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Summary: Revenge is a dish best-served cold

Pairing: AU! Pirate August Walker x OFC (no mentions of body type or ethnicity)

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: 18+. No smut, but sexual themes are mentioned, as well as dark themes - he is a pirate. Possible historical inaccuracy. This is not the real Blackbeard. Mentions of kidnapping.

A/N: Not beta’d. Many thanks to @agniavateira @luna-aestas and @wolvesandhoundshowltogether for the support, and thanks to @geralts-yenn because this story started as a 15-minute challenge, and I ended up writing a whole shot. There might be a part 2, and this might turn into a series. We will see after my anxiety runs its course :D

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Neptune's Snare

The soggy wooden platform creaked beneath her feet as she climbed onto the main deck. Step by step, a husky wail sounded from the planks - a sorrowful hymn to the lost maidens of the sea - those who would never return, those devoured by the sinful desires of monstrous captain; August ‘Blackbeard’ Walker.

Whatever madness drove women to go there willingly was beyond comprehension. No more than a tomb, the ship alone looked like a carnivorous maw; black iron spikes stood firmly at the bow, and the sheer size of it was enough to strike fear at the heart of even the bravest sailor.

Yet, there she was, draped in a black velvet cloak and an ivory corset dress, willingly marching toward grave danger.

Dozens of ragged men welcomed her onboard, filthy scoundrels, all drenched in an exotic mixture of sweat and alcohol. Hungry, their eyes gnawed at her tender flesh, but none would dare touch her. If August’s crew knew one thing, it’s that some fates are much, much more worse than death.

It didn’t stop them from taunting. Suckling their lips, they followed the girl on her march toward the captain’s cabin. Cheer and chortle in their voice as they imagined the obscenities their captain was about to perform on this naive girl.

“Pity, he never let us look…” whined one of the pirates while the other bood.

“Aye, you mad to come ‘er tonight. The cap’n hasn’t had his fill in weeks, lass. He would sure pillage each of you’ holes tonight.”

“He gonna paint her full of his sea foam!”

The entire ship roared with their laughter. The girl, however, kept a blank face and, without spending any minute longer, opened the door to the captain's cabin.

Bright, golden luminance blinded Lizette’s sight as she entered the cabin. The walls were plated by ornaments made of gold, reflecting the sparkle of the hundred candles that burnt at the decorated candelabras and crystal chandelier. Fine works of art hung from each wall, and on a vast lacquered table stood a plethora of delicacies that made Lizette’s belly gurgle.

She stared at the table momentarily, almost fooled by the obvious seduction. In complete opposite to the murky exterior of the ship, the captain’s chamber was a room fit for kings, sputtering style, elegance and riches. Perhaps this was how he lured them. The poor naive girls truly believed he would give them a better life. But Blackbeard was no king, nor was he a gentleman. He was the deadliest man the world has ever known - a serpent, nightshade - all he could give a woman was death.

“Take off your cowl.”

A deep voice called from behind, dark and mysterious as the ocean. It struck like an icy shard through her spine, making her shoulders jerk and stiffen. It was odd to know someone by hundred of myths and stories spun around them and have men mimic their voice in an attempt to portray them but never know what they truly sounded like.

As it turned out, August sounds like a man one doesn’t refuse.

Obedient, Lizette pulled the cowl from her head - slow as she would unwrap a much-anticipated present. Her gaze kept to the floor still, continuing to play the coy virgin the Captain wanted her to be, though if she had to be honest - she was terrified of whatever hideous monster she would soon have to face.

There must have been a reason why the women who came here never left. Lizette was willing to bet every dime in her pocket that August was the most gruesome, repulsive creature, and the only way for him to keep people from knowing was by murdering each woman he bedded!

“Shy, aren’t we?” Blackbeard murmured with a dry chuckle and began to circle her, observing his bounty from side to side.

“I quite enjoy shy,” he chuckled once more, his voice almost a groan.

She forced herself not to flinch too much. She could sense his glare upon her, stripping her garment by garment, weighing what he earned tonight and considering all the ways in which he would pillage her body. It made her feel like she was one of the delicacies that rested on his table rather than a person.

After gyrating around her and inspecting each crease of her body, August finally returned to his starting spot behind her and, in a low, delighted groan, demanded, “Turn around.”

Doing as he commanded, she turned to him, still keeping her glance plastered to the floor, her breathing now shallow as the air in the room grew magically stuffy. She could spot his blurry silhouette from the corner of her eye; a tall and fit man, rather broad. It seemed that he was doing a loose white cotton shirt and dark trousers, and from his waistband - a gleam of silver winked back.

“Are you a mute?”

Another chill shot through her as he spoke. Absentminded, she swallowed. “No…” embarrassingly, her voice cracked; she took a deep breath and reprimanded, “No, sir. Just nervous.”

“Captain,” he corrected.

Lizette nodded but did not repeat him. She couldn’t. Words died on her tongue as the Captain made a bold step toward her, drawing dangerously near. He paused for a shy second, fingers laced together, contemplating, before he reached a fist beneath her chin and, in a ceremonious tenderness, lifted her chin.

The air drained from her completely. Her lips parted in a mixture of fear and astonishment.

It couldn’t be.

Perhaps she had the wrong man?

Grey, ocean-eyes peered at her through a face that women and men would damn themselves for. No! Even angels would. His jaw was sharp and profound, statuesque like cut marble - dashed with dark stubble and a thick raven-black moustache. His lips, though chafed from the salty sea breeze, were plumped and shaped to be kissed, and while some of his curls were streaked with silver, he still had a healthy mane of hair on his head.

‘He could have been a decent man,’ she thought, ‘and yet he chose this?!’

There was an obscure attractive melancholy to his looks - almost tragic.

August took another moment to study her face, a frown slowly forming on his ridged brow. “You look familiar…”

“I work the docks,” she answered almost immediately.

His stare deepened, eyes dropping to her cleavage momentarily before returning to pierce back into the back of her skull, “Skin too soft. Too shy to be a prostitute.”

His fingers wrapped around her chin, caging it between his thumb and his index in a tight grip, making it hurt. He tilted his head, daring her to come up with another lie.

“The tavern,” Lizette answered, firm and steadfast. She did not flinch from his touch, even though every instinct begged her to.

“And you came to me. Why?”

“What girl wouldn’t give everything for a night with the notorious Captain Blackbeard? The living legend… the king of pirates.” She softened her eyes as much as possible and offered a shy pout to reconcile him.

August chewed on the inside of his cheek; storm clouds gathered on his pale eyes as he contemplated. They both knew she was flattering him to gain his trust and save her pretty little neck. It wasn’t a situation he hadn’t encountered in the past. They both also knew that he was stronger, bigger and armed and could snap said pretty little neck in less than a split second.

“Are you a virgin?” He proceeded.

She nodded, her throat clenching.

August lingered on her response and, after what felt like an eternity, offered a small grin and pinched her chin sweetly as if to praise her before moving a step closer. Lizette smiled back nervously. She could sense his rum-drenched breath on her face. The scent was so pungent it made her moan invulnerably.

Or perhaps it was the anxiety that was eating into her heart.

“Ever sucked a cock, pet?”

His question was answered by a small click that echoed through the quarter and the press of hard, cold metal against the bare parts of his chest.

Not stepping back, he slowly, almost theatrically, spread his arms into a gesture of defeat while peering at the girl. No rage nor fear painted his face, and as he spoke, there was neither surprise in his voice.

“Heh. So you ARE a whore.”

Lizette held the pistol determined, not saying a word.

“What is it that I do, pet?”

Offering a sly grin, the pirate pressed against the barrel; the oceans in his glare darkened. As Lizette stared back, she could have sworn the many shades of blue in his sights shifted and swayed like angry waves. Quickly brushing the thought away, she cocked the gun in a warning, her little thumb grazing the trigger.

But to August, it was clear that the girl had never killed anyone before, and the longer she stalled, the more shaky her hand became. Taunting, he moved further into the barrel, which forced her to take a step back.

“Do not move closer!” She finally spoke.

August brushed her warning away, moving forward instead. He had been so nimble in his movement, fluid, like a sea creature himself. Only now she realised that his hands were no longer in the air.

“Was it your dear mother?” He suggested. “Father? Sister?” He paused and offered a vicious smirk, “Ah… I see, A lover. Well, to that, I surely deserve to die. Go ahead, pet, pull the trigger.”

His slender, heavily ringed fingers reached to envelop the barrel, holding the pistol steady for the girl. Every breath he took pressed the metal harder against his sternum. Lizette could sense his heartbeat pulsating through the barrel wrist, the thrum of his blood nearly mingling with her own. No longer steady, her digit quivered around the trigger and in her throat, she felt the strenuous hold of anger, guilt and hatred.

“You have taken everything from me!” She simply answered.

Soon her sight became blurry, and wetness gathered beneath her eyes.

‘Do it, do it now.’

Another click sounded in the room. Louder than the cocking of a gun.

Lizette’s eyes flared in shock, and before she could pull the trigger, August had carefully veered the gun from his chest and, in a tenderness that was accustomed to lovers, snatched it from her hand. His other hand laid still on her neck, fastening the iron collar he granted her.

“Good girl,” he teased and then leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the forehead of the girl who was too struck by her own misfortune and stupidity to react.

With the pistol safely placed in his waistband, the pirate stepped back, face alighted, eyes sparkling with starlight cascade, like a child who had just earned a new toy. He clasped his hands together, ecstatic; thick silver rings chiming as they collided.

“I haven’t taken everything from you, pet. but I am going to…”

With one last slanted grin, the pirate turned on his heels and marched toward the door, not bothering to bid farewell as he left and locked the door behind him.

Panicked, Lizette reached her hands to the iron collar, desperately trying to pry it off her neck despite knowing there was no logic in pulling at the heavy metal.

“Please!” Tears trickled down her cheeks and chin, “no! No! No! Please!”

Through the open window, she could hear the captain's voice barking orders, commanding his men to lift anchor and set sail.

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scorpiobitch95 · 3 years ago

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Summary: When he spies her from across the court, Charles knows he has to have her. He can’t wait for her garnet lips to be his.

Pairing: Charles Brandon x Female OFC (no body type specifically described, not named.)

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, food play, sex (p in v), cursing, oral sex (f receiving, mentions of m receiving), bodily fluids, cursing.

Author’s Note: This work is for 18+ only, no minors tolerated. You consume content at your own risk.

This one… wow it got away from me, but it just kept flowing. Charles is 😍😍😍.

@cavillsthighs gave me the brilliant idea to continue this “Lipstick Kisses” theme for more of Henry Cavill’s characters… so I am doing just that! Shoutout to her for the support and for editing this for me! LOVE YOU, BESTIE.

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Garnet

The night their hands grazed one another during the King’s birthday celebration was the first time he succumbed to her magic. It was the first day of a week-long pomp and circumstance in honor of His Majesty, just the way the King preferred. The heavy smells of food and wine wafted throughout the room where the court was alive and thriving with guests engaging in lively conversations. In the middle of the hall, a dance was in full swing. That’s where Charles Brandon and his soon-to-be secret lover found themselves that evening: right in the midst of the excitement.

Her gown was ornate and shining golden in the soft torchlight; her lips were stained with the rich wine and berries she had indulged in earlier in the evening. The use of cosmetics was not a commonly accepted practice at court, so instead, for evenings like these, she tugged on her lips with her teeth and stained them with her wine to achieve her desired red-hue. Call it an alter-ego, call it her real personality, she couldn’t be sure, but she relished in the feeling of confidence that her garnet-toned lips inspired. One thing was certain — it made her stand out from the crowd.

