#they would still stay the fuck inside with the windows closed idgaf

[thesmokinpossum]

i’m not trying to be a judgy asshole but why would you let your kids play outside when the air quality is at 407????

[mypoisonedvine]

The Kind of Girl You Take Home to Mom (part 3 - FINALE) | Andy Barber x reader

(part 1) (part 2)

summary: andy knows how to take what he wants, and he wants you.

word count: 5.6k 

warnings: SMUT, subtle dubcon elements, loss of virginity, infidelity (obviously), wedding ring kink (shocking!!! jk), 

a/n: wow, after all this time I FINALLY finished this series.  sorry it took so long.  I still have an alternate ending that I want to write... but I wanted to go ahead and get this out first.  thank you everyone for your patience!  I kind of expect this to flop despite being the most requested thing ever, but idgaf.

“Honestly?  I always had this weird fear that he was going to try to seduce one of my girlfriends.”

For the second time that day, you choked.

“Wh— are you okay?” Jacob gasped, running over to you as you coughed up water.

Your attempt to respond was useless as you could only sputter and cough, trying to communicate that you were fine with a casual wave, but only managing to flail your arm wildly.

“Was it something I said?” he pressed.

“No, I just—” you wheezed, but interrupted yourself with another coughing fit as your eyes watered from the lack of air.

He slapped your back to try to help you along but it wasn’t very effective, just adding one new source of pain to your predicament.  I always had this weird fear that he was going to try to seduce one of my girlfriends, that was what he’d said.  What does that even mean?  Did he mean it like “I always had this fear, for no good reason,” or did he mean it like “I was always afraid of this, and now it’s come true”?

The way Jacob was looking at you— kind, concerned, patient— it didn’t seem like he suspected you of anything.  He probably would’ve led with that if he knew something, right?

When your airways finally cleared and you were able to start catching your breath, you finished getting ready for bed quickly and hopped into bed.  You couldn’t handle any long conversations with Jacob, though you tolerated some cuddling before you fell asleep.

You dreamt that night that you were drowning.  Andy was holding you, his arms wrapped around you from behind as he pulled you to shore.  Or was he pulling you under?  Either way, you figured you’d had enough water in your lungs for one day.

~

You probably should’ve let them win at Scrabble… you just couldn’t help yourself.

“I have…” Jacob trailed off as he counted in his head, “177 points.”

“209,” Laurie announced, reaching over to rub Jacob on the shoulder sympathetically.  “Sorry, honey.”

“384,” Andy grinned, setting down his pen and pad triumphantly and looking to you for your score.

“Um,” you stalled, almost embarrassed to say now.  “I got, uh, 559.”

Laurie and Jacob erupted into sputters of confusion, demanding that you recount your points as if they hadn’t all seen you play ‘quixotic’ on a triple word space.

“Good game,” Andy murmured with a soft smirk as he stood up and left the table.  You smiled back at him quickly, the other two too busy recounting the numbers on your pad to even notice.

So, that was the end of board games for the night.  Jacob suggested a movie but you just knew that would just be you and him cuddling under one blanket… while Laurie and Andy cuddled under another.  You weren’t sure you could take that.  Instead, you decided to read your book outside— even though you figured Laurie was disappointed you didn’t want to do anything more social.  Complimenting her beautifully landscaped backyard eased the blow, though.

It was hard to get comfortable on the patio couch, not because of the couch itself but because you knew it wouldn’t be long until somebody bothered you.  When you heard the door open, you were a little disappointed to see Jacob approaching you.

“Hey,” he smiled, sliding in next to you on the couch and wrapping an arm around you.  

“Hey,” you greeted in reply, slightly flat in your affect as you immediately dove back into your book.

“You’re feeling okay, right?  We could go for a drive if you need some space,” he offered, rubbing your shoulder gently.

“No, I’m alright,” you mumbled.  “You know me, I like my peace and quiet when I can get it.”

“You… like them, don’t you?”  He must’ve sensed that you didn’t understand what he was referring to at first.  “My family, I mean.”

“Oh!  Yeah, that’s not the issue, really.  I know we’re going back home tomorrow but I still need to decompress a little bit.  I’ll be more social tonight, promise.”

