#oh for fic sakd fics

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im gonna send alice a thirst bc why not‼️‼️

ok so candance am i right?

candance is hot as shit imo i would be ridding her abs anyday i swear or her thighs

small hc i think her thighs and abs r so toned from fightingin the dessert and just watching you get off and moaning into her ear or sobbing while trying to look all pretty for her whiping your tears away is her favourite

candance also defo drfo DEFO hates seeing her baby cry shes not mean even if your a bit bratty she will punish you just for a but tho i mean how can she treat her darling like that unless shes cryingfrom all the pleasure your getting from her

and then theres dehya heheehehhe

dehya 🫶

dehya loves watching you trying to shut your mouth in a campsite as she fucks you inside the tent with her trusty strap she brought along.

now now dont be loud!! theres people around you and this is a tent if you moan loud enough their gonna hear you and maybe dehya will fuck you on display for all of them to see or maybe she’ll share you the possibilties make your stomach churn and fill with butterflies

another hc for dehya‼️‼️

dehya loves being gentle with you at the start but she cant help herself when shes so desperate sometimes she’ll just scissor you for hours just to fele you against her she’s fast n rough she doesnt care how many times you cum she just needs you :(

OH GOD AND IF YOUR TALKATIVE SHE PUTS HER HAND RIGHT ON YOUR MOUTH TO SHUT YOU UP MMMHHHHH just to say

“shh i know my lady just enjoy the feeling of being bittled by a dessert dewewller..heh? your into that idea sweet guess i dont have to hold back my lady”

god when she sakd that to dunhyzard my stomach was just AAAA TAKE ME

Anyways..

for my last brainrot of the day to you alice is my favourite purple and pink haired duo (ik this is long but ive been bored all day and ive nearly finished writting a fic that too forever)

miko just loves pranks especcially if shes executing it ei however is 50/50 if she finds it cute shes giving you small neck kisses with a smile if she doesnt your getting fingered for hours under a table untill you can cum

this gave you the perfect idea

as the two hot and influencial woman of inazuma spoke to eachother of the future of inazuma and protection you just get the perfect idea to get close to their left and right ear and moan as erotically as you could just begging their names out

miko was very turned on afterall her fox ears are sensitive and it felt as loud as you both actually having sex while ei is there blushing like crazy too your smirk and try to leave but “uh oh little one! seems my prey has been caught” you could feel the chills and sharpness of her nails against your wrist

As ei starts to manhandle and fondle your chest while miko bites your neck her fangs leaving small blood spilling marks to lick off

you can take both of their hands

“cant you pretty girl?” miko chuckles from the side. Shes very experimental she enjoys the pleasure of it and then feeling it from her two lovers afterall your not the only ones who love being fucked like crazy

ei smirks as she drawns into your neck as miko leaves her lipstick stains on your cunt thighs and face as a symbol of whats hers

they arent gonna punish you afterall!! they loved the prank infact they loved it so much you can cum how many times you want and control whatever just dont moan too loudly wont you dear?

-🤲 alice if u sont get this jst know my life was poured into this fr

CW//NSFW

WHY WOUDK YOU SEND ME THISWHBDELNDNA

IDK WHAT TO SAY THERE IS NOTHING I CAN ADD EVERYONE JUST SIT BACK AND ENJOY.

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okay. you are the esteemed lovely hana. i am a dust who is writing a fanmail. are we clear?! 🫵okay but to be a little bit srs for a bit. hang in there honey, exam is hell. deep breath and drink water okay <3 *grandma voice*

now!! the fanmail!! the confession!!!

okay so, this is hard :>>> but!! my fave fic from u is "omg we are matching!!" with "july rains" coming real close. like listen i am very isagi biased. and you are cooking with isagi being bracelet guy. like. i agree and love it so much in the way i am ready to hit a table repeatedly shouting "this is it your honor!!!!" at an imaginary court for some imaginary reasoning. but!!!! july rains is def the one that makes me go D: D: D: for i think a full minute. at least. like reading it really feels like a first love in a way that flutters my heart while also turning my world upside down. how do i put this??? but yeah there is that.

but with that, my runner up will be "july rains" and "2:55 am" because legit. sae's last line feels illegal. i want to cry. like this happen repeatedly in many of your writing but there are some stuffs you read that make you smile :((((( like a jane austen protag in love :((((( i think that's how i can put it best

okay. i think that's all i can say while still sounding sane. hopefully it sounds sane. ily hana muah muah <3

Let me start by apologising for the late reply. I'm so so sorry!! I was so busy today I had exam in the morning and then I came home and went out to buy some things and I just returned and got the chance to properly use my phone😮‍💨

YOU are the esteemed one POPON I was smiling so wide when I got this ask I can't even begin to describe how happy I was so YOU are the esteemed one and I am a dust just writing fics🫶🏼🫵

I want to say that I absolutely get it lol. When I was planning about which character would match what with the reader I just knew that isagi had to be bracelet. He couldn't be anything else in my mind and I'm glad you agree and that you liked it sm. And July rains oh my I remember it haha the writing process was very simple lol it was raining and I wanted to write a fic but I wrote sm reo and rin that I diverted towards nagi😭😭😭 I wanted to make people feel the first love moment so 🤪🤪 AND JANE AUSTEN PROTAG IN LOVE????? ISTG THAT IS THE BEST THING SOMEONE HAS EVER SAKD ABT MY WRITING POPON I AM BLUSHING SO BAD😳😳😳😳😳😚

again I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for sending this text it made me feel very appreciated and it made me feel like "yea yk someone reads my writing and gains happiness from it and likes it" and that made me smile so wide because the thought of it is just dbdbdbdb. So thank you for taking your time and sending this I love you and appreciate you sm🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼😘😘

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Please Do Daddy

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Ask: @viking-raider asked, What if Daddy checked your SM, for whatever reason, and found you posted a kinda naughty photo. What would he do?

Warnings: ddlg, daddy kink,non conventional little space?(little in a sexy mood) bdsm, derogatory names, dark/dom! Walter, swearing, sexual threats(consensual), spankjng threats, reader is a little brat, spicy/almost smut

A/n: so this took a fery different turn and became borderline smut. Sorry @viking-raider if this wasnt what you had in kind, my horny brain ran away with me 🥺🥺 This is from the angle that even a little can be a fithly sex kitten too.

Walter growled as he made his way into the house. Slamming the door behinde him. He was on a mission, an important personal mission.It took him a matter of seconds to stride through the house, bypassing the kitchen stairs and living room and made it to the back door.

And there you were, well your silhouette in the opaque window sitting on the side of the new hot tub. Clearly having the tine of your life as you flicked your feet in the water.

He paused, tipping his head to the side as he heard the low beat of music playing from inside the small hot tub house.... was that hanky panky? Madonna. Fuck. He grunted palm itching to cease his naughty baby bear and redden your hide. You were such a brat on the phone today, hexd been counting the mineuts untill he ha finished his paperwork from his latest solved case and could return home. Little did you know he was takeing a weeks vacation now, so he had all the time in the world to toy with you. To treat you like the naughty baby you were and parade you naked throuh the house, keeping you on the edge of cumming so you remain noce and wet for whenever the mood struck him and he could rut you into a lusty drunken haze. You may be his baby girl, but you were also his wonton sex kitten.

He shook his head ridding the images of past holidays where he had fucked his frustration away. Though this time would be more then three of four days, the promotion gave him more dyas off, and he intended to use all of them to the fullest. He smiled eyeing the party shed. It was one of the best things he'd done since moving here, when he decided to get the hot tub instead of a below ground pool he was only planning on the basics. Hot water and jets with a little cover and somewhere to hang the towles.

In the end he got one with seats, lounger, jets, lights and built in music player with a big old privacy 'shed' surround ...That had opaque frosted glass windows... and sliding doors and an outdoor shower... and outside kitchen slash bar attached. Yes he will admit things had got out of hand quickly but it wasnt entirely his fault, sy was a surprisingly good carpenter and diy extraordinaire a talent he had found since leaving the forces. His cousin had jumped for joy when walter had said for him to 'knock yourself out' with the plans.

Walter stalked forward slowly, useing all histraining as he crept along side the party shed. He eased himself in without making a sound and slipped himself into the corner behinde you.

His jaw dropped as he saw your swimsuit in person. Tiny pink and lilac strings that glittered in the light... but that was it! It was fucking strings of fabric criss crossjng over your supple back. Arching high over your hips.

You wiggled cutely to the music doing your little happy jig enjoying your own little party. It was only now he could spot the small mermaid doll in your hand. He couldnt help smirk even in the most provocative swimsuit and naughty song playing in the background you were still his cute little cub.

He huffed through his nose like a rageing bull. His body tightened, cock jerked. He cleared his throat loud enough to make you yelp and jump, spinning around so fast you lost your balance on the edge of the lip and plunged into the water.

"d-daddy? what are... what are you doing home early?" You whimpered as you moved slowly through the water kneeling on 9ne of the seats your tiny fingera curling around the rim of the tub as you blinked and spat out the water from you mouth.

Walter frowned and blinked eyes skimming the threads that were a the most sorry excuse for a swimsuit he had ever seen. The top barely covered your nipples both threatening to pop out frommthe deep v that almost reached your navel, held together but the same tiny criss cross strings on the back and sides.

You looked down and yelped quickly ducking down in the water making your shoulders submerge. Your tummy flipped unease creepjng across your face as you took in walters solid form. Feet planted wide, arms cross and a less then impressed look across hos face.

"Phone." The word was accompanied by a hand being help out waiting patiently for the device to be placed in his hand. You hesitated wondering for a moment if your earlier tantrum over the phone had lost yor the device for a few days.

"What? No i dont hae it... its not here i swea;" the lies were out before you could stop them, luckily... or unluckily walter wasnt letting you dig yourself a hole today... well no bigger then the one youd already dug.

"Now cub." His firm voice was nothing to be sniffed at and you hung your head reaching over to the towel that had your phone safely tucked away from the water. But stopped as walter crossed the small space and began unraveling the towel.

"Daddy what are you;" you cried as walter took the phone from the side of the tub and unbeknownst tp you disconnected the internet and 4G and flicked it onto aeroplane mode just for good measure. He didnt want to risk anyone accidentally seeing his babydoll in the next hour or so.

"Come on out" he uttered holding the phone up and flicking it to video recording you. He grinned to himself he was going to enjoy this more than he thought he would.

"Out? But my swimsuit" you uttered eyes growing wide as you realised you could be in bigger trouble then you previously thought.

"You didnt mind showing the internet, why is it a problem now brat" it was then you realised youd pushed your daddy too far with the provocative selfies posted on the internet. You had been attempting to get a rise from him. Especially when he'd phoned asking about the naughty pics, youd teased him about his jealousy and pushed all his buttons. You had so much fun being a brat that you hadnt even flinched when he'd warned you about the consequences when he got home. You had planned on getting out the tub and cleaning the kitchen and livingroom and ordering in his favourite dinner to get out of trouble. But he had got home a few hours early and there was no escape from what ever he had planned.

"Well i err... its not"

"Good then you can get out for daddy, nice and slow baby girl" he directed making sure to get a good veiw as you slowly rose from the water. He groaned watching the beads roll down your skin. Fucking hell. He almost lost track of time as you climbed from the hot water and stood on the floor before him, doe eyed body shivering. Not from the cold with the doors shut it was like a sauna in here no it wasnt the cold. It was arousal.

You were two peas in a pod, though you were his little baby doll, his princess who he would never let any harm come to. You enjoyed your special play times just as much as he did. At first he was ashamed to admit the fear and trepidation in a naughty subs eye turned him on like nothing else, he had learned to embrace it. Especially with you.

"Thats a good girl, now why dont you do a spin for daddy? Hmm show daddy your pretty little swimsuit" he encouraged. Stepping to the side and tapping the screen to make the lense focus.

You swallowed dryly and began to turn stiffly, your body growing hot under the intense gaze of you huge papa bear. You knew he wasnt going to go easy on you, the tight denim of his crotch was enough of a warnjng. Daddy was hard and ready to fuck, but he hadnt pounced you yet. He was going to play. You whimpered as your body quivered in need, your nippes suddenly puckering at the thought of being held accountable in the most rapturous of ways. Your toes curled jnto the anti slip tiles below your feet as you finally made it full circle and faced your daddy.

"Fuck princess you know how to tease huh?" He grunted shifting on his feet, one hand comeing to his waist tugging his jeans trying to ease the pressure on his hardened cock. His eyes couldnt stop roaming over you as you spun for him. The water trickling across the curves he knew too well, the supple rise and fall of your delicious body, a delicious body begging to be bitten~

"Im sorry daddy" you uttered, breathlessly trying not to rub your thighs together as he held you in jis heated gaze, pupils blown wide making him look both sinister and drop dead gorgeous. Like some tempting devil ready to coax you into the most luxurious sinful ecstasy.

"Ah ah ah. No no its okay cub, your fine... your very fine~ infact daddy thinks your so fine he wants to... have a little keep sake... a momento of his brat being a tease" he spoke slowly, letting you soake up his words and mull it over for a few seconds. He maybe irritated and want to have some rough sex as punishment for your behaviour but he wasnt that much of an asshole to record you secretly without permission. He'd never take things further then you were comfortable with.

"Momento? like what daddy? Pictures?" You quized stil. Slightly dazed from the way things were turning out. Excitment and arousal thrumming through your veins making you dampen your swimsuit, thighs rubbjng against one another as your needy princess parts greedily sought out any friction it could find.

"No princess, daddy wants to make a little video. A private one just for us." He chuckled shaking his head stepping closer and waved the phone at you slightly drawing your attention to it, whislt still recording the your pitifully needy form.

"I... i dont know daddy?" You admitted but walter could see through the innocent naive act. Your pupils were growing wider, your hips rocking and squirming on their ownna testament to just how horny his little cub was.

"Aww dont tell me your camera shy now brat. Besides it ,iht do you good haveing a little video to remind you of how naughty girls are corrected." He teased you lowly whislt aslo informing you of his intentions. You moaned loudly before bitjng your lip, trying to keep the noises to yourself and have some semblance of self control.

"Hmm? A little video to remind you how bad babies have to bend over and have their bottoms blistered? To remind you of how sore it is sitting on your hot bottom as daddy fucks yout throat? How uncomfortable it is to have daddy fuck you from behind with a tender tush" walters words were dripping with promise, dangling a delightful torment infornt of you willing you to take the bait. He was waiting, humming and hissing the most perfect threats making you melt before him. Trying to force you to your knees with little more then teasing words.

"Oh daddy please~" you whined to him inching closer, locking eyes with him. You were salivating at the thought of fallig prey to him. You wanted everythjng he was offering. You moaned as one of his hands cupped your cheek, thumb tracing the apple of you heated cheek. The trailed down pressing insistantly to your lips.

You opened obediently sucking the wide digit into your mouth and hollowed your cheeks suckling as hard as you could. Making sure yo look at him and the camera still pointed at you. He moaned a deep ferocious noise rumbling from his huge frame. He pulled his thumb from your mouth and began smearing your own spittle over your lips and licked his own lips eagerly before smirking.

"Please what? Please dont choke me on your cock? Please dont spank my naughty bottom? Please dont fuck me for hours bent over the hot tub? Please daddy~ please dont record me being your little fuck toy, please papa please dont punish me?" Your heart just about stopped when his condescending words echoed in your ears. The cruel sadistic tease made your knees quake below you.

You couldnt form coherent thought let alone words! Your mouth moved trying to form words but it was futile. He chuckled and let his hand drop to your chin tipping your face up to him whilst stepping closer, completely swallowing your entire gaze. He tipped his head to the side stareing down at you and gave a fake pout mimicing you. And then his head dropped further skimming the shell of your ear with his nose and scoffed into your skin warming it.

"Or please do?~" he asked sinisterly before latching onto your lobe tugging the soft flesh into his mouth and bit just enough to make you wince.

"Pl-please do daddy" you squeaked out completely lost in the hypnotic lust. The weightless arousal that flowed through your body like lava finally winning over what ever trepidation or fear of consequence. And more importantly granting permission to start a scene and fuck every hole you owned whislt recording the entire thing.