Their hands met briefly, only for a moment, but the fleeting moment burned their skin white-hot as if they’d each mistakenly grasped a glowing ember. The heat surprised them both as their eyes met with exhilaration and curiosity, but before they could soak in one another’s appearance, the dance directed them to other partners. Charles couldn’t bear to look away from where she twirled, nor could she tear her eyes away from his dashing face. From the second their eyes locked, they knew they needed to devour the other.

After the dance transitioned to group chatter, Charles made his way across the hall to where she stood, but fate was not on their side this particular evening. He was quickly swept away to tend to an urgent matter with the King, as his presence was always immediately requested when something was amiss.

He glanced back at her as his presence was all but forced out of the room; like a moth to a flame, his eyes managed to find her in the chaos of his exit. Her devilishly red smile could have illuminated the entire castle.

He saw her again the following night. Charles was thankful, for the first time in his life, for the several layers of clothing that his outfit required. His erection strained against his pants, intense and throbbing as his breath quickened at what he witnessed: her succulent lips wrapping around the tender flesh of a small dark cherry, her teeth delicately piercing the skin. Blood surged to his groin as he watched her with lustful intrigue. The cherry juice stained her pillowy lips, tinting them a deep, rich red. He couldn’t take his eyes off her beautiful mouth.

The bustle of the party-goers was thunderous, but their energies drew together, creating a serene silence that only they were privy to experience. Her gaze locked onto him from across the room, her eyelashes fluttering slowly as she smirked at his noticing her stare. Once she had the handsome Duke’s attention, she rubbed the cherry across her lips, her dancing eyes never leaving his. A sly grin spread across her face as she wished to tease him further. Her tongue snaked out and traced where the juice had stained. His mouth hung open, dumbfounded, as she giggled quietly to herself.

Biting down on another cherry, her tongue caressed the curves of the fruit as her nimble fingers plucked away the stem.

He continued to watch her gently devour the fruit and take sensual sips of her wine while laughing with the ladies that surrounded her. Charles felt his arousal hardening further the longer he observed. Glancing in his direction every few moments, a warm flush colored her cheeks, but she didn’t let her gaze falter at his staring.

Her boldness made his heart race.

He needed to know that her kisses tasted as sweetly as he imagined.

He needed those garnet lips pleasing him, needed them covered in his essence.

The desire he held for her grew as he spied on her throughout the evening, and the more he observed her, the more he realized: this lady was not innocent. She was roping him in under her spell, and he didn’t even know her name.

Communicating without speaking, she quietly excused herself from the room as Charles did the same. They quietly snuck away to an abandoned hallway, far from the dinner festivities.

They found each other in the dimly lit space, their bodies were driven together fiercely as their lips met in a tango of their own. Hands roamed, moans escaped, and tongues collided as they conversed in the only way that made sense.

It was taboo for them to be alone together, though they found ways, regardless of societal rules. Strolls through the garden would soon find them hiding behind mazes of shrubbery, grasping and gripping each other hurriedly as their lips met in a pure frenzy of need.

Their cozy alcove at the edge of the forest also served them well; they used it for their secret picnics. These picnics were chocked full of the best wine, fruits, cheese, and bread they could find as they laughed and delighted in each other’s company. They were also full of stolen kisses and risque romps in the plush grass. Many times in this hiding spot, she had pleasured Charles to his release, loving the way his warm thick manhood felt between her swollen-from-kissing lips. She couldn’t get enough of teasing him with her tongue and savoring his taste with every gift of his salty nectar that he provided.

On an evening where the King was distracted by the most recent conquest in his revolving door of lovers, Charles was off duty from orchestrating the next chess moves for the English Army. This evening was similar to previous ones, he admired his secret lover from afar as she drank her wine and eyed him from across the room. Their affair had developed and had been happening for several weeks after that initial night. Once again, she held one single cherry and darkened her lip with it as the sweet flesh met hers.

Dancing ensued again, though this time she got to keep Charles as her partner. As they danced, her slender fingers entwined a parchment note between his thick ones. When the dance came to a close, they parted ways and she quietly slipped out of the boisterous room.

Finding a corner to fill his cup and read privately, he glanced at what she had written —

Your chambers, meet me there. Half past the hour.

Don’t be seen.

It was signed, not with her name, but with a garnet kiss print, plush and juicy red.

The thrill Charles felt in his chest as he snuck out of the party he knew was nothing compared to what the evening would ultimately entail. He was surprised at his restraint over these last days — he was not the patient type.

He’d never wanted anything so badly in his existence as the way he wanted her. Wanted to bury his head between her silken thighs. Wanted to hear her screaming out his name as her pleasure stole all of the energy out of her body. Wanted to nestle himself in her sweet pussy and feel her squeeze his cock the way she had squeezed his fingers when he was plunging into her only hours before.

Entering his bedchambers, numerous candles illuminated the room in a soft glow. The gold, black, and silver threads in the duvet and the tapestry shimmered brilliantly under the soft candlelight. She laid out on the mahogany four-poster bed and had propped herself up sensually on the lush pillows. Her body was bare, save for the wine-dyed corset pushing her opulent breasts together, creating delectable cleavage that had no choice but to spill over the top of her lingerie. She laid with her legs curled to one side, the side of her thigh modestly covering her naked lower half.

A relentless hunger engulfed his senses. Incense burned and filled his chambers with a transformative fragrance as Charles began to stalk his prey.

She watched him from the elevated bed, her eyes following his movements carefully. Warmth flooded her body as he drew nearer; she clamped her thighs tighter together to find friction to soothe the arousal growing within her.

As Charles made his way to the bed, he was once again mesmerized by her luscious lips and the color that was swiped across the delectable flesh. He was sure that she’d delighted in more cherries and wine before meeting, but as he crept closer, the pigment looked more intense than he’d previously seen. Charles smirked at the boldness of this beautiful woman. Quirking his head to the side, he questioned her silently but struggled to maintain composure as her bosom caught his attention.

God, how he wanted to slide his tongue and his cock in the valley of her succulent breasts.

Her teeth grazed her lower lip, suckling on it lightly as she looked up at him through her darkened lashes.

“I thought I could enhance our evening, my love. I think you’ll quite enjoy the look of my kisses against your skin.” She leaned forward to pick up his hand from where he stood at the edge of his bed, flipped it to view the underside of his wrist, and placed on it a gentle red kiss.

“Ahh, so you’ve indulged in a little more than simply fruit and wine, then,” the Duke chuckled.

“I will neither confirm, nor deny…” she giggled. “...Though it is made from cherry juice.” Her eyes darkened as she caressed his hand. “All the better to mark your skin with… do you find it to your liking, Your Grace?”

“Mmm…you’re lovely.” His thumb brushed against her bottom lip and she kissed him there, too, capturing his thumb with her mouth and gently licking his fingertip. Charles hummed as she placed a single hot kiss on his open palm, causing him to shudder beneath her warm touch. “I’m going to need to see these fuckable lips on every part of my body.”

Seeing the garnet kiss stain on his skin drove her wild, and any shyness she previously had left her body entirely. “I think I can oblige those wishes... Although, I wouldn’t want the court thinking I’ve bewitched you with a little lip varnish. You won’t turn me in for witchcraft, will you?”

Her hands roamed his clothed chest as she rose to her knees, starting to undress him. “You’re under my spell, but there isn’t any magic involved, sir.” She smiled cheekily as she removed the last of his ornate clothing.

His hand reached to brush the delicate skin of her cheek. His fingers were warm and soothing against her soft skin. She struggled to keep her composure; every touch he placed on her skin made her become more of him than herself. “We are keeping many secrets together, my sweet. What is one more? I could be the keeper of your secrets forever, you know.”

She giggled at his words but didn’t reply, not sure whether to take them seriously.

Never having seen the Duke in his full glory before, she marveled at his strong physique. Her fingers had a mind of their own as they glided across his skin, the dark curls on his chest entrancing her as she memorized his body.

His patience was impeccable; letting her do whatever she pleased. Charles’ paramour stood from the bed and circled his form, wishing to see every part of him.

“I need you to trust me, Your Grace, as I mark you here..” she placed a kiss on his shoulder blade, “and here..” in the middle of his back, traveling downward and tracing his taut muscles underneath her delicate fingerprints, she found herself face to face with the backs of his broad, muscular thighs. “I love knowing that in this room, you’re all mine...” her lips pressed to kiss his firm thighs and glutes, leaving cherry-hued prints in her wake.

“I’m all yours for as long as you wish to play, my dear.”

Her hands traveled up and down his flesh, teasing him as he reached to pour the decanter of red wine into their two chalices. Dark red lipstick kisses decorated Charles’ back as she explored and worshipped his sculpted form. She stood and wrapped her arms around his middle as she added more tender kisses to his back. Seeing her marks on him sent her arousal into overdrive. She brushed her sensitive breasts over the bulging muscles of his back, cherishing the feel of his hot skin on hers.

Grabbing her delicate hands, Charles invited her to sit at the oversized vanity that occupied a corner of the suite. A large mirror stared back at them as he handed the wine to her; she sipped sensually, watching his every move through the reflective pane.

“My Lady, if I may, I have something for you.” He opened a drawer in the large table, pulling out a long box tied with a red ribbon. Opening it to show her the contents, inside she saw a beautiful gold-plated necklace with a large jeweled brooch and many smaller adornments. The gilded gold surrounded striking red garnets and shimmering pearls.

A gasp left her lips at its elegance, and Charles’ mouth curled into a provocative grin at her response, as if he were a cat who’d caught a mouse. “I went to a jeweler the other day, and these rich garnets caught my attention. I couldn’t help but think of you. I had Sir Thomas craft this to accent your already exquisite beauty.”

“Your Grace... Charles… it’s beautiful... but why does it remind you of me?” Charles leaned down, clasping the necklace behind her neck. His fingers barely brushed her skin, erupting goosebumps on her body, and laid it upon her smooth décolletage.

Wickedness glinted on his sculpted face as he captured her neck with his rough kisses and breathed out, “The garnets reminded me of your plush, berry-soaked lips that I love to devour.” Her eyes caught his gaze in the mirror. Charles clasped his hands with hers, watching his Lady’s cheeks flush with warmth at his words.

She brought their combined hands to her lips, kissing the back of Charles’ hand, once again marking him with the lipstick autograph that matched her new gift. He was entranced by her beauty, watching her intently and soaking in this moment as she succumbed to her happiness. “Hmm… tell me more, sir.”

Kissing along his darling’s neck, he continued, “And the pearls.. may I just say that I was divinely inspired.” His chuckle pulsed around her; she could feel it all the way down to her core. Arousal dampened the skin between her legs with every sound emitting from his throat.

Her head cocked to the side and her eyebrows lifted in mischief, awaiting the continuance of his response. The Duke leaned close to her, kept eye contact in the mirror, and growled lowly in her ear, “The pearls were inspired by the way my cum dribbles from those deep red lips after I mark you as my own, my sweeting.” The breath that she didn’t know she was holding expelled from her mouth as she felt her need grow between her thighs.

Charles laughed darkly as she took a large gulp of wine to increase her bravery, asking him, “How could you possibly know that garnets are my favorite? How do I look, Your Grace?”

“Hmm… positively corrupt.” The Duke grinned and his fangs caught the light, making her blush profusely. The necklace fell just above her breasts, accentuating their curves and making his mouth water. Greed took hold of him as he stared at her; it was as if he hadn’t eaten in days and she was to become his last meal.

