, she leaned forward, elbows resting on her knee as she shifted on the makeshift stool the truck had put out for customers to eat on. Sy wasn’t sure if she had done it on purpose, but from where he sat across from her, he could see a little way down the top of her dress, the enticing sight of her breasts made him swallow hard as he washed the food down with water.

Suddenly he lost his appetite for food while another grew. Kate’s attention seemed to be somewhere else, giving him an opportunity to look at her again. His eyes were laser focussed looking at the curve of her thigh as it disappeared under her dress. His body burned as he thought about gripping her soft flesh in his fingers, as she willingly spread her legs for him.

Lifting his gaze slowly he was brought back to her face. She had pretty, soft features, a hint of freckles on her nose and full lips. Sy sucked his own lip into his mouth as he thought of taking hers between his teeth and imagined the moan that he would capture.

“Ready to go?” Sy asked, wrapping his burrito back up. He’d keep it for later, if all went well, he planned on working up an appetite and it would surely hit the spot. He gave her his most charming smile, the one where his cheeks showed the hint of dimple below his whiskers.

Kate nodded and asked, “Where should we go now?”

“My place,” Sy smirked. He wasn’t one to play games, he wanted her, and he could tell she was into him, there was no point in putting off the inevitable, Sy was definitely going to have her. But Sy’s confidence ebbed away as Kate crossed her arms beneath her breast. Fuck.

That cocky shit, Kate thought as she folded her arms, resting her weight on one leg. He’d been doing so well up until that point, just the right amount of arrogance to be interesting, now he’d gone too far.

To his credit though, Sy didn’t apologise, just shrugged and said, “I’ll take that as a no.” He gathered up his half-eaten burrito and started to walk back to the street. “For now,” he added, grabbing her hand in his free one. His words, while playful, held a promise, a conviction that he would get what he wanted, and it sent a thrill down Kate’s spine. “C’mon, I know somewhere else we can go.”

Sy took Kate to a park, although dark, the path they walked was well lit. Ground lights, casting shadows against the trees and the bushes gave of an eerie feeling that excite Kate. And as they walked and chatted Kate held Sy’s hand tight in her grip.

It seemed to Kate that Sy kept asking her questions, wanting her to talk, his own answers were usually short or designed to deflect. They stopped at a child’s playground and Kate dragged Sy into the cubby house laughing as Sy bent his huge frame into the cramped space. They sat facing each other, Kate between Sy’s long legs as she curled hers beneath herself.

“Now that you’re stuck here,” Kate grinned. “You can tell me more about yourself.”

Sy seemed to consider and said smirked again. “Fine,” he said. “But I get to give you kiss after each answer.”

“Where?” Kate said, and Sy chuckled. “I wasn’t born yesterday, Sy.”

“I’m mighty glad you weren’t. I still wanna kiss you. You tell me where. Deal?”

“Deal.” Kate thought a minute, hummed as she looked around the tiny plastic bubble they were in and grinned as she thought of a question. “Did you have a tree house as a kid?”

“Yes,” Sy said, the shadows that fell on his face through the bars of the little house gave him a seductively primal look, like a beast lurking in the shadows as he leaned forward. “Where do I kiss ya?”

Kate turned her cheek, offering it to him. Sy reached out and holding her by the nape of her neck, laid a kiss so soft it sent a shiver down Kate’s spine. Sy leaned back, a satisfied grin on his face, but he didn’t let go of her.

Gathering her wits Kate thought of another question, “First car?”

“’93 Ford Explorer, bought it off my mum.”

Kate offered her other cheek and Sy kissed her again, lips firmer this time and his beard prickled her soft skin. Sy didn’t pull back this time, he stayed close, and his voice was low when he asked for the next question.

“Where’d you grow up?”

Sy hummed, voice rumbling in his throat as he said, “I’m startin’ to think you wanna be kissed. These questions are real easy.” He brought his other hand up and cupped Kate’s cheek, his thumb caressing her bottom lip and heat burned her cheeks.

“Is that bad?” Kate asked, her voice soft, breathless as she struggled to get enough air into her lungs. Sy didn’t reply, just shook his head slowly, his eyes firmly on her parted lips. He licked his lips and leaned in to kiss her. Kate said quickly, “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Later,” Sy said before his mouth locked over hers. Kate could do nothing except sink into it as Sy’s lips took control and his tongue’s gentle invasion made her think she would melt in his arms. She kissed him back, opening her mouth further, allowing him to take what he wanted. His kiss wasn’t sophisticated, it was instinctive, primitive, and completely consuming. And Kate was utterly lost in the rapture of his embrace.

Sy’s rational brain left as he pulled Kate closer. He had been attracted to her from the moment he laid eyes on her, but her softness, her warmth, her willingness made him burn. He craved more, craved all of her and his hands had a mind of their own as he slid a hand down her chest. Her dress felt like silk under his palm, thin and flimsy, he could feel her tightening buds and the supple weight of her breasts. And when she moaned, he knew he was gone.

Laying kisses under Kate’s jaw he breathed in her sweet vanilla scent. His mouth moved down her throat and he felt her soft moan under his lips. Her fingers clamped into his bicep, digging deeper as he slipped her cardigan off, and it slid down her arm. The tiny strap of her dress went with it and Sy groaned, the sight too suggestive not to imagine her bare under him while his teeth nipped into her shoulder. God, he wanted her in his bed, writhing and moaning as he kissed her everywhere, tasted her, smelled her.

Feeling the heat between them rising Sy pulled away with regret, stopping before they went too far. This wasn’t the place for more than a kiss, she deserved better than that and Sy brought himself back under control. He didn’t let her go though, feeling her panting breaths against his chest made him feel electrified, high, this pretty little thing in his arms liked his touch and all he wanted was to give her more.

Tucking a hand under her chin, Sy made Kate look at him. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen and red, a hint on her chin of the beard burn she was no doubt going to feel tomorrow and her ash blue eyes were aflame, sparkling with desire. She was more than pretty, she was, “Beautiful.”

Kate lowered her eyes a moment but didn’t turn away. Sy liked that, liked that even though he could tell she didn’t believe it, she didn’t argue with him or deny it. When she raised them she smiled at him. “Sweet talker,” she teased.

Sy chuckled and drew her back into his arms, squeezing her tight briefly before he pulled the strap of her dress up and fixed her cardigan. “C’mon,” he said, letting her go and climbing out of the tiny house. He helped her down and as Sy went to hold her hand, Kate lifted his arm over her head and laid it on her shoulder.

They were quiet for a bit as they made their way back to the bar. Sy’s thoughts ran a million miles through his head. He mostly was able to control them but all he could think about was continuing what they had started. For the first time in years, he found a girl he didn’t think he’d be finished with in a night.

As they arrived at the bar, Sy turned to face her lifting her chin again to see those eyes of hers. They seemed to look straight into him, and he couldn’t even pretend to deny how he felt. But before he could say anything Kate spoke.

“I don’t want to go home yet,” Kate said, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. But, in truth, she didn’t want to stop them.

“Then don’t, Kate,” Sy said. “Come to my place.” Kate opened her mouth to reply but Sy kept talking. “I’ll be honest with you. You come home with me and I’m going to do everything I can to get in your pants. Now if you say no, I’ll respect that, but Darlin’, I ain’t even gonna pretend that I want to take you home to talk.” Sy’s brows drew together as Kate looked away. “Shit, that came out wrong. I only mean, yeah, I want to talk to you, but I want more than that.”

Kate sighed. Perhaps he was too honest. She was silent as she mulled her options in her head. She wanted Sy too, but she liked him more than she thought she would. Her brain told her to say no, to just go home, meet again for another date and take it slow. But dammit, she wanted him to continue what he had started in the playground.

“Did you drive here?” Kate asked, wanting to give herself more time to think.

Nodding, Sy said, “This way.” Sy’s face was impassive as he gave his head a little jerk and he led her into a small car park next to the bar. He guided her to a large black pick up, but Kate had no idea what kind it was, only that it looked new and well cared for.

Biting her lip Kate couldn’t decide what to do.

Sy stood leaning against his truck, arms folded across his chest, “Take your time,” he said, a smirk across his face. “I’ll wait all night.”

Kate rolled her eyes at him. “Just let me in the damn truck.”

Sy grinned out right. “Atta girl,” he said as he opened the door for her.

Climbing into the cab, Kate hoped she had made the right choice.

His car was neat, clean except for a half full water bottle in the cup holder. As she moved her legs in the footwell, she noticed a book and picked it up. Her eyebrows raised as she read the title, Meditations by Marcus Aurelius. Sy jumped in the truck and noticed her holding the book and took it off her placing it in the back seat. Kate had the feeling he was almost embarrassed.

“So, stoicism huh?” Kate asked.

“You read it?” Sy asked as he started the car. “Goddamn it, I left my burrito in the playground.”

“Do you want to go back for it?”

“Nah,” Sy said driving out of the car park. “Did you read Meditations?” he asked again.

“Yeah, but probably not for the same reasons you did. History major.”

Sy was quiet while he drove, some of the heat seemed to leave them and a coldness settled. Kate started to feel a little uneasy, maybe she had said something wrong. “Why do you think I read it?” Sy asked eventually, breaking the silence.

Kate shifted in her seat, it felt a little like a test. “I imagine that it may have helped a bit while you were in the army. The idea that you can’t control what’s happening, but you can control your response to it. Be virtuous despite the evils in the world.” Kate paused, unsure if she should say what she was thinking.

Sy glanced at her and said, “Go on.”

“Memento Mori,” she said softly.

“Remember that you must die,” Sy translated. Then he chuckled. “A bit heavy for a first date, dontcha think, Darlin’?”

“More concerning is perhaps the thoughts of stoicism and love.” Kate said. She smirked as she looked at Sy, who seemed to be holding back a smirk of his own. “I kind of like the idea of losing all rational thought and falling head over heels in love.”

“I don’t think you remember the book at all,” Sy said. “It ain’t not being passionate, it’s about having common sense. It’s about tryin’ to be a good man.”

“Are you a good man Sy?” Kate held her breath as she waited for Sy to respond.

Guess I had that comin’, Sy thought. His jaw clenched as images flashed before his eyes, images of death, destruction, broken hearts. He shook his head as if to clear them, and although they were gone for now, they would never be completely erased. Last thing he needed was to add to those god damn nightmares.

“Where do you live, Kate?” Sy asked.

Kate jerked her head in surprise, her brows furrowed as she replied, “Not far from here. You take the next left and I’m that area.”

Quickly checking his blind spots, Sy put his indicator on and moved across three lanes. “I think its best if I take you home.” Sy said and he cursed at how cold he sounded. Fuck, this was not how the night was supposed to go. He knew he’d regret it when he crawled into his sheets later, but he hoped that meant he wouldn’t regret it in the morning.

Kate didn’t say anything, just looked out the window. Sy opened his mouth and was going to offer an explanation but as he glanced at her he saw her reflection in the window and closed his mouth. She looked as pissed off as she had every right to be.

With as few words as possible, Kate directed Sy to her house. It was a cute little place, small but she said she lived alone with her dog and obviously didn’t need much more than what she had.

Sy put the truck in park and turned it off. The silence was uncomfortable and neither of them said anything for a while.

“Can I get your number?” Sy couldn’t think of anything else to say.

Kate’s laugh surprised him, harsh and devoid of all mirth. “You don’t have to do that, Sy.” She opened the door and climbed out, slamming the door behind her.

Fuck. Sy followed her out of the truck and caught her hand just before Kate reached her door. “Listen, it ain’t what you think. I ain’t tryin’ to blow you off.”

“You did a good job of it.”

Sy growled in frustration, and reached out capturing Kate’s shoulders, he brought her close to him before kissing her. He didn’t hold back, his lips planted firmly on hers. At first, she was still, stiff as a board, then he felt her lean into him and open her mouth as she dropped her bag onto the small porch. Sy groaned as she let him in, his tongue invading her warmth, he savoured her taste and soft scent. “I ain’t tryin’ to blow you off.”

“Then why?”

“I want this to be more than one night, Kate.” Sy ran his hand down her arm and caught her hand in his, lacing her slim fingers between his. Her hand was tiny in his and it made him grin. He looked at her and saw her cheeks flushed and he couldn’t resist kissing her again. He let his hands slide into her hair, fingers curling briefly into a fist, and he felt Kate pull him closer. Her lips felt like silk on his as her warm tongue, soft as velvet lapped at his. Hard as granite Sy rolled his hips into her, not bothering to keep his desire for her hidden, he didn’t think he could even if he wanted to. “I wanna see you again,” he murmured into her neck.

“Yes.” Kate’s hands went under his shirt and Sy groaned as he felt her gentle touch. He leaned into her, forcing her to take steps back until he trapped her body against her door. Her fingers slid up his back and Sy felt it in his knees. He bent lower, kissing the soft swell of her breasts. He wanted more and gripping her thigh he raised it to his hip and let his hand glide over her silky skin to the curve of her ass. Then, God help him, his hand slipped between her legs, feeling the heat of her thinly covered centre.

“Fuck, Kate.” Sy pulled her underwear away, and he closed his eyes and leaned into her shoulder. “Tell me you don’t want it.”

“I can’t.” Kate’s nails clawed into his back as she urged him on. Sy’s chest puffed, his breathing hard as his fingers grazed the swollen, sodden, bare skin between her legs. Kate arched into him pressing her chest into his and Sy pushed her back into the screen door, the hard metal rattled in its hinges as he pressed his growing hardness into her hip.

Sy heard a low growl and thought it came from Kate at first, patting himself on the back for getting her so worked up. Then it was followed by some loud barks, and he realised it was her damned dog.

“Mayo! Hush!” Kate called, which only seemed to excite the dog more. Sy knew the heat had gone out of the moment and after cursing out the dog in his mind he fixed Kate’s underwear and let her leg down. “Sorry.” Kate fumbled in her bag, pulling out her keys.

Taking a step back Sy gave her room as she opened the screen door and popped her keys into the wooden door. “Wait, I ain’t got your number or anythin’.”

Kate paused, but the damned dog kept barking and Sy could see she was getting flustered. “Why don’t you come in,” Kate said. Although Sy was happy that he didn’t have to leave her right away, he knew it was only because she was worried about the noise. “I mean, Mayo, she’s a rescue. She gets a little protective of me and doesn’t generally like men. But we could try.”

“I ain’t scared of dogs.”

Kate gave Sy an uncertain smile as she opened the door and Mayo bounced around barking like mad. “Mayo, sit,” Kate ordered, but Mayo had caught sight of Sy walking in the house and her excited bark turned into a warning growl.

Sy didn’t bat an eyelid as he squatted low and snapped his fingers. “Come ‘ere, Mayo,” he said, his voice was lighter than normal, almost singing. “Come ‘ere, you ain’t gonna hurt me are ya sweet girl?” He patted his enormous thigh, coaxing her closer. Mayo cautiously approached him padding over to him with tentative steps. “Good girl,” Sy chanted as Mayo got close and as Sy reached out to pat her, her tail started to wag. “Yeah, you’re a good girl aintcha?” Sy’s voice returned to normal as he said to Kate, “I like staffy’s. They’re usually real playful.”

Kate watched the scene before her with increasingly dampening panties. Fuck, she shouldn’t find the exchange as hot as she did, but all she could think about was Sy whispering those praises in her ear. She was already worked up by his attentions on the porch, but now, she was on fire and jealous of her dog.

Getting a grip on herself, Kate asked Sy if he wanted a coffee or beer. Mayo rolled onto her back and Sy was giving her belly scratches. He looked up at her and giving Mayo a few rough pats on the side of her belly before he stood up. “If you’re havin’ one, I’ll take a coffee.”

Satisfied that Mayo wasn’t going to try to bite Sy, she left them in the loungeroom while she went to the kitchen to make the coffees. She could see Sy through the doorway as he shrugged off his jacket, laying it over the back of one of her single seaters. Her throat tightened as she saw the sleeves strain against his biceps. He moved seemed to stalk through her room with a predatorial grace that she hadn’t noticed until he was in a domestic situation. It struck her as odd though, that he didn’t seem ill at ease, he moved through her space like he had been in her home a million times. Even when he was distracted by her DVDs and Blu-Rays, he perused them with comfort, handling them like he would his own.

