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[zealoushound]

Fuzzy Bear

Summary: Walter is a bear. Sometimes he’s a grumpy bear, sometimes he’s a soft fuzzy bear.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x reader

Word Count: 446

Warnings: brief mentions of nudity. All fluff.

A/N: this isn’t long but I wanted to write this for @christhickevans She was nice enough to to send me a fic title for the “made up fic title” post I made (feel free to send more!)

Disclaimer: Do not copy any part of my material to use as your own. Do not repost my work, or any portions of my work on any site and claim it as your own. Like all my other stories, this was written on my phone and not beta’d.

Here you go sweetheart. Hope you enjoy.

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You're sitting up in your favorite spot on the couch watching the show you’d been excited to start all week. Your feet are propped up in front of you; you’re buried under the big fuzzy blanket from your bedroom. You can hear the shower running down the hall. Walter had just gotten home from work not even half an hour ago. All he had said to you was a low rumble so you had given the gruff bear his space.

You didn’t hear the water cut off 20 minutes later, you were too involved in your show. But nothing could keep you from noticing him walk out of the bathroom into the hallway completely naked. You watched him as he walked into the kitchen. Every sinew in legs flexing as he walked. The way his ass flexed and bounced a little as he stepped.

Michelangelo would have been so lucky to have sculpted Walter. “David eat your heart out.” You mumbled as he leaned into the fridge hunting for a beer. One hand on the top of the door, arm bent making his elbow point upward, the tendons in his back rippled with the movement of his other arm reaching into the back of the refrigerator. He stood, closed the door, then turned around. He popped the tab on his can. You watched the ways his arms responded to his hands. Bringing the can up to his lips he tilted his head back, drinking about half the can in three gulps.

Of course, as any man would, he burped loudly. Take it as a bears thank you, perhaps? He finally noticed you watching him. He stalked over to where you were so warm and cozy on the couch. He pulled back your blanket, looking you up and down, tilting his head. You were wearing an old worn out hoodie and thin pajama pants.

Working his way under the cover, he laid his head down on your chest. He wiggled, grunted grumpily and sat up. “Off.” Was all he said. You compiled, hoping he didn’t mind the thin camisole you were wearing underneath. He looked you over, making a soft, considering ‘hmm’ then lying his head on your chest, cupping your right breast like a security blanket.

Some time later your show went off. You muted the tv so you could listen to his soft breathing. The sounds this fuzzy bear would make in his sleep were like white noise to you. The rest of his noises were like lyrics to your life now. You knew all of his sounds, and their meanings by heart.

“Who’s David?” You startled, but laughed, running your fingers through his hair.

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[daydreaming-in-letters]

Home

11/20/2022

Pairing: your favourite x you

Word Count: 388

Warnings: non-explicit sexy times, fluff

Summary: Your love comes home to you after being away for too long.

A/N: Even though I imagined someone particular writing this, you are free to imagine any guy you like.

Picture by Erol Ahmed via Unsplash

If you like my story, you are very welcome to like, comment or reblog. Please don’t copy, repost or share my work on other platforms.

You’re here. You’re finally here. Home.

No words could ever describe the feeling that befalls me when I watch you walk through that door, how my whole being fills with you, only you, and I am at peace again. No words could ever describe. So I show you. 

The thrill of you, igniting my flame the moment your eyes rest on me. The need in your hands as they move on my body, reacquainting themselves with my form, caressing, claiming, stirring my fire the way only you can. My answer coaxes a moan from your sweet lips. “Like silk on my back,” you whisper and the sound of your voice makes me want to cry happy tears. 

So long. It has been so long. Every day apart nourishing the fear I will forget all the precious details of you. The warmth in your voice, the gentleness in your touch, the way you feel in my arms. And I don’t ever want to forget, forget you and the me I am when I’m with you. I just breathe differently, more like me, when you are around.

You must have seen it in my eyes, felt it, too. I can tell from the determination as you pull me closer. My fingers glide through a sea of silk, tightening their hold to share the relieving pain of our first reunion after an eternity. An eternity of imagining your breath on my face while you hum against my lips, of yearning to feel you, all of you, of being yours wholly and completely. 

We don’t last long, we never do when we collide like this. But neither of us cares. Why would we complain about a brief prelude when the sweetest part is yet to come?

Our carnal desires satisfied, we’re free to just be. In your tender embrace the storm inside me calms and it is you, only you that remains. What more could I ask when your fingers run through my hair and your lips speak of soft things to me, your voice getting lower with every circle your free hand is drawing on my back?

Tonight, you will be my resting place, your chest my pillow, your arms and legs my blanket. You’re all I want. The feeling of knowing and being known. The feeling of finally being home.

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[roamwithahungryheart]

I found myself missing Dad!Sy and his chaotic family from my earlier story Homecoming, so I decided to bring them back for a little festive drabble!

This was inspired by the 'Santa suit' prompt from the lovely @winter2112rose .

Sacred Heart Elementary’s Christmas party had been a success for everyone except eight year old Alexander Syverson. Still in his elf costume, he slammed the door, launched himself onto the couch, crossed his arms and sulked. Being raised in a military family meant that Alexander didn’t get away with temper tantrums for too long. His father, Jack, peered around the living room door, then searched his wife Sarah’s face for an answer.

“Alex had a bad time at the party.” Sarah’s eyes softened. “Go easy on him, Jack.”

Jack replied with a grunt, then approached his son.

“Hey buddy, Momma tells me you had some trouble at school today, is that right?”

Alexander huffed. His eyes were red and puffy. “Sorta.”

Jack’s brow furrowed. “Whaddya mean sorta?”

Alexander took off his hat, scrunching it nervously in his tiny hands. “Daddy, is Santa Claus real? Emmett McAllister said he’s made up. He made fun of me in front of everyone.”

Jack crouched down to his son’s level. “You know how sometimes I go on secret missions? Ones I can’t tell anybody about?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, a couple years back, I was part of a mission called Operation: NORAD. Do you know what that is?”

Alexander shook his head.

“NORAD is how they track Santa every Christmas. I was one of the guys in the control room, and I saw his sleigh take off that night.”

Alexander’s eyes widened. “Really?” He squealed.

“Really.” Jack nodded. “So whatever Emmett McAllister told you, it’s a load of bullsh-�� He stopped himself mid-sentence – “it’s a big ol’ lie. And you know what else?” He shot his son a conspiratorial grin. “I happen to know for a fact that Emmett is on the naughty list.”

Alexander sat up straight then. “Am I on the nice list?”

“You bet.” Jack ruffled his son’s hair. “The Syversons are always on the nice list. Go on upstairs.”

With that, Alexander shot off.

Sarah leaned against the doorframe. “I know one Syverson who won’t be on the nice list this year.”

“Oh yeah?” He grasped his wife by the waist, pulling her against him.

“Sometimes being naughty is more rewarding than being nice.” She lilted, trailing her hands down his chest, making him jolt a little as she travelled further downward.

He responded with a low growl.

“Amen to that.”

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[oh-for-fic-sake]

Super-Hubby Proof

Masterlist

Summary: you have a plan for your and clarks anniversary, but bruce has to help with some details.

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, implied Smut, Femdom, MaleSub, Switch, Power Play, Bondage, implied Bdsm, Mentions of Pegging, Toys, Humour

A/n: somthing ive finally got the courage to post lol i hope someone likes it, as its different from what I normally write.

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"What why do you need that?" Bruce huffed as he waltzed about the bat cave you werent allowed in but somehow snuck into and pestered him.