"Thats a good girl, now turn around a show the camera that naughty little back side of yours" he hummed patting your cheek making you grin at his praise before turning on the spot eagerly and bending over the side of the tub. You grinned to yourself, youd started the whole scenario because you were horny and needed attention. And you were pleased, you were getting exactly what you wanted. Unbeknownst to you was that walter was aware of this, and he wanst just playing into your hands. Oh no, this was gojng to be a punishment, if his baby doll wanted to cum she will. Again and again and again untill she was a sore boneless mess of a woman weeping and begging for mercy whislt straddling his cock.

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Thicker Than Water chapter four

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Summary: Pandora and Sherlock succumb to their bond, but not in the way they intended to.

Warnings: Vampire au, fluff, Life mates, implied vampire feeding.

Wordcount: 3000

Sherlock's fangs fell out of their sheath, long piercing fangs. They were not the kind of Hollywood. Much thinner coming to a frightful point, they are designed to pierce thin veins after all. With no thought to how he looked Sherlock quickly lapped the bead of ambrosia from his finger. Your tiny bead of blood was still enough to ignite his senses, he could still taste it. The mythical taste of sunlight and spring, new birth.

He growled a pleased purr, and kept the tiny morsel on his tongue for as long as possible, clamping his mouth shut as not to sully the taste of you with the airs scent. His eye rolled back, a shiver trickling down his spine like tiny pin pricks rolling across his nerves.

You stood gaping at him, seeing him transform into a fabled sultry being. All languid movements and ethereal strangeness. He looked like a beautiful beast, you were drawn to him, morbid curiosity forcing your gaze to linger on the fangs. The fierce weapons he had embedded in his jaw.

He licked his lip, letting you see the slim point of one dangerous tooth. You couldn’t help wonder what it would feel like to be fed on. How the fang would impale you, so sharp you’d barely feel a thing. Or so they say. Its said that most humans didn’t know they were even fed on until it was too late and their predator had darted off into the night. Or they fed during sex, the bite being timed with an orgasm heightening the pleasure as you climaxed. You gasped at your own thought, a flashing image of you and Sherlock entwined with one another in vigorous love making.

Sherlock seemed to snap out of his trance by your gasp. He froze and glanced at you before stepping back not trusting himself after having such a euphoric taste of you. He was even more certain you were his heart now. The tiny half droplet had been the most incredible thing ever to graze his tongue.

"I’m sorry. I did not mean- your scent is maddening" he offered pleading you not to be afraid whilst forcing his fangs away and calming his eyes that seemed to contract and expand like some odd fluttering dance intent on hypnotising you.

"M-my blood?" You stuttered, willing yourself to stay calm. And also curb your curiosity.  You tip toed forward and rose a hand to him, only to pull back and cradle it to your chest. You were unsure how safe you were, touching him may set him off. Sometimes it was easy to forget he was a predator

"Your blood, your scent, the shampoo you use, the lotion on your skin, the softener on your clothes your nectar, everything!” Sherlock’s voice escalated into an almost frantic irritation. The usually composed man was loosing his patience he hissed  tearing his gaze away and inhaled some deep breathes.

"Nectar?" You uttered quietly, wanting to draw his mind somewhere else, yet unsure how. Talking to him seemed the best way but... you’d never had to talk a vampire down before.

"The dampness of your arousal. It drives me mad." Sherlock hummed shifting on his feet bringing a hand to his mouth covering it for a few seconds before turning to you locking his red eyes onto you. Pinning you in place with little more than a look.

"You drive me wild, yet tame me. As if a ring master at a circus, commanding my every move when you are around" his words began to flow freely. He sounded haunted and love struck. Frustrated and elated. It was odd but pleased you. 

"And you have no idea, no clue to what you are to me? No sense of how important you are, I would tear down empires for just a single taste of you" his voice fell into some strange deep octave. You wanted to call it lustful but it wasn’t, it was something much more powerful. A need, a craving that stirred his most inner beast. You could see it, the red pools seemed to darken into these eternal pools of sin.

You couldn’t help clearing your throat, humming to yourself trying to blink away the dangerous thoughts roaming your mind. The exhilaration ran through you as you locked onto the last words he had grunted. Taste of you. You wanted it, wanted him, his fangs his thirst. Everything! You wanted him to overpower you, to kiss you again, to hold you down making you wither below him as he took everything he needed. Fucked and fed as he pinned you to his sheets soiling them with your own arousal and blood. It was tempting, the thought itself forbidden in its own seductive darkness.

"T-taste? You mean? A-are you hungry?" You tempted breathlessly wetting your lips as you yourself felt parched. You wanted to quench your thirst for this dark god before you. One tiny taste of his simmering lust was enough to coax you into the night. You wanted the experience. You had since the moment you set eyes on him but now was the only time your courage would let you ask.

"I am parched, nothing helps. I’ve been unable to feed properly since meeting you. I have just enough so I do not go rabid" Sherlock finally gave in lapping his lips, still rolling his tongue around behind his teeth between his words. His eyes were like beacons, glowing red with desire beckoning you to him.

You leaned forward slightly and drew a sharp breath as he met you half way, inching closer before dropping his hands to your hips and then slid them back to settle on the curve of your ass. You shuffled on the sink counter unconsciously trying to tuck yourself against him.

It was when his head dropped once more and he rumbled quietly against you. His nose ghosting your ear and neck in slow languid swipes along your skin. Like lulling gentle waves, back and forth in some dazed swaying. It was sensual and made you whine, reaching for him. Your hands seemed tiny when they dropped to his thick forearms, squeezing them. You almost moans feeling the contrast between you, he was cool, hard and huge the hair on his arms was smooth yet coarse against your soft palms. He really was a proper man, even before his turning. And despite clutching at him he was still too far from you.

"Oh god; I err you can, I mean i-if you need to, I can help..." you muttered cutting your own words up still half dazed from the juicy thoughts that had plague your lust addled mind.

"You’d offer a vein to me?" Sherlock’s lip quivered as he could barely contain his grin, shivering as the thrill of possibly piercing you with a fang. It was erotic sending waves of sweet ecstasy to his groin. H could feel himself stiffening at the implication of coiling himself around your tiny frame and biting you, drinking in the elixir of life and finally claiming you for himself. Because that is exactly what he bite would do, it would mark you. He scents would linger the pheromones from his saliva and fangs would cling to you for days.

"Y-yes I... trust you and you did heal me so... I do owe you a top up" you uttered quietly, almost afraid to speak to loud in case you’d wake and find this was all a dream.

"Incorrect, you do not owe me anything, not a single thing." Sherlock paused seeing you deflate the way your sweet scent became thick and sickly made him frown. It took him a few moments to realise you were embarrassed, you thought he was refusing you.

He held you tighter fearing for a moment you would try to flee from him. Your face was down turned, eyes closed and refusing to look at him. Shame coursed through your entire body. How undesirable did you have to be to have a vampire refuse to feed from you? How stupid were you to think that kiss had been more then a spare of the moment thing? That Sherlock was serious about you. It hurt.

 But just as you were going to apologize a cool hand cupped your chin lightly, and then twisted you to face him. Your breath caught in your throat as you saw the handsome male almost pleading with you.

"However, I would like to feed from you if you’d allow me?" He added delicately Slowly tilting his head letting his curls fall across his face. He didn’t move to swipe them away, instead he held your gaze in his, the rubine eyes glittering at you. You swallowed and drew a deep breath before raising a shaking hand to him. The urge to see those perfectly inhuman red irises uninterrupted was too much. Your fingers lightly grazed his forehead as you moved his hair back from his face.

Sherlock closed his eyes momentarily revelling in the light touch, it was almost loving. He could convince himself you felt the pull, that even in your human form your bond was strong enough to urge you towards him. He smiled blinking at you before stepping taller, inching his feet closer and then ducked his head to yours. Pressing his forehead to yours and locking eyes with you.

You shuddered from the intensity; it was a cool heat sending shivers down your spine yet igniting you. It was a thrill and not a cheap one. You must be going mad because you could almost hear him speaking to you with nothing more then his gaze. He was asking you for permission whilst burrowing into your soul. He was both inviting you into himself and conquering your very being. Everything about this odd pull was whispering 'come and play' willing you to take his hand and let him lead you into the unknown.

You didn’t know what it meant. What the literal sense was and in that moment you didn’t care. Consequences meant nothing, there was no ending, no afterwards. There was just here and now and the intoxicating sexual tension and blind acceptance.

"So little one? Would you allow me to taste you? To partake in your ambrosia and feed?" He whispered; you almost missed the hushed words. If it wasn’t for his breath caressing you with each syllable and the lingering taste of his minted breath, you’d have said you’d been imagining it.

"I-I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mean it, but I've... never done this before" your lips moved of their own accord replying to the huge pleading beast with little thought. Your words just as quiet as his as if you were unconsciously mimicking him, trying not to break whatever haze had washed over you both. Was this what it was like? Was this his coercion? Were you in control or had he used a supernatural ability on you to get his fill?

As the thought crossed your mind you disregarded it almost instantly. No. This was you, your decision. Your unsure how you knew,  you just did. Call it a gut feeling or sixth sense. What ever it was you knew Sherlock wasn’t forcing anything. He was simply asking.

The grin across his face was brighter then any you’d even seen. Beautiful and pure, it was joy. Relief and excitement. And you couldn’t help but smile back at him shyly. Before you could ask how you go about feeding one of his kind his lips descended on yours in a delicate kiss. There was nothing needy this time, no pining or desperate longing. It was gentle sweet and almost innocent. You hummed and followed him as he pulled back.

He chuckled as you chased and placed two, three, four more kisses to you before twisting and littering your cheek with kisses and began muttering soft promises of being gentle with you. You practically melted as he made oaths between his light playful kisses.

"Right then okay. Okay I will err here?" You stuttered as much as you told yourself you were frightened you couldn’t deny the thrill. The excited pull flipping your stomach as you slowly tilted your head revealing your neck and enjoy tried to coaxing his kisses from your cheek to the typical feeding vein.

Sherlock sighed and pulled away as if you’d burned him, he was visibly wincing. You felt a cold stabbing in the put of your stomach and jerked back form him worried you’d offended him. But before you could escape his hold, he moved placed a cool palm to your neck. Your sudden fear and anxiety made his question himself. Was he taking advantage? Swindling you for his own benefit? The question felt heavy in his mind, sharp and insulting. No. The answer was almost deafening. You had offered of your own free will he was merely accepting. Besides this would leave his scent on you.

"Not here little one, I'll not pierce your neck like a pay-per-bite blood wench. Come" he uttered and curled his arms around you hips hoisting you to him dragging you off of the counter cupping your bottom. You squeaked locking your legs around him as he stepped back and turned.

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The Stand In Chapter 16

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Summary: it's the morning after the night before and both you and Henry unveil all your feelings openly whilst lost in your own afterglows. But as the day wears on, you soon realise when Henry said he wouldn’t hold back any longer he meant it. Not that you were complaining.

Warnings: Adult Situations 18+ NO MINORS, Smut, dub con, almost voyeur, exhibitionist Kink, Slight Daddy kink, Role play, outdoor sex, p in v, creampie, unprotected sex, swearing, fluff

A/n: okay so this took ages and yes, I know but I'm afraid my muse takes as long as it takes, which sucks for me as well as you. If I'm not in the mood to write a particular fic then I don't force it because that's when as a writer you get stressed and begin to hate the fics you once loved. Anyway, I do hope you all enjoy this long-awaited chapter.

Thank you to @eldarwen333 for proof reading this long chapter~

Word count: 14k

You moaned throwing your head back, yelping and whining, undulating your pelvis in slow circles. Two mighty hands held you, moving you up and down over a set of wide hips impaling you on each downward stroke. Your own hands pinched at your nipples and rolled them around.

"Fuck yes, that's it, baby! Good girl! Go on rub your tits for me." The growl of your lover made you open your eyes and stare down at him. Your breath caught in your throat as you saw him. Henry, your Henry. A magnificent stunning thick stallion of a man that had spent the night making the hottest, sweetest and most feral love to you.

Henry’s jaw was locked, he growled over and over through clenched teeth, jerking you down on his thick cock again and again, trying to last as long as he could in the new position. He had been fucking up into you for a good five minutes slowing every so often to let his impending orgasm fade only to start hammering away again. The slow tease was maddening, pulling tears from you, your own end gaining on you almost cruelly. But now he wasn't teasing. Now he wanted to spend himself inside you once more and he wouldn't last. But by the sounds of it neither would you.

"Ah fuck, daddy, please!?" you wailed, losing yourself to him, his lust tipping you over the edge, making you go down in a blazing glory. Your climax hitting you just as hard at the others, you cried rocking faster into him moaning and panting. Your body held him, tugging him deeper and deeper, desperate for another trembling orgasm that you’d acquired a taste for during the long night.

You trembled, sobbing in wordless thanks once more, your vision became black and your pussy twitched before gushing over him. Henry followed close behind you, digging his fingers in to your hips holding you tight, stuffing you full forcing your quivering body to accept every inch and every drop. You crumbled and collapsed over him tipping forward falling to his chest whining and moaning as your body caved, shivering in the aftermath of such a delicious release, melting over him like the spent woman you were.

Henry couldn't even catch you, he was locked tight, muscles cramping as your body milked him for all he was worth again. He huffed, groaning low like a beast panting over your shoulder harshly. With a relieved chuckle he felt himself tense, balls jerking up tightening with his release, pumping into your delectable body again, claiming you for himself, flooding your tight pussy. It was heaven, he felt complete and at ease. Henry just couldn't get enough of you, as soon as he had fucked you full, he wanted to go again, and again.

You whined breathlessly eyes closed, mouth open panting. He grunted and tipped his head down, wrapping his arms around you holding you tightly to his sweat slicked chest and began littering you with kisses making you giggle and squirm tiredly. Henry took the hint and moved letting you scoot back and slide off of him with a hiss as his softened cock left your tender slit.

You sighed and snuggled closer to him, curling into his side tired but content. Grinning like a love sick fool when he rolled his shoulders and tugged you flush against him.

"Daddy? Babe, why have you been holding out on me all night?" he teased sweetly, nuzzling your neck nipping at it playfully.

"I didn't mean to call you that, it just happened?" you hummed, shrinking into him feeling shy over the pet name you’d cried out when lost in the passion. You half expected him to laugh at you.

"Well, it can happen any day. Fuck, I can't believe I managed to snag myself a kinky little miss! Any other kinks you want to share?" You just flushed pressing your face into him wanting to hide the stubborn blush as your unexplored kinks crossed your mind. Being a virgin left you with nothing but your imagination for sexual exploration and that meant fantasies and erotica. And erotica led to developing kinks.

"There’s more? Fuck me!" Henry exclaimed, chuckling to himself smirking at the possibilities.  All the kinks and fantasies you’d want to explore, he could only hope you were open to a little roleplay, because he himself couldn't help wanting to fuck you in character.

"Give me a minute, love, jeez," you replied, making you both laugh. Henry placed a kiss to your damp shoulder. Over the course of the night, you'd awoken three times and made love. He was addictive, you couldn't help yourselves each time you'd only meant to kiss and snuggle, but before you knew it you were on top of one another, unable to get enough of each other.

"I’m knackered, you've worn me out, love," you said with a tired stretch, and rolled onto his chest from the side slumping over him. It was something you'd noticed he liked, he kept dragging you to lay over his chest tucking you under his chin. And honestly you loved it, you felt safe and loved, and his chest hair grazing your nipples wasn't a bad thing.

You sighed, burrowing your face in his neck, drowsy and ready for another power nap. Your shyness had gone somewhat during the night. You got used to touching and being touched, you'd snuggled and explored him, he had been just as patient as he always was. You were comfortable whilst having sex. You were eager to let him toy with you and take your body, teach you things. But afterwards you got shy and a little self-conscious.

Slowly but surely you both came down from your highs. Pants beginning to even out and you both fell into a comfortable silence snuggling into one another. You huffed, wincing, feeling him already seeping out of you onto the already stained damp sheets dotted with wet patches.

You moved to get up and make a dash for the bathroom again, feeling the need to wash him away before you dribbled his cum everywhere.

"Hey? Nope! You are staying right here," he teased, coiling around you using his weight to pin you to him, laughing as you began whining and squirming.

"Hen, I’m fucking- I'm leaking!"

"That’s fine, I can always top the tank back up, love." You huffed at his answer and relaxed falling limp in his arms with a small smile, albeit slightly uncomfortable and shy, feeling yourself leaving the sheets messy... which meant you'd have to try and sneak them to your mother’s to wash. That’s going to be fun.