Every movement he made oozed a confidence that she rarely saw in men she brought back to her home. Not that there had been many, Mayo saw to that. If they got past her demon protector, they were usually nervous, unsure where the night was going to go. If Sy was unsure he didn’t show it in his movements as he made himself at home on her sofa and Mayo climbed onto his lap. The small smile that crossed his face as he patted her dog made her smile.

“Mayo, bed.” Kate brought the coffees in, and Mayo scampered off onto her blanket. Sy took up a lot of room on her two-seater sofa, so when Kate sat and passed Sy his mug their thighs brushed against each other and she felt the heat radiating from his despite his thick jeans and she couldn’t help but notice the lines of his muscles as they strained against the denim.

“Thanks, Darlin’.” Sy took the mug in his big paw, it almost looked too small in his hand. Taking a sip he briefly closed his eyes, a small moan of pleasure came from him. “That’s good, good coffee.” He took one more sip before leaning forward and putting his mug on the coffee table, sliding the coaster under before placing it down. Kate hid a smirk, it appeared although he seemed like a caged predator, Sy was in fact, house trained.

“I saw you looking at my movies. Did you want to watch one with me?” Kate said, trying to start a conversation, something to get her mind off what she really wanted.

“Sure. But is that why you asked me to come in?” Sy’s loose and relaxed posture changed. His body seemed to tighten and coil, his jaw was tensed, and his eyes were narrow as he laid his gaze on Kate. Her breath caught in her throat and Sy took her mug out of her hands. “We ain’t here to drink coffee or watch movies, are we?”

Kate shrugged. “I don’t know, Sy.” Kate shook her head and looked down at her hands. But she wanted him, wanted him badly. If they hadn’t been interrupted by Mayo, she was sure she would have allowed him to go further. But maybe he was right, maybe they should hold off, go slow.

You like this girl, don’t ruin it. Be patient.

Sy used a curled finger to lift her chin and looked into her eyes. He saw his own desire reflected, but he also saw the doubt.

Just let it go Sy. Kick back, watch a movie, maybe cuddle, and kiss a bit, but leave it at that.

Sy knew that’s what he should do, but his cock was damn near splitting his pants. She had invaded his mind so quickly, and he wasn’t sure why. She was beautiful, fun, smart, but he knew girls like that, and he didn’t want them like he wanted her. He didn’t know if it was because he was touched starved or if she was the just right mix of everything he wanted. She felt familiar but also a dream.

Kate’s eyes were on his mouth. Her lips parted and her tongue darted out, wetting them, unconsciously preparing them for him. He couldn’t stop wondering if she was still wet for him. Sy’s fingers wrapped around her neck, his thumb rubbed over her throat and her eyes closed. Her skin felt so soft, so delicate, it made him simultaneously want to be gentle, to not hurt her, but also to unleash his inner animal, to mark her up, claim her softness just for him.

Inhaling deeply his hand skimmed down Kate’s chest, resting his palm between her breasts. He could feel her lungs panting and her thundering heart as a soft red glow appeared on her neck and cheeks. Sucking his lip into his mouth he moved his hand to her breast, his thumb grazing her tight bud. Her brows drew together, and she made a noise in her throat. Sy acted and his mouth was on her neck. He kissed and sucked, his tongue tracing the line of her tendon up to her ear.

Unleashing his inner neanderthal he bit into Kate’s neck and her response sent lightning to his pants. She curved up into him, her breasts strained against the fabric of her dress, and she cried out his name and Sy didn’t think he had ever heard his name sound so sweet. He wanted her to scream it over and over.

With a roughness he couldn’t control Sy spread her legs, his need to feel her his only driving force. Giving no preamble, he pulled aside her underwear and groaned into her neck as his fingers slid over her slick centre. “You’re still so fuckin’ wet.”

Kate’s hips jerked, and she grabbed his forearm, holding him there. Sy didn’t need more of an invitation and his finger found home.

Oh Lord, she felt so tight and hot, her soft walls clenched around him, drawing him in deeper. His cock, so hard, so needy screamed at him to be released. He tried to shut it out as he got to his knees in front of Kate. He had another need, he had to know what she tasted like, had to feel her on his tongue, had to make her call his name again.

He held her panties away with his free hand and looked at her most private place. Kate opened wider for him, allowing him to watch as his finger pumped again and again. He added another, his balls trembled as he watched her take him, greedily sucking him up. His lip curled into a snarl as he said, “Fuck, Kate. Your cunt looks fuckin’ good.”

The moan and roll of her hips was so erotic, for a moment he watched her, taking in how her body moved. Sy kept thinking how he was doing that, he was making her move like that, and all he wanted was to see her fall apart under his touch.

She glistened under the light, so aroused he could see it on the top of her thighs. He licked her there and her sweet taste exploding onto his tongue, the smell of her was almost too much and he felt in the base of his cock that feeling like he was about to cum.

“Oh, fuck,” he mumbled before he buried his face into her, his tongue seeking her hidden pearl. He took his time, playing with Kate, teasing both her and himself as he lapped and sucked. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her as she writhed and soon, she started to tremble, he could feel her tensing, bearing down on his sheathed fingers. God damn, she was crushing him, and he couldn’t imagine how good it would feel on his cock.

“Don’t stop,” Kate cried “Sy, please don’t stop.” Sy almost laughed, as if he would stop, as if he could stop, he wanted it as much as she did. With a sudden shout, Kate’s body rocked, curling in on herself as her thighs clamped hard against Sy’s head. Sy growled as he watched her fall apart, putty in his hands. Sy didn’t stop, he kept working his fingers and tongue until she stilled, her legs released him, her hips jerked away, and a blissful smile played on her lips.

Sy withdrew his fingers and laid them over her pretty mouth. Hazy and euphoric, Kate’s tongue darted out and he pressed his lips to hers, their tongues mingled over his fingers. Sy kept kissing her as he fumbled in his pants. He knew he had a condom in there somewhere and searching his pockets he found it.

Grabbing at his belt he pulled the leather strap releasing the buckle. He thought his urge too strong to be contained until he looked up and saw her face. He sat back on his ankles, waiting a moment, she was fully clothed, her boots still on for God’s sake. This is not how he wanted her, fucked like a one-night stand instead of someone he cared for. He ran his hand over his head, taking a long breath. Out of habit he sucked his lip into his mouth, and he tasted her again, her honeyed wetness convincing him. He wanted to take his time, unwrap her, feel her skin against his.

Sy stood up and held out his hand, “C’mon, Kate. Take me to your bed.”

-----

Despite having hold of Sy’s hand Kate’s legs felt weak and gave way as she stood.

“Did a number on ya didn’t I, Darlin’?” Sy said, grinning.

Kate pursed her lips trying not to smile back. “You’re one cocky bastard.”

“Yeah, I know. Now, can ya walk, or do I have to carry you?” Sy didn’t give her a chance to respond. He threw her hand over his head then bent and lifted her over his shoulder. Kate giggled, despite her disorientation, she still wasn’t all the way back from the high he had given her. “I need directions, which way to the bed.” Sy growled, and she felt her dress lifted, and his teeth sank into her ass. She squealed before peeling into laughter. “Quickly woman. I ain’t playin’.”

He was playing, Kate could hear it in his voice, but the urgency of his commands cleared her head. The way he sounded both so needy and yet so dominant was an intoxicating feeling and she felt desired in a way she hadn’t felt before.

“Second door on your left,” Kate said. Then realised she was upside down and got confused. Sy took off, not quite at a run but faster than a walk and opened her bathroom door. “Uh, your right?” She felt a sting and heard a loud clap and gasped. “Did you just spank me?” Oh my god, he just spanked me.

Kate heard Sy chuckling before she was thrown over his shoulder again and let down onto the floor. He playfully frowned and shrugged as he brought himself to her eye level.

“I may have gotten carried away in the moment.” Then he grew serious. “Did I hurtcha?”

Shaking her head Kate smiled. “No.”

Allowing himself to smile, Sy growled. “Good,” then he added. “Do me a favour Darlin’. Let your hair out for me.”

The request surprised her, but Kate did what he asked and Sy watched sucking on his lip while he did. He looked at her with a hunger she had never seen in a man before and she began to feel a yearning deep within her. She started to take her cardigan off, but he stopped her.

“Let me.” Sy slid her cardigan over her shoulders, his fingers trailed behind caressing her arms and Katie shivered. He took her by the shoulders and guided her to sit before he kneeled and pulled off her boots. He urged her to stand, but he stayed on his knees, gathering her dress in his hands he raised it over her head.

Mostly naked and unsure, Kate forced herself to keep her hands by her side as she let Sy look at her. “God damn your beautiful.”

“Sy,” Kate protested, not what he was saying, she wanted him to touch her again, feel his lips on her and she wanted to touch him, make him feel even the smallest amount of what he made her feel.

“Shh,” Sy said, his hand went to her hips. He kissed her belly and trailed wet kissed up to her chest as he slid her underwear down her thighs. Kate could see her chest puffing as he got closer to her breasts, and when his warm mouth enclosed around her tight bud, she groaned, running her hands over his short velvety hair. He looked up at her and her knees almost gave way, the sight of him with her in his mouth was too much, but she was firmly in his grasp as the thick corded muscles of his arms held her in place.

“I want to touch you,” Kate said, pulling at Sy’s shirt. He released her from his mouth and let her take his shirt off. He stood and laid her hands on his chest. Kate bit her lip as she saw his chest, well proportioned, his pecs stood out, covered in soft dark hair.

Sy hummed as she moved her hands over him. He seemed to like it much more than she thought as she trailed her fingertips down the path of his hair over his flat stomach. His belt was undone so she started undoing the buttons as Sy toed off his boots.

“Lay on the bed, Kate.” Sy pulled a condom out of his pocket. Kate hesitated, wanted to hold him in her hand, feel his cock twitch under her touch, but she could see Sy was planning on other things by the urgency in his movements. He dropped his pants, his shorts too and his cock sprang loose, and he moved to the edge of the bed.

Kate’s eyes went wide, and she unconsciously drew her legs together. Thick, hard, and ready, his cock was magnificent and while Sy tore at the condom, Kate crawled over the bed and took him in her hand.

“Oh, sweet Jesus,” Sy groaned. Kate smirked as her fingers traced his rigid length. She licked her lips and looked up at Sy as she let her tongue flick over the head. She heard Sy swear but he didn’t take his eyes away as she took him in her mouth. She moaned, so aroused by watching him pant as she moved her tongue over him. She sucked gently and she saw him tense, muscles contracted, they popped, and she moaned again, enthralled by his reaction.

Sy pulled her off far too quickly for Kate’s liking. She pouted and Sy smirked, “Don’t worry, next time you can finish me off. This time I want to be inside you.”

Kate’s whole body shivered at his words, not only because he took control, but because he really meant it when he said he wanted to see her again. Sy pushed her onto the bed, and faster than she had ever seen, he put the condom on. He climbed up the bed, his eyes on hers as he covered her body with his.

Gripping the base of his shaft in his hand, he slid himself over her slit. He looked at her eyes questioning. Kate nodded. “Please,” she begged.

Sy gave a short chuckle before he grew serious. His brows drew together as Kate felt the pressure of his cock slowly entering her. She felt him everywhere as she yielded to his invasion, her whole body responded, heat rushed through her as she widened her legs.

“Fuck me, Kate. You’re hotter than hell.” Sy closed his eyes as their bodies met and fully inside her, she felt him twitch. “Fuck you feel good. You take me so well.” Sy moved his hips tentatively as if he was going to cum already. “So, fuckin’ tight, so fuckin’ good.”

Kate surged, her body electrified as Sy moved with her. He leaned down over her, resting his weight on his elbows on either side of her head. He held her in his hands, pushing back the hair on her face, surprisingly tender as his thrusts increased in pace.

“Kiss me,” Sy ordered, and Kate did, wrapping her arms around his neck. She ran her hands over his shoulders and back, the rippling of his muscles sent her soaring. He kissed her back, long, and deep, exploring her mouth and she felt drugged by the overwhelming pleasure burning through her.

Soon she began to tremble, Sy’s hip brushing against her clit sent her close to the edge again. Her moans and cries as she approached were swallowed by his mouth, but he groaned along with her. His pumping grew firmer, pushing her up her bed and she braced her arms against the headboard for support.

Pulling away from his kiss she gulped air as her whole body began to contract before she felt waves of heat begin at her toes. “Fuck yeah, Kate. I wanna feel you cum on my cock.” Her release hit her like a truck as her whole body scorched with pleasure, pulsing, contracting and she shouted his name as she shattered.

When she stilled, Sy brought her legs together, turning her on her side. He leaned over her, caged her, and in her euphoric state, she ran her fingers over his forearm, rubbing her cheek against his tanned skin and coarse hair. Sweat broke out on his brow, but he didn’t stop pumping. He cupped her cheek with his hand, his thumb caressing her jaw and neck before he traced the outline of her lips.

Kate parted her lips and Sy slipped his thumb into her mouth, she sucked it softly, teeth sinking gently into his skin.

“Fuck,” Sy growled pulling out of her mouth, his movement grew rapid, deep, sloppy before he let out a guttural groan and slamming hard into Kate. She felt him thicken inside, felt every pulse of his climax as he released into her. The tendons in his neck stuck out as his body was rocked with his orgasm, he looked so erotic, so primal, so masculine, so fucking hot.

-----

Sy fell beside Kate on the bed, spent and weak a moment, all he could do was lay there panting, looking at her smiling face. Sy, grinned back at her, how could he not? She was amazing, so beautiful, sexy, and adorable. He could watch her fall apart over and over and never get bored.

He put his arms out. “Come ‘ere,” he said, and Kate shuffled over. He hummed and closed his eyes as he held her, she was so warm and soft, he couldn’t stop himself from giving her lovely ass a squeeze. She giggled, he usually found twittering girls annoying, fake and manipulative. But when she did it, it felt authentic, earthy, and sweet. He squeezed again, just to hear her laugh. He smiled as she did and she wriggled in his arms. He held her tighter.

“Sy, let me go!” she squealed, playfully trying to escape.

“Easy now, Darlin’.” Sy said cracking his eyes open. He kissed her forehead and said, “I’ll stop, but I ain’t lettin’ you go.”

Kate settled into his arms and Sy repeated softly, “I ain’t ever lettin’ you go.”

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Double Life

Summary: Charlotte has gone on a few dates with a journalist named Clark Kent and she really feels like she’s falling for him. She has noticed some odd behavior from him every once in a while, but the worst part is not knowing if he’s truly interested in her. Why won’t he make a move? Is he just taking things extremely slow? Are her feelings for him unrequited? She finds the answers to all of her questions in the most embarrassing way imaginable. 

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Clark Kent/Superman x Female Reader Charlotte

Brief mention of Bruce Wayne x Female Reader

Word Count: 5,060 

Warnings: SMUT; masturbation, voyeur, oral (f), oral (m), squirting, cum swallowing, fingering, P in V intercourse, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), dirty talk, rough sex, language.

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own. 

This story is not beta’d

A/N: This story came to me in a dream and I woke up and immediately typed the idea in my notes section of my phone. This is my very FIRST attempt at writing anything on Tumblr so all I ask is please be kind and if you love it then please comment and REPOST! Thank you for reading! 

*CHARLOTTE POV*

I woke up early Saturday morning. It seems impossible to sleep in now that I’ve become so used to being at the office by 8 am every morning. I feel a bit jittery after my date last night and am thankful for the wine that I consumed being the only reason I even was able to fall asleep. I lay in bed as my thoughts run wild. I know I should be getting out of bed and going for a run in an attempt to get rid of this pent-up energy, but glancing towards my bedroom window shows a dreary overcast day with a potential for rain. I toss and turn trying to find a comfortable position while my brain races thinking of last night. A handsome and often quiet man named Clark Kent had taken me on our fifth date. He was absolutely gorgeous, well dressed with his hair combed back, strong jaw with dimpled chin and black framed glasses. His incredible physique and handsome features are only partially what attracts me to him. His generous and mild-mannered personality and intelligence were a huge turn on. The attraction I feel for Clark is more than I ever remember feeling for a man before. My dating life since getting cheated on by my long-term high school boyfriend has been very short lived which I was fine with until now. I feel like I’ve continually held men at arm’s length, settling for a few one-night stands but nothing more in an attempt to spare my heart from more heartache. I realized after our third date that I wanted more with Clark and that he was worth the risk but I honestly am not sure how he feels about me. Yes, he’s continued to ask me on dates; taking me to dinner several times and even to a movie, yet he hasn’t made any more advances other than holding my hand and a cordial peck on the cheek. He walks me to my door after each date and ends our evening with a hug, kiss on the cheek and a goodnight. After our fourth date, I asked him if he’d like to come inside, however, he politely declined. I’m going out of my mind trying to figure out if he’s even interested but I haven’t built up the courage to ask him yet. I doubt I would even get the chance after I essentially stuck my foot in my mouth on the walk home from dinner with him last night. 