"I... shut up bruce you gonna help or not?" You followed grumbling as the bat of gotham tried to our manoeuvre you in the 'lair'

"No im not, not unless you tell me why?" Bruce finally growled turningmon you clearly worried about your request for kryptonite in any form, let alone bindings. You were clarks wife and bruce would allow concessions but this request made him uneasy. Why would you need clark restrained? Superman weakened? Was there foul play?

"Ugh... For fuck sake-look trust me I'm not gonna hurt him! I'm just... I just need him... subdued for a while thats all" you uttered flushing trying to avoid the reason behinde it all.

"I'm sorry y/n but I'm going to need more then that, your asking me to make restraints for the most powerful being on the planet... not least of all my friend" he huffed spinning on you crossing his arms tryingnto give you the third degree. He was slowly becoming worried, why would his friends wife need tk restrain him? His mind was mulling over every possible reason.

"He will thank you trust me... Its just a delicate issue" you tried hinting at the reason behinde it. It wasnt like you could just say it out right!

"Delicate? Are you in trouble or something? Are you going to do something stupid? Is that why you need him tied up? So he wont come save you?" Bruce frowned shaking his head whilst throwing out more suggestions, slowly becoming more and more worried.

You paused and sighed shaking your head blinking at him before slumping, deflating a little. Yoh really didnt want to risk embarrassing yourself or clark... but clark deserved this! He deserves everything. And if you had to tell beuce to make it haplen then you will. Besides you doubt the bat would repeat this information. Witn any luck he'd want to forget it completely!

"No.. no look i just... come here, i'll whisper it the walls have eyes... and ears" you leant forward and began whispering. To him, at first it was hard admitting that you and clark wanted to explore li,e this. But it quickly became easier when bruce began flushing and trying to pull away from you causing a fuss.

"Oh-OH?! wait thats his thing? You know what dont answer that im game... wait stop- no! I mean yes i fine thats enough! Please stop talking!" The bats voice got higher as his hands held yours and he attempted to pry your fingers from his suit as ou whispered in detail eactly what you were going to do to your immobilised bent over super-hubby~

"Y/n for the love of god stop! I gotcha, i gotcha... okay i'll do it but you know he will be annoyed right? Your really pushing it this time" bruce said still uncomfortable but now it was becuase of the intimate details of your and clarks sex life that youd just explained.

"I'll be fine... if you do your job right" you hummed patting him on the back and stepping away from him with a chuckle taking a little moment to relish in making the big badass party boy bruce wayne flush like a little school boy.

"I can have them ready in a week or so will that be enough to... prepare the... other bits you need?" He uttered queitly curseing the fact that he just couldnt shut himsekf up. It was as if he really were a teenager just spewing questions and muttering words just to try and rid himself of the images of you pegging his best friend.

"Yes, yes thats fine- and dont worry i've already got the strapon and the vibrating butt-" you said smirking the entire time eyeing the billionaire impishly enjoyingnthe way he looked ready yo have and aneurism or somthing. It was rare to catch him out like this, so ofcourse you were going to milk it.... much like your husband~ lucky you!

"Oh god stooopp!?" He hissed and tried to escape you once more by distancing himself from you drifting behinde one 9f the many workbenches in the cave.

"can you do one more thing brucie boy?" You purred tipptoeing forward dragging your long nails over the desk as you prowled around it stoppin beside him and leaning back casually fluttering your lashes at him pleading. He gave a hefty sigh before answering.

"What?" he asked hesitantly almost dreading whatever extra little request you had for him. You grinned and prodded his chest lightly as you spoke in an over enthusiastic tone.

"Can. You, mr big bad bat of gotham~ Sneak my gift into the fortress? He... We always go there for a few days on our anniversary" you asked whilst givin him a little tidbit as to why you wanted this potentially dangerous subduing apparatus in supermans secret club house. Bruces face dropped to confusion, then annoyance finally resting with shock and a bewildered look. Then blinked as you giggled at him. Today must be your lucky day, you'd got more reactions out of the stoic man today then you had for the entire fohr years youd known him!

"Thats where you sneak off to? Thats... Pretty weak I'd have thought he'd take you to the maldives or bahamas?" You laughed outloud and waved a hand at him, brushing off the shock. Bahamas? God somtimes you forgot this man had more money then he had sense. It was laughable that he thought clark could afford a surprize romantic bahamas trip on his salary from the daily planet. Hell even with your earnings you'd bearly afforded the trip to Disney world last year.

But bruce sat there straight faced, and slightly confused. Sometimes the man forgot what he had. He didnt think anything of jetting off to the most luxurious destinations when ever he pleased. It was pocket change to him... i mean youd had to explain what an over draft was to him once. He didnt understand how a bank account could be minus. In this sense he was actually quite adorable, feared billionaire vigilante of gotham being taught the valure of money by a random little nobody.

"Well he is only a reporter, we cant afford that and we... enjoy being normal you know? No flying or whatever... clark and y/n kent, no superman" you said managingnto get your laughter under control. You didnt want him to be offended its just gave you the chuckles when he was like this, it was sweet in a way.

"Pfft No superman? In supermans super secret kryptonian spaceship fortress?" He huffed now feeling all grumpy becuase youd laughed at him. He knew you hadn't meant to but you sometimes made him feel stupid. He couldnt help the money and lifestyle he'd been raised in. But he was slowly understanding what his wealth offered him, and it was more then the fast women and fast cars.

You smiled to him rolling your eyes and leaning down tryingnto get eye contact with him to let him know you were messing with him. After a few seconds you nudged him forceing a smile and he snapped out of his pouting.

"Tell you what you do your little thing and i will book a week in the maldives for you, all inclusive sea villa everything on my black card" he decided with a huge grin but youees almost popped out and you shook your head quickly panic washing over you. You couldnt do that!

"What? No bruce i cant let you do that"

"You can and you will, he's gonna know it was me who made this fucking contraption-" he argued but you tried to cut him off only to fall silent as he held a hand up shushing you.

"Look point is this is my ass on the line too, maldives will save me from getting roasted... literally"

"Fine i suppose i cant stop you...

"Then its a deal i will make you the....thing and it will do everything your little deviant heart desires. And in return i get to treat you and clark to a romantic holiday to try and save my own skin" he said with ,inimal cringeing whilst holding his hand out to you. You smiled warmly at him and took his hand. Yu knew he would have made your special super-proof stockades anyway but this was also his excuse to treat you and clark to a getaway of a life time. Bruce wouldnt take now for an answer, this was his way of still being the cool hard ass of gotham.

"Great its settled now leave before you start putting more images in my head its creepy!" He huffed spinningnyou around and escourting you out of the cave making you laugh.

"Are your eyes closed?" You asked you super-hubby leading him through the fortress. He smiled squeezing your hand as you dragged him down the halls.

He was excited, what ever you had planned had aroused you, you were dripping. He could smell it on the air the sweetmlness he'd soon be feasting on no doubt! He couldnt wait~ especially when youd stripped into an amazing vintage looking lingerie set, all lace and silk, stockings and snug garter belt hugging your form. You even remained in the stilletto high heels he loved you in despite you hateing the pain that came with them. He appreciated the sacrifice on your part.

"Yes yes" clark replied with a chuckle, you grinned entering the room where the magnificent set of kryptonite laced stockades were. Bruuce had done wonders taking great care to place just enough to weaken clark to that of a human man. Bruce made sure no harm would come to you or his friend. None of the kryptonite was visible, it was deeply embedded so it wouldnt irritate clarks skin. The kryptonian wouldnt know its was there untill he felt how weakend he was. Nothing dangerous, simply enough to let you have our wicked way with him.