When you looked up at him, his face was closer than you’d anticipated.  It reminded you of when you two met, at a party where the music was so loud that you’d had to stand about this close to be able to carry a conversation.  Well, technically that wasn’t the first time you met, because you had him in one of your classes that semester, but it was the first time you’d talked.  He was fun, he was new, he was friendly.  I can’t stay long, I’ve got a test in the morning, you’d yelled your explanation.  You’re gonna ace it anyway, he had dismissed at the time, so you should stay and have fun!  You deserve to have fun.

Maybe that was what had made you attracted to him: you couldn’t think of anyone else who had been so worried about what you deserved.  But now, Andy was added to that list.  You hated to imagine that Jacob had inherited that nature from his father.  Is he treating you right? Andy has asked you that night, and you really weren’t sure even now what the answer was.  He certainly wasn’t treating you poorly, but was that enough?  

Back in reality (and not in your whizzing, anxiety-ridden thoughts), Jacob leaned in and kissed you softly.  The kiss was just like him: patient, gentle, but also somehow energetic.  It was… nice.  Comfortable.  Feeling a surge of boldness, you set your book aside and leaned into him, pushing the kiss a little deeper.

He let out a tiny little noise, nearly a moan, as your tongues began to slide together.  His hand reached up to cradle the back of your head— you remembered that he did that a lot when you were making out, but all those times felt so foreign now.  Your hands reached up to rub against his chest through his t-shirt; that dark maroon one he wore all the time, so much that it was forming a few holes at the hem.  His hand slid down to your back and—

“Am I interrupting something?” Andy’s voice tore you both from the moment and from each other’s arms.

“Dad!” Jacob protested, sounding particularly immature with the way his voice rose to a shrill yelp of shock.

“I was just coming out here to let you know that your mother wants your help with dinner,” Andy explained, “but I wasn’t going to let an opportunity to embarrass you like that go by.”

“You never do,” Jacob sighed, giving you a quick kiss to the cheek as a goodbye as he stood up and walked inside.  You felt Andy’s eyes on you as you looked to the ground awkwardly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.  A few seconds after the door was shut, he spoke again.

“I couldn’t let you two get too hot and heavy, and besmirch this innocent patio couch.”

“You’d better not be mad at me for kissing my boyfriend,” you frowned as you stood up.  “That’s the most normal thing that’s happened all weekend.”

“I’m not,” he assured, beginning to step closer to you.  “Jealous?  Slightly.  Not that I see him as competition or anything.”

“Uh, you probably should,” you disagreed, raising your eyebrow in a mix of confusion and challenge.  

“Honey, I saw you kissing.  It was nothing to write home about,” he laughed.  “He doesn’t seem to realize that, since he brought you here.  Can’t blame him—-” he stepped closer to you and ever-so-delicately brushed his fingers against your arm— “but you know you can do better.  You know nobody can make you feel like I do.”

“Andy,” you murmured, trying to step back as you glanced to the window by the backdoor, through which the both of you were clearly visible to anyone who sat in the living room.  It was empty now, but it was too close for comfort.  “Someone could see…”

“They’re in the kitchen, don’t worry,” he soothed, leaning down to ghost his lips over your cheek and neck, “nobody’s gonna see us, angel, s’just you and me…”

You didn’t want to, but you melted into his touch anyway.  Just those little circles that his fingers drew on your back made your entire body erupt in shivers.  “Andy,” you found yourself whispering as if you needed to remember who was doing this to you.

“I’m gonna fuck you tonight,” he whispered against your ear.  

Your breath caught in your throat.  

“Are you scared?” he teased.  “Afraid my cock’ll split you in half?”

Embarrassed, you nodded.

He grinned, pulling back from your neck to force you into a deep, dominating kiss.  You wrapped your arms around his neck and clung to his shoulders, eagerly allowing his tongue access as it pressed into yours.  A little moan escaped you, causing him to pull your body even closer.  You had worried that kissing the two of them in a row like this would lead to an inevitable comparison, which would be beyond disgusting.  But nope, this kiss made you forget that you’d kissed Jacob at all.  Not that that exactly stopped it from being disgusting.

You knew if you didn’t stop yourself now, you wouldn’t be able to soon… and you really needed this kiss to end before you two got caught.  Pushing on his chest, you pulled back with a sigh.

“We shouldn’t—” you began.