He led her back to the bed, guiding her to sit at the edge on her knees, facing away from him. Charles unlaced the ribbons of her sinful corset, releasing the remainder of her velvety flesh. He couldn’t help that his hands instinctively went to the curve of her lower back, running his fingers over her hips and tracing up her spine. Her skin felt like pure silk underneath his rough fingers. Grabbing the bowl of fresh cherries from the bed tray, he urged her, “Go and lie on the pillows, my love.”

He watched her supple buttocks sway as she climbed to the middle of the bed, lying on her back propped up as she had been earlier. Charles settled himself between her knees. Taking his turn to pierce a cherry with his teeth, he bit into a small fruit, tossed the pit aside, and immediately went to work, tracing the juicy berry down her collarbone and over her erect nipples, licking the juice he left behind.

The cherry was the light unto his path, down her breasts to her navel and then her thighs and heated center, using his tongue and lips the entire way. He found himself face to face with her delectable slit.

He’d been waiting to taste her all day.

Opening her thighs wide, he leaned in to suckle her glistening folds, teasing her lightly with the tip of his tongue.

Meanwhile, a violent thunderstorm raged outside. The thundering booms and splatters of rain on the window panes created a perfect blank canvas for the moans coming from his suite. Her body writhed on the satin beneath her as he toyed with her sensitive flesh.

“Tell me how incredible I make you feel, sweeting... Scream for me. Succumb to me. Tell me how glorious my tongue feels on your clit.”

Charles squeezed more cherry juice on her pussy, lapping it up greedily like a starved man. One of his many talents was knowing exactly how to make a woman squirm beneath his touch. Her moans reverberated off of the walls of his chambers. All five of his senses were drunk on her.

As his tongue stroked sensual circles around her clit, Charles pressed two fingers into her wetness, plunging and curling them with vigor. He hummed, his low gravelly timbre vibrating her nub. Her legs quivered and shook and she tried to back away as the stimulation built in her core, but he reached a free hand wrap around her hips, pulling her closer to him. Squeezing her ass, he pleasured her intently, giving his all to hear her moan and gasp. Charles refused to part with her sweet juices, having found the fountain of life between her thighs.

Watching her naked body come undone and listening to her moans, the Duke himself began to pant, gaining intense pleasure from pleasing his woman.

“You’re mine, you hear me? Only mine. Yes, that’s it, darling. Let go, let go.” Charles’ fucked her harder with his fingers, curling them to hit that little spot he knew would drive her over.

She bucked her hips as she came with force and moaned out his name reflexively. Her fingers entangled in Charles’ hair, pushing his head even closer to her center. He refused to stop, continuing to lightly flick her clit, sending aftershocks throughout her lower body. His hand and tongue teased and caressed her until she began to relax, coming down from her high.

He felt his lover draw sweet circles on his head with her fingers, petting him appreciatively as he placed tender smooches to her swollen mound, each one making her shudder in her orgasmic glow. She loved the way he made her come.

As Charles crawled up her body, she pulled his face to hers and pressed her garnet lips to his, sharing in the taste of herself on his mouth. She placed kisses on his stubbled neck, licking around his Adam's apple. The Duke moaned in her ear and she flooded with arousal once again. His weight was deliciously heavy on top of her, pressing her into the plush bed as he worshipped her skin.

“I’m in love with you,” Charles rasped hotly against her neck. He kissed her all over, but she was distracted by the bells that began tolling loudly in her head, bringing her thoughts elsewhere…

She didn’t want to admit that she had indeed fallen for the Duke. She didn’t want to admit that she felt anything other than lust. Love hardly amounted to a lifetime of happiness. She knew that if she admitted that she indeed loved him too, there was no guarantee she would get to keep him for herself.

Charles’ lips nipping at her skin brought her back from her wandering thoughts and she finally murmured, “I think you’re only in love with the way I feel around you, Charles. You’re drunk not only on wine but on the juices that you drink from the apex of my thighs.”

His toned arms held his strong body above her as his head lifted, pausing his ministrations. Concern flitted across his brows and he asked, “Are you telling me that no feelings have found you? None of adoration, only of fleshly desire? Because I have found myself zealously in love with you.”

Pangs of longing struck her soul, but she forcefully pushed those aside and chose to question him instead with rational thoughts, her eyes not able to meet his intense stare. “How can you possibly know that? Carnal pleasures don’t necessarily equate to love, Your Grace.”

Her hands traced his virile chest, gently petting the hair that covered his toned muscles there. She needed to know if he was truthful with his words. “Are we not simply partaking in our fleshly desires?”She asked him, struggling to maintain her confidence. “For all I know, tomorrow the King will ask you to betroth a woman… and what are you to say? ‘I cannot, I love another?’ This court doesn’t care a thing about love.”

“That,” He kissed her passionately, “does not answer my question.” His hard cock pressed against her abdomen, hot and heavy. “I want you. Why won’t you believe me?” He asked this as he slid the head of his flesh between her velvet walls, extracting a moan from her delicate throat.

Trying her best to stay focused on the topic at hand, she managed to breathe out, “Because I’ve seen you charm many other ladies to your bed before, where, for all I know, you could have ‘found yourself in love’ with them, too. I am not a fool, my dear.”

“No, you aren’t. But I have been. Can you accept that?”

She made herself meet his gaze as he hovered above her, her face becoming serious as she searched for a trace of lies in his expression.

She couldn’t find any.

Without answering, one of her hands reached behind to grab his head, bringing his lips to meet her messy red ones as her other hand reached between them to massage his heavy manhood. She rubbed the tip along her opening, prolonging her teasing. Lining him up with her center, she pushed him inside of her. His cock stretched her walls ever so deliciously, an intense rush of pleasure surging throughout her body despite the small pain that his size induced.

Charles thrust into her slow and steady while she adjusted to his size. His mouth claimed her lips once more, sucking and biting them as her hands roamed his back, lightly scratching at his skin. She squeezed her muscles around him, causing Charles to let out a feral growl.

“Sinful, you are, my dear Lady. I must have died and gone to heaven. Your sweet cunt makes me feel like I’ve arrived home,” he gasped, his breaths heavy and labored.

Charles was in awe at his lover’s beauty, how unleashed she was underneath him. Her hands found Charles’ ass and she kneaded the meaty flesh beneath her fingers as he squeezed her inner thighs, pressing her legs open wider.

He ground his hips into hers as he sank further into her, his cock bottoming out, his hip bone pressing deliciously into her nub. Shockwaves ran through her clit, her back instinctively arching up to let her meet his searching lips. He took her nipples into his mouth, lightly pinching them with his teeth as she moaned loudly in his ear.

He fucked into her with a steady pace one moment, then a tortuously slow pace the next. She felt every inch of him caressing her walls, the thick ridges of his head teasing her entrance every time he slowly withdrew from her. “That’s my girl… completely taken over by the feeling of my hard cock fucking her… shall I go faster?”

“Yes! Your Grace... please.” Her moans were lusty and unleashed, a true match to Charles’ vigor.

His grin was pure evil as he slipped out of her, despite her mewling objections. Flipping her over, he pulled her to all fours as he guided his cock back to her dripping slit. Teasing her, he rubbed the head of his cock over her sensitive clit. Her knees began to buckle, but before she collapsed, Charles grabbed around her middle and pulled her back into his chest.

He entered her again, hitting her front wall which made her shudder within his grasp. Charles marveled at how perfectly the shape of her ass fit to the bend of his hips, like they were the last two puzzle pieces completing the entire work.

She chanted her pleasure, over and over again, lost in the sensation of him. He was lost in the sensation of her. With her back pressed to his sweaty front, Charles wrapped one hand around the front of her waist as the other played with her flushed breasts, pinching and tweaking her peaks.

The Duke fucked her without abandon, flesh slapping flesh aggressively as they groaned loudly, relishing in their pleasure. He once again thanked the skies for the background noise to drown them out from prying ears, though he did not care. It was as if they had made love to one another over and over for many years — almost like they had found each other again and again in multiple lifetimes.

“Wow… you feel so good… Oh yes! Charles, I… Oh, fuck…” She came with an eruption that would put Mt. Vesuvius to shame, soaking his cock and thighs with her cum.

“You’re so pretty when you let go, sweeting. God, look at you..” Feeling her body convulse underneath his touch, Charles pumped his release into her. He buried his cock deep within her slick, holding her firmly to his hips while his hand reached around her throat, pulling her head back to his shoulder. His cum spurted into her, coating her insides, giving her a warm sense of success while Charles continued to nibble on her neck.

They looked across to the mirror, admiring the lover’s embrace looking back at them. They were both completely sated but were still aroused by the image of their bodies entwined together.

Hands roamed across skin, arms embraced the other as they watched their forms. Charles’ hand was suddenly on her clit, gently twirling his fingertips around it, overstimulating her by flicking it ever so gently until her whimpers convinced him to stop. Charles pulled himself from her warmth and his fingers slid into her folds, swiping up some of their union as he brought his hand to her mouth.

“For you,” he growled. She licked the warm cum off of his fingers, letting some of it dribble down her succulent cherry-stained lips. “Fuck,” the Duke exhaled heavily. “God, woman, the things you do to me… you are simply incredible.”

A smile spread across her garnet lips, her necklace glinting and gleaming in the glow of the candlelight. “Hmm... It is my absolute honor to please you, Your Grace.”

They laid down on the plush feathered bed in the afterglow of their carnal glory, the sweat starting to cool on their skin. She wrapped her legs around his and drew lazy circles across the planes of his body with her fingertips. Soft kisses were shared and placed everywhere they both could reach.

“Have my red-stained lips bewitched you enough to make you want to ask for my hand, Your Grace? You have already proclaimed your love, and you have already taken my virtue.” Her witty banter was not lost on the Duke; he, too, could play her game.

“Your virtue was long gone before I came along, my dear. No one’s mouth waters that much when seeing a cock for the first time.” Charles smirked at her. She rolled her eyes dramatically but laughed at him anyways. “And besides, I would be marrying you for far more reasons than just your lipstick, my sweeting. I am under your spell, but it is completely organic.”

“Why go and ruin a good thing? Do you not enjoy sneaking around with me, My Lord? Are you really willing to let go of the thrill of our secret?” She prodded him, needing to know that he meant what he’d proclaimed.

“Ruin?” Charles asked incredulously, “Getting to spend every day beside you with no limitations? Showing the world that you chose me? Spending my life with you would be the furthest thing from ruin, My Lady.”

She heard his words, but her doubtful thoughts had snakes their way back in to her head. She fell silent in his arms once more. They laid like that for a while, listening to the heavy raindrops patter randomly against the windows.

“You have yet to answer my question,” Charles finally reminded her in a low tone, savoring the softness of her body against him as his rugged hands explored her skin.

She shimmied closer into him, hiding her face as she whispered, “Don’t. Don’t make me. Please don’t make me tell you that I love you, too. As soon as I admit my love for you… I won’t be able to ignore it.”

“Look at me, my sweet.” Begrudgingly, she raised her head to meet his gaze. Charles caressed her chin, rubbing his thumb gently across it as his other hand brushed the loose tendrils of hair from her glistening face. “Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“Your Grace, we don’t know that the King will give us his blessing...” Charles cut her off, catching her lips once more with his, sending all of his emotions into the kiss, desperate to help her understand just how ardently he wanted her. He wrapped his arms around her back, holding her close, their foreheads pressed against one another.

Again he persisted, “I will deal with the King. Will you do me the honor of letting me become your husband?” He searched her eyes for a crack in her walls, begging the universe for her to let him in. “Come on,” he joked, “don’t you want me to make you scream with pleasure for the rest of our lives?”