"Just so you know, I'm not sharing now...Your mine, I’m yours and I’m definitely not going to keep my hands off you... Mathew can go fuck himself,” Henry broke through your thoughts, resting his chin on the crown of your head. You huffed a sigh and tipped you head up to him.

"Honestly? After all that shit over the sex scene, I fucking hate him. I'm polite because I know I'm going to have to still work around him but..." Henry uttered before heaving a big sigh but remained on his back looking to the ceiling. You felt the uneasiness from him, as if he was anxious and found it hard to believe you actually wanted him.

"Henry, look at me, please?... Love, it’s-" you prompted, rolling to your front leaning over him on one elbow, your chest resting tightly against his, mirroring his breaths.  You felt the way he paused, a shudder rippling across his form. You glided a hand over him, tracing gentle lines across his wide abdomen and chest, his neck and jaw, and finally cupped his cheek, pulling his gaze to meet your own. His eyes were fearful, anxious but hopeful. You swallowed. The two deep pools were serious yet unsure, now that all was said and done, he wasn't as confident. There wasn't any regret but... he seemed to worry that you would regret sleeping with him.

All you could do was smile sweetly and take a deep breath. This was it... Now or never. Time to confess everything. To explain from start to finish, open up and be as honest and open as you could be. You took a breath and steeled yourself.

"Henry, it's always been you... I've had a crush on you for ages...Years," you said, and began glowing, flushing under the admission.

"I know, people talk, love. I’ve been told many times," Henry hummed, raising a hand, dropping his eyes to the fingers that twisted the loose strands that fell over your face.

"Oh shit, r-really? When?"

"I didn't believe them until Weatherspons. You fell asleep on me in the taxi on the way back, Tee threatened me to stop going after you if you'd be just a fuck." He shrugged, still not meeting your gaze, anxiety leading him to avoid it at all cost as his fingers rolled around your pink locks.

"Oh my god... I slept on you? How could I not remember that?!" you admonished with a half laugh, feeling completely blindsided. The rise in your voice made him chuckle and lock eyes with you, grinning like a little shit.

"You were drunk... Slept like a baby, it was also the first time I kissed you too. Right here," he said, tugging you closer by your trapped lock of hair and planted a soft kiss to your head in the same spot from all those months ago.

"But even before that, before you became my Keira, they had been trying to help me get the balls to ask you out," he spoke with a genuine smile, calming considerably, the momentary doubts waning as you both just laid there being open and honest. The true start of both of your feelings pouring out. No anger or fear or jealousy hanging over either of you. Just two lovers talking about how their love bloomed right under each other's noses.

"So, you knew I liked you and you liked me. Why didn't you say anything?" you asked puzzled by him. Surely, he could have just come and spoke to you. I mean he was an amazing, talented, kind and handsome man. Did he think you'd shoot him down if he tried to speak to you?

Henry opened his mouth to reply, then paused chewing his lip for a brief moment and shuffled closer holding you close, running the tips of his fingers up and down your spine in a soothing repetitive motion. Then finally he found his words and spoke thoughtfully.

"I was nervous... you see I- I haven’t dated for a long while. I've been burned in the past and I just..." He bit his lip and used one hand to smooth back the damp curls falling over his furrowed brow. He let out a huff and peered down at you holding you tighter with one arm locked around you, as if he were afraid you'd run off and leave him here as he truly bared all.

"Honestly, I was a little frightened by just how attached I got to you in such a short space of time. I suppose? I wanted to fuck your brains out and have you to myself within a week. So there was instant attraction, but you were just-" He bit his lip locking eyes with you watching you carefully, he was anxious. The nerves and tension growing as he dug deeper and began telling all. Being truthful with not only you, but himself. The words poured from him one revelation after another.

"You’re not who I'd usually go for? It shook me. This was- There was something much more here, I could just feel it. I was pulled to you and it was daunting." You frowned tilting your head away from him, only really hearing his first sentence. The rest drowned out by the feeling of you heart being ripped out. ‘You weren't what he usually went for? Of course, you weren't! You’re not an athlete, or a gorgeous six-foot, size ten stunner! But why had he? Oh god... OH GOD?! This was a game- a prank- he really was just bored and wanted a fuck! How could you be so stupid! You let him play with you! Make you think there was something here, when in fact he just wanted a lay!’ You closed your eyes feeling the stinging threat of tears as they welled. You drew a deep breath as instantly you felt used, betrayed and ashamed of yourself. You had to get out of here! Had to escape!

You pressed against him sitting up to pull away as he spoke the hurtful words. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry as your heart began to shatter. But he didn't let you get far instead he grasped you, coiled his arms around you and held you tightly not letting you get far.

You whimpered and tried shaking him off, yet he hushed you, tutting as he realised you'd taken the words wrong. He shushed you, whispering to stop being silly, his hand cupping your chin pulling you back to him making you look at him, wanting you to see the truth in his next words. He needed you to know and understand just how much he cared. That you'd blown every other woman out of the water. That there was no other, that he couldn't compare you to anyone who has come before. Because no one can compete with a soul mate. And there wasn't a single doubt in his mind that you were his.

"No. No, don’t be silly my love, listen just listen. I didn't mean it like that, sweetheart. I meant I was afraid of my attraction to you, silly girl. But as I watched you, heard about you and saw the fun bubbly person you were, I wasn't afraid. I couldn't be anymore because I knew why.”

"I realised my instant attraction and love was something beyond anything I’d ever felt. I learned quickly that I had to have you in my life. When I met you, I realised what I’d been missing, realised I'd been looking in the wrong places for the love of my life." You drew a breath holding it as his soft words echoed around you, smothering you in a warmth and reassurance you'd not felt before. But Henry didn't stop, his words continued to spill, he seemed in awe of you, beaming at you and releasing half laughs unable to contain himself.

"But I knew I didn't have to look any further. Y/N, you are everything I have ever hoped for in a woman, my dream girl. The one I want to have by my side. The one I want a life with. I cannot imagine not having you beside me. You have me. You own me- mind, body and soul. It’s frightening but so incredible. I trust you, and love you and by God, I promise to love you as long as you want me. Even if you decide I'm not for you, I will probably still love you just the same." His words became choked, low rumbles and slight hisses as his own eyes began filling with unshed tears.

He was overwhelmed and vulnerable. More vulnerable than ever before, this wasn't anxiety or nerves or even true fear. This was a very guarded, careful, sensitive man pulling down his walls and letting you peak behind at the kind, gentle soul he truly was. And you felt honoured. Swearing in that moment you would always love and protect him.

"Oh god, Hen- I? That is just so- I can categorically say I feel the same, Henry... I love you. I love you so much, it's unreal, and this is much more than anything I could have dreamed," you replied, grinning through your tears and wrapped both arms around his neck, sliding on top of him, pressing kisses to his cheek, sniffling trying to hold yourself together.

"You are the life partner any woman on the planet would die for, I pinch myself each and every day just to make sure this is real, that this is happening," you muttered into his neck, holding him tight not wanting there to be anything between you.

"Because I really don’t understand why you like me, or why you want to spend time with me. It’s insane that somehow I really have won your affection by being nothing more than the nerdy, geeky, naive little twat that I am." Your own admission came easily. No embarrassment or shame. You loved him and now was the time to let him know. Neither of you had a reason to hold back now. You wanted to be open with him, you needed him to know that nothing about this was one sided.

"Honestly, Henry. I just- I really can't figure out why, but I'm so fucking grateful for every single moment you want to spend with me. Every kiss and smile is just so precious. I want you to know that Henry, I really do. I know I get shy and stuff, but," you drew another breath before letting out a small chuckle. "I do honestly love you. Big boy hissy fits and all," you ended with an impish grin, pressing a kiss to his lips. He met you halfway, moaning into you as things began to get heated once more.

"And you wanna know something else to stroke that ego of yours, macho man?" You grinned, teasing him whilst pawing at your eyes, trying not to be too pathetic over this heart to heart. He cocked a brow and eyed you cautiously. 

"What’s that?"

"Your one of the reasons I begged Tee to get me a job here on set." He moved to his side resting his head on the pillow facing you, stroking your cheek lightly.

"R-really, you wanted a job here because of me?" he asked, dumbfounded over the idea of you going so far just to get a chance to see him.

"Mmhmm. It was a big plus for me. I even practiced in the mirror at home on how I was gonna ask for an autograph and selfie." You flushed at the admission, but it was true. You'd stood in front of the mirror giving yourself a little pep talk, trying to find the right words, the perfect mix that you wouldn't forget or screw up. You didn’t want to be seen as a crazy fan girl or an idiot.

"But when you got here you avoided me. How were you going to get an autograph and a selfie from ten feet away?" Henry chuckled lowly, his own mind conjuring images of you red faced and stuttering. Much like when he'd first began interacting with you. He would have found it endearing had you found the courage to ask for an autograph. Hell, he would have haggled with you, a date for an autograph and given you a selfie on the date!

You hummed and nuzzled into him, seeking his warmth as an unusual morning chill seemed to cut through the bus. But then again it could be because you were completely naked, half hanging out of the covers. You shrugged, speaking once more trying to excuse the way you'd avoided him so much.

"I asked Tee to get it for me, she said no. I don’t know why, but once I got here I- I was a little intimidated. You know that whole never meet your idols thing? I'm pretty sure it’s the same for celeb crushes."

"Ah, so that’s why you ran away so much? Fangirl superstitions," he chuckled, pressing another kiss to your lips stealing your breath for a few seconds. You moaned, kissing up to meet him, welcoming him, eagerly meeting his probing tongue with your own. For some reason the kisses seemed more relaxed, intimate but not as needy. Loving. You pulled away as his hands slid lower, creeping over your hips and resting on the swell of your ass. He squeezed and held you tightly against him.

You gasped and nipped at his nose when he merely sent you a smirk and subtly arched his crotch into you, rubbing himself against your own nakedness, drawing a bright blush to your cheeks.

"I swore I was discreet, but Tee disagreed. I thought she was just teasing."

Henry rolled back, lying flat on his back once more. Dragging you to rest your head on him, pinning you to him like a second skin. Not that you minded lounging over the huge warm male. He was a delightful pillow.

"Discreet? Sweetheart, you squeaked, turned red and bolted like a spooked horse if I got more than twenty feet near you. I'd hardly call that discreet," he faltered and heaved a deep sigh, and began tracing slow patterns on your back, gliding circles and lines across your form making you close your eyes and melt into him lapping up the sweet gesture. He seemed to need the contact, wanting nothing more than to continue to touch and snuggle you.

"It used to upset me. I wanted to get to know you so bad, but you'd always scamper off and... I..." He moved, tipping his face to your head, kissing you lightly. You smiled, wriggling closer to him trying to hide your blush in his chest.

"I thought I'd done something to frighten you," he mumbled into your hair, trying to chase away the feelings of fear and doubt he'd had all those months ago. It had been gut wrenching to think you were frightened of him for some reason.

"No. You didn't, I only ran because of my crush on you... I mean, shit, I've had a crush on you since I was a little girl- well young teen... Wow, that sounds a lot creepier out loud than it did in my head," you hummed, trying not to fall asleep on him, only to snap out of your foggy haze once you realised how creepy that sounded.

"No... No, it doesn't. It’s quite cute actually, fate almost. And you know I’m quite a possessive man... The idea of you being smitten even back then, before we even met, makes me very happy. But let me guess, Superman?" He reassured you with a light tease and then questioned you.

"Nope, Tudors. Back then I thought you had a cheeky grin and cute butt," you added, smirking at him wriggling your brows. It was true, he had a cute butt! One you couldn't wait to get your hands on.

"And now? Here lemme just-" he said sitting up and rolling over, throwing you off of him to the side, making you grunt and bounce on the springy mattress. Before you could complain about being on the cold side of the bed, he had peeled back the sheet showing you his ass wiggling it side to side, taunting you.

"Come on love, what do you think? Does my ass pass inspection?" he teased, as you laughed and without a thought you pounced, throwing caution to the wind and grabbed his butt, giggling as he yelped when your palms slapped the two tight cheeks and squeezed tightly, grinning when he yelped, not expecting you to be so bold.  But you just cackled as you finally got your hands on his tush.

"Definitely firmer than I thought, but that’s not a bad thing. You have a delicious ass, Mr Cavill, one I shall enjoy to the fullest." You falter for a second, realising what your comment could have meant and opened your mouth ready to talk him down, you didn't want him thinking you were expecting to be allowed to play with his ass. God forbid! He may just run for the hills.

"Hey, don’t threaten me with a good time," he said, spinning around and pointed at you playfully. You gaped a him. ‘What the fuck?! Holy fuck! HOLY SHIT HE’S INTO- JESUS!... I might fuck him... he'd let me fuck him!? Why the hell is that hot?... fucking fuck! I would so do that... but no- no pegging... not yet just breathe, he was joking, he didn't mean it. Or did he?' Your thoughts ran wild, images of you behind him, holding his huge powerful hips and taking him for yourself crossed you mind.

You could almost feel the thick masculine hips jerking and twitching under your fingertips. Hear his moans and quiet gasps as you carefully rutted into him. Being gentle in your arching movements per his request. Your hand slowly trailing below him nails scratching his happy trail before capturing him at his base with a tight squeeze. Fucking hell. You never really thought about topping a man before, but with him? You would definitely enjoy having him at your mercy.

"What? I don’t mind a bit of ass play... I mean, I can't expect to have yours and never repay the favour... Gotta make your birthday worthwhile." You squeaked at him, squirming slightly as you felt your tender walls tense, your pussy spasming at the promise in his voice. Fuck, he was going to ruin you. Completely and utterly destroy every innocent thing about you and unleash the lustful minx within. You smirked as more naughty thoughts came to mind. Things you'd seen in porn and read in books and fanfiction oof! Fuck!? Fanfiction?! You mind revelled over the many role reversal fics you'd read. Of him! His characters begging and pleading for their ladies to have mercy. Ball busting scenarios of having a huge hunk caged and strapped down for your own pleasure. To think that he would indulge in anything like that made your throat go dry, words dying on your tongue and a soft wheeze being the only reply you could muster.

"O-oh fuck me," you uttered under your breath, shivering violently.

"Oo is it time already? I thought you'd need more time to recover. I must be losing my touch. You know what I need? Practice." You squealed as he dived at you, pouncing and pinning you down below him, making sure his weight wasn't crushing you, yet still held you still.

You yelped, giggling as his fingers danced over you tickling across your ribs and began to smother your chest, rubbing your boobs before capturing one mound in his hand lifting and squeezing it before dipping down open mouth poised to start his wooing once again.

"Oh- god Henz, love, no, nooo, come on we're having a heart-to-heart, love. Feelings before fucks, love!" you squealed laughing, craning back trying to escape him. You had learnt during the night, not only did the man love your boobs and seemed to be at his happiest whilst lathering them with kisses and soft bites. You also had a thing for it, he had managed to coax you into sex all night simply by worshipping the two globes. His mouth on your boob just made you wild. But for now, you wanted some more pillow talk. You just wanted to relax and chat with him some more. You were enjoying finally letting it all out. Admitting things that had made you worry for so long, things you thought were silly one-sided thoughts and feelings.

Henry flicked his eyes up at you seeing your pouting face, lip jutted out and eyes pleading him.  He sighed before tipping forward pressing a sweet kiss you the taught nipple before him and then pulled back cupping your whole boob rolling it in his palm thoughtfully, before grinning mischievously and wriggled his brows as he began speaking.

"Oh fine, you win, for now... And on the topic of selfies and autographs, I’d offer them now, but it seems pretty pointless on the scale of things considering I just flooded your little pussy." Your face must have been a picture, as he bellowed out a loud belly laugh and quickly tucked his face into your neck and rolled pulling you over him once more and continued laughing into your neck.

"Oh love, don’t look so shocked!"

"H-Henry don’t say stuff like that! It’s embarrassing," you finally stuttered, managing to get passed your own frozen shock.  He really was a little shit! 

"No, what’s embarrassing is how fast I fucking nutted the first time... But I'm hoping your orgasms made up for it. You seemed thrilled," he hummed amused, still releasing the odd chuckle, feeling much better now that all the emotional baggage had been offloaded. For the first time in a long time, he was finally at peace. Nerves and anxiety all washed away and now he felt alive and free. Free to love and tease you as he saw fit, knowing that you were both finally on the same page.