“No, you’re right,” he agreed with a reluctant nod.  Still, you missed his touch now that it was gone.  “We’ll have plenty of time for that later.  It’s just hard to keep putting on a happy face when all I want is to grab you and bend you over the table and—”

“Oh god, you can’t talk like that,” you laughed nervously.  “You’re gonna drive me crazy, I swear.”

“Haven’t I already?” he smirked.

You nodded, because he was completely right.  With a quick wave, you opened the door to step into the house.  He called your name, getting your attention as you turned around.  In his hand, arm outstretched, was your book.  “Almost forgot this,” he smiled.

“Right, thanks,” you nodded, taking it and going back inside.

~

You spent the rest of the day reaching new heights of anxiousness.  Shaking your leg, chewing your lip, scratching your wrist— how could you relax after what Andy had said, how could you act casual?  You were just waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the obvious opportunity to arise and for Andy to be inevitable like he always was.

You weren’t sure how he did it, but he did.  He got Laurie and Jacob to leave you two alone in the house.  With his influential career, he was probably used to getting what he wanted, but you hadn’t anticipated that he was so good at the hard work it took to get those things.

He got you, though.  Not that that took all too much hard work.

“Enjoy the movie you guys!” you told them as they were making their way out the door.  Jacob leaned in for a goodbye kiss, and softly asked one last time if you wanted to come.  

He pulled your shirt up over your head, and you hadn’t even gotten it all the way off before he undid your bra with a quick motion.  You hated to think about Jacob in that moment, but those few times you’d fooled around with him to this extreme, that part of the process had taken quite a bit longer.

When your breasts were free his hands latched onto them instantly; the rough pads of his fingers felt good against the sensitive skin, and his hands were so damn big.  You felt your back arching into his touch.

“Can’t wait to get my mouth on these,” he purred, “but I need to see all of you first.”

You yelped as he picked you up and tossed you back onto the bed.  He took off your socks first, which made you feel a little hot for some reason, and then reached down to pull at your shorts.  You lifted your hips to make it easier, looking up at him and gnawing on your bottom lip nervously.

As he tossed your shorts and underwear aside, you suddenly felt very naked compared to his clothedness.  Probably because you were completely naked and he was completely clothed.  He smiled down at you before grabbing your ankles and resting them on his shoulders, starting to kiss up your leg slowly while never breaking eye contact.

You whined impatiently.  “Andy, please, need you…”

“Shh,” he soothed, “we’ve got time baby, I finally got you all to myself and I’m gonna savor it.”

His lips moved up your calf and thigh, but irritatingly skipped anywhere salacious to get straight to your hips and belly.  “Hnng, Andy—” 

You choked on your words when he licked over your nipple, swirling his tongue around it before sucking it into his mouth.  It instantly hardened between his lips and he smiled.  “Baby, you’re so sensitive,” he cooed against your skin as he kissed his way to the other and did the same.

Your hips bucked up and made contact with his clothed thigh; you let out a high-pitched moan and did it again, rubbing yourself against his suit pants.  The rough material sent shocks of pleasure through you as Andy smiled and left little love bites along your neck.

"Look at you, such a needy little girl," he tsked.  "Rubbing your cunt on me like a whore.  You're gonna make a mess, baby."

"'m sorry I just— oh, fuck," you sighed, your head falling back onto the pillow with a soft thud.

"It's only fair," he shrugged.  "I don't mind spending the rest of the night with your come on my slacks.  So long as you spend it with my come still in your cunt."

You gasped, trying to imagine how you would hide that from Laurie and Jacob…

But you couldn’t keep on that train of thought for very long as he started to kiss down your stomach again.

“Please, Andy, need— fuck, I need you to— um, taste me, please,” you whimpered.

“Hmm, beg a little more,” he smirked.

It was a long line of nonsense after that; some barely-intelligible string of ‘please’ and ‘Andy’ with a little flair of embarrassing whining.  He laughed a little before he finally did what you’d asked, latching his lips onto your swollen clit.  Your back arched instantly as your hands clenched at the comforter beneath you.

It wasn’t at all like you’d imagined it would be— it was so warm, and he alternated between surrounding you with his mouth and teasing you with the tip of his tongue.  You let out a long, deep moan when his tongue slipped inside you, twisting and massaging your walls so perfectly.  Your hands carded through his hair, accidentally tightening and pulling when he licked right over your clit.  He didn’t seem to mind, though, just moaning against you and doing it again and again and again until your legs were quivering. 