*Flashback to last night*

We walked past a storefront near my apartment that was advertising superman shirts for children and I commented how cute they were. I had noticed over the past month, that Clark was very quiet anytime I mentioned the famous Superman around him. Why couldn’t I just take the hint that he was uncomfortable?

“You know, you look an awful lot like Superman. I bet if you dressed as him for your work Halloween party, people wouldn’t be able to tell the difference in you both!” I said with a smile that quickly went away when I noticed him flinch.

Unfortunately, I didn’t stop my nervous rambling there. In my attempt to lighten the mood, I said, “I wouldn’t be surprised if it turned out that you actually are Superman! Ha ha! Do you have a secret identity you’re keeping from me, Clark?” I said with a wink. 

When I looked at Clark he seemed withdrawn and somewhat nervous. 

“No, no. I’m certainly not that interesting.” Clark quickly responded while looking at his feet as we walked into my apartment building.

“I’ve enjoyed tonight but I have to get going. I have, um… I have an early start in the morning attempting to interview people in Gotham City about the latest crime statistics.” Clark told me before I could even invite him inside. He seemed fidgety and awkward as he kept glancing anywhere but at my eyes.

“On a Saturday?” I ask and he quickly nodded while avoiding eye contact with me.

“Good journalism never takes a day off.” He said with an embarrassed smile. 

“I could possibly help. I have Bruce Wayne’s contact information if you’d like it. I’m sure he could be an interesting person to interview for your article.”

“You do? Why? I mean, how do you know him?” He responded with an arched eyebrow as he finally made eye contact with me for the first time in the past few minutes.

“Well, almost two months ago I met him at a charity gala for the Children’s hospital. He came over and spoke to me for a bit before he asked me on a date. It was the day after you asked me if I would go to dinner with you so I politely turned him down. He gave me his business card in case I changed my mind.” I responded quickly. Why does this feel so awkward? I didn’t do anything wrong but I still feel like he’s disappointed.

“I’m sure it’s on my desk in the apartment, if you’d like to come inside?” I ask as a last stitch effort to see if I had completely ruined this date.

“No, no that’s not necessary…Thank you, I appreciate the offer though. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” Clark asked with his typical kiss on the cheek. 

“Oh…okay. Goodnight Clark.”

“Goodnight Charlotte.” He responded before turning and beelining for the exit. 

“Way to go, Char. Could you be any more of a dumbass?” I quietly said to myself as I closed my apartment door and went to get ready for bed.

*Present Day*

As I continue to lay in bed I begin thinking about Clark and think about how large and strong his hand was as he cradled my small one in his while we walked to the restaurant. The veins in his muscular arms, and his strong, sharp jaw. My arousal begins to dampen my panties which I quickly remove and lay back in only my white tank top. Guess this will be the only sexual relief I will be getting for a long time. I thought to myself as I reach for the vibrator in my nightstand and begin pleasuring myself. After only a few minutes, I have kicked off my covers as my body begins to glisten with perspiration, and begin pleading for my orgasm to arrive. My eyes clamped shut, I imagine Clark’s large, strong chest against my own, his arms on either side of my head as he pumps what I can only imagine is a perfect and large cock into my warmth. I imagine his beautiful blue eyes staring into my own as he presses kisses to my body and sucks on my neck.

“Clark! Please, please, please, Clark! Ugh! I need you!” I say verbally as I continue to spur myself on in this filthy fantasy. 

CLARK POV:

Across town I am scrambling some eggs on the stove as I think about last night. Had Charlotte actually figured out my secret? Something the rest of the world seemed oblivious too? Or was she just joking and truly unaware? I had to deny it even though she was absolutely correct. I cringed as I began thinking about Bruce hitting on her. It’s not shocking since she’s possibly the most naturally stunning, intelligent, and interesting woman I have ever met. I believe I made it clear with him on the phone after I came home last night to stay away from my girl. I know she’s not technically mine, or a possession to own, but I have more claim to her heart than Bruce and I won’t allow him to interfere. Before I even realize it, I have squeezed a hand shaped imprint around the flimsy handle of the pan I was using.

“Damnit!” I mutter to myself.

I feel like Charlotte is getting impatient with me. It’s obvious that she wants more but how do I handle a relationship with someone I can’t be fully honest with. I want to tell her, I want her to fully know me but I feel like I can’t. I think back to how Lois was used essentially as bait when we were dating. The paranoia and pressure of being Superman’s personal kryptonite and obvious weakness was too much for both of us. Now, she was happily engaged to an engineer in the city. I’m delighted for her, she deserves true happiness yet I wonder if I’ll ever get to experience the same. I couldn’t stop myself from asking Charlotte on a date. The moment I saw her walking into the office next to me, I was lovestruck. Her long blonde hair, tight but professional dress with heels and most importantly crystal blue eyes. She was independent and driven as the head of marketing for her department. Yet, she still had this kindness about her as I watched her enter her building and the front desk guard hug her while thanking her for the toys she had sent home for his young children. She smiled genuinely and made him promise to bring his wife and children for a visit soon. God how I wanted every bit of her. I wanted her body, her mind, her future. The fourth time I saw her, I couldn’t help myself as I made my way towards her and “accidentally” bumped into her. We began a conversation and I was hooked. Before I could even think about the potential consequences, I was asking her to dinner. My cock ached as I thought about her in the shower last night after our date. Hell, I may be an alien but I still have sexual urges. She smelled and looked so beautiful. I could imagine her breasts pressed against my body. I daydreamt about the softness of her lips and the sounds she might make as I slowly took her apart. It has been almost impossible to turn down her invitations to join her in her apartment. I haven’t even allowed myself to kiss her because I’m scared to go any further and get more attached only to have her walk away if she finds out my secret. Was this self-preservation or just stupidity? I’m jolted out of my thoughts as I hear her voice louder than all the others noises going on around me thanks to my super hearing. I listen carefully as I hear her calling my name.

“Clark! Please, please, please, Clark! I need you!” 

I hear her whine and she sounds as if she is out of breath. Without thinking I jump into my Superman suit and bolt out of the window straight into the sky headed towards Charlotte’s apartment. As I get closer, I can hear her whimper along with her accelerated heartrate and I panic thinking she’s in trouble. I reach her unlocked window and slide it open before flying in. Her apartment smells just like her, floral and clean. I focus on her heartbeat and the quiet buzzing sound that I originally thought was coming from the apartment below hers. As soon as I open the door I smell her arousal at the same moment I watch her reach her climax with her eyes clamped shut. 

“Yes, baby!” She cries out. Her legs are parted as she holds a small purple vibrator against her clit and I can see and smell how turned on she is as her pussy glistens with her want. Her breasts are barely contained in a thin white tank top as they heave up and down while she breathes through her orgasm.

Fuck! I’m such a pervert. I need to get out of here before she sees me!

I can’t help but stare at her as she’s laying there twitching from her euphoria. I reach for the door to carefully close it before I realize I wasn’t quick enough.

“Oh my god!” She shouts as she pulls the covers over her body to cover her modesty. Her face blushing profusely as she stares at me.

I back up quickly with my hands in front of me until my back hits her hallway wall. “I’m so sorry. I heard you calling for me and I thought you were in pain. I swear I didn’t mean to walk in on you!” I blurt out quickly not even realizing my own mistake. Charlotte just stares at me with a shocked and bewildered look on her face.

“I’ll go, truly I’m so sorry about this, Ma’am.” I say with my eyes directed at the floor as I pray my rock-hard erection isn’t as obvious as it feels in my form fitting suit. Right as I turn to run back towards the window I hear her again.

“Wait! Please wait!”

Her eyes are wide as she slowly begins to smirk as I turn back around to face her, my eyes still drawn to the floor.

“I didn’t call out for Superman. I called out for Clark.” She says and I glance up at her with wide eyes as saucers as I realize that I had just outed my own secret. My cheeks blush and I can’t put together a single thought to respond to what she just said.

We stare at each other for what feels like minutes even though it’s only just a few seconds.

“I knew I was onto something. You’re always MIA around when Superman is on the news fighting crime, and you stiffen up anytime I mention him. You also had to leave early because of a “family emergency” on our third date but seemed confused later when I asked you if everything with your family was okay. That was the same night that serial killer was brought to the police station by Superman in Gotham. I…I hope you know that I won’t ever tell anyone, Clark. I thought you knew that you could trust me.” She says and I step towards her while remaining a safe distance.

“I’m…I’m so sorry, Charlotte. I didn’t mean to lie to you. I do trust you but I’ve had to keep this secret my entire life. I was scared at how easily you caught on. I always knew you were intelligent but I was hoping I could still keep you off of the scent of my deception.” 

“It was really just a theory, but obviously this is my confirmation. Since I’m already more than embarrassed after what you just saw, I guess I really have nothing to lose if I just go ahead and ask you.”

“I’m listening.” I say as I hear her heartrate begin to increase steadily.

“Is this why you’ve held back from me? Or are you even interested in dating me? I’m absolutely fine with taking things slow if that’s what you want. I can’t help my old insecurities that make me wonder if you’re even attracted to me and are serious about taking things further with us.” She says with the sweetest innocence and I can’t help but walk towards her and reach out to stroke her cheek. She pulls for me to sit down beside her and I can’t resist.

“I am absolutely interested in dating you, sweetheart. If you only knew how infatuated I am with you, it might frighten you. You are my dream girl, the one I think about each night, and the one person I feel like truly sees to my soul, even when you only knew half of my identity. I see a future for us, Charlotte, which is why I was scared. I was scared that you would run if you found out who I am. I was scared you then might only be interested in me because I’m Superman. Simple Clark just can’t compete with all of the Superman fanfare. What scares me the most is that you could be used as a pawn by dangerous people. I can’t fathom putting you in harm's way. People could come after me and find you to use against me. Being Superman ruined my last and only real relationship so I guess I felt that if I kept ours in limbo, I could still have the time I crave with you while also not losing you. I was afraid to let you in because of my own fears. It has absolutely nothing to do with you. I can’t even begin to tell you how hard it was to not kiss you during our dates or come into your apartment when you invited me. I’m so sorry if I made you feel anything other than absolutely adored. I’m out of my element and have no idea what I’m doing.” Clark says the last part with an embarrassed chuckle.

“Clark, I understand your fears and your sense of self-preservation. I do it too. I often feel like I’ve built the walls around my heart too high in order to protect myself from heartache but each moment I’ve spent with you seems to lower them. I see a potential future with you too which is terrifying and exhilarating all at once because I don’t want to be heartbroken again. I guess what I’m trying to say is that you are worth the risk.  I’m not afraid of you, or being with you. I’m not going anywhere. I want you in any and every form and I won’t run away. You are the only person that has made me feel alive again in years.”

Clark smiles triumphantly before leaning down and kissing Charlotte passionately. After kissing her for several minutes, she slowly pulls back to catch her breath.

“So, you’ve seen mine… When do I get to see yours? Fair is fair.” Charlotte looks up at me sultrily as she runs her hands up and down my arms.

“Are you certain that is what you want?” I smirk as I arch my eyebrow at her.

She nods as she sits up on her knees and drops the blanket that was covering her body only clad in a thin white tank top. 

“Only if you want too.” She seductively bites her lip as she trails her fingers down my torso and gently cups my bulge that is swelling indecently against my tight suit. 

“Holy shit!” She murmurs quietly as she presses against my engorged erection and I can’t help but chuckle.

Before I even think I’m unzipping and tugging my suit off of my body at super speed before leaning over her and ripping her tank top from her torso. She squeals in excitement as I lean over her pressing our hot naked bodies against each other while pulling her into a zealous kiss.  

“You don’t know how long I’ve fantasized about having you like this, Lottie. I’ve wanted you to be mine from the moment I saw you.” I say as I touch all over her beautiful body.

“Ditto, which you obviously know since you got a front row seat to my indecent fantasies about you.” She says with a little giggle as I begin kissing down her torso after having already sucked on her pert breasts.

I make my way down her body as I become face to face with her hot, dripping core. I smell the sweet arousal coming from her and when I look up at her for permission she quickly nods as she reaches to caress my cheek. I smirk at her before I begin feasting on her sweet petals and sucking on her clit. 

“Oh my god, Clark!” She almost yells while her hands tug against my hair as she begins gyrating her hips to increase the pleasure she is receiving from my mouth. I continue for a few minutes as I feel her begin to stiffen from her orgasm. I continue to lick her gently through her orgasm but decide that I’m not finished with her yet. I want to give her an orgasm so earth shattering that she squirts her arousal all over my face. She shouts as I shove my finger into her opening, quickly followed by a second one. I curl my fingers and search for her g-spot. 

I know quickly that I’ve found it when her back arches off of the bed and she yells, “Fuck! Clark! Right there!” 

I begin shoving my fingers against the soft spongey spot while my tongue continues to flick over her clit. 

“I think I’m gonna… oh shit Clark! This feels different! Oh my god!” She squeals as her body arches off of the bed and she begins to squirt. The sounds of her squelching and dripping are lewd as I continue to work her through it. Her body almost convulses around my assault and I preen at her filthy moans. I am doing everything to keep from blowing my load on her bed. I watch as Charlotte’s whole body quickly becomes jelly-like as her muscles relax and I lightly kiss her thighs. 

“That was beautiful, baby.” I say as I press small kisses on her hips and abdomen.

“Did I? Oh my god, Clark. Did I just squirt?” She asks as her cheeks are beet red.

“You sure did baby. Soaked my face and almost made me blow my load. Did it feel good?”

“Yes, but I’m so embarrassed. I’m so sor...” She began to say before I quickly cut her off with a kiss. 

“Don’t you ever apologize for that sweetheart. That was a pure masterpiece and I hope I’ll get you to do it again at some point. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on.” I admit before kissing her again.

“Now it’s your turn.” She smiles as she attempts to push me to the bed. It’s like a kitten trying to push a lion over which makes me grin before I quickly concede and lay on my back. 

“Babygirl, you don’t have too. I’m just happy to give you pleasure.” I tell her.

“Oh no, Mr. Kent. I’m not missing an opportunity to taste you.” Charlotte says as she begins moving down my body. I can barely lay still once she reaches my manhood and I feel her warm breath where I need her most. I groan as I take in the sight of her tiny hand wrapping around my girth as she begins to kitten lick along my length. I groan as she looks at me doe eyed before she takes me in her mouth. She has the mouth of a goddess and I’m already close before she even adds her tiny hand to pump what wouldn’t fit. I reach down and grab her long beautiful hair into a makeshift ponytail so I can watch her. I feel her tiny hand begin pulsing around my balls and groan loudly. I can’t help myself as I watch her steady herself before taking my entire length to her throat. She gags as her nose reaches my skin and she slightly pulls off before doing it again. Saliva is dripping from her chin as she continues working my cock.

“Babygirl, I’m gonna cum. You need to...fuck… stop if you don’t want it in your mouth.” 

She moans around my length as she doubles her effort and the vibrations feel heavenly. That’s all it took for me to reach my high and explode down her throat.

My body shivers in aftershocks due to the oversensitivity as Y/N continues to suck around the head of my cock and massage my balls. I look down and see that she’s swallowed everything and is smiling brightly at me. I reach down and pull her up my body as I immediately begin kissing her breathless. 

“Darling, that was incredible. Thank you.” I smile at her before I kiss down her neck. 

*CHARLOTTE POV*

My mind is empty of every thought due to the alarm bells and “OMG THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING” screaming repeatedly in my head. I’m trying my best to play it off, but my fantasy is coming true and it’s even better than I ever could have imagined. Clark is not only the best kisser I’ve ever experienced, but he has the body of a Greek God. Well, in this case, he has a body of a superhero. I’ve been doing my best not to sound needy but heavens, I need him inside of me.