"Henry stooop," you whined at him, glowing brighter and brighter.

"And seeing as you have been my brave little fangirl and admitted to your crush and mirror pep talks, I suppose it’s only right to share a few of my own little secrets. One time at-"

"At band camp?" you uttered, prodding his side whilst giggling at him hoping he got the reference and you didn't look like an utter fool. He shook his head chuckling again.

"No no, those stories are for another day. No, one time I queued behind you, waiting to talk to Lauren and Tomasz... You know, I froze and couldn't think. I got so embarrassed and tried to get the balls to speak to you," he calmed down throwing a hand behind his head, relaxing into the mattress below letting you slip off to his side resting on his chest listening to his heart, waiting for him to continue.

"I was going to ask where the loos were just so I could ask you something. And then Joey came along and caught me staring at your ass... he gave me stick over it for weeks! Anya and Freya cottoned on to." His other arm wrapped around you, tugging the blankets higher as you shivered from the cool air of the bus, the ac kicking in.

"Seriously? Toilets? You wanted our first conversation to be about toilets?" you scoffed, shaking your head giggling at the thought. Even asking such a silly question would have been enough to make you freak out back then. You have no doubt you would have made some random fangirl noise, had a nose bleed and passed out. You closed your eyes sighing. The both of you really had come a long way, each battling your own fears and insecurities to end up together. It made your heart swell; you both did good. You were both brave in facing everything because the payoff would be worth it. For you at least it was, you honestly couldn't describe the feeling of being here, loved and completely accepted.

"Sadly enough, I remember it like it was yesterday. Fumbling over my own thoughts, trying to think of anything to talk about but the bloody weather. That was actually the first time you gave me a stiffy," Henry purred out, being honest with both himself and you. He wasn't embarrassed by how things had started, the blunders and freakouts he endured when first talking to you, nor was he embarrassed by the things he had done beforehand.

"That night I gave in too. I ended up fucking my fist all night. Those leggings you wore; the zebra print ones, are dangerous and I approve. I even got a fleshlight the other week... Of all things, you drove me mad enough to buy a sex toy. I was just too close to just fucking the daylights out of you in the middle of set." He had no shame, he liked you, pursued you and in doing so loved you and was loved in return. He didn't care that you knew he was insanely attracted to you. Or that he used to have to fuck into his fist most nights he filmed with you because he couldn't get over how sexy you were.

You glowed bright red, heart skipping a beat and held your breath. 'I... oh god, he- he's got one of those?! For me?!OH HELL YES! FUCK, THAT’S- WHY IS THAT SO SEXY?! Yes, I just- should I ask to watch? Is that too soon? It’s too soon, fuck, I wonder if it’s a clear jelly one. Fuck just imagine watching? Seeing what he does on the inside! Ah fuck!' You shivered at the thought, nipples hardening from the enticing images revolving around Henry and his toy.

"Well, I don’t know what to say to that...I’m sorry you had to buy a sex toy?" You whispered, voice low and husky trying not to give away the fact you want to find this toy and demand he use it in front of you. You wanted to watch him fuck himself to you, crying out your name and soil the fleshlight you had caused him to buy. You apologised but you didn't mean it, not by a fucking long shot. The idea was too erotic.

"Nah, it’s fine you didn't know you were being a tease... Though if you really wanted to make it up to me you could always let me fuck your magnificent ass sometime? After all, you have been teasing me with it," Henry replied, none the wiser to your less than innocent thoughts revolving around the new 'self-help' toy. But quickly tried to turn things around in his favour.

"I have not been teasing! It just wobbles like that normally... give it a few months then we will talk about any err... anything back there," you snipped at him, and then paused giving the idea some thought. I mean you had always wanted to try that... just not yet.

"You’re probably right, I’d need to train you tiny ass anyway." You rose up on one hand giving him 'the look' a half frown, half smirk. But he just grinned cutely at you and shrugged.

"What, I know I'm big love, I'm gonna plug your ass until I can fuck it. Okay, okay, I'm sorry for warning you about training your asshole," he caved when you continued to stare at him knowingly.

"You're a dick," you huffed, shaking you head and laid back down on him yawning, your eyes feeling heavy. But then again, a few rounds of glorious sex would do that to a girl.

"But one you wanna treat, huh, babe? Get all up and personal, a little hands on shall we say," he teased you, walking his fingers down your spine to your bottom.

"You trying your luck there, babe?" you deadpanned at him, still flushing trying not to be affected by his teasing. But it was hard not to, after a night of incredible sex he seemed to be holding nothing back. And he was a very, very randy boy, it would seem.

"Maybe... by this point I'll take anything I can get. You can hop on and wriggle anytime," he offered and shimmied his hips side to side playfully making his point.

"Idiot."

"But I’m your idiot," he replied, making you snort and press a kiss to his chest.

"Absolutely," you agreed wholeheartedly, trying to fend off the stupid anxiety that seemed to be hiding around every other word you spoke to the man.

Silence fell over you both and you sighed feeling comfortable but realised you were being watched. You frowned and tilted your head up to him, giving him a confused look. He was just watching you calmly.

"What?" you asked, finally cracking under his gaze.

"Nothing, I just love looking at you is all. And I want you to know that this? You and me? This is it for me, Y/N... I knew from the moment I saw you and now that I've got you, I'm not letting go. You’re mine." You shifted, craning you head up further and blinked shyly.

"And you’re mine?" Your words were soft, they held a quiet finality as if letting him know this was the last chance he had to abandon you. It almost hurt you to ask but you knew you needed this last confirmation. The seconds felt like hours when he held your gaze silently.

"I'm yours, babe...And it’s a package deal: you get me and a furry son!" he admitted, putting all your fears to rest with his reply.

"And you have me and a new baby Joey," you announced sweetly to him.

"Pfft, nothing new there, she's been mine since the day we met. Why do you think she listens? She knows I'm her daddy. So do you apparently," he scoffed, admitting something you both already knew. Before winking at you at his final tease.

"Oh my god, Henry!" you complained, cheeks heating up as you realised he wasn't going to let your little slipup go any time soon.

"What? It’s not bad, it was fucking hot...Now give daddy some sugar," he grunted, puckering his lips but remained just out of reach. You laughed and shuffled up the bed to meet him, planting a needy kiss to his waiting lips. You felt like you were sealing the deal and claiming him once and for all. It was the best feeling in the world.

After your relaxing heart-to-heart, you had both had a short power nap. You awoke tangled up in his arms, his fingers drifting over you, tracing lines over your skin. At first, he was connecting your tiny freckles and moles in a languid relaxing dot to dot game, placing the odd kiss to your skin where he could reach. It was gentle and romantic, his eyes following each motion of his fingers almost in awe of you.

His fingers didn't shy away from you, not even your stretch marks, the sliver lines that almost shimmered under the sunlight. You tensed slightly, feeling him ghost the unattractive lines etched into your skin. But instead of pulling away he traced them, you peeked at him when he followed the stripes on your love handles. You were somewhat frightened of his reaction to them. You expected disgust, a cringe or frown something negative. Yet he gifted you a soft smile, his eyes alight with glee, love and unbridled passion. His lips parted and he breathed out 'beautiful, absolutely stunning' under his breath still believing you were asleep.

You could have cried: you absolutely hated the stripes across your body. They were meant to be undesirable and gross, a turn off. You hadn't worried about them much during the night. It had been dark and you were frenzied; far too eager to fuck one another than to actually pay attention to the little details.

His hand drifted lower and lower across your hip, over your slight muffin top and down. You gasped, squirming and giggling, finally giving away you were awake. It had been that slight tickle that had started a tickling war, when you'd prodded him back trying to find a sensitive spot.

You giggled, rolling around on the bed, squealing as you tried to out manoeuvre Henry as he littered you with kisses, pinching your bottom and tickling you, playfully wrestling, batting at one another playfully prodding and tickling one another as you did so. Kissing and dodging one another whilst shuffling around under the sheets.

"TINKS, TINKS, WHERE ARE YOU? HAVEN'T YOU GOT REHEARSAL?!" Joey called inviting himself into the bus announcing himself loudly.

"FUCK, JOEY?! DON’T JUST COME BARGING IN!" you yelped, quickly pulling the covers up over yourself, unintentionally tugging the sheets completely off of Henry as you did so as the door was opened. Somehow Joey had bypassed the two guard dogs and entered the bus reaching the bedroom undetected by you or Henry.

"Tinks, you okay? It's not like you to be in bed this laAGH- FUCK! MY EYES! MY EYES!" Joey cried and quickly slapped his hand over his eyes as he saw more of Henry than he ever needed to.

"JESUS CHRIST, JOEY?! What’s the matter with you? I told you not to come in!" you scolded, panicking, placing a hand over your heart about ready to have a bloody heart attack. It was only when Joey pointed in Henry’s direction yelping incoherently, you looked seeing Henry’s hand trying to pry some of the sheets from you to cover himself.

"Oh fuck, Henry- shit, Joey! Look away! The fuck is wrong with you?! Hen- here take the sheets, shit, I’m sorry love, whoa, wait let me cover up too," you babbled, trying to keep an eye on Joey who was creeping backwards out of the room only to bump into the wall, as well as cover Henry and keeping yourself under the protective covers. It was, to be frank, a fucking shit show.

Finally, you could breathe. Both you and Henry sat up fully covered in the sheets leaning on the headboard. Henry was blushing; cheeks a bright red at being caught with his pants down. Literally.  But you got the feeling he was also happy? A tiny smug smile hiding underneath the embarrassment. 

"HONESTLY, JOEY?" you yelled, picking up a pillow from the bed and launching it at him, making him yelp from the impact. He tore his hand away from his eyes and caught the pillow.

"WHA- I WAS COMING TO CHECK ON YOU! I THOUGHT YOU WERE ILL! I DIDN'T EXPECT TO SEE HENRY’S WANG FLOPPING ABOUT THE FUCKING SHEETS! I NEED A FUCKING THERAPIST! THAT IS NOT FUCKING NORMAL!" He shouted throwing the pillow back at you looking paler than normal.

"Fucking serves you right for barging in and ruining my morning treat..." Henry grunted, crossing his arms pouting like a child, still beet red but also flattered he was equipped enough to make the man need therapy; it was a compliment to be honest.

"Henry, stop your sulking; there are plenty more mornings," you huffed, bumping him with your shoulder trying to shut him up, whilst still glowering at the bard, staring him down.

"But I was looking forward to round five," Henry whined shrugging, slumping back onto the headboard smirking to himself, slowly calming down over the whole surprise visit.

"FIVE!? WITH THAT THING?! JESUS- Nope. Nope, just nope. Okay, that’s too much information. I’m gonna head out... Holly sent me to check on you, Tinks. She said you’ve got ten minutes before she comes to get you." Henry laughed Joey off, waving a hand at him before turning over in the bed, huffing out a small ‘whoohoo, ten minutes' and began to cover you making you huff.

"Nope. There will be no whoohooing, Henry. We got to get up. Thanks, Joey... I think?" you scolded the huge male before calling out to Joey as he left quickly, shaking his head at you both. But you saw the grin. Despite his yelling you got the feeling he was happy for you both.

"I can do a lot with ten minutes, love," Henry uttered, nipping at your lip lapping at it and then hovered, giving you bedroom eyes trying to entice you into finishing what you had both started before being rudely interrupted. 

"Well, Mr Cavill, I can't. So, let’s throw some clothes on and get in the chairs. We only have a few bits to do today." you hummed and poked his nose before somehow wriggling from underneath him and slipping out of bed and scampering out of the room, leaving the door open. You heard a grunt and the slapping of a heavy hand missing you, hitting the bed as he tried to capture you.

"The only bits I want to do today is currently walking away," Henry whined, leaning on his elbows choosing to admire the sight for a few second.

"Fantastic view, by the way, I love your ass's cute little jiggle. I can't wait to be the cause of it," he preened, making you squeak and dart into the bathroom poking your head around the corner to give him the evil eye. But all he did was laugh out loud and begin sitting up shuffling to the edge of the bed.

"Oh shush, you!! Come on, get up. Last thing I want is more surprise visits," you beckoned him, trying not to stare as he waltzed down the length of the bus butt ass naked. Fuck, how in the hell did he manage to fit! You flushed as he paraded towards you smug and without shame. You tore your eyes away from his cock as he got closer and ducked into the wet room style cubicle.

"You know if we were still in bed, they wouldn’t come knocking. They'd hear enough to know were busy," he purred, entering behind you, quickly yanking you back to dodge the freezing water as you flicked on the small shower that hung in the room.

"I promise the bed will still be there tonight, Henry," you hummed, patting his hip and turned pressing a sweet kiss to him.

"Oooh look at you. One night of superior super sex and you’re already using it as a bargaining chip. I do believe my sweet little Tinkerbells has become a ravenous little nymph overnight," he teased, making you roll your eyes at him.

"Daddy likes. Daddy likes very much," he purred, nuzzling into you, ushering you both forward under the spray. Dear God, what have you done? One night of sex and he was a cheeky fucker.

Surprisingly, you both managed to get ready for the day with minimal delay. And to your surprise, Joey hadn't run around set telling everyone about what he had seen. You had expected him to run his mouth and tattle to just about everyone, but the man had shown restraint. Who'd have known?

But that wasn't to say word didn't get out quick. When you both arrived at the makeup trailer Anya, Freya, Joey and Tee were all ready and waiting. Each throwing curious glances as you both barrelled into the small space, holding hands. Kal and Joey staggering behind you both. The latter being carried up the stairs by the former.

Honestly, it was as if Kal had forgotten the pup had legs of her own. He was constantly carrying the pudgy pup now. You didn’t mind so much, Kal was very good and never strayed far, so with him around you knew Joey was less likely to wander. Kal loved her too much to let her out of his sight.

It was only midway through your make up that Holly growled and hit you in the head with her comb. "How am I gonna cover this shit, Y/N..."

"Don't blame me! He did it... not like I can chomp my own neck!" She quickly turned her head to the man in question and struck him with her comb as well.

"Ouch- wait, hey, that’s not true! It is your fault for misbehaving, trying to wriggle free this morning," Henry cursed under his breath pointing at you.

"You’re heavy!" you grunted out at him, rolling your eyes.

"I told you, I had it," he countered.

"You didn't have shit! You collapsed!"

"I did not, you moved!"

"Ooooh, this sounds kinky, do tell?" Joey finally interrupted the light hearted bickering from the side lines. The others leaned forward trying to figure out just what you were both on about.

"Fuck off, bard, ain’t you had enough trauma for one day?" you bristled playfully at him. But Joey didn't stutter, instead he turned his next comment to Henry, playfully teasing you without even speaking to you.

"Oh someone’s in a mood. Henry, why don’t you see if you can cheer her up?"

"Tried this morning, but you interrupted," Henry shrugged, putting Joey on the spot once more making him go pink and stutter. You chuckled at the outcome; you were not going to let Joey forget that. And who could blame you? That was your ace in the hole... or not if you really thought about it.

"Wait a minute? You two finally did it! Oh god, Yay!" Tee squealed clapping her hands whilst you flushed a bright red and avoided her gaze, not giving her a response but your silence was enough of a giveaway.

"I fucking knew it- pay up, Freya- where's Tomasz, he owes me too!" she began yelling excitedly.

"Oh- god, Tee!? Shut up, there doesn't need to be a fucking announcement about us having sex!" you scolded her, trying to keep your head straight as Holly began adding more concealer to your neck growling at you to stay still. But you could see the sly smile on her face.

"Well, I don’t know? I’m for it, I mean, it’d piss of Mathew- hey Tee, can you tell him, where I can see?" Henry added, peeking at Tee who laughed louder and nodded to him.

"Sure thing, Hen"

"Shh-Henry, Tee?! Behave, both of you!" you hissed, and moved a hand out swiping at Henry, lightly grazing his arm making everyone chuckle louder.

"Soo, how was it? Did he fuck you stupid or what?" Tee asked not bothered in the slightest that there were others there.

"Tee! Shut up! I’m not having this discussion right now!" you grunted out.

"Why? You don’t want them to know you’re a brat?" Henry teased with a wolfish grin.

"Oh shit, already?" Tee asked, tipping her head to the side playing along whilst watching to see if she crossed a line. You huffed in your seat. This was normal for Tee. You rolled your eyes as Henry began speaking.