Just as you were about to tell him that you were close, he instantly pulled away to speak.  “I can tell you’re close,” he purred as if he’d read your mind.  

“Please, don’t stop,” you begged, but he continued to sit up and started to open his belt.

“It’s not time to come yet, honey.  It’s gonna feel so much better when you come while I’m inside you— for both of us,” he grinned.

As his sweater was discarded and his trousers were pushed down, you bit your lip.  You weren’t sure you would ever get used to seeing his cock, especially when it had leaked enough pre-cum to leave a wet patch on his boxer briefs.

He was on you the second he’d finished stripping, caging in your body with his, growling as he started to kiss your neck.  You whined and arched your back, your heart racing as you tried to cope with the fact that this was happening, this was really happening.  It was surreal, or maybe it was more than real— you were going to lose your virginity.  To Andy fucking Barber.

“I think you’re ready for me, don’t you?” he asked teasingly, his hips moving forward to press his cock against your inner thigh.  You nodded as you swallowed thickly, gasping as he reached down and started to rub his swollen head through your folds.

“Please…” you sighed, even as your chest tightened with distant fear.

You had wondered if what he'd said about his marriage to Laurie being sexless was true.  It certainly would be a convenient lie to garner your sympathy and make him look better.  But you had no doubts it was the truth when he pushed his cock into you; he moaned like a man who had dreamed of this moment for years, who had been so deprived of affection for so long.  

It hurt less than you’d expected, although it was certainly overwhelming.

“Oh fuck, Andy,” you moaned,

“Say my name again, baby,” he demanded with a groan.

“Andy!” you repeated, a little louder right as the tip of his cock hit so deep inside you that it hurt— and for some reason, you wanted him to do it again.

“Fuck, you need to be quiet, or the neighbors’ll hear you,” he hissed as he pumped into you deeper and faster.  “Can you do that or do I need to choke you to shut you up?”

You whimpered from fear at that idea and he laughed a little.  

“Don’t act so innocent, baby, I know who you really are: you’re my dirty little slut.”

“No I’m—” you began to disagree.  A quick slap to the face, not too hard but stinging nonetheless, shut you up.

“You know you are,” he hissed, “so say it.”

You could barely carry this conversation, his cock filling you so completely that you couldn’t think about anything else.  “Andy, I—”

“Say it.”

You gulped but managed to pant between heavy breaths, “I’m…  I’m your dirty little slut, Andy…”

He grinned and began to move faster, deeper, somehow.  You clutched at his shoulders, kissing him and groaning into his mouth.  When his hips slammed into yours, you moaned louder than maybe you ever had before.  "You want it rough, honey?” he taunted.  “Want me to fuck you hard?"

"Yes, please!" you sobbed, your voice hoarse and desperate now.

He grabbed your hips and made good on his offer of brutality, and then some, making you nearly scream.  He kissed you again, perhaps in an attempt to keep you quiet, although it didn’t work that well, as you mouth fell open with every cry.  His teeth captured your lip as he growled above you, holding your hips up so the angle was perfect to send his cock right into the end of you, so deep— too deep, in the most perfect way.

His cock stroking against your walls was indescribable; each thrust made your entire body erupt in shivers.  The stretch was difficult but you loved it, you loved the way his body pushed yours to its limits.  

"Gonna come inside you, honey," he moaned, "gonna fill you up so good, gonna mark your body with my come and make you mine."

"Oh god, Andy, please," you sobbed.

"You gonna come for me, pretty girl?” he encouraged.

“Yes, so close—” you cut yourself off as you choked on nothing, you entire body beginning to tighten and seize up as pleasure spiralled higher and higher.

“Just like that, come on my cock,” he demanded, but you couldn’t do anything else even if you tried— the coil snapped as your vision went spotty.  Just as you started to close your eyes, he held your neck and stared down at you.  “Look at me when I make you come.”

You struggled to keep your eyes open with the intensity of sensation washing over you, but you didn’t want to know what would happen if you disobeyed.  Those blue eyes pierced through you as you shivered underneath him, and with your walls constricting his cock just felt even thicker inside you.  “Andy,” you whimpered, your fingers and toes erupting into pins and needles as you felt him flexing inside you— and he must have been coming in you in that moment, with the way he sighed and his thrusts pumped deeper yet more erratically.