She barely managed to bite back a smile, massaging her bottom lip with her teeth, debating on how to answer.

“Will it help if I show you something?” he asked.

Her head cocked in curiosity; she nodded, watching his muscles ripple under his skin as he turned to the table by the bed, grabbing another wrapped parcel, this time much smaller. Charles turned back and opened it for her, explaining as he went.

“I had this made with your necklace… I hoped then, and still do, that you’ll say yes to me.” Inside the parcel lay a beautiful golden gimmel ring. The two interlocking rings shone brightly, one golden band set ornately around a large red garnet, surrounded by pearls, and the other decorated with smaller garnets; a perfect match.

Upon seeing the rings, the thoughts swirling in her mind slowed and were replaced by a sense of calm. Her heart pounded, but inside, she knew— she felt in her soul that they could face anything that came before them in this life. He truly wanted her, just as she wanted him.

“You’re insatiable, you know that?” She asked him, shaking her head but accepting the larger of the two rings as Charles tenderly placed it on her finger, following by placing the other on his own. He stared her down, impatiently waiting for her answer. “Yes!” she laughed nervously.

“At last!” Charles exclaimed, his beaming smile lighting up the room. He pushed her back on the bed, attacking her lips and body with hurried kisses, unable to contain his excitement. “I hope you’ve stocked up on wine and cherries to make more of that lip varnish, my dear. There are many other places I want to see your red kisses, starting with my cock.”

* I do not own Charles Brandon, The Tudors, or anything related to it.

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henrycavillobsessed · 2 years ago

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The Dark Side Of Me - Part Three

AU Henry Cavill (Detective!Henry) x female reader

Words: 1,872

TW/CW: Angst/anger. Mentions of pregnancy/miscarriage/harm to babies. Trying for a baby. Violence/blood/mentions of injury. Bad langauge. Hospitals. Nightmares/panic attacks/mental health/therapy.

Summary: Henry finally catches up with Kingsley Archer, the man who nearly took everything from him. The trauma of the attack takes it toll on you.

Notes: I really am sorry it’s taken so long for me to finish this! Life got in the way and writers block really was a thing with this one! However saying that I’m proud I’ve finally finshed my first Henry AU fic and I really hope you enjoy it as much as part one and two!

Part one is here and part two is here

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Sunlight filtered in through the open window, bringing with it a slight breeze and the morning chorus of birds that softly woke me. Stretching, I rolled over to see Henry’s side of the bed was empty; I frowned slightly. Always working, I thought to myself, that man is always working… I eased myself out of bed, slightly surprised by how difficult this basic motion was, and looking down I saw… a bump? A baby bump?

“Good morning, my love,” I heard his voice then, and I looked at him in panic as he entered our bedroom.

“Henry? What’s going on? What’s happening to me?” I fretted to him, but he didn’t seem to hear me.

“How are my two favourite girls today?” Henry smiled his crooked smile, my favourite smile, and he bent down to gently pull me up off of the bed and lead me towards our mirrored wardrobe.

“Henry, what do you mean? What’s wrong with you? I-“ My words choked off in a gasp.

In the mirror, Henry stood behind me, his head bent to rest on my shoulder, his smile now serene as he looked down towards his hands which were tenderly cradling my stomach, my stomach which was straining against my silk pyjama top, and all of a sudden I remembered, and a huge wave of love crashed over me, overwhelming me, and I felt tears of happiness spill from my eyes and down my cheeks…

“Oh, yes… yes! This is our daughter inside of me, isn’t it?” I looked up to meet Henry’s eyes in the mirror, and he nodded. I laughed joyfully once through my tears. “How could I have forgotten! Oh, Henry!”

Then… pain. I was once again confused, as I felt Henry’s hands tense, harder, then harder still as they crushed my stomach, began to crush our baby…

“Henry, stop! What are you doing?” I screamed, looking back up at him in the mirror, desperately.

But Henry wasn’t there. In his place, a man wearing a dark tracksuit stood behind me now, and as I watched his mouth, hidden in the shadow of a cap pulled low over his face, split into a menacing grin, and then the worst pain shocked through me, and my eyes shot down to the fire and I saw it, the handle of a knife sticking out from my abdomen, dark blood flowing steadily from where the blade had entered and I screamed and I screamed and I screamed.

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“You fucking cunt!” Kingsley Archer screamed as he wrenched his head back up from the table; blood gushed from his nose in a torrent, his cuffed hands making him unable to stem it. “You will fucking pay-“

BAM. His face once again met the metal table, and this time Henry held Archer there.

“I thought I said that I was going to be doing the talking?” he growled in his prisoner’s ear.

Archer moaned, the sound muffled and gurgled as the blood dripped into his mouth. Henry increased the pressure, mashing Archer’s face against the unforgiving surface and he was satisfied to hear the wet crunching that meant the asshole’s nose was breaking further. Yet still Archer wouldn’t cease his whining.

“Look mate, I wouldn’t have gone for her if I’d known it was your missus!”

Henry stilled behind him, fury ice cold in his heart. He bent down, slowly, sinisterly, and his voice was barely a whisper next to Archer’s face. “But it was my missus, Kingsley. And do you know what else? She. Was. Pregnant.”

And with that, the fury unleashed itself. Roaring, Henry seized Archer’s shoulders and using all his strength he wrenched him away from the stainless steel table, the cuffs attached to his arms coming free, and Archer smashed into the mirror behind him, shattering it with his head; blood dripped as he fell down to the floor, groaning, finally lost for words. Henry was upon him then, raining down punch upon punch, each blow punctured with a strangled cry, furious tears burning down his face.

“She was PREGNANT you fucking cunt! PREGNANT! You killed our baby! You nearly killed HER! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” Henry raged, and in that moment he knew his words were true, coming from a dark side of him, one he knew existed somewhere inside but had never wanted to meet, yet now he welcomed it, let this dark version come forth, because hurting Archer was never going to be enough, he needed him dead, wasn’t going to stop until he was dead...

“Henry! Henry, stop! That’s enough!” Suddenly Henry felt a pair of arms dragging him away; he struggled against them.

“NO!” he roared. “Not yet!”

James Brook’s face came into view through the black haze in Henry’s mind. “Henry, stop. This isn’t you. Stop.”

Brooks’s words finally got through to Henry and panting heavily, he obeyed, all of sudden feeling weak and spent. Angrily he wiped away the tears on his face with bloody hands, and he looked down at the mess that was Kingsley Archer. He was still alive, but barely, and amongst the lacerations and bruises on his face one eye was swollen shut, blood oozing slowly from the socket. Henry felt no regret for what he had done, instead spitting on him before storming from the holding cell.

“I hope you rot, you piece of shit,” were his last words to the animal that had nearly cost him everything, as the door slammed shut behind him.

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I wasn’t sleeping when Henry walked into my hospital room; the remnants of my nightmare still haunted me and I was terrified to close my eyes again, instead I sat bolt upright in my bed, holding on to the call button, fear leaving a sheen on my skin as I imagined the man with the cap low on his face entering, coming back to finish the job...

I was so pent up that when the door opened I screamed.

“Ssh, ssh, Y/N, it’s me, it’s Henry! It’s okay, I’m here, I’m here...” Henry rushed to my side and I clung to him, sobbing out the panic, taking comfort in his solid presence, his scent surrounding me, reminding me of safety, my Henry the detective superintendent, my protector...

As my cried subsided and my breathing returned to a normal pace, I shakily looked up at my husband’s face. He looked like hell, dark purple shadows under his eyes, curls sticking up in every direction, and looking down I saw his hands, red raw and bloodied. Alarm coursed through me.

“You found him.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes.”

“Is he- Is he dead?”

“No.”

“But you got him?”

“I got him, baby. He won’t hurt you ever again.”

I cried again then. Relief that my attacker had seemingly paid his debt was coursing through me, although concern rose up underneath it.

“Are you okay though, Henry? Your poor hands...”

He laughed once, humourlessly. “I’m fine, my love, please don’t worry about me.”

“What about your job? Surely this is going to have made an impact.” I asked worryingly and Henry sighed.

“My beautiful wife, I think it’s time I left the police force. It’s been a long time coming, and this whole... situation, it’s made me realise what’s important. I’ve spent so long protecting others, when in reality I should have been protecting you. My job made you vulnerable and I will never, ever forgive myself...” He took a deep breath and continued. “Tonight I met a part of me I never want to meet again. It’s time we moved out of the city and took some time to focus on what really matters- each other. And perhaps, when you’re ready, we can try again for... for a...” his words trailed off as tears pricked his eyes and my heart broke for him.

He held me close as we both cried, cried for the horror we’d both experienced, and the loss. We held each other wordlessly until long after the sun had come up, only pulling apart when a nurse came in to see to my dressings, and even then I kept him in my sight.

“I’d like that, you know,” I said to him finally.

“Like what, my darling?”

“To move away, to the country. Kal would too,” I smiled for what seemed like the first time in an eternity and was buoyed when Henry returned it.

“Then that’s what we shall do,” he said, taking my hand and pulling it to his lips, kissing it gently. “That’s what we shall do.”

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18 months later...

In a cottage in the woods, the wind whipped through the dark trees menacingly, and screeched as it rattled the window frames and shadows danced in the thickness of the trees. In your king sized bed in the master bedroom upstairs, Henry looked down at you worriedly as you tossed and turned, moaning softly as sweat shining on your forehead. Suddenly you woke with a scream, eyes darting around in a panic, breath coming out in pants.

Henry reached out to you, and held you as you calmed down. It might have been a year and a half since the attack but you still suffered with nightmares and panic attacks. The therapist that you saw said this was to be expected, although you were making good progress with your sessions, and Henry of course did everything he could to help. He had plenty of time to be with you now he’d left the force, in fact he hated to be away from you even for a moment, hence why he’d taken a working from home job doing admin work for a security company. It was a pay cut, true, but totally worth it when it came to your mental health and safety.

Kal whined softly at the end of the bed, his nose resting on the duvet as he looked at you balefully. “Come on, boy,” you whispered and the akita jumped up. You cuddled into him gratefully and Henry’s heart was full looking at the two of you, grateful you had each other. There was still no sign of a baby in your lives although both you and Henry had spoken about it, and were tentatively beginning to try again. For now though, the big bear of a dog was doing a fine job of being both companion and child.

“I dreamt... I dreamt he was there again, waiting for me...” you spoke quietly after a while.

“I know, baby. I know it feels so real, but he will never find you or hurt you again,” Henry said, pulling you close. “I promise.”

You snuggled in closer to him. “That storm is getting bad out there, isn’t it?” you shuddered as the wind rattled the windows again and rain began to pelt down against them.

“Yep. But it’s nice and warm and safe in here, baby. Go back to sleep,” Henry replied, humming softly until your eyes fluttered shut and your breathing evened out once again.

Outside, lightning flashed through the sky, illuminating the trees, and a shadow skulked back to the darkness, a shadow with a cap pulled low over its face, and a glint of silver in its hand...

The end.

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keanureevesisbae · 3 years ago

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Yaaaay, that makes me happy! Thank you xx

Walter Marshall x fem!reader

Summary: Walter loves you so much, that he treats you like porcelain, however you need it a little bit less vanilla and more rough

Wordcount: 700

Warnings: sex, deep throating, mentions of rough sex

Walter had this tendency to treat you like you were made out of porcelain and whenever you said to him you are not made of glass, he simply scoffs and says you are too precious. While it was evident that compared to him, you were indeed precious, it kinda hurt your ego and a little bit of your sex life if you were honest.