"Well, I'm not one to kiss and tell, but for such a little thing she's quite a needy brat and was put in her place. She doesn't like waiting.” Henry cast you a quick glance in the mirror worriedly. But you smiled, you knew what he was up to. Giving them something to gossip about whilst not really telling them anything.

"HENRY!? I was not put in my place! I flipped you over! Or did you forget that little detail!" you played along, making up a few white lies just so they would leave you alone after.

"Well, you kind of were, love, after all you did end up doing as you were told."

"You fucking- OOO I’M SO HAPPY TODAY’S A FUCKING FIGHT YOU’RE GOING DOWN," you hissed, crossing your arms and slumped in your seat.

"Yeah, on you evidently," he quipped with a smirk, sending the others into another giggle fit. You shared another look in the mirror feeling the change in the room as that seemed to be enough to placate them and the topic quickly changed to other goings-on on set.

"Okay, that’s it everyone. We can wrap up there until tonight. Well done, Y/N, Henry, it was perfect. We have tweaked some dialogue for the end so need to reshoot that later on, but apart from that it was brilliant," Lauren called from behind the cameras. You and Henry panted, both dropping to sit on the floor. Fuck that was worse than you thought it’d be. It was one thing practicing fight scenes and choreography in your work out gear, but another thing entirely to do it in costume.

"Fucking hell, how do you do this all day?!" you grunted, wiping your brow hoping you didn't fuck up your make up. God this was hard work, harder than you thought it'd be.

"You get used to it after a while. Here," he replied with a reassuring smile, handing you one of the bottles of water one of the others had thrown him, before opening his own and chugging half of it down.

"Come on, gorgeous. Let’s go relax for a bit and read the new lines," he said, groaning as he got up and held out a hand to you. You smiled taking it, standing up and both made your way to the edge of the wooded area you'd been filming. Henry picked up the script that now had some new lines scribbled onto it.

He settled down under a huge tree. You followed him, slowly going to sit next to him as he relaxed against the tree trunk. He shook his head and pulled you to sit on his lap back against his chest, he was going over lines. Slowly he kissed your revealed shoulder where he knew there was a love bite below.

"You did amazing today, love. You kept up well. I’m surprised after last night," Henry praised. You squirmed at the mention of last night. Your activities were still branded in your mind, you couldn't help reliving a few memories whilst filming as he grunted and growled over you whilst 'fighting'. You'd been turned on for the duration of filming. And were quite flustered. Five. Five times you had to go over it, again and again to get the best of everything, from all angles so they had lots to choose from when editing.

"Are you okay? You can't sit still today, love?" he mused out loud with a grin, knowing full well why you were struggling to sit still, his teasing touches, stolen kisses during the fight had taken their toll. That and between takes he would coil himself around you, muttering sweet words in your ear and shyly thanking anyone who congratulated the both of you.

That and he had made sure to up the ante, making his angry growls lower, grunts louder and Geralt snarls fiercer during the scene. Today he wanted to overwhelm your senses, threatening to melt you into a puddle in the middle of set. He was pretty darn proud of himself when he saw your nipples hard and the shallow pants became half moans of 'pain'.

"I’m fine, love, just anxious to get these fight scenes over with and move on. It’s my first full on fight scene that isn’t magic and stuff, is all," you sighed, leaning back on him and tipped your head up to him kissing his jaw.

Henry groaned and ducked down stealing your mouth in a quick tongue filled kiss, unable to go more than a few hours without tasting you. Then with a smile pulled away, nudging your face with his nose and dipped down tasting the skin of your neck. You didn't think anything more of his kisses. Instead moving your eyes over the words he held in front of you trying to memorize the changes.

But Henry had other plans as his kisses travelled lower on your throat and shoulder, they were faster, accompanied with small grunts vibrating through you.  You gasped, feeling Henry begin to pull the back of your dress up your legs. Growling lightly at you when your legs got caught. But he overcame his obstacle by pulling harder making you bend your knees and give you the script.

Suddenly both of his hands descended under your skirts, forcing your thighs over his lap and yanked your costume from under your ass. It was only then you realised what he meant to do and panicked.

"Henry, what are you, noo no no no- Henry, no, we can't!!" you said quietly, looking around like a frightened rabbit. Inside you were screaming quite the opposite 'fuck fuck fuck! Out here- on Geralt’s lap?! FUCK YES THANK YOU JESUS! Fuck but- no no... just calm think rationally, someone could walk up and see... but what would they see? Just you sitting on his lap, the dress hid everything... and fucking Geralt in the woods? Oh god, it’s the dream. Big growly witcher lodging himself inside, taking his little mage like a big bad alpha witcher- fucking your brains out in the middle of the woods for anyone to see... NO! No, no. We are not getting into exhibition kinks hours after losing our virginity!'

"Oh, but we can love. Be a good mage and sit nicely for your witcher, hmm? After all you owe me. You were a very naughty mage, weren't you? Sneaking away and stealing, causing such a fuss when you were caught," he replied chuckling, teasing you in a strange Geralt-Henry character mash up. He moved his hands: one tucking itself over your thigh, fingers tugging your undies to the side, while his other hand unbuttoned his own costume below. Knuckles brushing your ass as he loosened just enough buttons to free himself. 

"Henry, noo, I'm sore," you protested as he pulled his cock out from below you and shuffled you back. You held our breath trying to fight off the moans and weak mewls that would only egg him on.

"Yes, and I'm hard, don’t worry, I just want to feel you. I'm not going to fuck you out here in the woods, woman... Well, unless you start wriggling." You bit your lip, fisting your skirt in your hands trying not to give away what you were doing below the huge fabric hiding the both of you.

You sucked in a breath, leaning back up against his chest as he finally lined himself up. One hand slipping over your now uncovered mound two fingers spreading you apart for him. The action made him lean forward and smirk against your cheek, humming low in his throat, pressing soft teasing kisses to your cheek whilst grunting and panting in your ear.

"Wait! Wait, okay, just the tip, okay. Okay?" you offered meekly. He chuckled shaking his head at you. Before nipping your ear making you pant as he suckled it for a few moments, his fingers drifting past your soft lips and delicately roaming over your clit, prodding and circling it until you were gasping and squirming in his lap, grinding against him trying to chase his light fingers.

"Just the tip? Oh, come on, sweetheart. Do you really think you'd be happy with that? Now hush, just let the big bad witcher enjoy his sweet little mage?" You held your breath and swallowed, he waited poised at your opening, lightly drawing the tip of his engorged cock over you.

The length of his heavy cock slotted between your thighs, following the curve of your slit, resting just below your humming clit. You whined feeling the throbbing heat of his velvet skin between your lips, your own budding arousal wetting them. He moaned into your shoulder and arched slightly warming his cock against you but remained mostly still against you.

You didn't realise at first but he was waiting for you to give him the go ahead, to let him claim sanctuary in your quivering little heat. You flushed and looked back at him with a coy but shy smile blushing before nodding to him, giving in. You can't resist your undying need to fuck this glorious man. He had sparked your lust, set you free from your fear of intimacy.  And now you wanted him, wanted to explore with him. He grinned and with little to no resistance you were filled; a slow and intoxicating feeling of him easing himself into your body.

He let out a low witcher growl that made you shudder. He paused for a moment and hummed into your ear using his Geralt voice, sinking into the character easily whilst in costume, treating himself to a little fantasy of a sexy roleplay.

"That’s it, good girl, fuck- such a good girl for me," his moans and grunts fanned hotly across the nape of your neck. Accompanied by the deep throbbing of his cock igniting your tight passage. You whined, rocking back slightly, arching into his chest humming as his medallion dug into your back through your dress.

"Tell me, mage? Is this why you want to travel with me? You’re desperate for your witcher to fill you morning, noon and night?" he uttered, nipping at your delicate skin, letting his fangs drag across your neck. One hand curling around your front, clawing his fingers and pulling you closer, pressing his blunt nails into your lower abdomen and rubbing, pressing to feel his cock inside of you. You sucked in a breath before letting out a silent plea. Wordless and desperate.

"Hen-Gera-Fuck? I'm sorry-" you uttered, trying to think, unsure if he was really trying to stay in character for a little role play or not? You weren't sure, your inexperience showing, making you flush brightly, you weren't sure what to do or say. All you knew was this man’s voice was lethal and his cock heavenly.

"Geralt, fuck- babe, call me, Geralt" he called huskily, grunting and humming his pleasure, gently urging you to fall into the role play with him.

"Geralt! Agh~ I- shit, please, noooo- someone will see," you hissed, scrunching up the paper in your hand as he fed you much more than 'just the tip' and you were thankful because he was right, you did want more than that, you wanted everything.

"Oh god, say it again. You whimpered it so sweetly, such a precious little thing. Needy and pliant," he groaned quietly into your neck, as you wriggle, putting up a tiny fight as he somehow flexed and pushed against your insides with light pulls of his abdominals.

"Geralt- wait it’s tender. AH!" But your little complaint was soon quelled by a surprised moan as he tugged you down, forcing as much of himself as he could. You clenched. The feeling of being stuffed and stretched around him was too much to take without chasing something.

"God, that's much better. Such an obedient little witch. Fuck you feel like paradise," he purred, arching every few moments, making you quiver around his girth.

"Oh love, that’s so sweet, ugh God yes, you’re so fucking soft and hot I can't tell if your swollen little pussy is trying to suck me in or squeeze me out.” His voice dropped another octave sending you into a full body shudder, pin pricks crawling across your skin leaving you a sensitive mess of hormones in his lap.

"I'd stop clenching if I were you, mage," he warned, rubbing his stubble over you as you continued to tense over him, your body reacting to his perfect invasion.

"I'm trying, I can't help it," you whined, fisting your hands tighter, clenching your fingers in a knuckle white grip as you tried to stop yourself from rocking on him. But it was no use, he felt too good. Perfectly painful, his cock wide and unyielding stretching your tender body to suit him. It was a subtle, undeniable dominance that made you weak, yet feel desired. You felt empowered almost by the way he couldn't control himself. That he had to have you. It made you feel like a red-blooded, sexy woman for the first time in your life. It was addictive. 

"Well, try harder, love, you don't want to be fucked out here, do you? Like a common whore being ridden out in the forest? Or perhaps you do? Hmm? A slight fair maiden claiming innocence, but is in fact a desperate little harlot seeking out the big bad witcher from the tales? Tell me, is this what you truly desire? A forbidden fuck in the woods, with a mutant monster that will leave you a weeping mess in the dirt," his tease was something dark, a dare of sorts, filthy words and half moans spat at you threw grit teeth.

Your breath left you lungs in harsh pants, he had you. He knew exactly what he was doing. Coaxing you into the gutter to play his game. And you followed willingly like a loyal pup. Nervous, naïve but wanting.

You closed your eyes with a shiver, his voice was not his own, Henry was no more. This was another male below you, and other beast. A fabled witcher. Geralt of Rivia himself. You moaned feeling yourself constrict around him once more at the thought. Your insides quivered, stomach clenching tight.

You arched and stretched out your legs, rising up on your knees trying to pull away knowing you were going to end up cumming over him just from his voice. Henry chuckled and bit you on your shoulder. You tensed pressing back towards him still inching higher.

But he wasn’t having any of your little escape plan. With one hand creeping into your hair, he curled his fingers into a fist. His other wrapping around your waist, hand curling around you tightly and jerking you back down almost violently. You yelped loud as his thick length breached you once more prying you apart with a hot throbbing cock, searing your insides with a pleasurable pain.

"Agh- agh ffffuck! Fuck, please- please, Geralt, I can't!" you begged, unsure of what you were actually asking for. Henry seemed to have an idea as he chuckled darkly in response, pulling your head back making you look up into the tree branches.

"You asked for it, you needy minx, now bounce for me, love," he purred, placing a soft kiss to your strained neck. You bit off a groan, trapping your needy whines behind your lips gnawing on them as he began to move you. One arm was all it took for him to begin thrusting you onto him like a toy.

"Wha-ah?! Oh god Hen- ah, no!" you finally cried out, as he rocked you onto him a little faster, stroking your insides with a frightening accuracy.  His cock’s stretch against your walls and the light sting of your tender cunt gliding over his veins made you much more sensitive. And somehow he knew it, flexing and grunting into your neck, burying his face into you, hissing and moaning.

"You'll scream my name alone whilst astride my cock, mage!" he corrected with a snarl, running his nose up along the side of your throat. You hissed in a light pain as he latched onto your skin. His jaw locking like an animal, yet the harsh rows of teeth were accompanied by soothing hot swirls of his tongue. He was rewarding you, as if he were proud of how you were handling him tearing into you like a meal.

"Ge-Geralt, I’m gonna cum," you breathed out, panting, your toes curling in your boots. Your eyes closed and body shuddered, arching and grinding down on him reluctantly trying to chase a high he had so cruelly introduced you to. A euphoria that your body craved, something primal and magnificent that only he had pulled from you. It was electrifying, scary, risky but far too sweet to pass up. The taboo nature of being taken by him out in to open sent you spiralling out of control much sooner than before. You'd stupidly thought over the course of the night you had built up some tolerance.

"You better not, because everyone will know," Henry uttered, an amused threat, a tease to heighten the danger of your situation. He was toying with you, words warning you not to fall so soon. Yet his grin told another story. You didn't have to see it. You felt it, stubble grazing your prickled skin as it rose with his grin. He continued to rut you. Pulling and pushing you over him, plunging into you with renewed vigour. You simply let him, giving him the utter dominance he wanted with no struggle. It was no use, even if you did want to get away you couldn't. The man was insanely strong.

Not that you wanted to wriggle free. You were far too gone, past the point of no return. Moving with him, relaxing and tensing your thighs trying to help him along, riding him with feeble jerks of your hips.

"I'll tell you what, love, you can cum if you think you can catch it in your smalls," he hummed still fucking into you with shallow hard arches, filling your body, massaging you from the inside, edging you further and further towards the edge of rapture.

"That’s not fair!" you huffed desperately, hips gyrating on him, hopeful to find something to rub your swollen bud on and tip yourself over the edge. Even with all the danger of being caught fucking him out in the open, you couldn't deny yourself that release, you needed it! Needed him more than anything in the world.

"Fair? No, this is payback. You think it was fair, you teasing me? I'm going to fill your sweet little cunt again." His voice dropped once more, a cruel low tease laced with heat and threat. There was something primal about the whole thing. The raw need that he fucked you with, hissing and mewling his own pleasure through grit teeth, trying to stay in control yet wanting to abandon it all together! It was a maddening assault on your senses.

"No, I can't- fucking HELL? AGH please! Stop, I can't, not out here!" you pleaded, begging for mercy, but still rode him with your own pitiful rocking. You were nervous of cumming, especially when you were both in costume. You had to hand these back at the end of the day, you'd outright die of embarrassment if anyone mentioned stains!

"No way, I want you to cum, to fucking gush all over me and spend the rest of the day with me slowly weeping from your swollen slit, smearing across your knickers keeping you wet and ready for me to slide right on in tonight," he growled out his masterplan; losing himself to more wild and filthy fantasies, thoughts of you weeping his cum for the remained of the day. The male purred, thinking about how utterly forbidden it was for him to be turned on by the idea of his own cum lingering, keeping you hot and wet for him later.

"F-FUCK HENRY! AH SHIT SHIT SHIT PLEASE, I-" you yelped, moaning louder as he moved you over him, fucking up into you with little care for anything other than drenching your insides again.

"Shh, love, people will hear you, love~ th- ahhh, fuck yes, that's it, just like that fuck yes, soo good mmhmm the best I've ever had," he released your hair to move over your jaw pressing a finger to your lips hushing you, making you go quiet.

"Thats it, ju- ugh fuck- that! That just like that, slow down... sloower, slower that's it, nicely. We don’t want to rush across the finish line. I'll get you there, just ease up, love," he praised you, drawing you closer, relishing in the way your body wrapped around him. Your muscles massaging him with tight tugs and harsh pulls. You rocked still, trying to meet his thrusts whilst also holding back trying to ease your own need, and cum without being detected. You were trying to be discrete about it, eyes flicking all around you unable to focus as Henry shunted you against him with little care about anything other than filling you again.

"Fucking hell, honey. You’re so fucking good! So good and soft and hot! Just fucking perfect! The best I've ever had, I swear I found fucking heaven inside of you, love!" he uttered, resting his forehead on your shoulder unable to take much more, he could feel his end coming but he needed you to fall over the edge first. To suckle him deeper and force him to spend himself. He wanted to take you there, to force you to shatter around him. He hoped his praise would help.