You were excited, clark had said a few times he'd love to be powerless just once. To fall victim to you and your lust, to feel waht it was you felt everytime you gave everything up to him. He wanted to be free, free to feel and let go give in to a weaker pliant side.

And you always wanted to give that to him. To let him be vulnerable with you. Youd explored this with him somewhat, you'd topped him trying out a few things he'd hinted to b7t been to shy to ask for out right. But that was just a butt plug, he'd enjoyed it-ruined the sheets below him! So you were sure he was going to enjoy this whole endeavour. But you were a little nervous. I mean the odd finger or butt plug was one thing, but fucking him? That was something else.

"No xray peeking?" You chimed leading him closer to his metaphorical doom.

"No I promise now what are you doing?" He asked nerves creeping into his voice as you stopped him and began removing his shirt, flicking open the buttons one by one pressing kisses on the skin as you pealed the shirt open. Clark shuddered when you locked your tiny hot mouth around a nipple nibbling aspt it whilst dragging his short away.

You hummed releasing the now reddened teet with a drag of your teeth and giggled nuzzling against his warm fuzzy chest smoothingnyour hands over the plains of hard muscles, they jumped and shivered as your cool hands roamed him.

"Just relax my love~ Now spin and bend forward... there we go arms up babe" you finally spoke helping get him into place befpre quickly shucking dpwn the top of the stockades.

"Wha- babe what the fuck?" He yelped eyes snapping open and quickly tugging in a panic only to gasp and stutter when he couldnt tear free instantly.

"Do you like it?" You asked prowling around him like a cat, leathal and smooth. The stealth and grace you had in that moment was enough to bring any ,an to their knees. For a moment he was greatfull for the stockades holding him up right... well half up anyway. If not the the contraption he'd already be on his own knees befpre you pressig desperate kissing along your knee and inner thigh begging to lap at the juicey cunt hidden and weeping behinde the silk.

"This is your anniversary gift my love! A set of kinky stockades, but this set is particularly intresting there is a tiny bit of kryptonite init." You drolled smirking at him as he wriggled, breath already becomeing laboured pants and his suit pants becoming tighter. His cock already a few steps ahead, the beacon had been lit~

"Just enough to keep you in check" yu hummed disappearing behinde him a victorious smile gracing your lips as he cursed and the stockades gave a dull clunck as he tr4ied to follow you and keep you in his sight.

"Tonight mr kent you truley are at my mercy~" you purred from behinde him, tugging your harness up your thighs and securingnit on your waist letting the buckles clink so you husband could hear it. He shivered and moaned. You giggled biting your lip as you stroed arohnd before him again letting him see his suspicions were correct. You will have him tonight, just as he had you many nights before.

"Ah fuck babe- babe please~" he yipped and moaned stamping his feet cutely as you moved forward hands tagging eagerly at his suit pants and releasied the button letting the soft dark material fall to the floor, and then pinged him with the elastic of his boxers before forcing them down his hips.

"Begging already wonder boy? Im not even started. Kick" you uttered teasing him by keepjngnyour face just out of his reach. He whined and craned his neck trying to press kisses to your cheek but you held storng before comanding him to kick away his discarded bottoms.

"Now lets have a little one on one time with this glorious ass shall we?" You hummed whislt reaching out of his siht and reappeared with a bottle of lube before opening and drizzling it over the phalus attatched to your pubic bone. You bit your lipwatxhing him as his eyes followed your ha d and then widened, he almost yelped out loud and shifted on his feet again, hos own cock jumping at the sight.

"Oh god babe?! I-thats not gonna fit!" He keened tugging unconsciously on the stockade once more drawing a giggle from you when his voice trailed off into a moan.

"Thats what she said... well what i said~" you giggled and continuedto stroke the lube over the average sized pink strappon that was secured to your crotch. Smirking all the while as clark tried looking away absentmindedly trying to tugg his head free on the stockade. But every flinch was met with stern resistance by the apparatus, holding the mans hands and head in its grasp.

"But i think you'll find this will be a perfect fit~" you hummed walking around out of hos veiw with a smirlk. Clark tugged again moaning loud as you disappeared behinde him out of sight. You moved your hands over his back petting the taugh skin nd drifted lower to his hip and then followed the bone, one fatal arch that dipped forward towards the powerfull v above your own prize. Your hand grasped him firmly drawing a hiss and violent jerk of his hips forward willing you to grasp him firmly.

You did so with a laugh but remained still enjpying the pants and mewls, the desperae whines of your bound love whos whole body trembled. You knew this is something he'd wanted to experience, complete and utter helplessness. To be a your mercy entirely and have to endure whatever you wanted from him. And every moan and gasped breath and wimper only made you more confident in your decision.

"And remember love, the safeword is batmobile~" you teased ghosting your lips over his shoulder pressing a kiss to his skin making him jolt again. Hand tightening and twisting around his engorged cock, the way it was throbbing and twitching in your fingers telling you just how much he was enjoying this new found switch. You were glad he did, there was always that seed of doubt. But you figured it'd be good for him to let go everyonce in a while.

"Whats the safe word?" You asked teasingly, his response was a gargled moan of 'batmobile' makjng you chuckled and stand tall right behinde him raking your nails down his back as a reward making the godlike man bow beneath them, arching like a cat. Both chaseing and fleeing the light sting of you manicured nails. You chuckled when his whole body shivered again as the tickle became a pleasant sting.

"Now be a good boy and relax" you purred stopping the light patterns at the curve of his taught bottom that twitched and rippled as he shifted on his feet. You grinned and snapped your hand up capturing the underneath of his bottom making him yelp. You paused as the red mark began to show and then grinned.

So the kryptonite weakened him enough to feel the bite of your palm? Thats good to know ~ you hushed him rubbing the soft spot before lightly plucking at the cheeks separateing them just to let them spring back. He mewled archjng and squirming pleadjng with you to show him mercy, finallysuccumbing to you and the festivities you had in mind. You let out a giggle your breath fanning over his tail bone as you pressed a single chaste kiss to one of the glorious cheeks.

"Good boy Clark"

[foodieforthoughts]

Summary: For better or for worse, you had vowed, and you planned to stick by it.

Pairing: Chris x Reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Domestic fluff, talks of anxiety

A/N: Domesticity is so cute. I had to imagine it with Chris. 🥺

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Title: Safe Heaven

With the lights dimmed and only the reading lamp on, you had settled under the sheets in your pajamas and your favorite book. The brilliant city skyline outside the windows highlighted by the orange hue of the setting sun, made up for a cozy ambience to read and relax.

As you were turning a page, you glanced up from the book as you felt a presence at the doorway. Chris looked like he was hanging by the last thread, ready to pass out any moment. He had his jacket open, his shirt wrinkled at his tummy and his tie hanging loosely from his collar. The spirited, gorgeous face that had left you in the morning with a kiss and a smile, now had a frown with his shoulders slumped forward and hair tousled from likely running his hand through them several times.

"Babe?" You had expected him to be tired; on the phone he had sounded like he had only an ounce of energy left.

Chris didn't answer and only shuffled his way towards you, kicking his shoes off and discarding his jacket on the ottoman. Pulling your book from out of your hands, he gently placed it on the nightstand before dropping on top of you and sighing loudly. You let out an 'oof' at his weight falling on you, even though he was careful enough to not crush you.

"I'm so tired." He mumbled against your neck, wrapping his arm around your waist. His beard tickled your skin and made goosebumps appear on your arm.

"I figured." You cooed back, slowly running your fingers through his hair. Chris purred at the contact, melting in your lap and relaxing against your body.