“Clark” I say as he continues to press gentle kisses behind my ear and the column of my neck.

“Yes angel?” 

“Please tell me I don’t have to wait long for you to be inside of me. I need you.”

He smirks above me as I feel his rigid cock against my abdomen. It didn’t go soft after his orgasm. “You want me right now?” I nod enthusiastically. 

“Spread your legs for me sweetheart. Take what you want.” Clark says huskily in my ear. For a man who seemed so reserved and shy, he has all of the confidence in the world when it comes to the bedroom. As he should!

I smile wildly as his chest vibrates against my own with a low growl as I reach his hard length and pump him a few times against my slick before pressing him to my entrance.

“Oh my god!”

“Shit!” 

We both speak simultaneously as he seats himself fully inside of me. It feels like he is reaching my lungs as he gives me a moment to adjust around his ginormous cock.

“God, Clark! You’re huge!” 

“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” Clark frets even though he hasn’t moved inside of me.

“Fuck no!” I respond almost breathlessly as I wrap my hands around his biceps tightly. 

“I’ve just never been with someone as big as you. I’m okay. You can move now.”

Clark carefully pulls almost completely out of me before gently sliding all the way back in. 

“Baby girl, you are so tight and warm. You feel incredible.” He says as he starts building up a gentle rhythm. 

“You won’t break me, baby. You can go harder.” 

“I could if I’m not careful, Sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I will tell you if it starts to hurt, I swear. Relax, baby.” I say before kissing him enthusiastically. He reaches and cups my tits in his hands, massaging them gently.

Clark watches me carefully before taking a breath and slamming into me roughly. His pubic bone slamming into my clit making me shriek with the sensation.

“How’s that for harder?” He whispers.

“Oh, fuck yes, baby! Just like that! You feel so good inside of me.” I whine as my hands scratch down his back without even making a mark on his strong impenetrable skin.

“That’s right, sweet girl. I can tell you’re close. Come all over my cock. Squeeze me.” He says as my body begins milking him. 

“CLARK!” I shout.

“Call me Kal, baby. When I’m balls deep inside this sweet pussy, I want you to call me Kal.” He says with the most shit eating grin while never slowing his pace.

“Oh my god, Kal!” I moan just before my eyes roll back and I instantly come all over him.

“Fuck yes, this is the tightest little pussy in the world. So beautiful and wet and snug around me.” He grunts as he continues to slam into me. Before I realize it, he’s sitting me up in his lap so that our chests are against each other and my legs are wrapped around his waist. Clark grabs the back of my neck to press himself even closer to me as I brace my hands on his shoulders. 

“Just when I thought you couldn’t possibly become more beautiful….” Clark whispers into my ear as he grabs my ass to help me move on top of him.

“Watching your gorgeous body tremble in ecstasy is the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen, Angel.”

Clark plants his feet against the floor and begins wildly thrusting as I rotate my hips in his lap. His hands are most likely leaving bruises on my hips but I don’t even care.

“I want you to come inside of me, baby. I need to feel you fill me up. I’m on the pill. Please?” I speak against his ear between his heavy thrusts into me and clench down on him at his responding moan. What has gotten into me? I’ve never let a man come inside of me. This isn’t just any man though, and I am absolutely feral for him.

“Only if you come with me.” He grunts.

“I can’t… it’s too much.” I tell him as my body shakes against him.

“Yes, you can, baby.” He reaches between us and presses his thumb on my clit. I cry out from overstimulation but realize I’m almost there.

“Kal, right there! I’m so close!”

“Come baby. Soak me.” He says as he continues to pleasure me and a moment later I have the most blinding orgasm of my life. I swear that I feel like I am floating as I hear Clark grunt and release a deep baritone moan as his warm come coats my inner walls. My body is shaking with tingles to all of my extremities as I am encased in pure bliss. When I finally somewhat come to, I realize I wasn’t just floating from my orgasm, Clark and I were actually floating above my bed. Clark’s head is resting on the junction of my neck and shoulder when I quickly press closer to him and wrap my arms around his neck to keep from falling.

Clark chuckles as he gently sets us down on the bed. “I guess you would’ve found out my secret eventually. I just came so hard that I literally levitated.” 

I giggle and press my lips to his. “I didn’t freak you out, did I?”

“Not at all. I think it’s really cool that you are Superman, Kal;” I say as I stroke a curl that has fallen onto his forehead. “but the man that I have been falling in love with is Clark. He is all I need. The rest is just a bonus. If you’ll have me of course.”

Clark rests his forehead against my own as he gives me the most panty dropping smile. “You don’t know how much that means to me, sweetheart. Will you be my girl?”

“I would love nothing more.” I respond with a sweet kiss. The rest of the weekend is spent wrapped in each other.

[mattmurdock42]

Henry Cavill X Female reader

Professor Cavill

Pov: Professor Cavill and student

+- 3.3k

You studied economics at Oxford. You were really fond of what you studied. However, you really liked to sneak into literature classes. It relaxed your head from all the terms and counts of your area.

It was a cold and raining friday, you had got out of your Companies´s class and were exausted, you hated three hours followed from the same class, with no little breaks. As it was 11:30, you went to take something to eat and went to a walk, suddenly, you remember that there was going to be a Shakespeare lecture at 12:30, so, you decided to go, to relax your brain a little, before having more classes in the afternoon. You have missed the first lecture, but you didn´t mind, you liked to hear things about writers. You got there and took a seat at the corner, waiting for the professor to arrive. While you were watching, you couldn´t decide what was catching more your attention, the lecture itself, or the hot, tall, beffy guy who was giving it. It ended at 13:30, you had 15 more minutes until your class started. Everybody was getting out of the class, but you were one of the last ones to go, because you kept watching the hot professor. As you got up to go, you bumps into someone, feeling hot coffe all over your sweater.

Y/N: Fuck!

Henry: i´m so sorry, are you ok?

Y/N: yes, it´s ok.

You say that as you take it off, staying only with you thermal blouse and a daredevil´s shirt. As you look to see who it was, you saw the familiar face who was giving the lecture.

Henry: I am really sorry,now you´re going to be cold.

Y/N: there is no problem, mister...?

Hernry: Cavill, Henry Cavill. And what is your name, miss?

Y/N: N, Y/N

Henry: well, sorry again, miss N.

Y/N: not a problem.

You say it smiling, as you head to a little walk before joining your next class: Holdings. In the end, you were going to the bathroom before your next one, when, you unexpectedly sees Mr. Cavill headind to you, holding something.

Henry: Hello, miss N.

Y/N: hi!

Henry: i wanted to give you this ( he hands you a dark blue sweater). i was feeling bad for you being cold because of me. So this is a reserve sweater that i keep. You can give me back anytime.

Y/N: you don´t need to.

Henry: it´s the least i can do.

You accepts it.

Y/N: thank you, then.

Henry: one more thing, miss. I searched your name on my students essays, so i could knew where to find you to give the sweater, but i didn´t find your name, so i searched on the system and i discovered that you are not from the language departament, nor the classics or the history one. You weren´t supposed to be attending my lecture. Be more carefull the next time.

He says it with a cute smile. You nod as he leaves. You go to the bathroom and put the sweater. It was to big for you, his shoulders were double yours. You folded the sleeves and put the bottom inside your trousers, with just a little out.

At the end of the day, you went to his office to give it back to him.

Henry: do you have any coat to replace it? there is almost a blizzard outside, you can give it back to me next monday.

So, you went home with his sweater. As soon as you arrived you washed it and set it close to your bag, so you wouldn´t forget it.

Monday arrived, your lectures were finished, so you headed to his office. You knocked, no answer, so you went to look for him somewhere else. You found him giving the third part of the lecture about Shakespeare, so you decided to stay and watch it, you´d give the sweater back to him in the end. The moment he saw you, he couldn´t contain a little grin. The lecture ended and you went to him.

Y/N: here, sir, thank you for lending me the other day.

Henry: my pleasure. So, did you enjoy the lecture, Buffett lady?

You chuckled about the nickname.

Y/N: yes, it was really amousing, it is nice to learn more about literature. But i didn´t catch the first class and the first part of this one, so i am not completaly involved with it.

Henry: tell me, why do you watch this kind of classes, if you study economics?

Y/N: it is like a hobby,i am usually tired after my lectures, so sometimes i watch this classes to distract my mind, to take it out of Holdings, Founds and this things, plus, i really enjoy it. So i got used to it.

Henry: do you like sheakspeare? Since you attended two of this classes?

Y/N: actually, it wasn´t intentional to watch it about the same author. However, yes, i like sheakspeare, but i´ve only read six of his plays.

Henry: that´s a lot. Which one is your favorite.

Y/N: i know it´s an ordinary opinion, but Hamlet. The exitencialism in that play seems to scream, and the relationship between Hamlet and his best friend was captivating.

He smiles, noticing you knew some things about literature too.

The time passed, and you always attended some of his classes. You two passed through Tolstoy, Dickens, Shelley, Poe, Byron, and much more. One day, he asks if you´d like to have coffe with him. You said yes, of course, you weren´t stupid to deny a coffe with those sparkling blue eyes looking at you.

The day come and you two met at the Monmouth. You sat at a corner table and the conversation starts. He asked you about your classes, saying how he didn´t have head for those kind of things. You asked him about his job and friends, receiveing the information that he´s being teaching for nine years, and was the youngest of the teachers, with the second being ten years older then him. After the coffe, at the door, you hugged him and went to your house. There, you couldn´t stop thinking about him, his teeths, his polished cheekbones, his body well builded (it was obvious that he spent more than a few hours in the gym), his fluffy hair, everything. The next time you attended one of his classes, he asks you out on a real date. You agreed, as you couldn´t stop your mind of having sick thoughts.

The date would be at the Berner´s Tavern.He picked you up at 19 oclock. You had the most amazing dinner ever. In the end, when he left you at your apartament, he looked at you, and you understood the question. The answer was a soft kiss on his lips. He grinned at you and said good bye. The next week, you were the one who asked him out, picking him at his house. You went to another place this time. Again the dinner was great. As you left him at his house, you gave him a more passionate kiss, putting your hands behind his neck, and him putting his, gently, around your waist, afraid of that gesture being to much.

Dates and more dates passed, the kisses evolving until a burning one, with tongues dancing and hands on dangerous places. One day, after a class about French authors, he envited you for dinner at his house, you said yes. Actually you were a little scared, you never wen´t to a boys house before. As you got there, he invited you to come in and you went to the kitchen, the table as settled, he sat you and went to take the food, he made grilled chiken with rice, and for salad, carot with cucumber.

Henry: sorry if it is to simple, but that´s what you always order, so, this are the only foods i know you ate.

You blushed, noticing he repared at your food. You said it was amazing, the taste was explandit, and the food was not simple, but more than you could ask.

After dinner you went to the couch, to watch a movie. In the middle, you made a risk movement; you put your hand on his thigh, going up and down soflty. He notices, he gets your chin and turns your face to him, your eyebrows move. He understands and asks

Henry: are you sure?

Y/N: yes, it´s been so many dates since i was waiting for this.

He smiles and lifts you, placing you on his lap, each thigh at one side of his hips.

Henry: i´ve been waiting too, i couldn´t stop thinking about you since the day we met. When i got your eyes, furious and at the same time worried and apologetic about the coffe,my mind couldn´t do anything else besides thinking about that moment. But when you told me about Hamlet, then i knew i had fallen in love with you.

You blush, hidding your face on his chest, with your hands on it.

Henry: you are so cute when you blush! Do not hide your face.

You hugh him. Then, you look at his face.

Y/N: do not say those things in this kind of moments, it makes me shy. And i don´t want to be shy now.

Henry: noted.

You kiss him hard, putting your hands on his hair and pulling it. He put his hands on your waist and slide down to your ass, grabbing it strongly. You buckle your hips and he lifts you, you intertwining your legs around his waist. He takes you to his bedroom and lay you down on the bed. He goes on top of you, and you put your hands on his chest. He starts to go down to your thighs.

Y/N: take of your shirt.

He obeys.

Henry: take of yours.

You blush, slowly grabbing the bottom of your shirt. You take it of and try to cover yourself with your hands.

Henry: why are you covering yourself?

Y/N: this is the first time i stay only in a bra in front of a man.

Henry look at you confused.

Y/N: Henry, i´m a virgin.

He stopped imediatly. He looked at you with wide open eyes.

Henry: why didn´t you tell me? Are you ok? Was anything to much?

Y/N: yes, it´s ok. i´m just a little nervous.

Henry: you are so beautiful and intelligent, i can´t believe no one never showed interest in you.

Y/N: some did, but i never really liked then.

Henry: wow, it´s too much pressure now.

He says nervously smiling.

Y/N: it´s okay, just keep going.

Henry: if you let me, i can guide you.

Y/N: that would be nice, just, be gentle, please.

Henry: of course

He goes down the bed while you were still laying, he starts to kiss your thighs, then your inner thighs.

Henry: i´m gonna take of your panties now. Ok?

You nod.

Henry: now, if you don´t like anything, tell me.

He massages your vulva carefully, opening it to start to stimulate your clit. He notices a moan coming out of your lips and he smiles. He keeps doing it for a while, then he increases the pressure on it and put a finger inside of you. You moan heavily, he doesn´t stop. He puts another finger inside, knowing you could take it. He starts doing the movements of come and go with his fingers and you start to twitch. You feel something pass through your body, you could not control your moans.

Henry: that´s okay, Buffett, be as loud as you want.

He says when he sees you trying to contain your moans. Suddenly, it gets to intense and you cum.

Henry: did you not like anything, something i could do better?

You looke at him smiling.

Y/N: you are a god, mister. I only have one complain.

He looked at you seriously, intending to get what you didn´t like.

Y/N: i didn´t feel your cock.

He looked at you surprided. He wasn´t expecting that.

Henry: are you sure? i think it´s to soon.

Y/N: please, i wanna know how does it feel. I know in the begging hurts a little, but i wanna try.

He lowered his head.

Henry: as you wish.

He took of his pants, his cock was a little bigger then most of others. A little more thicker and longer. He opened your legs and put then over your head. He took a condom and put on his dick already hard. He massaged it a little and then asked.

Henry: you are already really wet, and the condom already has lubricant, but if you want more, let me know. I´m gonna put it now, ok?

You nod. You feel his dick gently coming, in and out, just a little part of it. Then, it went deeper. His eyes never leaving your face, to see if you were hurt or not. It was not confortable, but you could take it. After a while, you hear him moan, low, almost inaudible.

He leans over you, and you scratch his back , feeling him get even harder. Then, he cums. He lays on your side.

Henry: are you ok?

Y/N: yes, it was nice.

You say as you massage his scalp, thinking about the first orgasm you had in your life.

Y/N: we should do this more times.

Henry: i agree.

He says with a chuckle.

The next week, you two were even closer; him going to your building to give you his sweaters, so it would smell like you. And you going to his house, to have sex and judge his bookshelfs. He loved to hear your opinion, good or bad, about his books. You always teasing him to let you know who would be the next author he would teach, and him never letting it. He would always say how smart you are, when seeing you studying your field, thinking how smart his grilfriend was.

[witchersmistress]

Forbbiden Fruit- Ann's POV

This version wouldnt not stop swimming around in my head so here it is. @livesinfantasyland here is what you were thinking

Trigger warning: public sex, alcohol, a small act of violence. Ire that is going to be directed at me from the real Ann, highly likely

word count: 2.9K

Ann’s POV

I hated political events, especially ones like these. I'd be glued to Julian'side all night. We rode in silence to the event. He was engrossed by his phone and ignoring me as usual. I could not stop thinking about that tall dark stranger whose bed I was in so many nights ago. My toes involuntarily curled at the memory of the earth shattering orgasms  that man gave me. He probably has permanent nail marks in his scalp, as I clawed at his head while I rode his face. I could feel a blush making my way up my cheeks, pressing my warm cheek to the glass as I looked out the window. We pulled up to the venue and got out.