Sure, you loved how he worshipped you, how he makes you feel like the most beautiful woman on earth, but there was one thing you needed.

To be absolutely ravished by him. Railed, used and completely overpowered by him. That desire was there, just… Your man was too damn careful with you

Walter presses millions of kisses on your bare body, his touch ever so light, his lips ever so soft. You let out a deep sigh, causing him to look up. ‘What’s wrong?’ he asks.

‘Walter, please know that I love you,’ you start.

‘Baby, you’re worrying me. Is it something I did?’

Seeing your big bear like boyfriend this insecure, nearly makes you curse yourself. ‘No, it’s… I need to talk to you about something. No, I’m not breaking up with you, nor am I pregnant and I love you forever.’

He frowns. ‘Okay?’

‘You need to stop being so careful with me,’ you blurt out. Deep down you wished you brought it a little better, but now it’s at least out in the open. ‘I’m not kidding when I say that you need to stop treating me like I can break. I need you to use me.’

He places his chin on your stomach, two puppy eyes looking at you. ‘Why?’

‘Because I can take it and… I want to be a little bit less vanilla in bed with you.’

‘But what if I hurt you?’ he asks, his worry noticeable in every syllable he said. ‘I don’t want to hurt you.’

‘I know,’ you whisper. ‘But… That’s why we can have a safe word. When it becomes too much for me and vice versa, we’ll let each other know.’

‘Are you sure?’ he asks.

‘I’m sure, Walter.’ You push his curls out of his face. ‘Please?’

He nods, kissing you right underneath your belly button. ‘How about we use chocolate as our safe word?’

You roll your eyes. ‘You sweet tooth,’ you laugh. ‘But sure, chocolate can be our safe word. You sure you’re cool with it?’

‘I am,’ he says, a wicked smile toying on his lips already. ‘Wanna start now?’

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When you said to him that you needed him to use you, you weren’t exactly expecting this. You have no idea how much time has passed, how many times you already came (and how many times you didn’t) and how many spanks you received on your currently fiery red ass, but you were a shivering mess.

His tip slides deep inside your mouth, as his hand is buried in your messy hairs. ‘Fuck, aren’t you a little slut,’ he mutters, forcing his cock further down your throat. He ignores your gags and doesn’t seem to mind that you’re drooling all over your chest as your kneeled in front of him. Walter uses your mouth to chase his high and he spills his seed with some loud moans. It trickles down your throat as you try to swallow. The grip on your hair loosens and after he thrusts his soft cock once more inside your mouth, he pulls out and you gasp, trying to take a deep breath.

‘You did good,’ Walter says in a loving and caring tone. ‘Shit, baby, you’re quite something.’ You let out a tired chuckle, as he pulls you up on the bed with him, his arms wrapping you in a tight embrace. ‘I’m so proud of you. Are you okay?’

‘I am.’

He uses his thumb to wipe your chin. ‘Is this what you wanted?’

You nod against his hairy and sweaty chest. ‘It was.’

‘Well, I definitely want to do this again and again and again,’ he says. ‘But remember, I’ll treat you like porcelain outside these types of activities, whether you like it or not.’

You chuckle. ‘I think I can live with that.’

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roamwithahungryheart · 3 years ago

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Don't be fooled, I'm just getting started...this is where the fun begins. It's time for Lauren's first smut of the year!

Henry slips quietly into the room, but with your back to the door, you don’t notice him until you feel a hot, sticky kiss pressed to your cheek. Fresh from the gym, his skin is glistening with sweat. You duck away from him, grumbling.

“Don’t groan, I know you love it.”

You turn to him, arms folded knowingly. “You just want me to tell you that you look sexy when you’re all sweaty.”

He cocks an eyebrow. “Do I?”

“Yes.” You huff, shaking your head. “Please go shower, then you can be clean and sexy.”

“What if I want to be dirty?”

He pulls you against him with such force that you’re almost winded. You moan, feeling every inch of him begging for entrance beneath the flimsy fabric of his sweatpants. God, he’s always so hard to resist. There’s no use fighting it. You melt into him, further and further with every kiss. Soon, you’re entwined in a messy scuffle across the room. Panting as you break away, you meet his lustful gaze, grinning.

“Maybe a little cardio wouldn’t hurt.”

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sillyrabbit81 · 3 years ago

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Multi-Character & Other Fic Recs

This is a list of my favourite stories and I will add to it as I go. It is by no means complete.

Please read the authors notes and warnings on all fics as some are dark. Be responsible for your own reading.

🥵 Smut

🤗 Fluff

😭 Angst

Multi-Character

Series

@angryschnauzer Blackwater Lake (Feat. Werewolf!Captain Syverson, Werewolf!Female Reader, Vampire!Walter Marshall) There’s a little town high in the mountains where everyone has a secret, and every family has something that makes them unique. In Blackwater Lake those that are outcast by nature come together.

@shewriteswhenthewordscome One Night Only? (Feat. Captain Syverson, Walter Marshall, August Walker) After meeting a stranger in a restaurant, Marion embarks on a side job as a camgirl. She decides to thank her best subscribers by offering them an evening to remember. Little does she know, it’ll be the start of something wild and interesting for her as well.

One-Shots

@blakerogue Tap Out 🥵 (Feat. Captain Syverson, Walter Marshall) There was only one bed trope

@demivampirew Brothers 😭 (Feat. Walter Marshall, August Walker) August helps his twin brother rescue you, who’d been kidnapped.

@littlefreya Cowboys From Hell 🥵 (Feat. August Walker, Walter Marshall, Captain Syverson, Clark Kent, Geralt of Rivia, Mike Hellraiser) You enjoy a rock concert, fixating on the Viking looking drummer when someone in the crowd decides to use you first…

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martha-oi · 1 year ago

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Bring it on home to me

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In all fairness

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His moon

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scorpiobitch95 · 3 years ago

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Summary: She uses all of her tricks to convince Sy to let her take control for the night.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female OFC (no body type specifically described, not named.)

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, thigh riding, swearing, control, lipstick kink, lots of teasing, bodily fluids, sex (p in v), slight dom/sub behavior if you squint, light praise kink, bodily fluids.

Author’s Note: This work is for 18+ only, no minors tolerated. You consume content at your own risk.

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Magenta

Finally, tonight was the night. Tonight her man was coming home after another long three months away. Sy had been helping train new military personnel four states over, and she missed him terribly. Luckily he didn’t get sent overseas anymore, so the deployments weren’t nearly as long, but even after only a few months of not having had his touch, she was feeling touch-starved.

The evening had been perfectly planned with Sy’s favorites: she had cooked his favorite meal and had set out all of the fixin’s to make his favorite cocktail. She’d even baked a chocolate cake, the same one that she only made for his birthday and special occasions. Food was truly one of the major ways to Sy’s heart. Another was sweaty, passionate reunion sex.

Over the last three months, she had plotted on how best to make Sy’s first night back home a mind-blowing euphoric experience for them both, and she had decided that meant that she needed to take the reins from him. She was in the mood to worship every inch of his beautiful, beefy body and show him how much she loved every part of him.

She knew she had a difficult task in front of her. Sy hardly ever let her take control; he believed it was the true gentleman in him to always treat her. The conversation about this was always the same:

“My darlin’, a real man pleases his woman in every way he knows how. You’re gonna let me love on you, you don’t have a choice.”

“Sy, I’m not arguing, I love when you do all of those things to me. All I’m saying is it’s time to let me return the favor, to let me make you feel as good as you always make me feel. Let me love on you for a change.”

“Alright, Sugar. Show me whatcha got.”

But her control never lasted long. Every time she tried to take the ropes, to please him the way he pleased her, he couldn’t handle himself, always flipping his girl over to have his way with her after only a few minutes of her teasing. He found it incredibly hot that she wanted to exercise her power over him, but his arousal would overtake his mind. Sy had to devour her.

He was a very attentive lover, always drawing orgasm after orgasm from her sweet center until she was spent and couldn’t do anything more than roll into his meaty arms and sleep.

“Worst case scenario,” she thought, “I can deny him the chocolate cake to get my way.”

Confidence oozed from her as she planned for his arrival. Memories of his touch on her soft skin had played like a movie in her mind all day, keeping her arousal in a heightened state. She was already a horny mess by the time she started to change into her outfit for the night ahead.

Feeling particularly naughty, she slipped on her skimpiest underwear, a black frilly high-waisted thong that accentuated her ass cheeks beautifully; it was Sy’s favorite cut on her beautiful body. Foregoing a bra, she slipped on a soft gold crushed velvet dress that gently hugged her curves, particularly her tits. She giggled to herself with glee as she looked at the time on her phone: Sy would be home within the half-hour.

Settling at her vanity, she began to primp herself, even though their evening was to be completely in the house. Letting her hair fall in soft waves around her face, she applied her usual minimal makeup. Sy was a fan of anything she wore, but he always insisted she didn’t need any help to be beautiful, so she took advantage of it. Tonight, she was feeling bold and knew she’d need her best weapon to give her an extra edge, so upon finishing her other makeup, she dug in her bag for her magenta lipstick.

It was the same lipstick color that she was wearing when she first met Sy. A smile spread across her face as she remembered the first time she had ever worn it.

Eyeing him from across the smoky neon room, a shiver ran up her spine and her arousal flared. Between the gin and tonics and the sexy man sitting at the bar, she was flustered, to say the least. She was never one to try to take someone home from a place like this, but there was something about him that made her wonder why she didn’t. Tonight she was out drinking with her girlfriends, and after watching her ogle him for over an hour, they finally convinced her to step outside her comfort zone and go buy him a drink.

Truth was, he’d had his eye on her all evening, too. Her magenta lips had caught his eye under the neon lights, and he couldn’t look away. He’d already told the bartender to put her tab on his card. She was captivating. He was enjoying watching her in her element with her friends: not a care in the world, other than her shy glances at him, which he definitely noticed.

Sy had nearly finished his second drink when she boldly sauntered up to him and stated, “I want to buy you a drink. I can’t stop looking at you and how handsome you are, and I really hope that luck is on my side and that you’re single because I think you’re cute.”

Warmth spread through his body as a grin slithered across his face, hers doing the same. Daring thing, she was. At some point in the evening, after a few dances, she’d pecked him on his jugular, leaving a lipstick print on his neck. Little did she know, he was hers from the moment she smiled her magenta smile at him.

She had taken him home that night, and every night since then.

Not much of a lipstick wearer, it was rare that she adorned her lips with any pigment, but when she did, especially the magenta one, Sy was absolute putty in her hands. He didn’t care if it got all over his beard or his body, he loved the bright hue against her skin and the confidence that she found when she wore it.

Even after several years of being together, anytime they went out to a bar, Sy’s neck would be graced with that same lipstick kiss to keep the other women from flocking to him. She couldn’t blame them; he was the yummiest man around. There was something so arousing about marking his cheek or his neck with a kiss, branding him as her own.

The key turning in the front door sent tingles down her spine and she hurried across the house to meet her man. She and Sy had this song and dance of a greeting down to a routine: he left his bags outside and prepped for her to jump into his arms.

Sy stood in the doorway with his arms open and a shit-eating grin as his girl sauntered towards him. Jumping up and wrapping her legs around his hips, Sy’s face nestled its way into her silky tresses, soaking in the scent he had missed for the last ninety days. Her hands traced the back of his shaven head, relishing in the feel of his skin underneath her fingertips.

Sy’s lips met hers sweetly, gently tugging on her lips with his teeth, nipping and biting with need, and not caring about her lipstick getting all over his face. Moaning lightly in his mouth, his hands squeezed and kneaded her ass over the velvet dress.