"My anxiety kicked in today." Barely above a whisper, Chris spoke as he adjusted over you. Closing his legs to lie in between yours and laying more on his side with his head on the crook of your waist and thigh, he let you adjust against the headboard. "I skipped the last interview and sat in the other room. That's when I called you."

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that, baby." Bending at your waist to kiss the top of his head, you soothingly ran your hand over his head.

With a new movie releasing, Chris had several press junkets to attend. You preferred to stay home in Boston with Dodger when Chris was on tour, but this time he had insisted that you accompany him. With ASP kicking off, several other endorsements and movies lined up, Chris was drained more than ever. He wasn't shy of telling you why he needed you to be by his side; you knew he sought you as a pillar to lean on when he was feeling down and you promised yourself you'll always be there for him.

"Just one more day, babe. Tomorrow after the premiere you don't have to sit for these junkets."

"And I'll have you next to me at the red carpet. I'm not really worried about tomorrow." He turned his head to flash you a tired smile, dropping his face again to kiss your thigh.

You smiled to yourself and let your hands travel down his back, applying a little pressure on his muscles. Reaching a particularly taut spot on his lower back, you massaged it and got answered with a sinfully erotic moan of relief from Chris.

"Did you receive Dodger's video from Shanna?" You asked, pressing gently at his sore muscles.

"The one she sent today? I am inclined to think he likes it better when we are not around." Chris chuckled to himself. He bent his knee to lie comfortably, resting your foot on his thigh. "Spoke to mom today. She is missing you already."

"Aww." You smiled thinking back on the bubbly woman back home who had welcomed you into the family with open arms. She always treated you more like her daughter and less like a daughter-in-law. And Chris agreed too. You had caught him looking at you and his mom interacting, with a content smile on his face.

"How about I draw you a bath?" You suggested as a means to let him relax, bringing your hands back to his head. Chris only nodded, his grip on your waist loosening as tiredness began taking over his body.

You gently maneuvered yourself from underneath him, nudging him carefully until he was lying on the pillow. You let him have a moment of peace and nap until you got a relaxing bath ready for him. It might sound pessimistic to some, but you had already packed a bottle of lavender bath salt and a few scented candles for times like these. In five years of your relationship, three spent being married, Chris had stumbled many a times through the door needing some serious R&R.

As you watched the tub fill with water and the salts efferves slowly, you lit the candles and placed them carefully on the sides of the bathtub. Taking the bathrobe out of the closet and placing it on the hook behind the bathroom door, you walked back to where Chris snored lightly on the bed.

He had turned on his back, arms spread out with his mouth slightly open. You almost didn't want to wake him up, for he was sleeping liked a baby with his limbs splayed on the mattress. Although before you could rock him awake, Chris took a raggedly loud snore and woke up with his own noise.

"What-?" The look of confusion on his face looked comical as he took time to realise what had just happened; you had to press your lips close to suppress your laughter. Chris looked at you clueless, until he came to the conclusion.

"Did I just-?" He laughed loudly, clutching his chest as his gleeful laughter reverberated through the room.

You couldn't hold in your laugh either, falling on the bed next to him with your head resting on his arm, and joined him in sync with the chaotic and absurd laugh fest. Chris immediately, like he had done it several times over the years, wrapped his arm around you and pulled you towards his body. You couldn't pinpoint what was making Chris laugh, maybe he was tired or maybe he was finally getting some time to relax. Whatever the reason was, it made you very happy to hear his hearty snort mixed chortle, trace the life lines at the corner of his eyes with your own and watch him clutch his chest like he always does.

When you both could finally breathe, Chris had tears in his eyes from the ridiculously hilarious moment. He blinked several times, looking up at the ceiling with you by his side. A stray tear escaped the corner of his eye and you wiped it away.

"Do you still want to take a bath?" You ran your knuckle on the side of his face, smoothening out the scruff of his beard.

"Only if you join me." Throwing you a sideway glance and biting his lip, Chris turned on his side and draped his arm around your waist. Resting his hand on the small of your back, he leaned in to place a soft kiss on your lips.

"Thank you. For everything that you do."

"Thank you for letting me." Placing your hand on the side of his scruffy bearded face, you swiped your thumb across the apple of his cheek before moving in as close as was physically possible and stole a kiss from your husband.

Later after finally detaching yourself from Chris's warm embrace, you sent him off to the bathroom while ordering room service. Before you could dial though, you heard Chris singing.

"I don't know how heaven, could be better than this."

Bringing a smile to your face, a warmth up to your cheeks, you shook your head and dialed the number while Chris's melodious voice resonated from the bathroom.

[raewritesfiction]

The Boss [Henry Cavill]

A/N: a little idea I’ve had running through my head. Plot: You work for Henry Cavill and regularly enjoy some extra benefits.

Pairing: Female!Reader X Henry Cavill Warnings: Smut. Language. Semi-public sex.

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A lunch date with your boss was never just lunch; especially since your professional relationship had turned private and very sexual over the last few weeks. Knocking on his door you stand with a pile of finished paperwork to hand over, a cover for your fun, while your bag is thrown over your shoulder - more for show of a lunch meeting but it held various things you knew you’d need for ‘afterwards’.

He calls you in after a few moments and motions for you to lock the door. Henry buzzes his secretary that he was in an important lunch meeting and shouldn’t be disturbed; the tinny voice on the other end answers with an agreement and ends the conversation.

You hadn’t exactly been secretive but at the same time neither of you wanted to be the talking point of the company; Henry had been sure to not give you any special treatment - at least not in public.

The office Henry occupied was the top most floor of an elegant skyscraper; the view was stunning on a clear day like today when you could see miles. Just for that reason he had kept two of the large floor to ceiling windows completely clear of any curtains or blinds.

“Mr Cavill, my apologies for being late. I was…. Held up.” You smirk and place the file stack on his large and ornate desk, your bag sits on the chair opposite his.

“Oh? May I inquire as to why?” He raises an eyebrow and cocks his head.

“Well these vibrating panties you gifted me are extremely fun and I needed just a little time to myself to really enjoy them.”

“I hope you’re not spent?” He stands and places his hands in his pockets, pulling his trousers right across his crotch.

“Most certainly not.” You assure him. “Sadly the battery ran out before I could fully enjoy them.”

“Oh well, we can’t leave you unfinished can we? However I do need an oral presentation from you first… I remember you being very talented at them.”

You blush lightly and nod “I’m sure I can drum something up Mr Cavill. How would you like me?”

Henry walks over to his door and pulls across a long and dark blind to fully block out any view from the other side of the frosted glass.

“I would very much like you on your knees…”

You look at the carpet “you’ll owe me new stockings..” just a shadow of your inner brat showing through.

“There’s a new pair in my desk drawer.” He winks “already thought ahead because those are going to be ruined by the time I’m done with you.”

You shake your hair back and tie it up out the way with a simple hair elastic that lived on your wrist for times like this; there were more in your bag along with makeup and tissues - the boss liked to cum over your face and tits, he’s promised to cum over your ass too and while you had no issues with this; you couldn’t walk around the office like that. Wrong kind of office.

Henry walks to his desk and leans on the edge, feet planted firmly on the floor to steady himself. He watches you intently as you slip off your blazer and unbutton your blouse just enough to give him a glimpse of your cleavage. You had specifically picked the ivory and pink lace bra he had gifted you because of how it made you feel; sexy and powerful.