Warmth spilled inside you as numbness decorated your extremities and fogginess clouded your mind.  You lost focus as he collapsed beside you— even when he pulled out, you still felt full, due in part to his come inside you and in part to being ruined so thoroughly by him.  Maybe you’d feel normal again tomorrow, or next week, but right now it was impossible to forget that you were fucked, in every sense of the word, by Andy Barber.

He pulled you into his arms and kissed your neck slowly, his breathing slowly returning to a stable pace as his chest pressed against your back.  He was mumbling something about how you were his girl, how you did so good for him, but you were already drifting into sleep even though it was barely nine o’clock.

You woke up the next morning in the guest room with Jacob beside you, who informed you that he’d found you already asleep when he got back from the movie he’d gone to see with his mom.

You left just a few hours later, waving goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Barber as Jacob pulled the car out of the driveway.

three months later...

The sun was just starting to set as you made your way home after your last class of the night.  Campus was gorgeous at this time of day, but you weren’t really taking the time to notice it as you focused instead on how wonderful it would feel to kick your shoes off, slip off your bra and slide into bed.  What you didn’t anticipate when you unlocked your dorm room’s door was to find Andy sitting on your bed as he waited for you.  You shut the door quickly so none of the girls mulling about the hall would see him.

He looked so out of place in your dorm.  He was so… adult, and yes, everyone there was an adult, but he was a whole new level of adulthood compared to the other residents of the honors dorm.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you reminded him.

“Why shouldn’t I be?” he questioned casually.

“Because your son is on the other side of the hall,” you explained, unamused.  “What if he sees you here?  What if he sees your car in the garage?”

“You worry too much.  I don’t give a fuck if my son lives nearby, if I wanna visit my girlfriend then I’m gonna do it.”

He’d never used that word for you before— or at least, not in front of you.  It made you feel nervous, glancing to the floor as he stepped closer towards you.  "I think I'm too young to be your girlfriend,” you decided.

"Perfect age for a mistress, though."

You stammered as you tried to balance the way that word made you feel sick with the way it made you feel aroused.  He lifted your chin with a finger, his other hand pulling you closer at the waist.  "Are you trying to act innocent, honey?” he smirked.  “Do you think I didn't realize that it turns you on?"

"Wh-what turns me on?"

"The sneaking around.  The secrets, the lies; the fact that it's wrong, forbidden, taboo.  It's why you haven't broken up with my son yet and it's why you stare at my ring all the time— yes, I noticed."

You frowned, crossing your arms impatiently.  “I haven’t broken up with Jacob because my relationship with him makes a great cover for my relationship with you… I’m doing that for us.  And do you think I like the ring?  I hate that stupid chunk of silver, seeing it on your hand makes me so livid because it just reminds me that I don’t have you all to myself and—”

“Baby, you know I’m all yours,” he purred, kissing down your neck as your back began to arch.  “Meanwhile, I have to share you with him.”

You were amazed that he could refer to his own son with such disdain, but then again, you knew how jealous he could get.  

“If you’re mine then take the ring off,” you suggested between panting breaths.

“If you’re mine then take it off for me,” he countered.  His left hand was travelling up your neck and you grabbed it by the wrist.  He pulled back to look at you as you brought his fingers to your mouth, kissing the tips of them before sucking on his ring finger, deeper and deeper, until it was poking down your throat and the ring was at your lips.  Lubricating it with your spit and spinning it with your tongue, you used your teeth to pull the ring slowly off of his finger.  He gasped a little as you opened your mouth and displayed it for him on your tongue, before spitting it out and across the room; it made a tiny little clinking noise as it hit your floor.

“Fuck,” he growled, the sound deep in his throat and dripping with desperation.

It felt like his hand never left your neck that night, like he was trying to claim you in every way he could all at once.  He was so possessive over you, ironically.  It was hard not to feel like your whole life was waiting.  Waiting for the semester to end so the next one could begin.  Waiting to graduate and get a job and finally begin your real adult life.  Waiting for the marks Andy left on your skin to fade so you didn’t have to wear a turtleneck in June.

Waiting for Jacob to find out, like he inevitably would.

Waiting for Andy to leave Laurie, or at least do something to make it seem like this was going somewhere.  