Julian escorted me inside, we stopped for pictures and to greet people but I couldn't care less. I'd rather be at home curled up in comfy pjs and watching the Witcher, because have you not seen Henry Cavill 🥵

Snapping drew me back to reality. Julian was snapping his fingers in my face. “ Excuse us for a moment, she isn't feeling well” he yanked me towards him and over to an empty corner, pushing my back into the wall and pinning my wrist to my chest, they would definitely be bruised. “What the fuck do you think you are doing? You embarrassed me, in front of those people, because you couldn't stop day dreaming like a damn child for two minutes?! I ripped my arm out of his grasp and shoved him away. “ You cannot talk to me that way..” he grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him, his soulless eyes boring into mine “ That is where you are wrong. I. OWN. YOU. From the moment your father signed the contract agreeing to our marriage, I've owned you. You are mine to own, fuck, pimp and whore you out as I see fit. You no longer have any control over your life. So here is what you are going to do Anneliese. You are going to stay silent and listen, open those pretty legs when I tell you to and give me a son. After that I’ll decide if it is worth keeping you around if you are going to cause this much trouble '' I could feel the tears pricking at the back of my eyelids but I refused to let them fall. He kissed me angrily and I bit him. “You little bitch” he hissed when he pulled back and wiped away the blood. “ You’ll pay for that, you stupid girl marked my words and he stormed away.

I could taste the copper on my tongue and it was making my stomach churn. I ran to the closet bathroom and heaved till nothing was left. Sinking to the floor, I fished for my clutch with a shaking hand and grabbed my phone, I sent a text off and a few minutes later, the door pushed open and shut with a click of the lock “ Ann? Where are you?” a soft feminine voice call, pushing open the stall door to reveal my mother, she was a short woman. Long black dress, simple diamond bracelet and a stylish updo. “ Mija” she came over and cradled me in her arms. I refused to cry. She held me for a few moments before standing and bringing me to my feet with her, she fussed with my dress “ Come mija, show him you are not a woman easily broken.” looking in the mirror to check my appearance, we made our way down the stairs and into the ballroom, to where my father was waiting. My father looked up in our direction as my mother approached him  “ Ahh there she is, my pride and joy, besides my darling wife,”  he placed a quick kiss on her cheek as she approached his side “ Director Sloane, Agent Walker, i’d like you to meet my only daughter” they turned to face me and my heart dropped into my vagina. It was him, the dark haired devil I was in bed with, God I'd forgotten how breathtaking he was. Tall with dark hair, cerulean blue eyes, strong jawline covered in scruff and a sleek mustache. His eyes light up with amusement. Extending out a hand to the woman to his right then himself. He raised my knuckles to his mouth and kissed them “ It's a pleasure to meet you” he released my hand and excused himself, his eyes sparkled with mischief as he walked away. I watch him make his way to the bar and then down a hallway. Excusing myself, I followed after him.

“What are you doing Ann?” I scolded myself as I made my way down the hall searching for him “Chasing after a dangerous man” I laughed to myself. Still mumbling to myself “ of course the man i choose to sleep with hand to be the world's most..'' I felt a strong arm reach out and snatch me, pinning me and covering my mouth as I let out a yelp. Bergamot and a blend of honey and brown sugar from the whiskey that is on his lips. It was him. He tested the door before pushing us inside. As the door shut with a soft click and he turned on the light I spun on my heels to look at him.

His cerulean blue eyes focused on me. He looked so calm and collected, I couldn't decide if I wanted to slap him across the face or kiss him like it would be the last time I'd ever see him again. I approached him and went with a gut reaction, slapping him across the face, the slap echoing off the walls. “ How dare you think you can follow me..” he grabbed my face and began to kiss me, i tried to fight him off but i was losing every second, i gave in to the kiss and began to fight him another way. Sucking his lower lip into my mouth I bit down on it. Releasing it with a satisfied smirk, i went to go do it again but he dragged his lips away from mine, placing a kiss on my forehead “ I did not follow you, i didn't know anything about you, except how good you ride my cock and scream my name as you come undone, it’s a beautiful thing to watch” he said with a smirk.

 I could feel the heat in my cheeks making its way down my neck and into my chest, as I shoved at him with all my strength but it was like pushing a brick wall. I got nowhere fast. “ You cannot ever do that again'' i hissed at him, i half expected a smart ass remark, but he just looked at me with a wicked grin, pinning my against the wall  and began bringing up layers of my tulle skirt “ August, we cannot have sex again, i have a fiance, albeit an arranged marriage, but i just can't. It was a one time thing” this was a losing battle, my false bravado was slipping but i was willing to die on this hill" “ I don't even want to have sex with you again” i babbled on as he continued on his mission. 

I felt his rough touch against my panties. Goddammit, why did I have to wear the matching lingerie for this dress?!?! He slipped a finger inside me. We both knew what he had found, the truth to my lies. He found me soaking wet and dripping for him, from the moment my father called me over to introduce us. A shiver ran through my body as he moved his finger around my wet channel. “ Tsk tsk tsk little mouse” he clicked at me as he removed his finger that was glistening with my juices “ I think that you are a liar” he stuck his finger in his mouth as he began to lick it clean and released it with a pop.

“ Fuckkk, you taste just like i remember, fucking nirvana” dropping to his knees, he holds the bunch of my tulle skirt and hands it to me “ Here hold this for me” grabbing the skirts with a shaking hand, i watched as he slid off my panties and pocketed them. Grabbing my left leg he draped it over his shoulder so my pussy was wide open to him. “ You better be a quiet little mouse, so that no one can hear you” I glared at him so hard that bullets could pass through his head with ease. He flicked his tongue out to lick my pulsating clit. I  grabbed a handful of his hair trying to get him to stop but it was fruitless.

He nips at my thighs and labia, squeaking as he nips at the tender flesh. I pulled back and locked eyes with him, his eyes dark with lust “What do you want Walker'' i spat at him, as he continued to nipping at my thigh again and pushing two fingers into my weeping cunt, and began to pump them in and out of her as he  spoke '' I want you to beg me Ann, to eat you, to devour you, soul and all. Letting you walk out of this room like you just didnt get fucked by the most dangerous man in the room” he picked up his pace,  adding pressure to my clit with his thumb rubbing it in tight circles, letting my  head fall back against the wall, wanton moans falling from my lips not bothering to try and conceal them “August” i beg breathlessly as i tug on his hair “ Please, please, devour me” “Don't mind if i do” he said as he buries his face in my aching pussy.

A dark chuckle skitters across my core, and I’m ashamed of how my body responds. My hips curve towards his mouth without permission, seeking what it needs. His tongue dives into my pussy, licking inside of me with ravenous strokes. A cry leaves my lips, breathless and embarrassingly loud. The pressure builds as he finally does what I’ve been silently begging for. His tongue swirls up to my clit with the perfect amount of pressure, paying special attention to the abused bud before dipping lower again and spearing the muscle inside of my pussy. Cries of pleasure echo throughout the room.  I don’t want him to hear what he’s doing to me, but I can’t seem to contain myself either. I just lose myself. To him and the thrashing of his tongue on my clit. It’s impossible to resist as the coil deep in my stomach curls painfully tight. I can’t stop him from sucking my clit into his mouth any more than I can control the orgasm from reaching its peak. I suck in a sharp breath, a strangled cry escaping as my body falls over the edge. He plunges two fingers inside me just as I do, and the bliss is catastrophic. I no longer care to hold back the sharp screams, nor do I stop my thighs from clamping his head firmly between them. He continues to nibble and suck pussy as I come down from my high.

Slowly opening my thighs to let him escape. He lowered my leg off his shoulder with a kiss to my thigh. He rose to his full height and adjusted my skirts so I was covered. I was struggling to breathe let alone think of the consequences of my actions as he grabbed me by the neck and dragged me to him for a passionate kiss. I can taste a hint of whiskey and the taste of me on his lips and it is intoxicating. Fisting his dress shirt in my hands as I attempted to  undress him. He pulled away and rested his forehead against mine. Reaching into his pocket he fished out my panties and kneeled helping me back into them, he then turned me to the door and pointed “ Go I’ll be 10 minutes behind you” nodding quietly, I slipped out the door and down the hall back towards the party.

Making my way back out into the crowd I heard my father yell my name “ Ann my darling girl” I turned and made my way towards him. He was conversing with a group of men, including father in law and the Ambassador. Reaching my father's side, he tucked me into his arm and placed a kiss on my head. My father in law was eyeing me up and down when the band began to play. “Daddy” I said. He looked over at me “ Yes my darling girl?” I suggested going to the dance floor. “Would you like to dance with me?” He smiled at me. “ Excuse me gentlemen, but my daughter would like to dance.” He stepped away and swept me out onto the dance floor. We danced in silence for a few moments before he said “I'm so proud of you, for the young woman you've become” . I smiled softly at him. He took a deep breath and spun us around. My eyes landed on August, relief flashed in his eyes as he looked me up and down before making his way to his boss. “ Sweetheart” my dad drew me back to reality. He was smiling but it did reach his eyes “Qué pasa papá?” what is it papa?  even with his eyes trained on me, his thoughts were miles away “ Nada mi querida niña, lo siento mucho, no pude darte la vida que querías.” I’m just so damn sorry that I couldn't give you the life you wanted” he reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, resting his palm on my face as if he was trying to engrave my face into his memory. 

A tap to his shoulder disrupted us.  “Excuse me sir, would you mind if I had a dance with your daughter?” August asked, my father  nodded,placing a kiss on my cheek before handing me over to him. I watched him walk over to my mother and embrace her, at least they would always have each other.

August spun me around and placed a hand on the back of my  waist and drew me close as other couples left us. Holding my hand  we waltzed around the ballroom. “Ann…” he spoke in a soft but firm tone.  shaking my head and said “No, no more talking, let's just dance” he let out a heavy sigh as he spun me out in a wide circle as the music changed to the haunting melody of Lana Del Ray’s Young and beautiful I watched him as we spun, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to relax into his arms. Some part of me knew that this would be the last time that was ever at peace like this again. 

I felt the world melt away around us, we were just him and I again. Me calling him a devil while he had me pinned by my throat and he fucked me ruthlessly. The orgasm that ripped through me as I struggled to breath. It's something I won't ever forget. With one last slow spin the song came to an end and I opened my eyes to look at him, when I saw a hand tap him on the shoulder “ Julian” he growled. He just looked at us before he said “ Walker, I hope you don't mind, but Anneliese and I need to get going” “Ann” we both snapped at him. He just rolled his eyes as I excluded myself and went to grab my things, then Julian was practically dragging me up the stairs, he was seething, August snatched my wrist, stopping me short and almost knocking Julian over. HA that would have been priceless to see. Looking at August i said 

“ Déjame ir” Let me go,  glancing back at Julian, his brows knitted in confusion. 

“Si te dejo ir, ciertamente morirás en su mano.” he spoke in a soft tone If i let you go, you will certainly die by his hand 

 My heart grew heavier knowing he knew my fate but also that his hands were tied and he couldn't help me, giving him a small but sad smile . “Mi destino fue decidido por mí hace mucho tiempo, no hay escapatoria” she chuckled slightly “Lo más feliz que me sentí fue contigo esas noches atrás, me hiciste sentir viva y por eso siempre te estaré agradecido pero es hora de dejarme ir.”   “My fate was decided for me long ago, there is no escape” she chuckled slightly “ the happiest i ever felt was with you those few nights ago, you made me feel alive and for that i will  always be grateful but it's time to let me go. 

He loosened his grip on my  wrist so i  could pull my hand away,  “ Fairfarren, Alice perhaps I will see you again in another lifetime” i spoke with one final squeeze to my hand before he stepped away and let my hand fall back to my side as i was pulled up the stairs by a monster.

Standing on the steps waiting for the valet to bring the car, Julian was fuming, as the car pulled up, I looked  up and saw August standing on the balcony just watching me. Climbing in the car and I looked back one last time as we started to pull away, till he was nothing but white speak in the darkening horizon. 

[livesinfantasyland]

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[dacreshoney]

English is my second language, please don't hate my terrible writing... I just write it as it comes to my head:)

Been dreaming a while about this storyline and I just wanted to write it down as something for me to smile about. Please excuse how bad it is :))

ACTRESS X AUSTIN BUTLER STORY

Background: You were a world famous young actress who had been in major hit tv shows and films. You started out as a child actress in Harry Potter where you had a young romance with actor Tom Felton at the time. Also having dated One direction star Harry styles in your teenage years, having a fling with your co star Henry cavil in the TV series the tudors, Mamma Mia, Burlesque and Other shows such as The Witcher, stranger things (where you had previously just split before filming top gun with Dacre Montgomery, after your 3 year relationship Dacre decided he wanted to focus on himself and you both felt you were better as friends) he neglected your relationship and didn't put you first. This was where you had a fling after with co star glen Powell, but both decided you were better as friends. You were at the peak of your career, everyone wanted you, everyone wanted to be you and around you. With such a busy schedule ahead of you, with so many things lined up. You'd just finished filming top gun maverick and had daisy jones and the six to finish filming. The premiere in Cannes for top gun came with so many new exciting opportunities for you, with a certain Mr Butler having a say in who would be his Priscilla Presley in the new Film Elvis.

Your POV:

It was the night of the Top gun Premiere in Cannes, you were getting ready with your team in the hotel you were staying at, the gorgeous Hôtel Barrière Le Majestic.This wasn't your first time in Cannes, you had been here for a few film premiers before, but you could still never get used to it, even after all your success, at such a young age bearing in mind. Being surrounded by all the stars you had looked up to for years and working with them, like Tom cruise, cmon.. such a pinch me moment. It's such a surreal moment sat there on the makeup chair looking out onto the French rivera, having your makeup done, having all these people around you tailoring your new designer dress that had just been made and flown in by Ellie Saab. A gorgeous Pearl flowing dress with a subtle smokey eye makeup to bring out the colour of your eyes with Hollywood curls in your hair, slightly tucked behind your ears.

(your gown for Cannes)

Your agent Natalie came in to round you and your co stars up, you were staying in the next room to your co star and recent fling Glenn Powell since your split with Dacre. The two of you had one crazy and weird night, you and glenn had become close during filming and one cast night out got way out of hand and ended up with you two sleeping together, for you both in the morning to just laugh about it and to this day are the best of friends. You clutched onto your dress following your agent out and headed towards the film festival.

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These events were always nerve wracking, in your head you just tried your best not to fall over, your agent edging you along the red carpet with your co stars, lining you up infant of the paparazzi ready to take single and cast photos. Tonight was a big night for you, you were going to perform the hit song from the movie tonight, Hold my hand, not only and actress anymore, you started divulging into more musical things now with your career which essential you trained in all three, singing, acting and dancing. A triple threat some will say. Before the event your agent started guiding you to some interviewers before the main event of the premiere and performance. You smiled widely as you greeted the interviewers, they asked the general questions of the movie and the cast you were working with, these questions always ended up with the odd personal question thrown in there also.

"so Y/N, we know you have to hurry along but the news of you and dacre, obviously very sad but do you think he will be happy for you tonight and what are you plans going forward from this, is there anyone tonight you are hoping to meet and network with?"

"umm" you began, giggling slightly to make it less awkward, "you know life happens, me and dacre are still very much friends, id know he'd definitely be supporting me and vice versa on his journey. some things aren't meant to be but that's okay, we are all adults here and you know I'm excited for what's next for me, I've got a lot coming my way and you never know, something may come out of tonight. I just want to enjoy tonight, meet some new people and yeah I hear the royal family are here tonight so that will be a cool thing, like I've never met a royal so.."

"thank you for that, really appreciate your time and massive congratulations and good look with your performance tonight, we look forward to it" the interviewer smiled.

"Thank you so much, I will need it aha" you say being guided away into the film hall.

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The performance came and went, you had a standing ovation from the crowd, this was a massive thing for you. All these people in the crowd were actors and actresses you looked up to and for them to be giving you a standing ovation was something else. You had had your congratulations from your co stars and a few famous faces, it was later after your performance that you were being guided to your table where a tall figure was standing, a male it looked like from where you were walking, blonde hair shining in the lights above him. You stopped as Natalie found your seat and this male figure stumbled back a little onto your toe, you had kind of numbed out the pain as you'd been in heels all day, his hands were cupped as if he had just been clapping or praying, he stood in awe of you as you approached. A small smile came from the corner of his mouth as he met your gaze.

"my god I'm so sorry, I didn't step on you did I?"

You looked at him smiling, you could tell he was a little shy, he had confidence in his eyes but a shy soul underneath.