Slipping off your shoes and setting them beside the chair you bag rested on, you sink to your knees and look up under your lashes at your boss. He simply smirks and raises that damn eyebrow again; it’s a silent instruction for you to undo his trousers and get your oral presentation underway. Never one to really argue, you slowly unzip him and make sure your fingers brush over the bulge currently being held back. His hisses and quiet growls only push you to draw this out as long as possible; even when his trousers are open and down around his hips you palm him through his tight boxers and watch his head fall back.

Clearing his throat a little, Henry rolls his neck and looks down at you “fucking tease…”

You nod and slowly, painfully slowly, pull down his boxers to free his cock from their confines. He was already hard but you knew from experience he would get harder in your mouth; choking wasn’t something you enjoyed but gagging? Gagging on that cock was something you yearned and ached for.

Just like he has taught you, you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue over your teeth.

“Good girl…” his voice was low and sent shivers down your spine. The position you were now knelt in arches your back and presented a great view of your breasts to him; you shimmy your shoulders and pop a couple more buttons open before wrapping your hand around his cock and taking him into your mouth.

He moans and drops his head back, his knuckles going white as he grips the edge of the desk. He had told you exactly what he liked and had instructed you; since then you hadn’t needed instruction. Your head bobbed slowly as you hollow your cheeks; your tongue making sure your teeth never touch the sensitive skin. It takes little time for saliva to be running down your chin which only makes this all the more pleasurable for Henry. You moan quietly as you continue to take him, drawing his attention down to watch you again while the vibrations travel through him.

You had no intention of making him cum like this; you wanted him to have you, rough and ready, however he wanted to give it and that meant getting him as close as possible before pulling away. This wasn’t a tried and tested method. Yet. However you were desperate to find out exactly what would happen when you did.

Henry’s breathing speeds up and hitches as you keep working your mouth over him; your hand massages his balls firmly, making him hiss again.

“Good girl…. Just like that…” his voice is a little slurred and breathless as he watches you.

He was close but not close enough, breathing through your nose only you take him to the back of your throat and groan around him. He gasps and rocks his hips into you; a hand going to your hair but not pushing, just gripping. You groan again and look up, the fullness of your mouth making it hard to swallow or breathe without concentration, tears escape from your eyes and after only a few seconds your perfect makeup is ruined; streaking down your face.

He pants heavier and goes back to gripping the desk “fuck.. Jesus fuck..”

You felt his muscles tighten and twitch and just when you watched him inhale deeply ready to fill your mouth with his climax you pull away and look up at the disappointment, confused and frustrated expression on his face.

“Brat…!” He groans under his breath and leans down, grabbing your wrists and dragging you up to your feet.

You give a cheeky laugh and nod “uh huh…”

“This what you want?” He spins you to face the large window and undoes your skirt zip, pushing the material down your legs to the floor. “You wanted to get yours first?” He rakes his nails over your thighs and rips your tights in the process, proceeding to rip off the now dead vibrating panties at the shoddily sewn seams until you were naked from the waist down.

Henry wasted no time in bending you forward and spreading your legs, his hand running over you from behind “damn baby… you get that wet from sucking my cock?”

You moan at his fingers pushing into you and stretching you open in readiness for his cock.

“Answer me!” He snaps in your ear and reaches to undo your blouse fully, pulling the cups of your bra down under your breasts and pushing you against the cold window.

“Yes!” You lick your lips “gagging on your cock gets me so wet!”

Henry smirks and removes his fingers, replacing them with the length of his cock in a single smooth motion. You feel him slip into you with complete ease and fully stretch you. The first time he had fucked you, you thought he would rip you in two but instead you discovered just how much you loved him filling you and pushing deep.

You brace yourself on the window frame either side of you and push back to his hips “please…” you whisper.

“Please what?” He nips your neck lightly.

“Please fuck me.” You answer. “Fuck me hard.”

Henry growls low in your ear and snaps his hips into you, his hands holding your waist as he sets a deep and rough rhythm. You groan and push back to his rutting hips as best you could; this is exactly what you wanted. You looked out from the window and wondered if anyone else in the other skyscrapers could see you and whined at the thought of being seen.

Moving his hands down to your hips he pulls you onto his thrusts and moans louder “gonna have to re-so that oral presentation babygirl…. Very disappointed in the wrap up…”

You pant and re-steady yourself, unable to move to him and letting him instead do exactly what he wanted to you while you enjoyed his rough hands all over you, snaking around from your hips to your belly, up your ribs to your breasts and pinching your nipples enough to make you squeal in pleasure.

“Remind me to buy you nipple clamps…” he muses and massages your breasts.

You moan and lift your leg onto the low sill of the frame.

“You want it deeper?” Henry leans you up against his torso and lifts your leg over his forearm.

You chuckle at the make up marks on the window and turn your head to kiss Henry; even at this angle you were amazed how much of your mouth his tongue could explore.

Henry reaches down with his free hand and circles your swollen and sensitive clit quickly, his hips snapping up and into you relentlessly.

Moaning louder you lean your head back against him and reach up to pinch your own nipples “just there…” you pant and whine.

You hoped Henry wouldn’t take his revenge now for your oral presentation but the thought barely had time to fully fledge in your mind as you call out suddenly; you needn’t have worried, his cock hadn’t ever failed to make you climax and that wasn’t about to start now.

Collapsing back against Henry as your orgasm makes your legs weak you moan again when you feel him release inside you, your own juices mix with his seed and run down your thighs as he stands you down again.

He kisses over your neck and hums “damn good lunch meeting… you may wanna go clean up before you head out.”

“Good idea Mr Cavill… would you like to schedule another meeting before I do that?”

“How about we have a fun scenic drive home tonight? I can drop you off.”

“Sounds perfect…” you pick up your bag and take the replacement nylons from Henry’s drawer before heading to his bathroom.

~fin~

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Touch Me

Summary: -None-

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Female Reader

Status: Complete

Warning: Virgin Reader. Language. Fluff Mention Of Insecurities. Mention Of Masturbation. Public Sex. Fingering (Female Receiving). Oral (Female Receiving).

Chapters: One Shot

Criminal

Summary: -None-

Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader

Status: Complete

Warning: Dom! August. Language. Masturbation. Unprotected Sex. Body Fluids. After Care. Bondage. Smut. Blowjob. Fluff.

Chapters: One Shot

Hollywood Love Story

Summary: You're a Hollywood model and your boyfriend is the famous actor Henry Cavill. And that's a little bit of your life with him.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Female Reader (Alice Fox)

Status: Complete and Ongoing.

Warning: Fluff.

Chapters:

The Vacation → Chapter 1 • Chapter 2

How Did They Meet → Chapter 1

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Forbidden Witch

Summary:

Pairing: Charles Brandon x Female Reader (Cassandra of Boudicca)

Status: Incomplete. Ongoing.

Warning: Fantasy. Language. Forbidden Love.

Chapters:

Chapter 1 • Chapter 2 • Chapter 3 • Chapter 4

I'll Never Let You Go

Summary: -None-

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Female Reader

Warning: Angst. Language. Age Gap. Anxiety. Distance Relationship. Depression. Fluff. After Care.

Status: Complete

Chapters: One Shot

Safe And Happy

Summary: The world is a dangerous place now, but in the arms of the man she loves, she always find security.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Female Reader (Barbara)

Warning: Language. Fluff. Minor Injury. Zombie Apocalypse. Guns. Persecution.

Status: Complete

Chapters: One Shot

The Skirt And The Elevator

Summary: Captain Syverson has a very attractive visit, but the rebellious girl knows how to attract danger and the Captain's heart can hardly stand it.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (Angel)

Warning: Language. Angst? Some moments of tension but fluffy. Plot twist.