The thing about Andy was that he had this magical ability to make you stop worrying, in a way nobody and nothing else could.  When you were apart, reality would set in again and you’d decide you needed to confront him the next time you saw him.  It wasn’t even that you needed him to commit to you, specifically, you just needed to know what was going on— because how could he stay married through all this?  He needed to leave her, not for you but for himself.  You would get yourself all worked up and then he’d show up and soothe you until you forgot what you wanted to say in the first place.  When you were together, the future didn’t matter anymore, and neither did everything that was wrong about what you were doing.

It was like living in a dream, a really strange dream.  You were drowning in him, just like you’d known you would, but you didn’t want to stop.  You didn’t want to stop the secret dates when you gave your friends and boyfriend some excuse about having to study, the rendezvous in the back of his car, the midnight phone calls where he was whispering so his wife wouldn’t hear.

You figured that after all this time of being a good girl— the perfect daughter, the perfect student, the perfect girlfriend, the kind of girl you’d take home to mom— you deserved to let go.  You deserved to have fun.

[angryschnauzer]

Have we taken a moment to consider priest!Cavill? Because that's been at the forefront of mind and it WONT FREAKIN LEAVE

Listen here you, Priest Cavill has not only been considered, but he makes my athiest ass want to sin in the worst ways because IDGAF. The high collar in the Enola Holmes trailer was the final straw.

-

Forgive Me Father For I Have Sinned

Warnings: Smut. Oral. A little bit of Daddy use. The slightest of hints towards murder.

The screen door swung on its rusty hinges, creaking in the wind. You added it to the list of things you would need to look at now that the place was yours.

Your stepfathers funeral had been a token effort, tacked onto Sunday Mass, Father Cavill briefly mentioning things like ‘vengance’, ‘paying for your sins’, and ‘retribution’ in his sermon, and when the collection plate had been passed around and had said the collection would be going to the deceased’s family, the contributions were almost triple what they normally were. No-one was sad to see the passing of your stepfather. No-one had questioned how the mean drunk had fallen into the old sawmill in barn. No-one had mentioned how his shoulder had remained intact and yet held buckshot. 

Back in your kitchen you dropped the heavy envelope of cash from the church onto the counter, pulling the mason jar of corn whiskey from the back of the cupboard and pouring three fingers into a glass. The sound of the screen door springs straining made you turn, your face neutral as you saw Father Cavill at your door;

“May i come in?”

“If you want”

You tried to be nonchalant, but the man looked as far from a Priest should as humanly possible. His frame filled the doorway, shoulders and chest filling out his dark shirt to the point the fabric was screaming for mercy. Your eyes unashamedly trailed down his body, taking in how the rough tweed stretched around his thighs and left little to the imagination at to what worldly delights he packed in the front. No man of god should look that sinful.

“Wanna drink Father?”

You were pouring it before he even answered, turning to pass him the glass and surprised to see he had silently crossed the room and was standing right behind you. A little of the whiskey splashed over the side of the glass, wetting your hand, and as he took the glass you looked up at him as you sucked the clear liquid from your fingers one by one.

“You didn’t take communion or stay for confession...”

Looking him square in the eye you sipped your drink;

“I have nothing to confess, and i will not take a piece of leaven bread in place of the real thing”

Father Cavill cocked an eyebrow, stepping just a little closer and you dropped to your knees. He ran his thumb over your lips, letting out a small gasp as you opened your mouth and sucked it into your mouth. Your hands lay flat against his thighs, feeling the heat of his body through the rough tweed, before your nimble fingers made quick work of his fastening and it was your turn to be surprised when you saw he was bare beneath. 

He pulled his thumb from your mouth and you immediately took his hardening length between your plump lips, your tongue working over the hot and salty skin. With one hand he held your jaw as he started to work more of himself into your mouth, with the other he made the sign of the cross on your forehead with his thumb, still wet from your mouth. 

You raked your nails down the hard muscles of his thighs, your eyes watering as he rocked his hips back and forth to fuck your mouth, his head thrown back and his mouth open, his bright white teeth shining in the afternoon sunshine that filtered in through the window.

With a gasp he suddenly pulled out, a trail of spit hanging from your mouth to the angry red tip. His breaths were short;

“That’s the communion... now for your confession...”