“Mmm… damn woman... God… I missed ya,” he growled between kisses.

She giggled at the state of his mouth, magenta smeared all over as he grinned down at her. Releasing his head and unraveling from his body, she hugged him tight before grabbing his hands and leading him into the kitchen.

“Come on, let’s eat. Tonight is all about you, baby.”

The table was set with his favorite dinner, ready to be devoured. He ate well when he went away for these state-side training sessions, but he always missed his Sugar’s cooking.

Sy grabbed the ingredients to mix up the Moscow mules and noticed the triple-layered chocolate cake on the pedestal plate sitting across the kitchen. “What’s this? You know that’s my favorite… god, you are incredible, Woman.”

“Mmm, yes, I am. Don’t forget it. I made your favorites, but there’s a catch.”

“And what might that be, little lady?” Sy was stirring the cocktails and adding the garnish while she greedily watched his fingers and forearms, desperately wanting to skip dinner and go straight to bed. His eyes locked on hers, noticing her husky tone and the want in her eyes.

“You’re going to let me take control tonight and have my merry way with you…” She stated firmly, not breaking eye contact with him.

Sy grinned, “Sure thing, Sugar. You can do whatever ya want, but we’ll see how long that lasts.”

“I’m not kidding, Sy. You are going to let me have my way... or no chocolate cake.”

Sy’s face was stuck in a state of shock, stunned at her directness.

“I guess you better be good for me, then.”

“Come. Sit.”

She sat him on the bench that laid in front of their oversized king bed, standing in front of his spread legs, just out of his reach.

She made sure to give him a show, twirling around in her dress in front of his eyes as her hands traced up and down her arms and over her collarbone seductively. Sy’s mouth began to water as he watched her ass sway underneath the supple fabric, his hands twitching and wishing they were gliding up the smooth skin of her thighs.

Lifting her legs over him, she sat snug in his lap, straddling his waist with her back to him. Pulling her hair over one shoulder, she peered back at him and made a show of biting her pinky-purple bottom lip. The grin on Sy’s face was picture-worthy as he adored her form with his eyes only, careful not to move his hands until he was instructed.

Reaching back, she grabbed his large hands and brought them to her breasts while she leaned back into him, grinding in gentle circles on his lap. She guided his hands over her velvet-clad body, ready for the barriers between them to be gone, but knowing that once she removed their clothing, she would most likely have to relinquish her control.

Feeling his hands falter and trying to move from under her own, she quietly but sternly whispered, “Don’t,” so that he didn’t touch her freely and take away her power.

Standing up and turning to meet his hungry gaze, her eyes bore into his as she lifted the velvet up to her center, flashing him a quick glimpse of that frilly thong he loved so much. “I’m in the mood to play, baby. Aren’t you going to let me love on you?” she purred.

His breathing became heavier when she leaned her face down to his ear, her chest dangerously close to grazing his skin and her hand gripping the tops of his thighs as she whispered, “Are you going to be good for me, Captain?”

Sy gulped.

“Is that a yes?” Her head tilted as she bit her lip and smirked at him.

He nodded and smiled a cheeky grin, not able to tear his eyes away from her body as she rid herself of her gold garment.

“Because if not, you can just watch me while I have a good time.”

Sy’s eyes flashed with a hint of disbelief at her threat but were instantly hypnotized by her smooth body. Her breasts danced in front of him, tantalizing and calling his name.

“God, Sugar. You’re so beautiful.”

Tingles ran over her skin at his words. It never failed that he created a magical veil that fell over her body, even just with the vibrations from his vocal cords.

Pulling him to his feet, she stripped him of his clothes, tracing delicate fingers along his meaty chest and sturdy arms. Taking her sweet time teasing his skin, she leaned in, not breaking eye contact, to press pigmented kisses to his collarbone and chest, covering him in magenta love marks. Her hand lightly grazed his cock, which had been begging for attention from the moment he walked through the front door and saw her gold-adorned body.

Sy couldn’t handle his frustration. The electricity running through his veins was taking over as his hands shot to her soft supple breasts, caressing the skin he had missed so much. In an instant, she caught his arms, pushed him to sit on the bench. Like cracking a whip, she jumped back quickly, getting away from his grasp.

She watched him cautiously, letting him sit in his moment of weakness. Her fingers stroked across her tits, gently scratching her skin with gentle swirls. Sy’s face once again held a look of shock at her actions.

“Can you blame me? Do you see yourself right now? You’re hot as fuck, darlin’,” he pleaded with her. This is how it always went.

Not this time.

A delicious thought crossed her mind as her eyes traveled over his lap, his cock twitching and his meaty thighs staring back at her. Smirking at Sy, she dropped her thong to the floor and eagerly crawled into his lap once more, this time straddling one of his thick veiny thighs.

“Fuck.” They breathed out together as his skin came in contact with the heat from her core.

“This part is all for me since you don’t wanna play nice. You’re allowed to touch me, but I get to have my fun first.”

Placing more saucy magenta kisses on his neck and shoulders, she began to grind her hips along the bulging muscles of his thigh, trying to find her release. “Guide me, baby. Make me cum all over you.”

Sy wasted no time; he grabbed her hips and dug his fingers into her flesh as he raised his foot to his tiptoes, pressing her closer to him as he moved his leg and focused on rubbing her clit along his thigh.

“Sy, fuck… Don’t stop that.” She was panting in his grasp, fiercely approaching her orgasmic bliss. Her body writhing, she arched her back, her breasts pushing towards his face.

His fur-covered muscles flexed underneath her center, putting delicious pressure on her clit.

Her orgasm violently trembled through her entire body as she shook within his strong grasp. She attacked his neck with warm pink kisses, marking him up and down as her clit tingled from her release. Wasting no time, she found her footing and stood to grab Sy's throbbing cock and slid down on his length quickly. The warm wetness from her orgasm enveloped him, erupting a loud feral moan from Sy’s gorgeous lipstick-claimed throat.

“It’s your turn to feel good, Sy. Now, will you finally let me worship you the way you deserve?”

Looking into his eyes, their smiles mimicked each other’s as he nodded with a quiet, “Yes, baby.”

She reached forward and braced her hands on his shoulders, sliding her pussy up his length slowly, only holding the tip firmly between her lips. Tightening her muscles, she sank back down quickly which made his eyes roll back in his head.

Their chests rubbed together as she rode him. The hair on his pecs tickled as it rubbed against her nipples, sending electricity straight down to her core. Red patches appeared where their skin met, his hair exfoliating her front.

“Sy, I need your hands on me,” She panted. As she requested, his hands were suddenly everywhere, grabbing the flesh of her cheeks and spreading her wide as she rode him. “Mmmm.. that’s right, touch me while I fuck your big cock. Do you know how many nights I fucked myself with my toys, wishing it was you pounding me, making me cum around you?”

Her mouth found his Adam's apple, leaving bright pink kisses in her path as she kissed everywhere she could reach.

Sy’s thunderous moans filled their bedroom, surely shaking the walls around them. “That’s it, ride me, darlin’. I missed this pretty pussy of yours gripping me... mmm, that’s my sweet pussy, isn’t it? Ya might be taking the reins right now, Sugar, but we both know you and your pussy belong to me.”

Riding him violently, her juices mixed with his precum started to make the most sinful of noises and began to leak out around them as she rode him like her life depended on it. Sy’s hands traveled up her smooth body and pinched both of her hard nipples while she was distracted by the hair on his belly that was scratching her skin.

“Fuck, Sy… God, I love fucking you.” Their sweaty bodies were slipping and sliding against one another, gripping became harder as they both began to lose control, his girl riding her bull more wildly than she ever had before, fucking him hard.

Sy couldn’t hold it in any longer, his release hitting him hard as she convulsed and squeezed him as her walls tightened with her own bliss. She rode his length through their orgasms, slowing down and savoring each delicious inch of him as he filled her full of his hot cum.

“You’re right, Sugar, I should let you take control more often. Where’d that come from, huh?” He laughed hard and held her close, wanting to remember this feeling of love on his skin for the rest of his life.

“I love that you’re mine,” She whispered into his ear, kissing his neck softly as her lipstick began to fade with every touch. “Welcome home, baby.”

Pressing a soft kiss to her lips, Sy whispered loving affirmations in her ear. He was in awe of her.

“I love you, darlin’. You are always so good to me… How’d I get so damn lucky?” Sy kissed along her jawline, his lips warm and soft against her face.

They sat in each other's arms for a few minutes, syncing their breaths, enjoying the silence until she felt Sy’s length start to harden against her again. He asked, “So can I have my cake and eat you, too?”

Laughing loudly and smacking his arm, she stood to go clean up and called behind her, “You’re so bad! All of that and you still remembered the cake?”

“Well of course I did. It’s my favorite, next to your peach, of course.” Sy’s shit-eating grin was her weakness. She couldn’t help but shake her head and smile back at him while still laughing. “I’m not kidding, Sugar, I’m gonna need a piece of that cake before we go for round two.”

* I don't own Captain Syverson, Sandcastle, or anything related to it.

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myloveforhenrycavill · 3 years ago

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roamwithahungryheart · 3 years ago

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This was written in a rush so forgive me but I needed a bit of fluff to start the day! x

Just as you’re about to let Netflix roll onto the next episode of your latest binge-worthy show, something distracts you - a delicious combination of smells that tantalise your taste buds in an instant. You shoot up from the couch, tossing the TV remote aside. It clatters to the floor, but there are more important things at hand. Leaving the room in a state of disarray, you hurry into the kitchen, where you find Henry pacing back and forth, inspecting the multitude of pots and pans lined up on the stove. A pair of oven gloves are strewn across the kitchen island, alongside a recipe book and a generous glass of Cabernet Sauvignon.

“Gordon Ramsay, eat your heart out.”

He smiles. “Hungry?”

You meet his gaze with a mischievous smirk. “Maybe.”

Henry manoeuvres around you to grab the oven gloves. He bends down to check the oven, and standing back, you quietly enjoy the view. Satisfied, he throws the oven gloves down and takes a sip of wine.

“Should you really be drinking while you’re juggling all of that?” You incline your head towards the stove.

He raises his glass as if to toast. “Chef’s privilege.”

Eyeing the bottle on the counter, you walk over and pour yourself a glass. “Hmm, that’s fair.”

Now he’s the one with the mischievous smirk. “Should you be drinking wine this early in the day?”

“That’s my privilege.” You slink back towards him. “Know what else is my privilege?”

“What?” He sets his glass down and leans against the kitchen island, one hand on his hip.

“This.” You tilt your chin up and surprise him with a kiss - a smacking kiss that tastes bittersweet and leaves you lingering for a moment, smiling against his lips. Before you can pull away, he takes the glass from your hand, slides it onto the counter and wraps your arms around his waist. You cling to him, enjoying his warmth until the shrill beep of the oven breaks your embrace.

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zealoushound · 3 years ago

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Yes ma’am! Glad you enjoyed it!

Those Thighs Though...

Summary: Seeing him in his MuscleTech gear, you can’t resist Henry. Or his thighs.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Word Count: 1260

Warnings: RPF, thigh kink, thigh riding, brief descriptions of bodily fluids, dom!reader, sub!henry, orgasm denial, bratty moments

A/N: @cavillsthighs post inspired allllll of this. I don’t own Henry Cavill, still hurts no matter how many times I write it I don’t own muscletech or the pic used here. I stole it from Tori lol.

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You’re waiting for Henry to get changed before the photo shoot in MuscleTech’s makeshift dressing room.