"Its ok honestly, I was looking for an excuse to take these heels off really, so thanks for that" you winked, the blonde smiled back at you, his eyes tracing your face so intently.

" glad I could be of service, please here let me get your seat, I am really sorry though" he laughed as he pulled out your seat

"such a gentlemen".. you said as you slowly sat down on the pulled out chair, still keeping his gaze, " but seriously its fine, don't stress, I can see you wincing a little" you joked with him, trying to ease his shyness, you recognised his face, this was Austin butler, you'd watched a few shows with him in when you were younger, carried diaries and rumours had it it was going to be the new Elvis.

"that transparent am I"

"just a little" you winked as you gestured with your hands the little minute sign with your fingers, he then sat down to face you on the opposite chair.

"Austin right? you questioned "I'm..." you were interrupted

"Y/N, yeah I know", he laughed nervously "you were phenomenal up there you know and your movie, I mean you were incredible"

"thank you, that means so much to me like you wouldn't believe, I was shaking up there" you held out your hands to show him your shaking fingers, the adrenaline from the performance still.

"I'm surprised you even knew my name just then to be honest" sounding surprised

"of course, you are the new Elvis right? that's very exciting" you said placing your hand to tap his knee "and I've seen your face around, just never actually got round to saying hi"

smiling at your hand placement he responded "Yeah I am ah, very exciting, just hope to do him some justice you know"

"oh love I'm sure you will, you are great you know or just do a me and just pretend you know what you are doing and everyone will just think that guys got their shit together" you laughed, trying to give him a little confidence boost. shrugging his shoulder with yours.

"thank you y/n , I think I might just have to do that aha"

"I'm sure you will smash it" your agent gesturing that it was time for you to leave, "well looks like I'm being ushered out of here Mr Butler, but it was so nice meeting you and I absolutely can't wait for this to be the other way round and I'm congratulating you as I am sure I will be"

Austin's POV:

Y/N performance blew him away, he had always been a huge fan of yours and he'd come across you at so many events but had never had the guts to say anything to you, You was in a relationship with Dacre as well at all these events, so he never had the chance and now that you were single he'd found the perfect opportunity. Later that night after meeting you, you were all that was on Austins mind, he had phoned his agent later that night as he knew you'd have to be his Priscilla in Elvis, so many actresses had come and gone but no one he could get that chemistry with. He had to find a way to reach you.

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You'd first met Austin during Cannes in 2022 when you had been a part of the Top gun maverick cast, you were half way filming Daisy ones and the six at this point. You had your first day off in a long Time, you just sat down when you opened your phone to 4 missed calls from your agent and a text to call her asap.

"Nat, 4 missed calls, who died?"

"I thought you did with the amount of times I've rang you, I've just had a strange call from another agent and they said an Austin Butler and Baz luhrmann has been trying to reach you?"

"Baz Lurhmann?? and Austin Butler as in the new Elvis Austin..??"

"yeah, so they want you to be the new Priscilla, apparently this Austin guy told Baz and he wants to start shooting with you straight away"

"no on screen chemistry read or audition?"

"nope none at all, this Austin guy really wants you to play her so, guess that's that"

Baz frisking lurhmann wants you to be in his new film, ELVIS. Austin butler requested you to be Priscilla, why?? .... you were so confused but so excited about it, your schedule was about to get a whole lot busier and your life so much more exciting.

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[ohhxdile]

Glad you came ☆ OS

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Words: 617

Summary : Your in actress in a ceremony you never wanted to attend, but someone in particular was really hoping to see you tonight.

Warnings: reader pov, angst, a bit of fluff, no detailed ending

(A/N: this is my first public fanfic, there is no end because none of my ideas pleased me so i made it a bit fluff)

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He asked me to come to the ceremony, pleaded me. Here I was, surrounded by many actors and he was walking the aisle to get on stage.

They gave him the award and he raised it in the air with his two hands, the only thing that I could hear were the applause and then, dead silence. He spoke “I’m very thankful for this award that I won tonight, I’d like to thanks my co-workers, the amazing script writers and directors!” Everyone eyes were glued to his presence and I looked somewhere else, not daring to face him. 

The awards were done and I had the opportunity to leave the room and take a break from the anxious dark room filled with actors glued next to each other. My legs itched but I told myself to not raise my dress once this night. It was a bad habit for me to scratch my legs whenever I didn’t feel good.

A few actors bumped into me, apologizing and rushing by without giving me a second glance, I shrug them off and turn my head and spot Henry checking his phone, he looked very focused. So I came up to him and whispered “Hey..” His head raised slowly and his eyes followed after, upon seeing me, his phone disappeared into his pocket and his face lit up “Oh my god Y/N, You came!” He put his hands on my shoulders, softly. I smiled, blushing a bit from the compliment “Well..” Before even finishing my sentence some actress came up to me and Henry, they starting talking to him, complimenting him. 

I felt submerged and took opportunity to rush off to the bathrooms, closing the door of my stall and grooming myself. I heard the laughter of some people, talking about the ceremony, personal stuff and their crush on others actors. My guts twisted and I wanted to leave but was scared to meet up Henry again.

I walked out of the building, the fresh air of night hitting me. I closed my eyes, smelling through my nose the fresh breeze. Blurring out the noise around me. My phone suddenly buzz and I go search it inside my purse and read the text I received, not taking notice that Henry come up to me. I chuckle a bit in front of my phone and felt something tap my shoulders and removed my phone from my face and stare at Henry.

“I’m sorry for..” He looked aside quickly searching for his words “For the actresses earlier, I wasn’t expecting this” I felt guilty, leaving him with them, because I couldn’t handle being overwhelmed by so many people and the fact nobody acknowledged me since the beginning of the ceremony along side a few directors.

My mind spiral suddenly stopped by his voice “There is a buffet happening for the end ceremony” Above his shoulders there was the buffet, a lot of actors were chatting together, eating and taking a few drinks. I gulped a bit from the idea of being surrounded a lot again. Henry waited for my answer but I was really scared to deny his offer but I was too exhausted “Sorry.. I think I’ll just go home”.

His expression didn’t change, He wasn’t mad and I was relieved, finally I caught my breath that I was holding by habit. He let go of my shoulders and he smiled at me “It’s fine, If you want to hang out, leave a message” Hesitantly he stepped away from my personal space. Suddenly the surrounding noises were cut off, mute. We looked at each other for a while, my hands fidgeted with each other, stress taking over my body. 

“I’m glad you came.”

[thewritersaddictions]

Request: The Witcher: Geralt Of Rivia- Brutal Life

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Wolf!Reader

Pov: Geralt

Warnings: Kissing, injured reader, fake monster sighting, camping, jaskier being his normal self, lone wolf, romance, fluff, dreaming.

Summary: A hurt wolf is marked as a monster so Jaskier and Geralt go to investigate. Geralt knows something is off though so he tries to be helpful.

WC- 2.0k

A/n- Firefly-graphics for dividers; Remember that Geralt of Rivia here on my page will continue to be written as if Henry Cavill is playing his character.

The Witcher Master List // Requests Master List

There was commotion going on just outside of the small town that we were staying in. Damn people and there need to intreput my dinner time. Jaskier was already apart of the drama happening outside. He came running back into the bar. “Jaskier what is it now?” A roll of my eyes gave tell to that small fact that I didn’t care or want to go outside to deal with commotion going on. 

“Geralt you just have to help these people. You’re the witcher for fucks sake.” Jaskier wasn’t kidding. He was dragging me or at least trying to drag me towards the door of the bar. “Jaskier would you stop it already.” I mumbled out. “I’m coming alright, are you happy now.” Just outside the door the dark and loud rumbles of a growl could be heard. My interest was peaked to say the least as people ‘ohh’ and ‘awwd’ at whatever monster they had decided stupidly to surround. 

By the time we got outside there was more then a gaggle of people surrounded it. Forcing it down into a tiny closed circle. “Oh the great Geralt Of Rivia here to save the day as always.’ A cocky old gente. I ignored him as I did with truly everybody in my life. “What seems to be the problem here?” I asked loudly into the crowd of people that was steadily growing. 

The ‘monster’ was ovibouly not that scary, or dangerous as the crowd drew louder and crazier with every passing second. The rambles of talking and screaming, and everything else that humans are so great at doing. The smallest of whimper I heard in the crowd of people. “Can angbody get their heads out of their asses and tell me what the fuck is going on.” I asked loudly, my voice moving through the crowd. 

A little girl is the one that answered me. Her voice was squeaky, and high pitched but she came forward. “Witcher it’s just a pour lonesome wolf, her leg is injured a little. She’s a whimpering mess over here.” The little girl said. I was impressed, but then the immediate stress of the world came crashing down on me. If that was so not a true monster then I wasn’t needed here, but the whimpers were so damn hard to ignore. 

“Alright gents and gals it’s time to get your noses into something else that isn’t this clear none monster.” My voice boomed loudly across the field. Their were sighs, and disappointing words flying in through the sky. The growling started as soon as the crowd cleared the field and I got closer. The closer I got the more protective the wolf seemed to get. Jaskier as always was whining behind me. “Geralt let’s just go if you say it’s just some wolf then theres no need to sit around and wait for it to bite on of us.” Jaskier blabbled out. There were many times I wished that I had told Jaskier to shut up, but going to do a task was better for me right now. 

“Why don’t you go gather our things from the bar, and Roach. I’m staying here to help this little one out.” I looked over my shoulder at Jaskier. There was an odd look on his face, then a shrug of his shoulders before he left the two of us in the field. The growled hadn’t stopped not even when I was talking to Jaskier.

 I turned my attention back to the wolf on the ground a growling and whimpering mess. I reached one of my hands out, “Y/n is that you?” The words pouring softly. Even strange to my ears. Her eyes were so damn familiar, and I hadn’t seen her in years… more then years. It felt like decades had passed. The last time I had seen her was when we were young children. Playing and before the world had separated us. The hand that I had reached out was getting closer and closer to being bite. 

“How about we try something different huh?” I suggested, she growled lowly, and kept her eyes on me the entire time. “How about if you want help you just have to follow us.” I wasn’t one for having tag alongs but Jaskier had broken that record, and the wolf well if she was Y/n then there was nothing I would do to help her. Jaskier returned everything in his hands. A small huff of frustration falling from his lips. ‘Are you fucking insane Geralt, I can’t go around having people think I’m just your servant.” With that Jaskier dropped every single one of the bag interlocked in his arms and fingers. I rolled my eyes and walked away from the wolf towards Roach. 

Petting her muzzle and then her mane. I turned and gave Y/n a knowing wink before walking towards the bleak basically dead treeline. Winter was on its way and the further we got away from the cold the happier that Jaskier would be. I kept an eye behind us as we travelled. Jaskier walking beside Roach, I kepther on the right track. “Who’s following us?” Jaskier prayed. I looked down at Jaskier. I wondered for how long had he been standing behind me, while I was talking to Y/n. “Nobody.” I clarified, as I got Roach back on the right path. 

By the time that night fell on the sky, and treeline disappeared behind the dark sky I knew it was time that we stop. The last tiem I had seen Y/n walking behind us was before the sun set, and I was purposely walking Roach slower then normal for Y/n to keep up with us. Yet another thing that Jaskier commented on. “Why are you walking Roach so slow? Is she sick? You aren’t going to put her down if she’s sick are you? I’ll kill you if you do.” Jaskier rambled on, and with that the first question was forgotten behind Jaskiers concern for the well being of the horse.

The moon was high in the sky when we finally managed to settle in the small camp that we had… that I had made for the two of us. I could Y/n far in the distance, close enough to the heat. Far enough away from being caught, or taunted by either on of us. A fire burning that crackled with each burn of leaf and stick. The most scariest thing for Jaskier was the wolf, she had come to camp. A limp in her walk and still forever staying far away. A full moon had just passed and so from what little knowledge I had on wolves I assumed she would be changing form tonight in the darkest of night. 

The wolf had decided that when of course she was comfortable she would join the camp. Jaskier being the scared little puppy he always was about everything wasn’t having it, and retreated to his sleeper. I tired my hardest not to laugh as Jaskier hurried away underneath the sheets of his cot. “If you feel comfortable, my lap is open for you to sit.” I muttered towards Y/n. Her ears peaked up, as she gave me a weary look. The truest of black eyes staring me down as I wondered what might happen. The growls had stopped, and the whimpers had began as Y/n walked on her paw. Small winces could be seen down her snout and with the curve of her brows underneath the prettiest fur I’d ever seen. 

I waited for what seemed like a few moments. Time passed and the fire crackled against the dark sky, I waited until I felt the softest of nudge on my hand. When I did look down it was Y/n, her paw was placed gently on my hand almost bracing herself on me. Her eyes watched me with intent, keeping everything in a close enough gaze. “Y/n just lay down I promise I wont hurt you.” She took only a few seconds before making the quick choice and snuggling into my lap. 

Warmth from her fur exploded into my clothing and skin. I wasn’t about tp pet her, but the closeness was enough for me. It had been so long that I hadn’t even thought of Y/n, but seeing her like this stuck in this form and hurt. My mind raced as I thought of what a cruel human being could have done this. The question popped into my head. Looking down at the curled up wolf in my lap her head rest on my thigh. “Who did this to you Y/n? You must tell me.” Gently the words flowed out soft around the edges and waiting for a response. 

She just looked up and then nuzzled her nose into my thigh. A wet imprint from her nose stained my trousers, and I wondered if she’s ever tell. If she’d ever get the chance to the mutter the name of the horrible, vile, straight up disgusting human had hurt her this way. I moved ever so slightly and took Y/n with me as I lowered myself into the cot. “For now we will sleep and tomorrow you will tell me who hurt you. We have much to discuss Y/n.” I whispered into the cold winters air. 

I dreamt that night for the first time in a long time. A small boy chasing a beautiful young girl. Her hair flowing in the wind before her mother had told her to cut it all off, or rather before the girl had taken a pair of shears to her hair and chopped it off at all sorts of angles uneven with each other. 

I watched as she grew into a beautiful women. With piercing eyes, and a beautiful smile that made me melt in the knees. The only women to ever bring me to my knees was Y/n, the girl that hadn’t thought about in such a long time. Even has I slept the smell of Y/n whafted into my nose. Dirty, blood, but a hint of rose, and lavendar. Calm was everything that Y/n was, she was peace next to me. 

In my dreams I saw a her standing there waiting for me, open arms and the widest smile on her face. Kind eyes that made you fell safe, I ran and ran as fast as my feet would let me. I wanted to feel the warmth of her body, the warmth of her heart pressed up against mine. When I reached her the batted breathe I let out felt like thousands of pounds being lifted off my shoulders. 

She was the one to kiss me. Y/n lips felt so soft, not chapped and cut like mine due to the work I did. Her hand coming to rest comfortalbing in my hair as she tug and pulled me close. No fighting for dominance within the kiss or teeth scrapping against each other. We weren’t haste for time, so we took it for what it was. A peaceful, calm, deep, and loving kiss. The first of many and the best for a first. I wished that I didn’t need air, and Y/n was all that I needed in order ot survive. Y/n was my life line. In her arms I feared nothing and wanted nothing more then to be there in that moment forever with her. 

A brutal life was one of waking up with her gone. Nothing was left behind as a guide of hope, just as she was here she had gone. As luck would have it for me I hope, Y/n might just come back into my life. “She went into the woods. If you move your ass you can catch up to her.” Jaskier yawned. “By the way she stole your coat. I think she might have shifted last night.” Jaskier mentioned, as I wiped the sleep from my eyes and hopped up. In search for maybe just the right person for me.

Completed on: 03/07/23

Posted on: 03/17/23

The Hero's-

[nighthunter241]

He is Mine-Chapter 2 (Henry Cavill x male reader)

Masterlist

NOT MY GIF, GIF USED FROM TUMBLR OPTION

18+ DNI if you are lower the age of 18

Warning: mentions of DEATH

Rival #2 Gal Gadot

POV of M/N mom and dad during Week 1 before they left town.

Chris is in the basement home picking up a box and is about to go up the stairs to leave the basement. As he is leaving the basement with the box on hand he opens the door and is walking out until he is startled by his wife Alba. He gets scared and drops the box he was holding, making a loud thud when landing on the floor.

Alba: Oh darling, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.

Chris: It is no issue honey.

Alba: Surprised you still haven’t been able to distinguish my footsteps darling.