He pulled you to your feel, his lips smashing against yours as he kissed you fiercely, his tongue pushing into your mouth which you eagerly allowed. As he broke away you let out a needy whine, but his strong grip was turning you and pushing you over the kitchen table. Flipping the skirt of your dress up he let out a grunt when he saw he was not the only one without underwear, the soft petals of your heat enticing him closer;

“Say it...”

“Sorry Daddy, i’ve been a bad girl...”

He grunted;

“Close enough...”

He thrust forward and filled you to the hilt, your walls stretching around him. You took all that he could give you, fucking you so hard from behind that the table started to squeak on the old floor tiles as it would shift with each powerful thrust. He was splitting you open and you only wanted more, his large hand coming down on your bare ass and the smack of skin against skin joining the carnal sounds that filled the room, the pain and pleasure mixing in your mind as tears rolled down your cheeks, the cathartic release you needed was coming. With another smack of his hand you came, crying out to god as your body trembled around him before with a shout he thrust forward and came deep inside you, his thick seed filling your womb.

The house fell silent as he held himself within your aching body, just the sound of your breaths could be heard... until there were voices and the sound of footsteps on the path from the road. In one fluid motion he pulled out and flipped your skirts down, tucking himself back into his pants just as Mrs Henderson appeared at the screen door, waving through it as she held up a pie dish. She didn’t wait for an invitation, instead entering with the confience of a woman in her later years;

“Oh my dear... there’s no reason to get upset” she set the pie dish on the table and with her gloved hand wiped the tears that were still on your cheeks; “That stepdaddy of yours was a bad-un...”

She saw Father Cavill standing in the corner of the kitchen, leaning against the counter as he sipped on his drink and smiled at him;

“Oh Father, i am so pleased to see you are here to comfort this tender young woman...” she glanced at you as she held your face in her hands; “Let the Father comfort you in your time of need”

You nodded;

“Yes Mrs Henderson... thank you. And thank you for the pie”

She turned and smiled before made for the door;

“Its Cherry. This years crop are so sweet and delicious, i had to stop myself from licking the juice from my fingers as i was making it” she chuckled before with a single wave let herself out.

You felt the heat of his body as he stood behind you, the pie in one hand as you turned, and you watched as he dipped his finger into the crust, the sticky red filling covering it before he brought it to his mouth, a devilish grin on his face.

For a man of god he sure did know how to sin.

[tillthelandslide]

A/n: I'm back and better than ever!! Just wanted to say a massive thank you to everyone for your lovely birthday messages yesterday, they made my day perfect. Also I wrote this while I was away and it hasn't been checked so there's probably a fuck ton of typos lol but idgaf 🤣enjoy ❤️

But You Love Me : Henry Cavill Drabble

Henry was upset when he found out that a few members of the cast had confirmed cases of corona. He had just got back into the swing of working on the Witcher again and everybody who knew him knew how much he loved it. It was different due to seeing cast and crew in masks and not being able to properly greet those he worked with, but he still enjoyed it and god knows he loves his co-stars. But for now he'd have to spend a little time at home again until they could continue filming again.

If he were honest, he didn't actually mind this all that much, it gave me a little while to spend with you, relaxing and loving on one another. When his alarm sounded at 5am for his usual workout, he snoozed it much to your surprise. He groaned as he rolled over, his musclar arm trapping you underneath it. You opened your eyes but they threatened to shut immediately, the sun blared though the window as your hands gently found his face.

"Hen" you mumbled, feeling yourself drift back to sleep again, your body felt warm and blissful, sleep was drawing you in and you barely had the strength to fight it.

"Henry" you repeated, hearing the large man grunt "you need to get up darling" you said, a yawn falling from your lips a second later. You heard him groan again and you chuckled when he ignored you. You pryed your sleepy eyes open again, seeing the man you loved so much, so very sleepy next to you. You blinked away the sleep and leant over his resting body. You lowered yourself until your lips were pressing against his warm skin.

"Baby" you said, continuing to kiss him, hearing him groan again.

"You know you need to get up bubs" you said, pulling back to look at the large man. His curls were a bundle of mess atop his head and you couldn't resist sweeping them away from his eyes. He had a small sleepy smirk on his lips and his eyelids hid away his blue orbs.

"Don't have to" he finally said, his morning vocie filling your ears and making your core shudder.

"You do baby. Need to go train" you murmed against his skin. In the next moment, he had turned his body so he was resting on his back, his hands falling to your waist as your lowered your head to his hairy chest now. Your lips finding the curls at his pecs. Your eyes found his and he smiled at you, the blue always seemed to be lighter in the morning.