"Re-really?" you heaved, trying to speak but he was stealing your breath with each tug of your hips. You keened, tipping your head back biting your lip when he arched forward brushing a spot inside of you that made you tremble; muscles pulling tight and trying to melt into your bones.

"Oh yes, yours is the warmest, wettest little cunt I've ever buried myself into... Such a good girl being so quiet for me," he continued praising you, growing more and more desperate. He will not leave you hanging. He won't accept anything less than you crumbling over him in ecstasy.  He will not cum until you have. He decided to switch things up, lowering his voice, channelling as much of Geralt as he could and began snarling into your ear.

"Are you going to cum? Be a good girl and cum for daddy, come on, cum for me, right here under the dress. Make a mess all over my cock." You yelped and began bouncing on him chasing after the sweet release just out of reach. You could feel it on the tips of your nerves, taste it in the desperate breaths on your tongue. Heavy pants and wet slaps from below echoed in your ears.

"Cum for me, witch." Henry’s words pushed you over the edge into that glorious spine-tingling euphoria.

"Ah! Noo, shit oh god I’m cumming! Henry, please- fuck, I’m cumming! Ah god! Fuck," you cursed and writhed over him, shuddering violently, eyes closed and mouth agape. Your hips stuttered over him, grinding and arching, riding him for all he was worth. Using his cock like a toy for those final breath-taking strokes.

"Good girl, my sweet girl, that's it let it all out. Oh, your little clit’s looking for something to rub, isn’t it, love? Poor thing, here let me help you," he uttered almost cruelly, as he sought his own end. One hand dove under your skirt, seeking out the small hidden pearl. He laughed when you tensed rearing up and slamming back down impaling yourself harshly on him as he worked the tiny hardened nub into fast circles.

"AH! FU-uck, Henry, no, it’s too much," you cried breathlessly, heaving deeper breath, lungs aching, body quivering. Your nerves shot to pieces prickling and burning you head to toe as Henry continued to fuck up into you.

"Oh look, there’s Mathew, bounce and wave, love," he quipped seeing the man crossing set with a reel of cable. You grunted and slumped back on Henry unable to do much more than that. You were tired. Dead tired and still trembling, your insides fighting the man who plundered you still.

"Fuck you!" you huffed at the man behind you. Henry laughed and dipped his head suckling a new mark into your skin, growling as his impending orgasm built. You felt it too, the snapping of his hips on yours. The uneven thrusts and whine in his breath. His cock throbbed, pulling inside of you angrily. You gathered as much strength as you could muster and pulled, clenching around him tightly with a single long held Kegel pull.

"Oh?! G-god! Fuck god, YES YEESS fuck, almost there, don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop moving... Yes fuck take it, fucking tighter! Come on, love, squeeze daddy again. Good girl! Yes UGH! UGH GOD fuck fuck fuuuck!" Henry finally tore through his own restraint and bucked harder into you, throbbing and flexing uncontrollably as he released into you. Rutting into you as he emptied his balls coating your insides with everything he had to offer.

"Fuck... fuck me, that was just? Fuuuck..." Henry swore, as he grinded into you with sharp stuttering strokes finishing himself off with harsh pants. You moaned with him encouraging him. His cock twitching and caressing your oversensitive walls before he finally slumped back, still heaving deep breaths. You sagged over him and hissed, falling to rest on his chest relaxing into him fully sated.

"Quick, love, let me just move before we really do make a mess," he grunted, after a few moments of rest and pulled himself away from you quickly tugging your knickers over you once more to keep the costumes clean.

"There we go. I love you," he huffed, pulling his hands back, tucking himself away subtly before smoothing your skirt over you again and patting your waist with a chuckle. If he was honest, he was surprised he'd gotten away with that.

"I love you too, Henry." You sighed dropping your head back closing your eyes whilst groaning and stretching your legs out from underneath you, your knees protesting.

"That wasn't too far was it?" He asked a nervous bite in his words.

"No. No, I... I enjoyed it, was just nervous, I need a nap now though" you reassured him with a grin, turning to press another kiss to his jaw.

"I'm sure you do, my love. Luckily, we have another hour before we're needed back on set" he cooed, nuzzling you sweetly.

"What? I thought this was- that we were staying out here because it was a tea break?" you whined. It had been the reason you'd been so panicked at first. You thought you were needed in about ten minutes, not a bloody hour!

"Nope, it’s lunch, we have a later shoot so we get a longer lunch," he grinned playfully into your neck, trying to hide his guilt. He had wanted to have the fear, the risk of being caught was something that got him going. Having to be quick and quiet was a turn on for him, a kink he hadn't yet explored until today.

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Will of the gods chapter 2

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Summary: Zeus sets his plans into motion, but Hera is quick to try and reconcile with her husband before it is too late. Little does she know that ship has already sailed and Zeus makes certain she knows it, not without toying with her first.

Warnings: dark fic! 18+ no minors, smut-ish?, confrontation,  swearing, derogatory terms, kidnap, forced slavery, sex pollen vibes?, mythological accurate zeus- he's an asshole!, arguments, curses general Zeus fuckery, swearing.

A/N: here is the second part! Im excited to upload this one because it sets the plot in motion~ PLEASE REMEMBER THIS IS A DARK FIC NOT A DISNEY FARIYTALE HAPPY EVER AFTER! Apart from that enjoy 😉 🥰😘

Wordcount: 7955

Zeus climbed the small steps that led from his chambers to the balcony jutting out over the world below. He peered over the thick stone balustrade into the mortal realm again sitting heavily on it whilst placing his plate and wine down beside him. His eyes locked on you, finding you without hesitation

 

Your group was moving back towards your hotel. You kept looking around frantically peeking over your shoulder. It was sweet in a way. That fear, the unbridled panic of encountering something far more powerful than yourself. The doubt that maybe you had been accosted by a Devine being. Your hand wandering to your chest every now and then to feel your lungs drawing breath. Trying to make sense of your ordeal no doubt. Your modern world thought myths were stories, but everyone new all stories had a grain of truth to them. And in the ancient times there was no need for lies. Not when nobody disputed the existence of gods.

 

Zeus smirked to himself; he couldn’t wait to get you here. To have you beside him on Olympus.  The fuss you’d make when you realised just how much trouble you were in. He wasn’t stupid, he knew the destruction he causes, the havoc he wrecked. But he was a god, king of the gods the aftermath was of no consequence to him. It didn’t bother him in the slightest. He would do as he pleased because he was the ruler of the cosmos, nothing and no one could ever chastise him. Hera would learn that the ugly way.

 

His thoughts drifted to his shamed wife. His grin grew wider. She would pay, he would make sure of it. He couldn’t help hoeing that his little mortal would unleash a few scathing words on her as well. Zeus was no fool, Hera would try something. She would corner you and try to upset you, hurt even kill you. But Zeus had a plan. He was going to make sure nothing could remove you from his side. You were his and will remain untouchable both figuratively and literally. 

 

"What do you need of me my king?" Eros asked as he approached slowly. Zeus jumped snapping from his thoughts as Eros moved through the room. He grinned excited about what was to come. The punishment and cruel torture he had in mind for you whilst he attended other matters involving your arrival.

 

A mortal couldn’t just waltz into his realm. No, they would have to have protection, enchantments, talismans, spells. Zeus would have to prepare something to bind you, keep you alive yet remain young and something to anchor you to Olympus when you decided to jump. And you would, perhaps out of desperation or more likely in your case sheer stubbornness. He could see you throwing yourself off the edge of the mountain’s gardens in spite. Just to make sure he couldn’t have you.

 

"A curse. A punishment. This mortal" Zeus announced turning once more looking down at you motioning for Eros to join him. Eros smiled when Zeus pointed you out to him. So, his king had been truthful. It was not a ruse to anger Hera. He truly intended to have a human warm his bed once more.  The god of lust preened, he looked forward to watching this play out. He was not fond of watching Zeus be held down by here. Zeus was unsuitable and lust driven. The god king needed something to wet his appetite. Hera had never really lived up to Zeus’ expectations once he had her. This mortal would though, he dare say the Aries born fiery spirit would match Zeus perfectly. He always did enjoy the prickly ones that would snap back.

 

"A mortal woman who wronged you my liege?" He asked looking at the tempting female. She was pleasant looking, curvaceous well rounded and looked like a comfortable rut. He watched the mortal turn baring her blunt teeth snapping at another female beside her shutting the gangly woman up with a fierce few words. Oh yes, Eros could see the appeal. She would hold a venomous bite for any who dared to antagonize her, and those were the most fun to tame and ruin. His king had found a remarkable pet. Eros was almost jealous.

 

"A mortal who was brave enough to refuse me, she has a fire in her that not even Hera herself had. I would like to tame it and make her pay for her insolence~" Eros noted the sinister longing coming off the golden eyed god in waves. It was sobering, the possessive lust radiating off Zeus; who was probably the most lustful being in existence was almost too much for even Eros to endure, it frightened him. But he must remain and try to navigate this new task.

 

"With lust?" Eros asked with a lopsided grin tilting his head up to his king who smirked wolfishly, a fang displayed under the curled lip. Zeus turned to Eros with a knowing approval. Eros had already understood. Good.

 

"Yes, I will draw her to me. You will draw her to me, I want her overcome and ravenous" Zeus began thought running wild as the lewd images of his mortal rutting her own palms crying and moaning in sweet sexual frustration. Yes, he wanted you to be nothing but a whore for him.

 

"I want her dizzy with desire, so needy, so wanton that she can barely think straight! That she would mount anything and anyone to try and ease her arousal." Zeus didn’t  realise he had spoke his thoughts. But the words were true, that’s exactly what he wanted. He will teach you a lesson and let you suffer before retrieving you.

 

"Anyone my liege?" Eros asked confused by the gods exclamation.  Surely that couldn’t be right?

 

"Well not entirely, I want none to satisfy her.  I want her to never find release with any other. Not even herself." The smile on his face was dark like that of a predator whose hunt was successful.  Savage and full of a deep-seated beastly lust.  Eros was shocked at first by his king’s decree, but the shock was short lived after all this was Zeus.

 

"I want her to only ever find her pleasure with me. I want her to be so mad with lust that she will seek me out on hands and knees begging for me to fuck her tiny body and ruin her, and ruin her I shall~"

 

"A cunning and unusual punishment. I like it~" Eros finally spoke shuffling on his feet and peered over the edge once more to spy the poor unfortunate mortal. She had no idea what was in store for her, but there was also a thrill. A dark excitement running through the lust god, he could not wait to watch his liege claim the small woman, better yet he couldn’t wait for the mortal to resist~ it was always fun watching the petty human spirit break. They couldn’t  help it in the end all mortals fell to there own flesh's desire~

 

"A torment that will ultimately bind her to me. This mortal is... unusually stubborn, I ordered her to invite me to her bed and she attacked me. Physically attacked" Zeus mused with a chuckle tilting his head to Eros but his eyes stayed locked on his prize. It amused the god; the defiance of these millennial humans was astounding.

 

"Attacked? A foolish mortal tried to attack the king of the gods?" Eros asked scoffing finding the notion laughable. Humans had forgotten their place among the cosmos, it was about time they were reminded of it.

 

"Yes, I’m more amused than anything. I realise why, she was born under arise and she definitely live up to her fire sign. I stole the air from her lungs and she still managed to curse at me, using her would be last breaths to tell me exactly what she thought of me.  Struggling with a vicious fury! A true savage born of fire and war a stubborn wilful spirit who will fight tooth and nail until the end" Zeus laughed placing both hands on the balustrade dipping his head down grinning ear to ear imagining the blissful end. The way you’d cry out for him as he took your body for himself and granted you a dose of true divinity. You’d love it, and hate it all in one. And he'd get a kick out of watching you battle yourself as your body betrays you and melts over him.

 

Zeus stood once stepping away from the view and rounded his table plucking up two goblets of wine and took a sip from one and then pinned Eros with his bright yellow gaze.

 

"She is the perfect mistress; she will entertain me for years. I want to play with her, test her metal." The god king began waving the second goblet over the direction of his newly found female. Then stood before Eros, towering over him smirking as Eros shifted under his intense gaze.

 

"So, I ask you god of lust. To curse this woman with unsatable lust, burn her loins with a fire that only I can sooth" his words were accompanied with an offer of wine, Zeus held out the goblet as an exchange trying to make the deal official. Eros cleared his throat and smirked accepting the wine, sealing to deal. And began to speak offering his own little twist to the curse about to befall the unsuspecting mortal.

 

"I shall do one better my lord. I shall turn others from her. No male will rise for her and no woman will dampen for her, so even if she was to seek solace in others, they could not help her even if they tried"

 

Zeus’s laugh bellowed out into the open air and he spun around the lust god landing a mighty arm across his shoulder patting his back leading him deeper into his chambers.

 

"I always did like you Eros, so cunning and fun. Tricky but in the best way. This is going to be perfect” the king announced before taking a deep drink from his cup sighing savouring the sweet wine on his tongue for a second.

 

"It will be so my king, it has been a long time since I have afflicted such a curse on a mere mortal, I would be interested to see how these new age humans cope with such punishment" Eros admitted out loud truthfully whilst sipping his own drink.

 

Yes, and your intervention is only the beginning. Tell Hephaestus to come see me in the morning, I have a task for him as well" Zeus added with a sly knowing smile. Eros grinned nodding as his eyes glowed alighting with curiosity. Things were about to become interesting on Olympus. And it was about time.

 

It was just over a later that Zeus’ observation of his new quarry was interrupted, he was so lost in his daydreams and fantasies of plundering the small snappy mortal he hadn’t noticed the night come and go. Helios was slowly rising over the horizon when the delicate footfalls reached his ear. Delicate, bare feet cautiously creeping towards him. He flicked his gaze over his shoulder and then heaved a mighty sigh as his newly disgraced wife edged towards him, nervous held breaths gave away her fright. Though she tried to stand tall and seem strong he could almost taste her fear on the air.

 

"I sent for Hephaestus, and the last I saw of my son he did not prefer a feminine physique" Zeus broke the silence, shattering it along with any hopes Hera had in him being in a jovial mood. His tone was less than impressed. He sounded cruel, stoic and smug all at once. She shuddered as once again she was reminded of his darker side, the ruthlessness that had made him king of the gods. And the spiteful glee he had in every nasty deed he did. He was chaos in its most unruly from, the embodiment of raw unbridled power, lust and pride.

 

He remained peering downwards, all seeing eyes locked onto his mortal who was staggering out of bed to the bathroom. Her legs on full display showing off the natural voluptuous curves, meaty thighs sliding against one another as she darted across the room. Zeus smirked; he couldn’t wait to explore the beautiful woman. To revel in the unique stripes across her legs. The marks of her full body decorating her like a canvas of tiny delicate brush strokes painting a picture of her womanly growth across her skin. He wanted to count them, to kiss and bite each one claiming them for himself. He wanted to decorate her body, to leave his marks. He drew a lungful of air only to pause as the scent of his wife’s perfume.

 

"And yet you linger. Why have you darkened my door way with your pitiful weeping Hera? Was I not clear enough that you have lost my favour?" Zeus chided finally turning to face his once beloved wife, the wife who'd reduced herself to a bitter old crone.

 

"I wished to plead with you to see reason husband. I have waited, like a good wife. Given you time alone to calm. Please, please Zeus my love do not do this. Not again please I beg you, let me return, let me show you the affection you have missed" Heras’s pleading began with an air of uncertainty, she tip toed forward timidly, very unlike her. Zeus’ head tipped back and he leaned on the stonework behind him humming moving a hand over his face thoughtfully. Hera took that as an invitation and stepped closer hastily, her eyes were hopeful and her stance softened. She grew relaxed but still continued her pleading.

 

"I wronged you. Please Zeus I wronged you in such a terrible way! Disrespected not only our marriage but allowed my insecurities to engulf me. I sought a cold revenge. I’m truly truly sorry, I am begging you. On hands and knee to reconsidered this. Give me one more chance to be the wife and lover you deserve" Heras mournful pleading finally came to an end and she shrunk, making herself the perfect image of a weeping pitiful woman. It was a desperate attempt to try and make him feel sorry for her, to see her as a small weak female and give in to her desires.