Status: Complete

Chapters: One Shot

[roamwithahungryheart]

A request for @omgkatinka - a drabble starring the one and only cuddly bear Walter Marshall

Prompt: Someone sends a text to a wrong number.

One wrong number.

Not just any number, either. You’d called what you thought was the main office of your apartment complex, but instead, as you looked down at the phone, you saw the three digits quite clearly – 911.

“Shit! Shit!” You paced, wondering whether to call back and apologize profusely.

As it turned out, you didn’t have much time to remedy the situation. Panicked, you threw the phone onto the sofa and tried to forget this had happened.

A harsh knock on the door came ten minutes later. When you answered the door, you were confronted by a tall, grumpy Officer Walter Marshall.

“Why am I not surprised?” He rolled his eyes and huffed. “Is there actually an emergency or did you miraculously misdial again?”

Your cheeks flushed. “Sorry. I swear, the office needs to change their number – I’m sure this must happen a lot.”

“It does. But the amount of times you’ve done it, I’m starting to think you might need help.” He sounded pissed, but there was a hint of a smile as he spoke.

“Sorry again, Officer Marshall.”

“I’ve let you off one too many times – I’m going to have to fine you.”

You cringed, waiting for the inevitable news of the dent you were about to put in your bank account. “How much?”

Walter uncrossed his arms, placing his hands on his hips as he considered his options. “How about the price of one drink?”

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[raewritesfiction]

Pleasure Island [Henry Cavill]

A/N: it’s 2.33am and I can’t sleep. Best time to write something. Sorry about editing; on on mobile.

Plot: Henry is a pleasure Dom. Reader has been bratting and talking big so he decides it’s time to punish them.

Pairing: Henry Cavill X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex. (Always use a condom people!) Forced orgasms.

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—

You lay panting and gasping but you knew you weren’t at breaking point yet… Henry growls and watches you intently as your body convulses again with another orgasm. Was this seven? Or maybe eight?

“You only have yourself to blame…” he smirks but keeps a close eye on you all the same. He liked watching you fall apart but didn’t want to push you too far; he knew your limits even when you didn’t.

—

You’d been a brat the entire day. Henry had specifically asked you to plan out what you’d like to do but you had stayed up late the previous night and forgotten all about it. When he had called because you hadn’t messaged, your phone had made you jump awake. Checking the clock and seeing it read 2.27pm you could only utter various curse words under your breath because you knew you’d fucked up. Instead of apologies and admitting your faults of staying up and watching two full seasons of a show you chose violence and decided being a brat would be best.

Henry had appeared after an hour, in which time you had showered and dressed but not eaten. He asked what you’d like but you couldn’t decide and instead grabbed biscuits and chocolate. Henry had pointed out you needed a balanced diet not just sugar and carbs. You had huffed and shrugged and eaten the entire packet in defiance. The look Henry had given you was more than a warning but still you continued with your choice of violence.

Would you like to go out? Play some games? Have you gotten your house work all done? Maybe a glass of water would help? To everything you shrugged and looked around and huffed at Henry. It wasn’t that you were purposefully not making a choice; you just genuinely couldn’t and wanted to have some fun with it. Because why not?

His eyes had narrowed as he watched you drag your feet and do your daily tasks with a little prodding from himself. Every time you huffed he counted and told you it was going to be the amount you came.

“Pfft…. Orgasms aren’t punishment. I can take it.” You had smirked and thrown all your washing in without sorting it into piles of whites, darks and colours.

“Don’t be so sure…. You’re at twelve right now… how many can you normally manage? One or two? Sure. Three? Maybe…. More than five…I think you’d be my jellyfish..” Henry laughed.

“I have a pussy but I’m not a pussy… I edged for two days. Remember?”

“Yes you did sweetpea and I’m very proud of you but orgasm punishment is a whole ‘nother ball game.”

“I can take it.” You answer again.

“I warn you to behave little one.” Henry raises an eyebrow.

“Make me!” You huff over and over.

“Okay…” he nods and stands from the sofa, “bedroom!”

You had giggled and spun on your heels but Henry had pinned you to the wall “safe words…traffic system as usual?”

You nodded and hummed.

“Words. Use them.”

“Yes. Green for go, amber for ease up, red for stop.” You speak softly and look into his eyes.

“Good girl. But…..?” His eyebrow raises.

“The point of having them isn’t to use them. They’re only there as a last resort.”

“Exactly.” Henry nods and then spins you.

—

Henry had started with fingers deep inside you, working you up all hot and heavy until you couldn’t take it anymore and you’d begged him to let you cum. Henry had reassured you that you need no permission; you can cum as much as you like and he even encouraged it.

After number three you had tried to push his hands away but he had reminded you that you weren’t done yet. You’d agreed and given him the okay to tie you to the bed and keep you in place.

For number four and five he had used his lips and tongue; he had expertly sucked and licked his way over and around your folds. Lapping at your juices from numbers one to three and then sucking on your swollen clit in pulses until you called out his name and pulled on the restraints while your legs shook.

Number six and seven had come (no pun intended) courtesy of his thick cock buried deep inside you. Henry’s hips had worked like pistons, rutting into you and stretching your wet pussy. His moans and grunts of primal pleasure were music to your ears and served to drive you to orgasm quickly to which he had groaned loudly as you tightened along his cock and continued to grind his hips into you. You had revealed a while back you loved feeling him deep inside you; deep enough that other women may find it uncomfortable or even painful but to you it was bliss. Henry leaned over you and gripped the headboard; driving his hips into you. They rolled and circled against your deepest area; barely pulling free before pushing back into you again. You panted and whined and then called out roughly as you came again around his cock; Henry moaned and gave short shallow thrusts before grunting through clenched teeth and filling you with his seed.

—

Seven. You were at seven and heading for number eight. While

Henry recouped his stamina with promises to give you your final orgasm with his cock, he picks up your favourite vibe - a small yet very powerful suction vibe - the first time you had used it you had almost blacked out, you definitely saw stars and when teaming it with your curved dildo you had squirted for the first time. And that was only on the second setting; it had six speeds and Henry promised to only use the final one.

“Want a drink before we continue baby?” He offers a glass with a straw. It was water and you scowled at him because he had finally got you to drink something other than coffee or soda. You nod and whisper a thank you, watching his face. “Still green..” you assure him.

Henry nods and holds up the vibe moving onto the bed between your spread eagle legs and finding the right setting before placing it over your still swollen clit. Your hips leave the bed on contact and he has to hold you down; your pants are quick and heavy and number eight takes you over swiftly. He rocks the suction vibe on you and pushes two fingers into your pussy, curling them against your front wall and thrusting them slowly. He licks his lips and moans upon feeling you tighten and flutter around his digits. You rock your hips the best you could and pant breathlessly “holy fuck!” Up until then you had only been making incoherent noise but it seems your brain had reset enough for you to find speech.

“Good girl…” Henry smiles and works his fingers and the vibe; his fingers slip into you just right and he finds the textured area he had been looking for.

You gasp deeply and arch your body, tilting your hips down onto his hand “There!! Fuck!! There!!”

He speeds up his fingers inside you and circles the vibe over your clit. Eight is sudden and almost without any warning; you soak his hand, the bed and blanket and you’re sure you’re going to crush his fingers inside you.

Number nine and ten are drawn out of you with that same suction vibe; circling and pulsing on you at the highest speed. Henry growls and watches you writhe on the bed under him.

“Just three more doll… that’s if you can take them.”

“Green…” you swallow thickly and moan.