"Go back to sleep with me?" he asks and you giggle before shaking your head.

"Henry you need to train! Your team will kill me if they find out you stayed in bed with me" she says, exaggerating a little, they weren't that harsh on him.

"Please" he begs and his puppy dog eyes find yours. You sigh deeply before leaning upwards, your lips finding his in a morning kiss. He growls against you and flips you onto your back, claiming his space in between your thighs. He always found himself desperate for you, but his need was heightened in the morning (especially when he had spent even a day away from you).

"It's Monday today" he says, his words forming against your mouth. You hummed against him in agreement, his tongue teasing your lower lip making you press yours lightly against his. He takes control and pushes his back harshly against yours, forcing yours and his back into your mouth, the two intertwining there.

"Monday is cardio day" he mummurs, pausing his assault against your lips. You instantly know what his thinking and the offer is way too tempting.

"Henry we shouldn't" you say, moaning when his lips found your neck.

“Oh but we should. Just think about it"he says and you do. He makes the whole ordeal worse by beginning to move his hips against yours.

"Cmon baby I know you want it" he says and you sigh deeply, pulling him back from your neck, a smirk on his face when he sees you smiling at him.

"You're a right pain in the arse, you know that right?" you say as you begin to push his joggers down his legs.

"Yeah but you love me" he says, groaning when you wrap your hand around his semi hard length.

"Yeah I love you" you say, making henry thrust into your hand as his lips find yours again. He groans deeply as his own hands make light work of removing your underwear. You truly loved morning's like this, the ones where the whole room is warm and your whole body just feels so much love. The ones where Henry wants nothing more than to show you he loves you by burying deeply inside you until you see stars.

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multiples of 9!

9. answered

18. ideal weather?

23 degrees celcius, faintly sunny, a bit windy

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

how cold? if it’s november cold, fuck off to the woods with a thermos full of tea. if it’s really bitterly cold, the staying-inside kind of cold, i am not so heartless that i wouldn’t endorse making a hot drink and reading some poetry 

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

hmmm i was stuck on this for a minute but then i realized the answer and it’s unfortunate. in sixth grade we had to learn to use powerpoint in computer class and make a presentation, and everybody’s favorite tween funnyman sebastian said he wanted to do it on memes. our librarian saw how this could get out of hand and asked “how about you just focus on one specific meme?” he did it on the troll face. it’s unfortunate but it’s true. 

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

i love both sf and fantasy equally and am equally picky and bitchy about both. (i’m also apparently the kind of person who gets pedantic about whether you call it sci-fi or sf? sf just sounds better idk. also it’s not pronounced ‘faiction’!) anyway it’s those two and idgaf about superheroes 

54. what did you learn from your first job?

oof my first job was a ~merchandise associate~ at tj maxx lol. so … what did i learn? how to operate a cash register, how to fold a towel for peak aesthetic appeal, NOT how to fold clothes because i still don’t know, how to come as close to possible as sleeping while still standing up, and how to entertain yourself while you’re stuck in a fitting room with nobody for company 

63. five songs that would play in your club?

idk what club music actually sounds like, so i’m going to go for a joke answer and name the top five bangers in my sea shanty and adjacent folk-exclusive club: some say the devil is dead, star of the county down, blow ye winds in the morning, and raging sea. you’re welcome. i have impeccable taste. 

72. worst subject?

gym lol. uh but speaking seriously i’m good at math but suck at arithmetic, and anything relating to us government melts my brain lmao 

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

that’s a linguistic difference, not a biological one, right? anyway, fireflies

90. luckiest mistake?

hmmmm. okay this is stretching the definition of ‘mistake’ but let’s qualify the mistake as being really set on applying early action to the scary top ten school my dad got his phd at. i kill myself for all of october editing and reediting my supplement essay for it (while working above mentioned tj maxx job and doing school and also scholastic bowl and watching all of star trek ds9 at once - how was 2017 me alive?). after turning in my essay on november first, lo and behold! i have a completed common app and ten more applications to file. (i never said high school me was smart.) so entirely based on economy of effort i select my current college based on the fact that it has the shortest supplement essay and send that baby in on november second. and THAT puts me within the priority consideration window for the scholarship i end up receiving, entirely by accident.