 

But Zeus was not fooled, he knew exactly what she was doing. And he wouldn’t fall for her games and trickery. He drew a breath and held it for a second and grinned before speaking.

 

"But your not" he uttered grin falling 8nto a predatory playful smirk, he was all fangs and gruff chuckles. His head tipped forward to her and he crossed his arms. He may not fall for Heras’s bullshit, but she didn’t know that, neither did it mean he couldn’t toy with her. After all he had some time to kill.

 

"P-pardon?"

 

"You said hands and knees, you are not Hera" Zeus added tilting his head down watching her from the top of his eyes. They glowed a dark gold, the amber once gleaming now held a morbid cruelty that only Hera could see. She knew he was playing with her, but she had no other choice then to give in and play the game. She had to please him, amuse him if she was ever going to stop the humiliation her king husband had planned.

 

Slowly she moved dropping as gracefully as she could onto her knees. Biting her lip trying to hold her tongue as she surrendered to him. Her descent to her hands and knees was reflected in Zeus, as her shame grew so to did his amusement. Once the queen was on her hands and knees, begging at her all-powerful husband’s feet she began once more to plead for his mercy and try to sway him.

 

"Please... please give me another chance, a chance I do not deserve, yet I beg you to give me this small mercy. Please my love let me sooth you once again. Please Zeus, my king. I love you, I have always loved you, it is why is was so scorned. A fierce love such as ours is owed a second chance" Zeus contemplated his next words, letting a thick silence hang between them both for a few moments, tipping his head to the side and then nodded to himself decisively.

 

Hera perked up believing Zeus’ nod was a sign she had out manoeuvred him. But her smile dropped when the king of gods snapped his eyes to her quickly casting her a hard taunting look. What ever burst of relief had ignited in Hera died instantly.

 

"A fierce love such as ours? Since when have you been one for such over romanticised delusions. It’d be laughable if you had not sounded so utterly pathetic! To think I made such a snivelling female my wife!" Zeus snarled forgoing his amusement to snap and sneer at Hera spread out on the floor like a common wench. He'd have kept more respect for her had she refused to throw herself at his feet.

 

"There is no love between us, we had a mutual understanding. You get to call yourself queen at the cost of baring children and bending over at my command. A week ago I would have gladly taken advantage of you on you knees sweet Hera. Fucked your mouth until, your jaw had locked, misshapen and sore. Before reconciling with you, moving you back in to my chambers, all would have been well" his words flowed endlessly cutting and scorning the woman before him. Two millennia of rage and insult boiling over and crashing on the goddess in wave after wave of scathing words both threatening and teasing. He was taunting her once more just to see her face fall.

 

"But alas you pushed too far and my attention is elsewhere. A younger sweeter prize. I wondered if you’d beg like a whore to warm my cock once more. There is something charming about it" he shrugged and stepped around the ruined goddess he once called his queen. Choosing to ignore her, disregarding her as if she were a servant or mere mortal grovelling at his feet.

 

"Your begging and pleading has never halted my decisions about you or my mistresses before, so what makes you believe it will now?" He added peering over his shoulder as he fell into a large mount of pillows sprawling out like a big cat stretching and purring as he plucked some ripe fruit from one of the many bountiful tables in the room.

 

"Because we have been monogamous for two thousand years. I thought you had changed yet you would do this again Zeus? Humiliate me once more? And not even with a nymph or goddess but lie with a wretched new age stupid mortal!? Not even a blue blood royal" Hera cried scrabbling back to her feet face red in humiliation, rage flaring her nostrils like an enraged bull... well cow. She followed him standing before him as he rolled to his side before growling uncomfortably and then morphed out of his uncomfortable human clothes he'd forgotten to remove over night.

 

He sighed resting in the white toga, fiddling with it as he spoke unamused by how long this conversation was taking. He was growing weary of his wife's presence and made it clear by rearranging himself.

 

"Its what you wanted isn’t it? A reason to be so? Spiteful just think Hera, now you wont have to pretend so~ you actually have a reason to wallow in your misery" Hera scoffed squeaking in a silent anger and then threw her hands up into the air her voice raising as she screeched.

 

"Why!? Why do you need this woman!?" Zeus winced at the volume; it was far too early for that type of screaming. He fixed her with a look hat sent shivers down her spine, even clouds came rolling in, dark and angry, the static in the air rose. Hera could feel it on her skin, the hairs prickling under the threatening storm she may endure if she forgot her place again.

 

"Because you are boring, washed up and used. And you made it clear you wish to be free from my embrace, now you are, forever more. I shall never lie with you again” Zeus hissed suddenly turning on his rage and fury, it was like watching a large animal turn before her eyes. Once calm distaste being unleashed as a savage fury.

 

"Please Zeus- my love, my king! Do not put me through this again, I will try harder I will bend to your will! Bare you more children! Anything you command but do not do this again. We can be as we were! Making love day and night!" Hera continued albeit this time less angered, and a much more pathetic tine, almost whimpering as the skies continued to blacken out the sun. It was rare for Helios to be shrouded by cloud up here on Mount Olympus, only the god kings rage could drown out the god of the sun. And Zeus’ furious storm was building, Hera was pushing her luck. But she had no choice.

 

"We couldn’t even if you tried your hardest Hera! You do nothing for me anymore. I have not visited your chambers recently because you no longer excite me. I have not risen for you in a long while, your bitterness has dampened my appetite for your cunt" he bellowed at the goddess, rising to his feet and shouting, his voice loud and terrifying like the cracks of thunder, it was a sound you felt as well as heard. Hera brought her hands to her chest holding herself trying to ignore the pain in her chest as the shouts of her husband hit her like blunt bruising blows against her flesh.

 

"And that wife, is saying something." Zeus growled halting his rampage before her, leaning over her until she shrunk, shying away from his almighty gaze. He growled, sneering at her lost in his temper. He'd had enough.

 

"A-and this mortal?" Hera trembled daring to whisper out the question frightened of the answer.

 

"Had me trembling with little more then a glance and a few hissed words through clenched teeth. She was so? Forbidden~ There is a fire in her that burns brightly! she out shone even your persistent refusal. She is plump, ripe and so enthralling. She has something about her that goddesses and nymphs alike lack... a certain human charm, bravery, her fragility and strength is both her blessing and curse. And I want her. I want her more then anything, I will completely possess her" Zeus stated losing himself in his maddened thoughts with a terrifying grin. Hera then knew all was lost. Zeus had truly strayed from her this time. He was taken by this mortal

 

"I... I understand" Hera said finally succumbing, giving in to Zeus. There was little the queen could do but wait for him to tire of this whore and then be there waiting his return. He will not stay in the mortal realm long, and when he does come home, she will be in his chambers waiting. Hera knew she was in a precarious situation; she could not lose her crown. Because in Olympus queens aren't demoted, they are killed and replaced.

 

She had to fall into his favour again, her life now depends on it. And if standing by and letting him have this final mortal conquest and bedding him upon his return was the only way to keep her life and crown then she will do it.

 

"Do you? Because I warn you now should anything happen to my mortal, should they transform, or die mysteriously you will find yourself in Tartarus suffering a fate worse then Prometheus. I will not have my bed mate ruined by a jealous, useless sulking wife who has pouted wrinkles into her once pristine face." He teased pointing at her aging features.  Goddesses weren't supposed to age but Heras’s years of frowning and sulking had finally taken its toll. He observed with cruel fascination as her face dropped into shock and her trembling fingers moved to her frown lines giving away that she knew about the strange lines now adorning her face. It was a low blow but Zeus didn't care by this point.

 

He'd spent an entire week watching his mortal, learning all he could of her in the way only gods knew how. He could read her life, he had even gone to his daughters, the fates. Usually, he avoided them left them to their own devices but this time he risked the venture. And he had learned much about his mortal, he had even managed to sweet talk them into holding off on her fate. She was to die suddenly on her final day of her trip. But Zeus had intervened, fended it off so he may have extra time to steal her away. His daughters had agreed but only because of their dislike for Hera.

 

He would have taken her then, but he needed his son to fashion some enchanted arm bands or shackles as well as a thin chain that would bind her to Olympus just in case she decided to be dramatic and thrown herself off the temple to try and return home.  Its was why Hephaestus was being summoned again today. The something God had finished the enchanted items and was bringing them to him to inspect. They must be as beautiful as they are powerful.

 

"Be thankful I am even allowing you to remain in my halls while she resides here. I could just as easily send you to hades" Zeus finally replied grinning as he let his plans finally unveil to his wife.  

 

"Zeus you cant be serious? You’d not only desecrate our marriage but you'll bring that whore here?" Zeus winced as the goddess seemed to try and reawaken the dead with her enraged screech. But soon shook away the ringing in his ears to smirk and reply to her, taunting her once more.

 

"Of course, Hera, where did you think my new mistress was going to be held?" The god king laughed in his wives’ face, taunting her. He made no attempt to hide his amusement. He enjoyed having this over her, being able to do as he pleased without any repercussions.  And it was all the more sweeter if he enraged the woman who had become nothing but a thorn in his side for a millennia.

 

"But to bring her here?! To Olympus? A mortal in the realm of gods!? You cant!" Hera got brave, lost her fear in her angered cry she padded towards him placing he hand on his arm. Her words were frightened, offended and scared. Never had Zeus brought a mortal conquest here. And the thought of him changing that now was very unsettling.

 

Did her husband truly love her? Had he found her replacement after all this time? Or was this just another cruelty, a sadistic game to punish her with? She didn’t know, Zeus was anything but predictable when it came to revenge and lust. But one thing was for certain, this mortal coming to Olympus could only mean destruction for Hera.

 

"Can’t? You seem to forget I am the almighty! Master of the cosmos! King of the gods! Ruler of all- even you" Zeus roared, stalking towards her making her stumble back in fright. He was close to the edge a rumble of thunder echoed across the bleak sky, Hera could here the stampede of sandals as the others darted for cover. Everyone knew the king was angry and none wanted to be out in the open when all hell broke loose. Zeus had been known to smite accidentally when he lost his temper.

 

"I am your wife! Your queen!" Hera couldn’t help but argue, for a second she was just as furious as he was. He was right, he did have ultimate control over her, the Olympians, humans and the cosmos.... but she would never admit that! Especially not now after he coerced her to grovel on the floor and humiliated her.

 

"You are little more then a servant! The day you refused to lie with me was the day you lost the right to call yourself my wife and queen! You refused my rights to you- disregarded the only thing that held you above the rest. You denied me one to many times and now you are nothing but another woman to command" he bellowed at her; red faced fury. Hera tried backing up away from him as he screamed in her face but was quickly backed into a stone column.

 

She shook as Zeus’ hand moved, his fingers brushing along her arm, slowly tracing a line across her shoulder and came to cup her neck in a threatening but gentle grip. He chuckled low, voice dropping to a dangerous tone, eyes alight with an excited anger. Vindictive, spiteful and smug.

 

"But make no mistakes I still own you. Just as I own my new conquest. And if I want her to reside here with me then she will, if I want to mount her in your own bed and soil her on the very sheets you sleep on I shall." He breathed down the side of her face, his fingers curling, squeezing. His nails biting into her skin making her whimper.

 

"If I want you to kneel by my bed and watch as I impregnate her with another bastard you will. For I am god of the gods. I am the king and you will do as I command or face my wrath" his words were deranged and fuelled by little more then vengeance and mirth. He was playing with Hera. Toying with her in a cruel way, after two millennia he was enacting his revenge, teaching his wife a lesson she ought to have learned long ago. He was all powerful and answered to know one.

 

He smiled wolfishly and pressed his nose to her quivering pale cheek. He took a second to nuzzle her delicately drinking in her fearful sweet breath. Hera was frozen in place gulping, wincing as the grip on her throat seemed heavier then before. Apart of her relished in the attention as Zeus’ nose ghosted her cheek and jaw.

 

"You are not my first wife Hera, and you will quickly find that there is no reason for you to be the last..." he uttered under his breath and then pressed a soft parting kiss to her trembling lips. And 5hen with out warning or any care for her well being he flung her. Using the hand around her throat to swing and launch her to the door to his chambers.

 

She yelped pitifully and staggered only just catching herself as she fell to the floor, one hand going to her neck as if shocked she hadn’t had it snapped by Zeus. Her king tipped his head tutting at her with a small shake of his head clearly finding her fear laughable.

 

 "Now go leave my sight I’m sick of looking at your pitiful face. Return to your chambers and there you shall remain for the rest of the day" he finally ordered dismissing the woman. She climbed up onto her feet sobbing, legs shaking as she cried in panic, she was distraught. But most of all she was defeated and embarrassed.

 

"My liege? Father you asked for me? I brought the gifts" a voice called from the door. Zeus turned seeing an unsure Hephaestus hovering by the door. He smiled not paying any mind to the way his son was eyeing the wailing queen.

 

"Hephaestus! Yes, come I wish to see them!" He said crossing the space opening his arms with a huge grin. Hera wept still rooted to the spot she'd risen from; she didn’t seem to know what to do! Zeus laughed and clapped his son on the back, just as the furious clouds seemed to seep away into the blue sky, Helios' rays lighting the kingdom once more. Zeus ushered in his son eagerly awaiting the new enchanted gifts

 

"Get out Hera and know that should you ever approach me in such a manner again, ever dare to enter my chambers I will not be pleased, nor shall I be forgiving" the kings warning was laced with sharp edged words as he called out over his shoulder.

 

You panted rolling around in bed reaching for another toy as your two others died. You cursed out loud growling and crying into the damp sheets, sweat clinging to every part of you tears rolling down your face. You were hot, clammy, uncomfortable and incredibly horny. Thankfully you'd brought some toys with you on the trip so you were covered, or that’s what you thought.

 

This was scary, unimaginable the way this heat just came on so strong, so fast! It almost hurt! Your skin was tight and constricting, nipples stinging thrumming under your top with a sensitivity you'd never felt.

 

You went to bed and laid sprawled out trying to take care of yourself but you just made it worse. Your thighs were smothered in your arousal a pool below you on the mattress where you’d been at this for hours trying to fend off the immense heat. But all you managed to do was make your loins burn brighter and clit ache, the constant touching of the small bud had now left you tender you felt blistered as your frustration had led you to be rougher on the tiny glistening jewel.

 

But you couldn’t stop, the more you laid back and tried to give yourself a climax the more worried you became. The man you’d seen at the Parthenon kept springing to mind. It had been a week and you’d all but forgotten about him. Sure, you looked over our shoulder a little more, but honestly you hadn’t seen him so just shrugged it off. But now you weren’t so sure he really had left you alone. Had he followed you? Could he have spiked your drink with something when you weren’t looking. It was possible, there were all those horror stories of tourists being kidnapped abroad and he had made it clear he had wanted to fuck you. Was this some fucked up trafficking ring? Had you caught the eye of some gang or something?

 

You debated going to the hospital but what would you say 'help I’m. horny' you didn’t  think that would go down well. You cried out as you pressed your abused clit with your final toy letting the ears flick at the bud. Hissing you squealed managing to endure the pain for but a moment then screamed in frustration launching the toy across the airy room.

 

"My my? Such a desperate little human?" You screamed jumping up as the once empty room was now filled with the stranger from over a week ago. You panted moving a hand to your hair pushing the sticky locks of sweat dampened hair from your face.

 

"Oh- what the fuck?! How did you get in here?" You heaved panic flooding your system when you realised you were here alone and naked by your would be rapist.

 

"I'm a god... remember? Do open your legs a little more, I wish to see my prize~" he said shrugging stepping closer to the bed smirking as your tits heaved, nipples hard, legs quivering and the sheets below you dripping with your honey. Lust and the scent of your delicately spiced arousal was heavy in the air. The aroma thickened air laced his lungs with your honeys scent, the taste rolling over his tongue as he opened his mouth when he spoke.

 

You whined closing your legs tighter not liking how his mere presence seemed to ignite you further. It was unsettling enough to make you want to roll over for him, a strange pulling at your chest.

 

"Get out! I'll call the police-" you began quickly shuffling up the bed leaning on the headboard bunc1hing the sheets around you.

 

"You will be gone long before they come firecracker..." he teased ominously rounding the bed stopping at your side and moved a single hand out to you.

 

"Get out! Ah fuck-no!" You screamed both jolting and freezing as his hand reached out unhurried, two fingers pinching the sheet you held as if your life depended on it.