“Are you absolutely sure?”

“Yes.. I’m sure.” You nod and smile at him. “Still want your cock in me again..”

“All in good time darling.”

Henry picks up your curved vibe and tests the battery to make sure it didn’t need replacing. Once he was satisfied it would do nicely he slips it into you and makes sure the curve is sat the right way before turning it on the lowest setting.

After your previous orgasms, using the highest settings immediately, Henry wanted to switch up the pace a little and gradually get you where he wanted you. He chuckled low when you whined and rocked your hips for friction “need more…”

“Impatient baby girl… all in good time.” He smiles and thrusts the vibe slowly inside you until he was happy you were whiney enough to which he turned it up and took great pleasure in watching you grind down onto the vibe. “You fucking your self baby?”

“Yes! Feels so good…deep!”

Henry smiles and kisses your inner thigh lightly, working the vibe at a steady rate because he knew it would drive you crazy.

“Speed up…please!”

“Me or the vibe?”

“Both!” You moan loudly and swallow audibly.

He nods “as you wish” turning up the motor to full and speeding up his movements into you. Your body had been waiting and number eleven took you both by surprise. As you came down, Henry slowed the vibe to a stop and slipped it out of you, picking up a plug and lube while you relaxed.

“How’re you feeling?” He keeps his voice quiet and relaxed.

“Holy fuck..!” You groan and move your legs when you feel the lubed plug against your ass. A gentle push and it slips inside you. “Fuck that feels good.”

“Good girl. Are you still okay?”

“Yes..” you nod and open your drowsy eyes to watch Henry who was jerking himself slowly.

“You like to watch?”

“You know I do, baby boy. That's why I like watching you shower.”

Henry grins and twists his hand with a gasp, shuffling to get closer to you. Until now he hasn’t teased any other part of your body but as he slips his cock along your pussy he leans down and sucks on your nipple.

“Untie me?” You ask quietly.

He nods and reaches up, freeing your wrists and helping you lower your arms down to your sides. You hum and roll your shoulders, hands gliding up his chest.

His hands go to your hips and he lifts you enough to slip his cock into you with ease. “So fucking hot and wet for me..”

You drop your head back onto the pillow and wrap your legs around his hips, holding him into you before he even starts moving. You both moan and once settled and buried in your pussy, Henry’s hands go to your breasts. His hips set a slower but steady pace; rolling into you relentlessly while his hands massage and knead your breasts, fingers and thumbs teasing your sensitive, taught nipples. Another secret you had told him was how much you loved the sting of your nipples being released after being pinched or clamped. He made sure to make you squeal when he pinched your nipples in turn, leaning down and sucking them until they were slightly bruised and knowing full well you’d feel them against your bra for a couple of days.

Twelve is like a flush throughout your body; starting at your core and flowing out along every nerve fibre. You scratch down Henry’s chest and mewl his name, tightening along his length in pulses. He growls low and leans himself up to fully watch yoi, taking the time to attach clamps to your nipples; they had small bells attached and Henry smirks, “I’m gonna make those bells jingle.”

You lick your lips and hold his forearms, the pinch of the clamps a perfect bliss, as Henry snaps his hips and your breasts move the clamps pinch a little more and pull. You hiss in a breath through your teeth and rock your hips to him, urging him to keep going. Once you are both comfortable Henry holds your hips and pulls you onto his thrusts; he makes sure to push deep into you with every thrust and rut of his hips, the sound of skin on skin is the perfect backdrop to your mingled moans and whispers, groans and whimpers. You pant heavily, throat hoarse from all the noise you had been making and the dry air in the room.

You felt thirteen creeping up on you. With every snap of his hips you felt the feeling bloom a little more. “Don’t stop!” Tightening your grip on his arms. “Faster!” You whine and twist your hips. “Harder! I won’t break…”

Henry knows you won’t break and speeds up, his hips working hard and fast pounding into you mercilessly. The bells on your nipple clamps jingle happily and as he feels you begin to tighten around him again he reaches up and tugs on the clamps lightly. You move your own hands and grip the pillow beneath your head, Henry grinds his hips and shuffles you up the bed until you hit head headboard.

You gasp deeply, eyes widening. Lucky number thirteen. It takes you over, sending you hot and dizzy. Just as you scream out Henry pulls off the clamps from your nipples and the sting adds to your heightened pleasure. Henry calls out roughly with his release as he once again fills you with his seed.

You both stay panting into the night, not moving for a few moments until Henry slips out of your pussy with a moan. You lay on your back, body trembling, unable to move yourself for the time being.

“Fffuuuuck…” you slur your words. You swallow thickly and realise if he had decided to stick to the huff count, sixteen total, how orgasms could be punishment. You ached in an unfamiliar way and when Henry reaches down between your legs you find yourself whimpering and curling up “No! No more! Point taken!”

He nods and moves his hand away “good girl…” carefully Henry moves you into his side and wraps his arms around you to pull you close, you’re already drifting off and you half wonder if you’re falling asleep or passing out into a cum coma.

[laketaj24]

#24. “Woah. Are we really gonna do this?” with geralt!

Break Me: Geralt

Author’s Note: Thanks for the request!  I haven’t written for Geralt in forever, but I started rewatching, so there might be a little more of him coming… I got some excellent requests for him!! Happy Reading. Taglist is here.

Pairing: Geralt x Reader

Warning: Mild Smut. Teaser

Masterlist

Geralt hadn’t looked at you the entire night, but you didn’t mind. Your side of the campfire was dimly lit and warm. He’d learned an enchantment from a mage and secured the campsite; the wall of magic wavered just to your right, occasionally glimmering in the flame. “Three drops of elf blood and three drops of water from the Milnoth Lake.” You dropped the essence into the small vial watching it turn green and the vial warm.

“What’re you doing?” Geralt’s voice was closer—his hand on your thigh and then seconds later on the small vial. “What is this?”

“A tonic, to make me stronger.” You snatched it back from him and shoved it down in your bag. “Mind your own, Geralt. I know how to take care of myself, and I don’t need your advice.”

“I didn’t offer you any.” Geralt retrieved it from your bag and tossed it into the flame. “You didn’t need it; you’re strong enough.”

“You’re rude.” You shoved him, but he didn’t move an inch. He just narrowed his eyes at you and took your slender wrist in his hand. “Let me go.”

“Calm yourself.” His amber eyes glared at you for a moment and then his hold on your wrist loosened. Geralt took the seat next to you and waved at the flame. “You don’t need a tonic.”

“Easy for you to say, you take a tonic every time you need more strength and tell them to hide in a corner. Well, I have been in the corner my entire life, and I find it demeaning that you never want my help.”

“Is this seriously your concern right now?”

“Goodnight, Geralt.”

“No, we should talk.” He pulled the covers from you as you tried to pull them over your body and sighed. “There are certain things that do not need your assistance. You’re human?”

“It sounds like you think I am weak and fragile; I am not.”

“I could break you.” Geralt threatened lightly.

“Please try,” You folded your arms across your chest and stared at him. The challenge was written all over your face, and he knew you well enough to know that you didn’t back down from a challenge. “Break me, witcher?”

Geralt’s eyes darkened, and within seconds he was on top of you. He pushed your body into the pile of furs you’d made as your bed. “Do you want me to break you?”

“I am not bothered by your short temper or heavyweight.” You smiled. “This is quite comfortable a place for me, Geralt. Are you comfortable?”

He didn’t answer, but the feel of his lips hitting yours answered you enough. He groaned as if he felt a release when you tugged on the white mess of hair and raked your fingers down his back. There were spots on a man that could make a warrior like Geralt fall apart. You knew them all.