Chris: You are the one who has been known for being light on their feet.

Alba: What were you doing in the basement, wait is that the box with all our old letters and voice messages.

Chris: Yeah it is, I've been thinking about throwing them out.

Alba: And why is that darling?

Chris: You really want our kids to find them or worse read and listen to them.

Alba: Come on it won’t be that bad.

Chris: Sweety, I might be ok with the truth of the past but our kids we don’t know about that.

Alba: I highly doubt they will change perspectives, even though adopted they still seem more like me.

Chris: Yeah well anyway why did you want me to wake up early and drop you off at this gas station?

Alba: Well darling the best thing happened today, someone I saw many years ago is back in town and clearly still have interest in me so I had to make sure he knew that I knew he was back into town, I was hoping to catch him at the gas station to welcome him back but he instead ran down an ally.

Chris: Who are you talking about?

Alba: Don’t tell me you are jealous sweetheart.

Chris: Trust me I don’t get jealous especially about another man I know you wouldn’t do anything with another person.

Alba: So romantic honey.

Chris: Any way, who was this guy?

Alba: It was him, the investigator

Chris: What?

Alba: Yeah.

Chris: It can’t be I thought he retired or left town due to him being the laughing stock of the town.

Alba: I guess he is back now, may want to start picking up his investigation again and try to put me into jail again.

Chris: He failed the first time, you even embarrassed him and got him to lose everything while in court what else could he want.

Alba: He is stubborn and might think he can catch me slipping and hopefully reopen the case.

Chris: What do you want to do?

Alba: I’ll tell you about it while we pack our bags and head to the airport

Chris: Yeah that sounds……WAIT AIRPORT as in the place with the planes for people who leave the country?

Alba: Yes darling we are packing our bags and heading to Canada.

Chris: Are you kidding, and our jobs?

Alba: Relax, I took care of it, we get all the time off we need.

Chris: That is great but we got I don’t know THREE KIDS that are in their senior year about to graduate.

Alba: Darling relax, if they are just like their mother they will be fine.

Chris: How long will we be gone for?

Alba: I don’t know, it will depend how fast I can track him down and take care of it.

Chris: Alba sweety.

Alba: Darling don’t worry, I’ll pack and write them a note.

Chris: What about the box? Let me throw it out first.

Alba: Just throw it back down the basement and I’ll write in the note to stay out of the basement, you know they always listen to me.

Chris: Alright honey.

Alba: Do you think when we get back M/N will have a boyfriend I really hope so.

Chris: I hope not, can’t have another child go through a honeymoon phase.

Alba: What you say darling?

Chris: Nothing sweetheart.

Present

You wake up on Monday deeply annoyed when you remember that you have another issue to deal with. Now you have another girl that Henry can possibly fall for, just thinking about it pisses you off. You are ready for school and head downstairs and see your brothers eating and you update them about what you know.

M/N: There is another one.

Sebastian: Another what?

M/N: Another girl that likes Henry

Anthony: What, how do you know?

M/N: Robert told me

Sebastian: Him, and you take his word for it.

M/N: I mean I saw photos. It looked like Henry was getting close with that girl.

Sebastian: Who is the girl?

Anthony: I swear it better not be a student council member.

M/N: It is Gal Gadot

Sebastian: Wait, Gal you serious

Anthony: They are working on a school project together makes sense.

M/N: UGH, what do I do?

Sebastian: I have no idea, just let it play out until something comes to mind.

Anthony: You are so helpful sometimes you know that.

Sebastian shrugs at the comment and before you know it you are walking to school and at the corner where you meet up with Henry. After some time Henry calls out to you and you two start walking to school. “So how was your weekend Henry?” you asked him and he responds “Nothing much just feeling a bit better after what happened with Amy”. You end up asking him how everything is with that and he just responds letting you know the friendship between the two is over and that he is somewhat feeling better. One thing you noticed was that he never mentioned him being at the park or the walk and chat he had with Gal which gets you thinking if anything romantic is really going on. You decide not to push the topic and you two end up getting to school and Henry leaves saying he has to meet with Gal about their project. You end up following him until he reaches the school library and from a corner you listen to their conversation.

Gal: Hey Henry so glad you could meet up before class.

Henry: Yeah it is no problem

Gal: How are you feeling?

Henry: Better actually, the chat and walk with you made me feel better.

Gal: Have you told M/N about what you've been feeling?

Henry: Not really, he doesn’t really need to know.

Gal: Well I feel special. I know something that your best friend doesn’t.

Henry: I guess so.

Gal: Let's continue discussing how we should plan this project.

Henry sits down and starts talking with Gal about the project, hearing say how she thinks she is so special just because she knows a piece of info makes your blood boil. HOW DARE SHE think that. You were going to leave until you saw Gal put her hand on Henry's arm in a playful manner. You felt like something snapped, you were angry, no you were enraged by what you were seeing. After seeing that you left and decided you needed to relax, you go to the roof to relax but unable to come up with a plan you start freaking out on what to do. You go to class and while attending you are unable to focus without thinking of Gal and Henry until class ends. When lunch comes around you start walking by the club rooms and when you pass the Chemistry club you notice the cabinets and see all the chemicals, the dangerous chemicals. Hours pass and you get home and instantly go to your room to come with a plan. You start looking up the names of the chemicals you could see from the cabinet in the chemistry club out of curiosity. You end up finding out that certain chemicals in the club are poisonous, deadly enough to get it done. The temptation becomes strong but you shut off the laptop and quickly try to calm yourself, nearly going crazy at the thought of hurting Gal. 

After having a rough night you get to school trying to hopefully have a normal day to see if it was possible to come up with a different strategy, that was until you saw Gal talking to someone and you decide to listen in.

Gal: I mean it, he is so hot.

Friend: I’m not saying you're wrong just making sure you know what you are doing, he did just lose his friend.

Gal: He clearly is throwing signals back, I can’t wait till Friday.

Friend: You really got it bad don’t you, what about M/N?

Gal:  What about him?

Friend: They are close friends, what if he doesn’t like you and Henry chooses him over you.

Gal: Highly doubt that, before he knows it, I will be the one having Henry all the time and all that Henry will think about is me

They giggle and walk away, “Alright if that is how you feel, what about a rude awakening you ugly bit….”. Before you finish that thought Anthony comes up to you and smirks.

Anthony: Someone is being productive.

M/N: Shut it, just leaning against this wall.

Anthony:Yeah, sure. Have you come up with anything?

M/N: I…….well….

Anthony: Oh……is it those thoughts?

M/N: What thoughts?

Anthony: You know

M/N: Anthony………..I don’t know what you are talking about.

Anthony: Alright, just know you can do whatever it takes ok and we will have your back just know that.

Your brother leaves you to think about the last thing he said, and without a second thought it can possibly work. Maybe you can to the chemistry club room and seeing how empty it is you go in. The first thing visible is the cabinet and thankfully club members were dumb enough to leave it unlocked.  You grab one of the tiny bottles and leave the room and you start wondering what you can do with the poison. But then you remember one thing, pour it into her food and we will have your back just know that.

M/N: Hey I need something.

Robert: What do you need?

M/N: Do you know Gal's usual schedule, like what she does during her free time before class.

Robert: I can send it to you but overall she is always with someone or doing something so she is distracted.

M/N: What about lunch time?

Robert: She packs her lunch in the cooking club, she apparently is good friends with one of the members so they let her put her lunch there and when lunch begins she heads to the club to pick it up and heat it.

M/N: When does she usually leave her lunch in the cooking club?

Robert: It looks like that is one of the first things she does when she gets to school.

M/N: Alright, thx.

You put your phone down and head to the cooking club, none of the club members are inside due to them handing out samples around the school. You open the fridge and see a whole bunch of cooking ingredients but only one lunch box is located inside. You take it out and open it, without hesitation you pour the chemical you grabbed onto the meal. After that you let it air out to get rid of the smell and after that you packed it up again and placed it back in the fridge. Everything is put back in its place and you leave the club room and quickly make your way to class before the bell rings. After hours of classes it finally hits lunchtime and you get to the cooking club and see Gal take out her lunch box. She walks outside and heads to one of the benches near the gymnasium and she sits down and starts eating her lunch. After a couple of minutes of her eating she starts making a face of discomfort then she starts coughing. She gets up and only manages to get like a couple of steps before she falls onto the floor coughing and gagging. After a minute of that she lays still and stops moving, a student comes out of the gymnasium and lets out a scream. Before you could get caught you run away and get yourself into a random room. The student that had screamed heads to the teacher lounge and leads the teacher to Gal. Before you know it an ambulance is called and comes to Gal aid but clearly showing no signs of recovery, the paramedics later call the time of death. Everyone is to their classes and are forced to stay put until class is dismissed early.

 The Principal and Guidance Counselor decide to send the students home early and you are making your way home and when you get there you are greeted by your brothers who instantly start bombarding you with questions.

Anthony: Was it you?

Sebastian: You could have done a better job?

Anthony: What did you do exactly?

Sam: How did you do it?

M/N: RELAX!!! One at a time please.

Anthony: So?

M/N: It…..was…..me..

Anthony: How though?

M/N: I poured some poisonous chemical onto her food.

Sebastian: Wait, that was it?

M/N: Yeah

Anthony: We thought it was something more impressive but whatever.

M/N: Why are you guys so relaxed about what I did?

Sebastian: I don’t know, we aren’t really freaked out about this

M/N: Just don’t tell mom.

Anthony: Relax we won’t.

Your brothers walk alway to go make dinner and after eating dinner you head to your room to relax due to you not having homework and plan to enjoy the rest of the week until you receive a text from Henry.

Henry: M/N I feel so freaked after today.

M/N: I know, we just wanted a normal week.

Henry: I was getting along with Gal. I felt devastated after finding out what happened.

M/N: I know, I heard it could be food poisoning, a terrible way to go.

Henry: Yeah I heard about that also, I guess she must have used expired ingredients by accident.

M/N: I guess so, still a terrible thing

Henry: I think I may skip school tomorrow.

M/N: Wait, why?

Henry: I need a day to just process this.

M/N: I get that.

Henry: Wait, skip school tomorrow with me, we can go to the mall or go somewhere to eat just us two.

M/N: Henry you know I would, but I don’t need the school contacting my parents about me missing school while they are out of town.

Henry: Alright makes sense, don’t want you to get your mum angry I guess goodnight.

M/N: Night Henry

Week 2 Saturday

Henry POV

After the end of that school week Henry is walking by the football field, the one day he skipped wasn’t enough for him to get over the death of Gal. While walking by he runs into someone from school and he recognizes him. It is someone from their school football team, Ben Affleck. 

Ben: Sorry about that

Henry: No, I’m sorry.

Ben: Hey weren’t you that dude who was working on that project with Gal

Henry: Um, yeah I was.

Ben: Oh ... .must have been hard for you.

Henry: It was but pulling through.

Ben: That is all we can do, how are you feeling overall?

Henry: Just sad, but also numb to it and freaked out since it is so out of knowhere.

Ben: I hear that, just trying to distract myself with practice.

Henry: Yeah I’m currently trying to find a distraction also.

Ben: Hey, I got an idea.

Henry: What is it?

Ben: You seem strong and athletic, can you throw the football at me and help me with my catches you can help practice more and it should distract you for a bit to have you forget about what happened

Henry: You know what sure, sounds like a good idea

Ben: Thank you and trust me playing will help you relax and forget for a bit.

Sunday

M/N POV

You are washing the dishes from eating lunch when you notice your phone starts notifying you about a message. After finishing up you check your phone and to no surprise it is from Robert.

Robert: Congrats on getting rid of Gal, you had successfully killed someone without getting caught. That is impressive.

M/N: I have no idea what you are talking about

Robert: No need to lie or act dumb with me like I said I’m an ally.

M/N: What game are you playing?

Robert: No game just making sure you know who to trust, but most importantly I have some information you may like.

M/N: Which is?

Robert: *Sends of photos of Henry and Ben at the football field* Good looking man right, all those muscles.

M/N: That is Ben Affleck, the football captain of our school.

Robert: Exactly and he seems to be getting close with Henry.

M/N: They seem to be friends.

Robert: Naive aren’t you

M/N: Wait, don't tell me.

Robert: Ben well after some digging he seems to be the classic in the closet Jock an interesting detail just saying.

M/N: Perfect another issue to take care of.

Robert: Shouldn’t you be happy, this can help confirm if Henry is into men right?

M/N: Yeah you are right, but worse if he decides to follow those feelings with Ben.

Robert: Like before, just get to know the details about their building “friendship” and from there you can confirm what you need to do.

M/N: Doing this all again.

Robert: Relax, I’m sure you can take care of it, you seem to know a lot more than you let on, have fun and don’t stress out, remember, Henry is already yours.

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31 and 32

31. Who would you elevate to a POV character?

Toughie because I think we're getting all the POVs we're getting for specific narrative reasons that work for me, and also there are a LOT of one off POV chapters. But I think maybe Stannis, because his head seems interesting and I also love him as a character.

32. A fancast you absolutely can’t stand

That lady who played Mary of Burgundy in TWP as Alicent Hightower, Holliday Grainger as Lucrezia Borgia as seen in The Borgias as Dance-era Rhaenyra, Geralt!Henry Cavill as Aegon the Conqueror, a lot of the Dornish fancasts aren't up my alley based on my personal views on how they were coded in the narrative and in the diverse makeup of Dorne that a lot of fancasters straight up ignore (do any of the fancasters even know that there are three "types" of Dornishmen?). Most fancasts can be kinda iffy to me because I'm not much of a fancaster myself, although I'm generally fine with them, but those are the ones I just really dislike.

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TikTok Trends

Henry Cavill x reader

Summary: following a trend on tiktok gets you a good pounding

Read at own risk

Warning: hair pulling

yn pov

waiting in his on set trailer, laying on his bed scrolling through my phone watching some tiktok trends that girls did with their boyfriends but only one court my attention, the girl was holding her phone and was giggling, she called her boyfriend and positioned herself so her ass was sticking up but she was wearing a short skirt which showed off her ass and her boyfriend walked in and the video end it was titled the no panties tease “maybe i should tease henry” i murmured looking down i was wearing a nice and tight fitted mini skirt i giggled as i shimmied off my panties and trowing them onto the floor 

henry pov

i hurried to my trailer where my girlfriend still in full costume of geralt “baby” i smiled as i opened my trailer door and stepping in i was expected to be greeted with a hug or something but nothing “over here baby” i looked over and froze she was showing off her pretty pussy to me “wow baby” i growled moving to her she watched me from over her shoulder “i can get used to this” i said as i ran one of my fingers up and down her slit causing her to shudder “your still in costume” she murmured “who cares” i muttered her body looked so delicious  “where did you come up with this baby” i asked leaning down to kiss her neck “just a few tiktok videos” she moaned as i stuck two my my fingers inside “fuck henry” she started pushing back into my thrusting fingers “thats it baby” i growled into her ear i slowly pulled my fingers out causing her to whine and push back into me i stared down with hunger as i pulled off my pants pulling out my cock “are you ready baby” i murmured “please henry” she whined grinding back into me “fuck baby” i groaned and pushed my cock into her making her moan “please fuck me hard” she said and i started thrusting hard and fast “fuck”she moaned loudly as she threw her head back “come on you can handle a little more” i chuckled as my hand and started to rub her clit “to much” she moaned her hands thrashing and grabbing the bedding “we haven’t even started baby” i growled thrusting harder forcing her forward “come on baby” i said grabbing her hips using that to help pleasure her “baby” she whined stuffing her face into the bed  “fuck your clenching” i growled through my gritted teeth “are you close baby” i said all i got was muffled response i grabbed her hair forcing her to face me “what did you say baby girl” i said staring into her eyes “yes god yes so close” she whined, tears of pleasure running down her cheeks “cum for me baby” i growled putting her face back into the bed i groaned as she cam around me “fuck” i groaned but i still haven’t cum “come on” i said pulling her up and layed down with her straddling me “henry” she whined placing her hands on my chest “ride baby” i said folding my hands behind my head and watched as she shivered and started to grind down on my cock “come on baby you can do better” i chuckled and grabbed her hips and made her go faster “henry” she whined.

yn pov

i was becoming hazy from the pleasure “henry” i whined as he made me go faster “come on baby im almost there” he groaned and moved his hands from my hips to breasts grabbing and squeezing “fuck” i moaned his cock started to pulse causing me to get closer and closer “fuck” we yelled as we both cam “dam baby you need to watch tiktok more often”

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Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 1

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller 

Word Count: 3,502

Warnings: Abused animal, domestic violence, stalker ex-boyfriend, mention of nightmares/PTSD, smut in future chapters.