 

"Such a rude girl, and to think I came all this way to help you with your... Problem" he chuckled pulling the white sheet away casting it to the bottom of the bed out of reach.

 

"My wha- you? Did you do this!? Did you fucking drug me" you seethed eyes glazing with fury and fear. Somehow the hot anger made you lock eyes with him. You didn’t flinch either when his fingers ghosted along your shoulder to your neck.

 

"Not drugged, cursed dear... And technically it was not me. Eros didn't have to obey~" he mused both teasing and baiting you. Trying to egg you on. He needed you to feel your fire attempt to burn him. He wanted you to fight him, it would make your failure all the sweeter.

 

"Just fuck off" you hissed and slapped his hand away then tried to shuffle across the bed to have a fair chance to escape.

 

"Oh come now, there’s no need for that... but then again you cant cum, can you? Poor dear" he chuckled at the feeble escape attempt and grabbed a hold of you. You screeched and kicked, clawing, slapping and even biting. Anything to try and break free whilst screaming for help. Shouting fire over and over because you were smart enough to know shouting rape wouldn’t get any help running your way. Humanity had fallen that far.

 

Zeus silenced you, with a swift hand wrapping around your neck choking you properly with his hand. No godly magic required. Your fighting grew more frantic.

 

"Stop. I said stop, no one is coming for you mortal. No one will save you, none come between me and my prize" he seethed shaking you by your throat making you sob in earnest as it dawned on you that there was nothing you could do. There was no escape, no hiding place. This mad man would do what he pleased for as long as he pleased. He crowded you, leaning over your vulnerable quivering frame and rested his forehead against yours and began hushing you.

 

"Don’t worry little mortal, I will not take you here. I will ruin you in my own realm, my own palace. Fuck you in-between my own sheets and let all Olympus listen as I destroy my very own mortal slave’s cunt" he preened the threat was hummed out with an amused chuckle. He dipped down and kissed your cheek. You whined and shifted facing away from him and the frightening amber eyes that bored into you with a smug knowing. He made your blood run cold.

 

He moved away from you and frowned as the fiery spirit he'd been anticipated to be met with began weeping, tears and pleading doused the fire he'd craved. It angered him; you were beginning to disappoint.

 

"Quit your wailing woman, lest I remove those vocal cords you love to use so much" his threat came with the uncomfortable feeling of his fingers curling into your soft neck and pull forward threatening to pop something out. His anger seeping into the strong fingers and growling voice. You swallowed and nodded through your tears promising to keep quiet sniffling softly.

 

You were overwhelmed, skin hot and stinging below his palm. Your arousal spiking despite your fear of the man. You couldn’t help but appreciate his physique. He was large and fit, handsome in his own odd unique way. Yet on top of the confusion, you were terrified feeling like a true victim for the first time of your life- even your first meeting hadn’t left you this scared.

 

You breathed harshly as his hand released your neck slowly. Then his hand moved higher patting your cheek muttering out a condescending 'good girl' before gliding his fingers down once more, this time his eyes locked onto them. The way his touch made your skin prickle, the dark nipples jutting out hard and sore. Eros had done his job well. You were on a knifes edge, he has no doubt that a single harsh pinch from his finger tips would send you tumbling over the edge into that euphoric climax.

 

"My you are suffering aren’t you my little fiery mortal~" he teased again trailing his fingers around avoiding where he knew you needed it.

 

"What have you done to me?! What have you done!" You sobbed panting and pliant. As much as you hated it, his light touches were the best thing you'd felt since this terrible feeling had taken over you.

 

"Cursed you." He said simply admitting to his deed. And then he did possibly the cruellest thing he has ever done since his birth. He pulled away, leaving you wanting. Body almost convulsing with the trembling wanton shudders.

 

"Cursed?! What- that’s insane I've been drugged, moved I have to get to the hospital- find out what you’ve slipped me!" You cried out to him frightened more then ever because you almost believed this deluded man and his tall tales.

 

"Its nothing more then lust. It will pass once you've been sated. Well for a time." He preened seeing the reality of your situation wash over you, he could hear it in your breaths. You were beginning to understand he was a god. A king and you’re undoing.

 

"Of course, there is now only one thing that can do that now and that’s me. I might lie with you now if you ask nicely, I might even forget what I have planned for you too." His teasing was designed to ignite you, to pull your anger and panic out, he wanted the two to mix and become something explosive that he could then smother himself with the rawness of it all...

 

"No way am I having sex with you; you crazy cunt!"

 

"I want you to remember I did give you a chance to avoid this" came the ominous reply, amused words hid a vague threat. A fanged grin showing the true excitement the god had.

 

"Avoid wha-WHAT THE?" You bellowed as with a wave of his hand there was a weight on your arms. Two strange golden arm bands wrapped around your biceps snug. A strange warmth emitted from them. You quickly moved trying to tug them off but a shock quickly ran through your fingers and arms stinging like pinpricks. Drawing a hiss from you, but you couldn't stop trying to pry them off in panic. You didn’t t understand what was going on.

 

"I wouldn’t do that; they are enchanted my sweet mortal~ the more you try to remove them the harsher that shock will get. It may even burn your soft skin... now as much as I adore your naked form, I am very territorial so let us dress you~" he huffed chiding you calmly peering at you as you shuffled around panicking still scratching and pawing at the new enchanted arm bands. You hadn’t even noticed you were now covered in a pale white soft linen Greek toga, gold chain hanging from your waist drawing the cloth tighter around your bust. 

 

"What? Enchanted? But that’s .no! No, its I’m high! I must be" you cried finally stopping standing still and lowering your hands from the bands as your arms stung from the constant jolts punishing your skin below. Your hands smoothed your hair back and cried harder feeling completely lost and confused.  A mantra of 'this isn’t real, this isn’t real' playing over and over like a grainy record, unclear but you were desperately grasping at the words willing them to make sense, for the situation to make sense. You had not explanation. All you could try to convince yourself was you were high, hallucinating on a bad trip from being fed something foul and dangerous.

 

Zeus smiled wider taking a moment to admire his voluptuous mortal shattering into panic. The realisation that she had indeed caught the eyes of a deity.  She trapped, caught up in a situation she has no hope of escaping. The reality of meeting your creator was just too much. He moved closer still as the woman’s cries became harsh breathless pants. The anxiety and panic truly taking a hold of her in its icy grip.

 

"No, hush... calm yourself, you are not high. Just chosen. The new mortal pet of Zeus. The almighty king of the gods. I had hoped to be merciful to you this time, give you a taste of my mastery over you. but your obstinate, disobedient.  There will be no relief for you yet mortal not until you beg" he cooed all the while eyeing you like a grand feast to be devoured. You shook your head and stepped back once more tears falling from your eyes flooding your cheeks. Frightened, panicked and unwell. Your stomach churned, his soft coos and reassurance did nothing to help as he followed with vague strange threats.

 

"You....what are you doing?!" You cried out yelling louder somehow managing to calm down enough to yelp out as he rolled his eyes and scooped you up cradling you in his arms. Your tummy flipped as he stood tall holding you smiling down at you. You hissed as his bare arms touched your skin, scalding you with a delicious fire the smooth pale skin was boiling to touch, but not unpleasant.  The tiny grazes of flesh sent you into full body shudders.

 

"We need to leave; I’ve lingered long enough" he said rocking you lightly as if you were some tiny stray animal that needed calming. It was these words that brought on another wave of fresh tears and you begged, pleading words fell from your mouth with little thought.

 

"Stop please Zeus I’m sorry I believe you- I'll do anything please leave me be! Don’t take me anywhere please! Please I’m begging you" you weren’t sure if he really was a god, or where he meant to take you. All you knew was you didn’t want to go, you were terrified and helpless, possibly drugged!

 

"I’m afraid I cant do that right now, you brought this on yourself. Now we must be off. You may feel a little strange when you wake" he hummed chuckling through his words and brought a hand to your eyes. You turned, struggling and batting at his hand whilst flicking your feet in vain. But he pressed on smoothing his palm across your eyes forcing you to close them.

 

"Good night little mortal~ in a few hours you’ll find yourself among gods, exploring the divine realm you were so curious to discover isn’t that exciting?" He uttered lowly over you, ignoring your whines and struggles, weak pleading to be left alone. Not that it lasted long, within seconds a your arms felt heavy and dropped to your stomach,  you feet hung limp as though huge weights were around your ankles. And then you began falling, not from his arms but something deeper? A primal strange fall inside. You remember your last thought 'going under' echoing in your mind until nothing. Black and silence engulfed you. You were done

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Oneshots Drabbles

Here are all my oneshots drabbles and headcannons. you can find my long ongoing chaptered fics here on my Chaptered Stories Masterlist. and you can find my shorter series list here Ficlet masterlist

Disclaimer and my stance on RPF

Geeking Out (Henry Cavill X Reader/Fluff)

Babies New Specs  (Henry Cavill X Little Reader-Fluff)

The Shoe Policy (Henry Cavill X Reader-Domestic)

Grand Theft Auto(Henry Cavill+Kal X Reader-Domestic)

Dress Codes, Nooky And Cock Blocks (Henry Cavill+ Kal X Reader- Domestic/Fluff/🥵)

Kal And Fatherhood (Henry Cavill+Kal X Reader-Fluff)

A Rainy day (Henry Cavill x Reader- Angst/Fluff/🥵)

Lemme See!! (Henry Cavill x Pierced/Tattooed Reader-Fluff)

Mummy’s Jealous Boy (Henry Cavill X Wife!Reader- Fluff, angst)

Pooh Bear (Henry Cavill+ Kal X Reader- Fluff)

Your Man In Action (Henry Cavill X Reader-Fluff)

Another Birthday Surprise (Henry Cavill+Kal X Reader-Fluff slight Angst)

A Clumsy Nugget (Henry Cavill X Little!Reader- Fluff)

Beanie Baby (Henry Cavill+Kal X Reader-Implied Smut,Fluff,Domestic)

Baby Snuggles… Drink and wet? (Henry Cavill X Reader/CHRISTMAS SPECIAL!/Fluff/Humour)

Forever Home (Henry Cavill X Reader- Fluff)

The Date (Henry Cavill X Reader-Fluff)

Deeper Then The Pink Tax (Henry Cavill X Reader- Angst/ Fluff/ Difficult subjects)

Their Alright… For A Boomer (Henry Cavill X BustyReader- Fluff, Suggestive)

Love Is Blind (Henry Cavill X Shelby!Reader- Peaky Blinders AU- Angslt,Fluff)

Your Perfect (Henry Cavill X Reader- ABO,Fluff, Angst)

The Mortals Claiming (Hades!Henry X Reader- god AU, Angst, Smut)

Fledgling (Vampire!Henry X Reader)

The Rubber Glove Experience (Henry X Nurse!Reader)

Panic In The Playroom (Daddy!Henry x Little!Reader)

The Assistants Assistance (Henry X Reader)

The Talc Slip Up (Henry X Reader/Humour/Fluff) 

Chubby Rodent (Henry X Reader/Fluff)

Bubbles (Daddy!Henry X Little!Reader/Fluff/Humour)

Everything Works (Henry X Reader/Fluff/Humour)

Bring It On Bitch (Clark Kent X Reader-Fluff)

Ace In The Hole (Diana Prince X Teen Reader-Fluff?)

FUCK OFF! (Bruce Wayne X Reader-Domestic/Fluff)

A Soft Bunny~ (Clark Kent X Reader -🥵/PetPlay)

Mounting Mistakes  (Clark Kent X Reader- 🥵/ABO)

The Ruined Cape (Clark Kent X Bratty Little Reader-Spanking)

L-Latex?!(Clark Kent X  Mistress/Domme Reader-Humour/Fluff/Domestic )  

We Didn’t Make It To My Birthday (Alpha!Clark Kent X Younger Omega Reader- A/B/O, 🥵)    

Clark The God Of Munch (Clark Kent X Reader-🥵)

Lacking (Clark Kent X Reader-🥵)

Numb (Clark Kent X Daughter Reader- Angst/ Mental Health Issues)

A Breeding Bunny (Dark!Clark X Reader-🥵Dark Fic)

I Cant Feel My Legs (Dark!Clark X Reader/ A/B/O 🥵)

Super-Hubby Proof (Clark X Reader/ BDSM/ Humor/🥵)

(Taming A Pa-Bear(Platonic!Geralt X Reader/Fluff/Angst?Homour)

The Witcher’s Missus (Geralt X Reader/Angst/🥵)

Nanma? (Geralt x Mage!reader/ Jaskier X Reader Platonic/fluff/crackfic/suggestive)

Hybrid Oil (Geralt X Reader/ suggestive/ Angry Geralt)

Mine (ALpha!Geralt X Omega!Reader/ angry Geralt/ABO)

A Family (platonic Geralt X Reader/ Angst/Spanking/Fluff)

Your Best Idea (Napoleon Solo x Wife Reader-Fluff/Domestic)

My Phone Died…Sorry?(Walter X Reader/Fluff/Angst/Immplied smut)

A Little Crime Spree (Papa!Sherlock X Little Reader- Spanking)

His Grace’s Protection (Charles Brandon X Reader- Fluff/Angst)

They Hung Up (August Walker X Little!Reader- Fluff)

She Calls Me Daddy 🥵(August Walker X Reader Daddy Kink-Smut Exhibitionism)

Use The Zipties (Walter Marshal x Drunk!Reader)

Manny (Sy x Drunk!Reader)

The Graves Case (Sherlock X Reader)

OCD Christmas (Walter X Reader/ Fluff)

Dick Christmas (August X Reader/ cavillmas challenge/ smut)🥵

Finish What You Stared (Walter X Reader/ Foot Kink/ Suggestive/Fluff)

My Little Trinket (Dark!Charles X Reader/dark fic)

Math?!(Daddy!August X Brat!Reader/DDLG)

A Lil’Lady (Mob Boss Sy X Reader/ fluff)

Hitman Daddy Dom (Daddy!August X Little!reader/DDLG/Fluff)

Adoption Day (Daddy!Henry X Little!Reader/ DDLG/Fluff/Angst)

Please Do Daddy (Daddy!Walter X Subby!Reader/ daddy kink/ sugestive)

A Kept Woman (August X Reader/ dark themes/kidnap)

Princess (Sy X Reader/ Fluff/Humour)

Soft!Bdsm Relationship Dom!Henry Sub!Nurse

Wearing Plugs on a date Dom!Henry 🥵

Being A Jealous Little At A Party Daddy!Henry

Scolded By Another Daddy In Front Of Daddy!Henry

Tangled In Knots DDLG

When Your Knee Is Injured DDLG

A Maintenance Spanking DDLG

Caught Pigging Out DDLG

An Inner Ear Infection DDLG

Helping With Hate DDLG

Pms and Headache remedies DDLG🥵

Insomnia /Trouble Waking In The Morning DDLG

Caught Listening To Bratty Songs DDLG

Getting Scared Watching MI6 DDLG

Cutting Your Hair DDLG

Henry Answers A Zoom Call With Pretty Hair DDLG

Story time Wisdom teeth DDLG

Tooth Fairy Haggle DDLG

The accident DDLG

Sherbert and baths DDLG

The Icecream Van DDLG

Slapping Daddies Hand DDLG

Superman’s Dishcloth

Couples Race

Sugar haul DDLG 

Yeah Daddy DDLG

Baby Hustle

A Headcannon Crack Series- Geralt see’s an opportunity to add to his family and finally have something both he and Yennefer have always wanted. A baby, now they just had to figure out how to look after it.

The Exchange / / Got Milk? / / Your Turn / /Hmm…Hm? / /Lil’Bleater

Misc

Vesemir and Geralt bath sharing M/F/M

Playing With August’s Knives DDLG

The Deal (Clark X Reader X August)🥵 / / Pt 2  / / Pt3🥵?

Malicious Compliance (Sherlock X Reader)

Coming Home Drunk (August X Drunk!Reader)

April Fools! (Sy X Reader) slight smut 🥵

Mocki (Sy X Reader)

Hair Pulling  101 Dom!Henry

A Latte (Henry Cavill X Reader- Fluff)

Swallow-Geralt Of Rivia

Ducky- Humphrey Mummy!Domme

The Making Of Sy’s Mini Me- Sy Smut

Walter Told You Not To Touch! Walter implied smut?

“Pull out” “No”-Sy Smut

Little Office Bunny- August implied smut

Jewel In The Crown August Walker