It’s not a huge room, but it has a cozy setup. Bathroom to the left of the mini fridge and table. Television on the wall in front of the couch you currently occupy. Inspirational workout photos on the walls and fitness magazines on the table in the middle of the room.

Playing on your phone you hear Henry come in but pay him no mind as you hear the photographer call out, “Just change into this, and meet us in the gym in 20.”

“Ok!” He answers, closing the door behind him. As he walks by you he playfully slaps the bottom of your foot off the pillow it was resting on.

“Hey!” You whine, annoyed with him messing up your concentration.

“Look alive, beautiful.” He smiles at you going into the bathroom with his clothes. You smile back as you shake your head.

“What are you changing into?”

“Ah. Shorts and a tank?” He doesn’t bother shutting the door so you lean to sneak a peek.

“I see London. I see France. I see Henry’s underpants!” You taunt.

He laughs heartily causing you to laugh with him. A few moments later he’s changed and ready to go but still has 15 minutes to kill.

“Gimme some room.” He paws at your foot again. You groan, moving to let him sit. Then you see what he’s wearing.

Black tank. Short black shorts. His curls were particularly unruly today. His muscles were bulging in all the right places, taking over your entire being.

The uncontrollable noise that escaped you must have been louder than you thought because he looked at you, eyebrows raised, cocking his head to the side.

Your immediate thought was mine. A primal urge took over you. You were feral.

“Sit.” You commanded. Your breathing had gotten shallow and it was all you could do to keep from baring your teeth to your poor unsuspecting boyfriend.

“What?” That smirk on his face said he had heard you, but he was tempting you.

Your eyes widened, your nostrils flaring. “Henry. Sit down. Now.” Your heart was racing, your body was on fire. Shit, you’re kinda glad you missed the morning portion of the shoot. He wouldn’t have survived this long.

“Make me.” He smirked. Oh, you cocky little shit.

You get up, crossing the short distance to him. He doesn’t put up a fight, he wants you just as bad. You reach down to feel him though the thin fabric of his shorts. He’s about halfway there but getting harder with each pull across his clothed member.

His eyes fluttered. “You wanna cum? Good boys get to cum. Now sit. Your ass. Down, Henry.” You wanted him so damn bad that you put your hands on his shoulders and shoved him down onto the couch.

He grunted softly as the wind left his lungs. He stared as you worked your leggings off and shucked off your shirt, leaving you in nothing but your bra. You needed to feel his hands on your bare skin.

His hands reached to pull you on top of his lap. “No. You wanna be a brat? Now you get to wait.” He lets out a low growl that you feel deep in your soaked core. “Hold that thought.” You say before climbing onto his thigh.

He pulls the leg of his shorts up towards his hip giving you more access to his thigh.

“You wanna cum?” He doesn’t speak, just grunts and nods a meek yes to your question. You chuckle softly, “mmm”.

You moan as you rock yourself against his hard muscles. Gripping his shoulder you start to thrust yourself against him. Henry’s huge hands tugged on your bra, threatening to break it in half.

It wouldn’t be the first bra he’d torn or broken. He loves seeing your breasts, no matter the cost. He cups them, squeezing them in his huge paws and swipes his tongue in between. Roughly he sucks your nipple into his mouth. Letting go, his other hand grips your ass, coaxing you to go faster.

He flexes his thigh underneath you. “Ah, Henry. I’m so close.” Your body jolts at his actions as your clit glides across his hard flesh. He waits for just the right time to do it again.

When you're panting, gripping tighter on his biceps he knows you’re right on the edge. He keeps waiting. He knows you need just a little push. He loves watching you. Loves seeing you like this, your wetness spreading over his leg. More and more and more as you cum.

Your mouth is open. Your hips are rolling over and over, faster and faster. Head tilted back, eyes shut tightly, frustration on your brow. This will get him back in your good graces. He knows it.

He flexes.

Once. The risk of getting caught by god knows who all those people are, right outside your door, the thought of them hearing you. “Oh God!”

Twice. The way he makes you feel so fucking wild, and his damn thighs! You can never last long riding them. “Fuck!”

Boom!! You see stars on the third. “God! Henry! Yes!! Oh!” You cum so hard for him. Digging your nails into arms you hope you don’t leave a mark, but ‘fuck it’, you thought, ‘this is mine!’ You shout his name over and over as your hips stutter and quake with pleasure.

You lay across his chest feeling your heart wanting to beat free from its confines, panting hard as you come down from your high. You raise up and place a kiss on his neck.

Getting up you fix yourself back inside your bra, grab your shirt and walk into the bathroom. Coming back out you toss him a towel. Pulling your leggings on as he cleans himself up you hear a soft knock at the door.

“Um. Mr. Cavill,” poor guy definitely just heard all of that yet still had to do his job and fetch your boyfriend. “They’re, uh, they’re ready for you. Sir.”

Henry was staring at you. He didn’t speak a word. He stood, readjusting himself to make his prominent member less... noticeable.

Still saying nothing he strode up to you. His thumb grazed your cheek just below your eye. Bringing his finger down he tipped your chin up so your lips met in a gentle kiss. Your heart skipped. He leaned back.

“Tonight?” He was asking in a way that didn’t quite reveal his true intentions. He was really asking if you would be so kind as to let him make up for his mistake. Make his journey over to the gym slightly less painful.

“Tonight.” You generously answered. He smiled. He flung open the door to the dressing room and you saw the little man that had come to collect MuscleTechs biggest spokesman. He was short, a little on the smaller side. He was kind of cute. He wore wire rimmed glasses and reminded you of a younger Rick Moranis.

You smiled at him. He adjusted his glasses and stood a little straighter as he smiled back.

Henry walked past him, smile no longer in place. He was about to take all that frustration out in this photo shoot.

“Not unless you wanna be walking funny, lad.” You laughed at how scared the poor guy looked as he looked away, not realizing what Henry meant was having to force his colossal cock underneath the waistband of his shorts.

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sillyrabbit81 · 3 years ago

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Walter Marshall Fic Recs

This is a list of my favourite stories and I will add to it as I go. It is by no means complete.

Please read the authors notes and warnings on all fics as some are dark. Be responsible for your own reading.

🥵 Smut

🤗 Fluff

😭 Angst

Walter Marshall

Series

@thesaucynomad The Final Girl Detective Marshall must catch a copycat killer while trying not to fall for Tessa da Silva.

@nuggsmum The Light Irene saves a man from the sea during a hurricane. What was he doing out there? Who is he? Can he be trusted?

@omgkatinka Breaking and Entering Your cat gets you into trouble with your grumpy new neighbour.

One-shots

@angryschnauzer Bite of the Bear 🥵 Whilst at the Syversons’ end of summer party, you and your husband Walter sneak off to watch the fireworks in private, and he proves that bears do bite... and you like it.

@blakerogue Promise 🥵 Your plan doesn’t work out the way you wanted it. Thankfully, the curly haired Detective saves the day. Though it takes a toll.

@littlefreya and @wolvesandhoundshowltogether The Kitten and The Bear 🥵 After a night of drinking in town get Walter’s bratty wife ends up with pure chaos and the overprotective grumpy husband is having none of her shenanigans.

@scorpiobitch95 Insomnia Marshmallows 🥵 Your closest neighbor and somewhat acquaintance, Walter Marshall, comes to rescue you in the middle of a blizzard. Coincidentally, both of you have trouble sleeping and find way to pass the time.

#sillyrabbit81 fic recs #henry cavill #henry cavill fic recs #walter marshall #walter marshall fic recs

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stardusted26 · 3 years ago

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I am no writer, I’m just here to read all of your amazing stories!! Which is why I wish it was one of you writing about this instead of me (bc there is no way I will do it justice!) it needs some magic from the likes of @littlefreya @nuggsmum @scorpiobitch95 @jessinchains @darklydeliciousdesires @princesscassashoneypot

Anyhoo, I had such an intense dream last night that it woke me up…

Henry and I were texting all day, teasing, sending pics etc. By the time he got home, he was barely in the door before pouncing on me. He was wild with primal need, grabbing me and digging his finger tips in, smashing his lips onto mine, wrapping a hand in my hair…. Then I guess I said or did something bratty or naughty?! Somehow I was in trouble… the next thing I knew, he flipped me so I was facing away from him and he secured my hands behind my back with his belt. He walked me to our bedroom briskly and yanked down my tiny cotton shorts (think pajama shorts — I live in Texas and it is hot as hell right now).

He grabs something from the bedside table drawer and sits down onto the bed pulling me onto his lap. He starts playing with my slit, teasingly running his fingers over it, dipping just the tip of his digit into the sensitive wet flesh. The next thing I know he slips in a toy. Not just any toy… it’s a remote control wearable panty vibrator with clit and perineum stimulator. After sliding it in and out a few times he turns it on and starts torturing me. Then out of no where his heavy hand comes down on my exposed rear, again and again, and again in a punishing rhythm. Between him controlling the vibrator at different speeds and intensities, having my wrists bound behind me, his arm firmly pinning me down and the hand that was delivering deliciously agonizing spank after spank, my orgasm exploded violently — so much so it woke me up!

First of all… my heart was racing and I was hot and bothered, breath ragged…

Second of all, I was like NOOOOOOOOOOO he wasn’t done with me yet!!!!!!!! But alas… I fell back into a dreamless sleep after that 😳😳😳😭😭😭 lol

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scorpiobitch95 · 3 years ago

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Summary: You're having one of those days again where you want to hide from the world, but Sy knows just what you need to make you feel loved.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: Umm. Waaaaay too long. 2.7K

Warnings: swearing, mentions of anxiety, angst, lots of fluffy warm Syverson, and heavy flirting.

Author's Note: Trying a new venture... after enjoying so many people's works here on Tumblr and lurking forever, I thought it was time to share the scenes that fill my own daydreams. What better way to start than with yummy fluffy Syverson? (Hint, there's no better way.) Hope you enjoy!

Edited by myself, sorry not sorry for the errors.

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, or claiming any ideas or parts as your own.

Please like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed!

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Hoodie Love

Driving home from your hellacious day, your hands gripped the wheel and you leaned your head back on your headrest, stretching your arms. You couldn’t wait to get home and wash off the events of the day. Work was a nightmare. Again.

“What a fucking day.” You sighed heavily. Heavy thoughts clouded your mind and a subtle anxiety crept in. Please let me get home. A shake erupted in your left leg while you waited for a light to turn green.

Sadness and guilt washed over you. Tears bubbles in your eyes. The last thing you wanted was to cancel your evening with Sy.

Days like these didn’t come often anymore, but every so often, a day would fill wind mind-racing and anxious thinking. God, I was really looking forward to tonight.

You knew you weren’t enjoyable to be around when you got like this. Hell, you didn’t even want to be around yourself. Irritable, nervous, indecisive, it all came to the forefront on days like these. The desire to go home, crawl in bed, and shut the world away loomed largely in your headspace.

He doesn’t deserve that. Sy was always giving up a good time to care for you. Actually, he insisted and the guilt you felt consumed your body every time. A supposed to be sweet date night was not shaping up to go as you’d planned, the last thing you wanted was for Sy to worry. Despite your arguments, That bull-headed man somehow always got his way.

Traffic moved again. Your phone rang — Sy.

Sadness escaped you through a heavy exhale.

“Hey baby, I was just about to call you! How are you?” Forcing your lips into a smile always made you sound more normal, maybe you could convince him.

“Hey there, pretty lady. Better now, ready to see ya. How was your day?”

“Oh, it was just another day… Look, Sy..” What would convince him you could spend your night alone? You didn’t get to finish your thought.