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own. 

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A big thanks to @shellyshellshell for encouraging me to write this story!

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading! 

*Syverson POV*

It’s certainly difficult to leave the cool air conditioning of the house to head to work when the weather forecast predicts another scorching Texas summer day where the humidity makes your clothes immediately stick to your skin. It’s nothing I’m not familiar with having grown up in Texas my whole life and then spending two tours in the desert before returning home. You’d think I would move somewhere cold, but the south is all I know. I certainly couldn’t leave Nana and Pawpaw either. After finishing my last tour, I came home and bought an empty house in disrepair and spent the better part of a year ripping it to studs and rebuilding. I was really struggling with returning to civvy life after spending the majority last ten years in the sand pit. Originally, I had just planned to fix up my house so that it was comfortable and hell, livable, until I discovered what I wanted to do outside of the army. Remodeling my house taught me that I really enjoyed working with my hands and building things. I guess you could say taking a broken, outdated home and making it beautiful and functional again really resonated with me on a deeper level. I was lucky to leave the army with only some mild PTSD and nightmares. Hell, I had all of my limbs and was alive which is more that I can say I deserve. Staying busy helped me cope so after working towards getting my contractor’s license, I decided to start my own company, Syverson Contracting. It was still a small operation with only about seven employees including my cousin Alex, but we got by just fine.

After getting ready for the day and sipping on my cup of coffee on the porch with my German Shepard, Aika, I put my boots on and headed to the truck for the first day on a new worksite. Like usual, I called Nana on the way to work to check in. My grandparents lived about fifteen minutes away from me, but I still called to check on them every morning and make sure they’re doing alright. As I drive, Nana starts chattering all about how her friend’s granddaughter is single and I should be looking for a good woman to marry and settle down with. We’ve had this conversation umpteen times before but I can’t seem to get it through my stubborn grandmother’s head that it’s useless. I’ve been burned by too many women in the past as a young and naïve man and I just don’t want to bring someone into all of my problems. Yes, I go to therapy at the VA to help with my PTSD but it still doesn’t stop the sleepless nights and nightmares that immediately send me back to wartime in the desert. As much as I’ve always wanted a partner in life; a beautiful wife to come home to, a couple of kids and the proverbial picket fence, I just don’t see how it could be in the cards for me now. I’m too fucked up. Nana of course would never understand and I certainly don’t want to drag her into it so I just listen to her drone on and on about some chick named Susanne and then tell her that I’ve got to go.

After speaking with my team and giving instructions for the job, I went to Alex’s flatbed truck and we all started unloading the materials. The home we were working on was owned by a young couple expecting their first child. It was a simple job, replacing the flooring throughout the house, building a shed in the backyard for lawnmowers and other garden tools, and repairing some dry rotting siding near the fireplace. The great thing about my team is that I could get them started and didn’t have to micromanage them. After several hours in the walloping sun, we all broke for lunch. After cooling off and reenergizing at the local Wendy’s, we all headed back to the house to continue our work. Since I was used to being in these weather conditions, I decided to head out toward the edge of the woods in the backyard and start building the garden shed. When I went to lift up some of the plywood, I was beyond shocked to find a shaking and filthy little tan dog who appeared to be injured and terrified.

“Shit. Heya buddy, I ain’t gonna hurt you. It’s alright pal. Let me take a look atcha.”

As a true animal lover, I was immediately enraged. Someone had intentionally abused this poor defenseless animal and either abandoned it or it was able to limp off to the woods. The little male pup, couldn’t be older than a year was bleeding from four different wounds on the side of his sand colored body. The second I scooped him up, he was whining and cowering in fear.

“You’re alright little man. I’m gonna take care of ya. Let’s see if we can getcha to a vet.” I call Aika’s vet office and unfortunately there is no answer. Janet must still be taking her lunch break.

I see Alex walking outside to grab some of the flooring to bring inside and yell for him to come here.

“What’s up, Sy?”

“Just found this little guy beat to hell by the woods.”

“Jesus. What kind of bastards do that to an animal?” Alex ponders as he was looking at the injured and sick animal. 

“I’m gonna see if Dr. Robinson’s in. Hopefully I can get the little feller in today but I need you to run the site until I get back.”

“No problem, Sy. Didn’t she just have another kid? I’m not sure if she’ll be there but I know Jessica said something about them hiring a new vet so I’m sure someone will be around.”

The veterinarian’s office was only a fifteen-minute drive from the site so after giving the poor thing some water, I loaded him up and drove there.

On the ride over, he seemed to relax a bit and not shake as bad as he had been and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

“Oh Austin! How good to see you! Did your Aika have an appointment?”

“Hey Ms. Janet, is Dr. Robinson in? It’s not for Aika. I found this guy by the woods and he’s been hurt something awful.”

“Heavens to Betsy! Poor little angel! Elizabeth is out on maternity leave but we’ve hired a new vet. You'll like her. Let me check with her and see if she can work you in.”

“Yes ma’am.”

A few moments later, Janet scurries back and directs me to an exam room with the little guy. I guess I could have just dropped him off and went back to work but my heart just couldn’t stand it. Hell, I fought to bring back Aika from Afghanistan because of how quickly I fell in love with her and she’s been the best dog ever. I can’t imagine leaving this little guy to potentially die from his injuries without a friendly face nearby.

*Knock Knock!*

The door opens and my heart stops at the same time. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen enters while carrying a clipboard and a stethoscope. She’s a petite little thing only reaching to my shoulders with long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, and crystal blue eyes that feel like they see straight to my soul.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Emma Miller. I hear you found this little guy in the woods?”

“Uh, yes ma’am. Hello there, I’m Austin Syverson. Yeah, I uh, I found him and he looks like he’s been abused.”

She smiles brightly and shakes my hand when I introduce myself and the moment I touch her soft skin, I can hardly think straight. Why the hell do I feel so jittery? It’s just a beautiful woman Sy. Get ahold of yourself. I tell her exactly what I found and she quickly starts examining him while speaking to him in a sweet voice.

“Hi sweet boy. You poor thing! I’m so sorry someone has been treating you so horribly. We’re going to take care of you, yes we are. You’re going to be good as new! I’m going to give you some fluids because you’re dehydrated little guy. Once we get some fluids in you, I’ll try giving you some food. How about that little man?”

I can’t help but smile as she baby talks to him while inserting an IV in his tiny arm and starting him on fluids. She examines the wounds more carefully before retrieving a pair of things that look like tweezers.

“If I had to guess, I would say this guy is about 10-12 months old. I suspect these wounds on his side are from a BB gun. Would you mind holding his head? I’m going to give him some pain relief in his IV to help him relax and then try and clean the area and see if I can remove them. We’re a bit short staffed at the moment with Dr. Robinson out and two of our techs calling in sick so I’ll need your help if that’s okay?”

“Fucking BB guns.” I murmur under my breath. Damn some people are just the worst.

“I’m happy to help.” I tell her quickly and take up residence next to the puppy’s head to hold him still.

“Thank you.” She replies quietly while concentrating on rubbing some brown cleaner across each wound.

I can’t help but watch her as she focuses on removing all four bb’s and placing them into a metal bowl. She’s so effortlessly beautiful and incredibly adorable as she works on the dog who seems to be feeling so much better with the medication and fluids that he has received. She sews up each wound quickly and efficiently. The pup seems to be almost as captivated by her as I am. When she’s done, he even attempts to wag his tail for her. Dr. Miller explains that he will need a flea and tick bath before she can dress the wounds because he has several fleas on him and she doesn’t want them getting into the incisions.

“Mr. Syverson, I hate to keep you from your day. Would you want to just come back for him in a little while? I have to do an exam on a yorkie with diabetes but then I’ll bathe him on my break and get his wounds dressed.”

“Sugar?” I ask.

“I’m sorry, pardon?” She responds a bit flustered.

I smirk as I see the blush tinting her cheeks. “The yorkie. Is it named Sugar?”

“Oh! Yes! Someone you know?”

“My grandma’s neighbor, Mrs. Clayton, has a yappy little yorkie named Sugar and I believe I overheard that it has diabetes.”

“Yes, well that would be her.” She smirks back.

“I don’t mind waiting with the little guy. Is it alright if I stay and help you bathe him? Since your short staffed and all?” I ask with my most charming smile.

Her beaming grin tells me all I need to know. “Sure, Mr. Syverson. Can you give me about twenty minutes?”

“Only if you’ll call me Austin or Sy. Mr. Syverson is my pawpaw.” I say with a grin.

“Alright Austin. I’m going to leave you with some wet food on the table for this little fellow, but can I trust you to only give him small amounts slowly? We don’t know when his last meal was so we don’t want to overwhelm his belly.”

“Yes ma’am.” I mock salute at her with two fingers and she giggles when she leaves the exam room. I swear the moment she did I was a goner. I need to find a way to hear that giggle more.

“Well little guy, it looks as though we are helping each other out, huh? You ain’t the only one broken and battered.” I say as I give the dog a small plastic spoonful of wet dog food that he almost swallows hole.

“What should I call you?” I hypothesize aloud while the pup continues eating sloppily from the spoon I’m holding.

“Since Dr. Miller here patched you up, how about Miller? We can call you Mills for short. What do you think about that? I like it.”

Emma finally returns to the exam room and is happy to see that the Mills has eaten the food I gave him and kept it all down. Due to the food, medications, and fluids he received you can already tell a slight difference in his demeanor.

“Let’s get you all cleaned up, shall we?” She says while carefully picking him up and carrying him to the back of the building before pausing. “You coming, Austin?” She asks.

God, I hope I will be soon. I think before I rush over to open the exam door for her and follow her to the back.

“You know, I’m breaking rules by letting you back here so don’t make me regret it.” She says to me teasingly as she carefully sets Mills into a large stainless-steel sink and begins to bathe him with medicated shampoo.

“You don’t have to worry about me, Dr. Miller.”

“No, if I have to call you Austin, you have to call me Emma. It’s only fair.”

“Well, Emma is a beautiful name so that will be easy. If you don’t mind my asking, where are you from? We haven’t had a new vet in town since Dr. Robinson came and that was probably ten years ago.” I watch as Emma carefully removes three ticks from his fur and want to outwardly cringe. Ticks are the devil’s bug.

“I’m from Alabama. I’ve only been in Texas for about a month but just started working in the office this last week.” She tells me as she very carefully continues to clean Mills.

“What brought you all the way out here? Did your husband get transferred out here or something?”

She side eyes my question with a smirk. “Nope, just the job. No husband or kids. No boyfriend either in case that was your next question.” She remarks sarcastically.

My stomach flips with excitement even though she caught on to what I was really fishing for.

“Well, I’m certainly glad you’re here. For Mills’ health needs of course.” I add quickly while gesturing to the pup.

“Mills?”

“Yup. Short for Miller, after the doctor who’s taking care of him.”

Her cheeks blush bright red as she runs a flea comb gently through his fur. “Well aren’t you just the charmer. I’m surprised Janet didn’t warn me about you. She’s been clueing me in on pretty much the entire town.”

“Ah, good ole’ Janet. She knows there’s no need to warn you about me. She’s known me since I was in diapers so that should tell you enough about my character if she didn’t warn you off.”

“That’s good to know. So, are you planning on keeping little Mills? Or are you wanting us to adopt him out once he’s all healed?”

“Oh, I plan on keeping him if that’s alright. As long as my girl, Aika, is okay with it I’ll keep him. Can’t imagine sending him off to a stranger after what he’s already been through.”

“Well, if your girlfriend isn’t on board with keeping him just let us know and we can see about arranging a foster for him until he’s able to be put up for adoption.” She says while stepping a little further away from me.

Girlfriend? Oh dumbass, you made her think Aika is your girlfriend.

“Aika’s my German Shepard. I don’t have a wife, kids, or a girlfriend either.” I said poking fun at her sarcastic comment from earlier.

Emma grins but just continues to rinse Mills off. She notices that one of his paws looks a bit swollen but she can’t find any cuts or wounds so she thinks it may just be bruised from trying to run from his abuser.

Once we get him dried off, I hold his head again for her to clean and dress the wounds on his side and I’m dreading leaving.

“So, I’ll need to see little Mills in 3 days to check his wounds and remove the stitches. I need you to clean and redress the wounds one time a day like I’ve shown you. I’ve got his medication and antibiotics here and a couple of cans of that wet food that you fed him earlier. I recommend continuing to feed it to him slowly so that his tummy doesn’t get upset. Nobody likes waking up to a dog throwing up or having diarrhea in the house. If he does okay with that food we can discuss increasing his food intake at the next appointment. Do you have any questions, Austin?”

“Just one. Can I get your number, Emma? You know, in case I have questions about your prodigy, Little Mills, here.” I add with a smirk.

“I’m sure you have the number for the vet’s office.” She smirks.

“That I do, but I’d like yours as well, please.” I ask with my most convincing smile.

“Alright, alright. Just don’t advertise it. The last thing I need is people like Mrs. Clayton calling me after hours.” She concedes with a giggle and I can’t help my boisterous laughter at the last part.

“Nobody wants someone like Mrs. Clayton calling them all the time. That woman would talk to a wall just to hear her own voice.” I hand her my phone and she quickly types her number and I save it under “Mills’ Future Mama” and smirk to myself.

I pay and make the next appointment for Mills and then head to the local pet store for a collar, leash, dog bed, and more dog food. Luckily, Mills sleeps on the ride home and I can’t decide if he’s finally realized I’m not going to hurt him or if he’s still drowsy from the effects of the meds he received. I head home and send Alex an update that I’ll be back at the site tomorrow.

When I get home, I bring everything inside before carrying Mills over to Aika and carefully introducing him. After the initial excitement wears off, Aika heads outside to the backyard and I’m relieved that she seems to accept him. She’s always been such a good dog so hopefully I can rely on her to show our little rookie around and teach him our routines.

I go about showering and eating dinner, but I can’t seem to get my mind off Emma. I obviously want to play it cool but she has infiltrated my mind to the point where I just can’t think of anything else. I know this is a bad idea but I can't stop myself. I decide to take a picture of Mills in his little bed and text it to her.

Sy: <attached image>

Mills’ Future Mama: I’m glad to see my namesake is adjusting to his new life. I take it that his sibling accepts him?

Mills’ Future Mama: Also, you’re lucky I opened that picture text. Typically receiving a picture from an unknown number is never a good thing 😖

Sy: Sounds like your mind is in the gutter or you have some seriously unhinged acquaintances, darlin. Aika has accepted him into the pack without hesitation.

Mills’ Future Mama: More like, men are nasty and will take any opportunity to send an unsolicited dick pic to even the most unwilling recipients. Glad you found the little guy. He seems right at home.

Sy: He is. You should come visit him sometime.

Mills’ Future Mama: Why would I do that when he’ll be in my office in three days?

Sy: Maybe to see his owner?

Mills’ Future Mama: I’d imagine his daddy will be the one bringing him back to my office though?

Sy: Alright then, how about I make you some dinner at my place? Say tomorrow at 5pm?

Mills’ Future Mama: Make it 5:30 and I’ll be there. Just know I’ll be sending your information to my best friend in case you try and murder me.

Sy: What type of people were you surrounded by in Alabama? 🤨

Mills’ Future Mama: I was actually in a super safe town. Just watch too many crime shows to make careless mistakes.

Sy: Smart lady. You can tell whoever you want, darlin’. I’ve got nothing to hide and I appreciate a woman who has some self-preservation skills.

Mills’ Future Mama: Trust me, I’m very skilled at many things. 😜

Sy: Damn woman, I’m trying my best to be a gentleman here. It’s not fair to tease me.

Mills’ Future Mama: Not teasing. Just stating facts. 🙃

Sy: Tomorrow can’t get here soon enough. Here’s my address. Any food allergies?

Mills’ Future Mama: Nope! I’ll bring dessert. I’m interested to test your cooking prowess.

Sy: You’re killing me.

Mills’ Future Mama: See you tomorrow!

Part 2

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