“Sugar, you don’t sound good. What’s wrong?”

So much for that.

Your mouth began to race, “Oh, it’s nothing, I’m just having one of those days again. I’ll be okay after a good night’s sleep. I’m just exhausted from this week... Yea, sleep will be good. Do you think we could maybe reschedule for tomorrow? I’ll even make that pie you like—“

Interrupting you, Sy was soft but stern. “Cut the crap, Sugar.”

You’d been through this enough to know he saw right through your nonchalance. “Listen, I’m fine. Sy, you don’t want to be around me like this... I’m grumpy and sad and feeling… well I don’t know what I’m feeling and you don’t need that. I’ll be okay once I sleep it off. I’ll be normal me tomorrow. I’m good, promise.”

The selfish truth was that you really wanted nothing more than for him to wrap his strong arms around you and press you into his warm body. You wanted to feel his comfort but didn’t know how to ask without sounding needy. But unselfishly, you wanted to spare him yet another evening of having to take care of you because you couldn’t get in control of your brain.

“Yeah, nice try, but I ain’t buyin’ that. Every time you say “you’re good” is exactly when you’re not good. Look, get yourself home and relax. We’re stayin’ in tonight, I got it all planned baby; I’ll be over soon.”

It’s like he could read your mind.

“Sy, it’s not fair to you..” But he interrupted you again.

“With all due respect, hush. You know me better than that, and I know you. You don’t have to spell out that ya need me, I’m here for you.”

Heavy breath expelled from your lungs, giving in.

“Okay, but I’m warning you… one day you’re going to decide you don’t like me so much after all this… that it’s too much.”

The Captain hummed sadly at your words. “Oh Darlin', that sweet ole head of yours must be doing a real number on ya, because you must have forgotten just how stubborn I am. I’m coming to spend time with ya, end of story, Sugar. And I’ll always like you.”

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Once home, you weren’t quite sure what to do. Bad days like this normally called for a scalding shower and bed, but you knew Sy would be here any minute.

Your door shook with his sturdy knocks minutes later. Opening the door, Sy stood there, a sweet smile adorning his deliciously scruffy face. He held a few bags of groceries, a duffel bag, and a bottle of wine. Your eyes raked in his form: he was wearing comfy sweats and a hoodie and he looked freshly showered. You stared at him, smiling softly.

“You came prepared. Did you have all of this ready before we talked?”

“Darlin’ I haven’t seen ya in four days. I’ve been ready to spend time with ya tonight since then. Bad day or good day, we’re enjoying this evening together. That’s the Sy guarantee.” He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. You half-smiled while shaking your head, unable to refuse his cocky charm.

“Hmm… Are you finally moving in?” The duffle bag caught your attention. You grabbed the wine and welcomed him in. “Did you really bring more clothes? Sy, like half of your wardrobe lives here already. I’m seriously running out of room.”

“Actually, I brought something for ya.” Setting down his bags in your kitchen, Sy turned back and immediately grabbed you, pulling you into a big warm hug and kissing your hair gently. With his arms covering much of your back, you felt safe. You pressed your face firmly into his chest. His warmth and smell enveloped your senses the way the day’s first sip of coffee tingles and warms you from the inside out. You melted into him, his smell instantly calming your mind. Tears escaped your eyes gently and there was a light heave in your chest as you held onto him.

Home. This is what home feels like.

Sy kissed the top of your head gently once again and whispered, “You wanna talk about it, Sugar?” He squeezed you harder and your arms reacted the same.

“Not really.” Sniffling and snuggling into him, you continued. “My mind isn’t always the kindest place. It’s just bothering me more than normal. It’s really not worth wasting more time and energy.. especially now that you’re here.” You looked up at him but your eyes darted down when you saw his concerned expression. You murmured quietly, “I am so glad you’re here, Sy.”

One of his large hands moved to cradle your chin, and Sy wiped the tears off your cheeks with the soft pad of his thumb.

“Babe, all you have to do is ask. Or in this case, let me insist. I’m always gonna take care of ya. Now, your orders are to go take a long shower and wash this damn day off. I’ll start dinner.” Kissing you gently, his hand stroked your cheek again. You took a deep breath, knowing that trying to argue was pointless. You nodded and started to make your way to the shower.

“Oh, and take the duffle bag. You may want that. They’re yours to keep.”

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Steamy and freshly showered, you started to dress in your comfiest attire, the ones you always dressed in on evenings like these. The whirring in your head had melted away significantly in the hot water and you were ready to spend the evening curled up in your favorite spot with your favorite person.

The mystery bag sat on the marbled bathroom counter. Curious as to what he’d brought, you reached into the duffle bag that Sy had given you only to find not one but three of his hoodies. “You beautiful, thoughtful man.” you breathed. You couldn’t help but smile, and smile hard. Tears threatened to fall yet again, but they were happy ones this time.

For the entire time you’d known him, Sy had been stubborn and extremely partial to his hoodies, never letting you steal one for long. You thought this would, for sure, change when you two finally got together after being friends for so many years previously. “Anything else.” He’d say. “You can have anything else of mine.. but the hoodies are sacred. ”

Sy lived in his hoodies, they might as well be sewn onto his body. But he had so many, surely you could steal one to keep for yourself, you’d think. He’d let you wear them, sure. Always giving you one when you were cold or packing an extra one for a weekend date getaway. You’d take one from him while at his place and snuggle into it with the full intention of stealing it... until he later snatched it back from your things or peeled it off of your body and completely distracted you with those scruffy neck kisses that made your whole body tingle with desperation.

He must have sensed how bad of a day it really was, or maybe you sounded worse than you realized on the phone because this was completely unexpected. Giving you hoodies to keep for yourself, ones that comforted you, was the best thing he could have done. “They’re yours to keep."

You reached in the bag and picked one up. The soft cotton was worn and aged, caressing your skin with the same delicacy that your big man somehow managed despite his intense nature. The scent caught your nose - it even smelled like him. He must have worn them recently or sprayed his irresistible cologne… but they smelled exactly like his skin. Spicy, warm, and inviting. You slipped it on your body and smiled big. Breathing in deeply, ingraining the scent into your senses, you let it calm you just the way that Sy was always able to. Wanting his hoodie was silly, but it was beyond comfortable, and it was almost as good as when he held you. Almost.

—

The kitchen smelled of one of your favorite meals, chicken piccata. Cooking was normally your territory because you loved it so much, but Sy was a damn good cook and could honestly give you a run for your money.

“Better?” Sy had made himself at home in your kitchen, dinner almost finished. He poured you a glass of wine and his eyes sparkled when he looked at you.

Taking a sip and setting your glass gently on the counter, you walked behind him and snaked your arms around his tummy, pressing your cheek between his shoulder blades. You placed gentle kisses on his clothed back, silently thanking him. His free hand covered and squeezed where yours met.

“Much better now. It’s like you know me or something” you joked. You inhaled heavily, getting a double dose of his delectable scent from both him and his hoodie. A shiver ran down your spine, your body responding to him. “Mm, Sy you smell so good… even better than the food.”

Sy turned in your arms, one hand with a finger pointed at you, knowing your tune had changed. “Woman, ya need to contain yourself. We’re not gonna let this food get cold tonight. I’m crushing it over here.” He grinned big as you chuckled heartily.

Sy placed both of his large hands gently on your cheeks and kissed you tenderly. You responded, running your hands down to grip his ass and deepening the kiss. Sy hummed and broke your kiss, “Sugar, I love ya, but you need to walk away now. Dinner. It’s happenin’. You need to eat, I know you haven’t.” It was true. You hadn’t done much but barely nibble today. It was incredulous how observant Sy was; he always knew.

Ignoring his statement, you licked your lips.

“Damn right I do.” You weren’t a great winker, but you tried your best. Sy pursed his lips and gave you the look; he looked like a carbon copy of yourself when he did that. It was the look that you always gave him when he started the same antics on you. Hands still on his ass, you pulled his beefy hips into yours and kissed him again. He growled slightly, “Mmm. Go, dinner’s almost ready.”

You gave his delicious ass a quick squeeze and as you turned to grab your wine, he smacked your ass in return. “You really do look fuckable in my clothing.”

“Oh, so it’s me who can’t control herself, sure thing.”

“You’re damn right, Sugar.” He even mimicked your terrible wink while you rolled your eyes at him. He chuckled and turned back to finish preparing dinner.

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Plates empty, movie rolling, second glass of wine poured, Sy had wrapped you in his arms again as he cuddled you on the couch. You sat relaxed between his thick legs while he pressed soft scruffy kisses to your head and shoulders.

You leaned your head into the space between his shoulder and his neck. Turning your head, you looked up at him.

“So how long do I have before my access to this hoodie has been revoked?”

Smirking, Sy kissed your cheek. “Baby, I told you, they're yours. Really, I want ya to have them.”

“Yea, like I believe that. Do you know how many times I have unsuccessfully tried to steal one of these?”

You didn’t think you’d ever seen him so smug. “Obviously — I’ve caught ya every time, Sugar.” You turned away, rolling your eyes yet another time.

Sy’s hands grabbed one of yours and gently began to massage it, creating small circle patterns over every inch.

Suddenly, gratitude and emotion washed over you, and you turned a little to put a hand on his bearded cheek guiding his eyes to find your own.

"I'm sorry about tonight... it wasn't my intention to make you take care of me." Your eyes flickered downwards, your resolve slipping. "But I'm so glad you did."

"Sugar, I'd scrub the baseboards with a toothbrush if it meant spendin' time with ya. And, as terrible as that sounds, if you asked, I'd oblige... grumpily, but I'd do it. Just to be near ya."

Your eyes shot back up to his and you couldn't control the big grin that spread across your face. "Hey, enough of making fun of that! You know I legitimately enjoy it. That kind of detail cleaning is so satisfying to me."

Sy's eyes could not have rolled more dramatically. "I'll agree to disagree, babe." Giggling, you're heart felt full.

“Sy.. thank you. For dinner, for holding me, for being here... and especially for the hoodies. I know it seems dumb, and I know you’re partial to them, but they bring me so much comfort, almost like you can. And I love when I can smell them and think of you. You have no idea how that alone can calm me. Just... thank you for being who you are.” You reached up to press your lips to his and kissed him softly.

“I wondered if you’d noticed, I put them all on for a little bit after showerin' earlier. I like having my smell all over you.” Sy hummed lightly and brought his lips to nuzzle your neck. He lightly nipped at your earlobe and suckled behind it — your weakness.

He pulled away from you and caressed your chin with his calloused hand again. His eyes were soft and glossy. Sy’s voice sounded more vulnerable than you’d normally ever heard him. “Sugar, you have me. Every bit of me. And I will always, always, protect you and do everything within my power to remind you that I will be here for you every day, even the bad ones. You don’t have to do it alone anymore. Promise me you won’t?” Your head nodded. “You are so loved, baby. So loved.”

Your lips met gently and you pressed your forehead to his. Your breaths synced as you sat in blissful stillness.

Finally, you parted when Sy said “Just remember, only those hoodies. The rest are to stay where they belong, ya hear me?” His face was completely serious as he searched yours for the correct answer.

“See, I knew there was a catch.” You belly-laughed. “Don’t worry, Captain, they’ll stay where they belong. I won’t push the boundary… yet.”

The Cheshire Cat had nothing on Sy’s sexy grin. “Good girl.” He rewarded you with another bite to your earlobe. “As for this one,” He reached for the hem of the hoodie you were wearing and began to raise it over your head, “I love it on ya, but it would look much better on the floor.”

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