“So, we are really doing this?”

Geralt breathed heavily over you. His body blanketed yours, and the one thing you wanted to happen was for him to strip you naked and do his worst. It had been months since he even made a move on you, and nowhere, he was totally inept and ready to take you. “Is that what you want?”

“It is better than fighting with you.” You grinned sneakily, wrapping your legs around his body. “Better than you breaking me.”

“Oh,” Geralt kissed you once more, parting your legs with his heavy thighs. His hand traveled up your legs, pushing up your dress and spreading the lips of your pussy. The midnight air hit before he slowly dipped his finger into you, curling it and eliciting a growl from you. The pressure was exquisite; your pussy grip0ped around his finger as if you wanted more.  “Y/N, fucking you is how I intend to break you.”

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[poledancingdinos]

Help me celebrate 500 beautiful followers by sending me a song

Requested by @zealoushound

Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader

Warnings: Dom tendencies, fingering, implied subsequent smut

August has you pinned with your back against the wall in one of the service corridors of the reception hall where your target is attending a banquet. Though the plan was to wait until the final speech, your cover required you to be present all evening.

“When will you learn, sweetheart?”

You answer August’s question with a wanton moan muffled by the hand clasped tightly over your mouth. His other hand is reaching under the skirt of your dress, two fingers thrusting into your soaking folds.

“I thought you would remember not to tease me while we’re working. The last time, you couldn’t sit for a week.”

A small gasp escapes your throat when August’s thumb finds your throbbing pearl. He continues his assault until you’re a whimpering mess, teetering right at the edge, but never quite getting what you need to fall over.

When he feels your walls begin to clench around his fingers, August pulls out of your cunt, immediately putting his fingers in his mouth, and licking them clean.

“Can you be quiet for me, sweetheart? I’m going to need both hands because I’m going to fuck you until your legs give out.”

You nod furiously, your eyes pleading with him to believe you. You resist the urge to scream when August sinks his cock in your core, wasting no time as he sets a punishing pace. Though he chastises you every time, you know full well that August relishes every opportunity to teach you a lesson.

[mrs-cavill-wife]

Forbidden Witch (1/?)

Pairing: Charles Brandon x Female Reader (Cassandra of Boudicca)

Warning: Fantasy. Language. Forbidden Love. Tell me if I miss something.

Author's Note: Here I go again writing inspired on a dream I had. I can say, besides "The Tudors", there's a little of "The Witcher" too because there's familiar monsters and characters. Most of the name of places on this fanfic is all my creation but some I searched on Google or asked help from my friends. Hope you guys enjoy it, reblog if you do and I'm all ears to feedback! My tag List this time is for my last followers, THANK YOU SO MUCH! Part 2 coming soon!!

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Riding under the moonlight, this is definitely one of the things that brings me peace. I love to run aimlessly with my horse, Atlas.

Was having a little party in the village, my village, the place where I was born. Boudicca. In fact, I spent more time at Aretuza, a school for witches, sorceress. I was "discovered" when I was about eight years old. My parents were simple traders, workers, but the income was never enough for the three of us.

I remember the day when I was playing with the pigs, few of which had not yet been sold and that woman appeared. Skinny, with a beautiful gray dress, perfectly neat hair, looked like a queen at the time. Tissaia. I saw her watch me for a long moment, before the question that would change my life.

"How much do you want for the girl?"

Yes. She wanted to buy me. I was in shock for the moment. She and my parents argued for a long time and I just wondered what would a rich woman want with a muddy little girl? A new servant, perhaps? No, she must surely have millions.

Today I know, Tissaia is tricky, smart, knows the words to use. Like a snake observing the prey, taking notes of the moves, the weakness and the best moment to the first attack. She had been watching me and my family. I had called her attention when she was passing through Boudicca, she saw a lot of potential in me, despite my young age, I would be her apprentice.

And so it was done. She made a deal with my parents. She would pay them a kind of penance, a new house, enough to live in safe and happy, but they would have to forget me. I could hate them but I know they didn't have much of a choice. I knew that they loved me and did it to save me, they had in mind that I would have a good life and become something bigger than any opportunity I would have there.

And technically, that's what happened. Aretuza was difficult, the other students were much older than me, more sure of themselves, some came from noble families. I was scared but over time I became determined. I became one of the best and youngest witches in Aretuza, Tissaia said that my power was pure chaos and more. I could destroy an entire kingdom if I wanted to. So good, Tissaia said that I could become a dean just like her, or maybe something like an assistant, she would love to have me by her side but it was never my will and unfortunately for her, I went down my own path when she had nothing more to teach me anymore. It was the first time that I saw a small hint of sadness in her strong image on the day I left.

She is the one who gave me the Atlas. She said it was an albino horse, rare, just like me. I hugged her. Tissaia of Vries is a tough woman, obviously she didn't return my action, but she watched me as I rode away. Until my image disappears from her field of vision.

It was a long journey but I returned to Boudicca. A few years had passed and unfortunately, when I arrived, the city lived in poverty and my parents.. had died of an illness. I blamed myself for a few days. I could have helped them but I couldn't have known they were succumbing.

I remember visiting our old house, or what was left of it. I felt something so strong inside me, I think it was the first time that I lost control, when I realized, my hands were red, bleeding from my nose and fire was mirrored. After that, with the help of the surrounding residents, I built a new home.

And since then, I decided to stay. I help people. With their illnesses, attacks by monsters, thieves, disappearances and every kind of problem you can imagine. I even once helped a poor gentleman who was "unable to fulfill his duty as a husband" with his young wife.

There is a bit of everything here and I venture to say, since I stayed things improved a lot, I was known, at least here. "The famous Cassandra of Boudicca, our savior".

My thoughts of my story went away, a noise in the water caught my attention. It was night, everything was dark, except for the moonlight. I left Atlas eating grass and went looking for the sound. I passed through a bush and saw. A little blonde boy. Swimming. All by himself. What a dumb idea.

I was determined to leave but something in the water caught my eye. A pair of eyes? Oh no. At least, six pair of eyes. Getting closer and closer to the little boy. FUCKING NEKKERS.

"BOY, GET OUT OF HERE"

My scream was enough to make the Boy look at me and stop. Of course, an opportunity for those monsters to attack, and so they did. FAT FUCKING SHIT.

I ran towards the boy, held out my hand and he grabbed it. I pulled him out of the lake and behind me, casting a spell towards the group of Nekkers. It was enough to push them away, but not enough to make them give up.

Now, I was the first option. They tried to attack me but they are nothing to me. I lures them out of the lake, with the boy behind me, and as soon as they are all on dry land, I cast a fire spell, turning them into a "beautiful" barbecue in a few seconds.

Seeing their dead bodies, I took a deep breath and looked at the boy, crossing my arms. He signed, it seemed like something part of his everyday because he knew what my first question would be and answered me.

"I know it is late and dangerous. I ran away. I was to swim a little and knew that my father would not let me. But don't worry, the royal guard must already be behind me, it's not the first time."

Dear lord, what's up with those kids those days?

"Do you know your way back home?"

He nodded and I huffed. I grabbed his hand walking on my way back to Atlas.

"Where are we going?"

I put him on my horse's back, climbing immediately afterwards and starting to ride.

"Back home, little troublemaker"

It wasn't a long journey, but that boy talked a lot. I learned that his name was Eric, son and heir to the kingdom of Aluma, his father was Alexander, and his mother, Queen Madeline. I also learned that he loves to escape. Poor parents.

[omgkatinka]

Breaking and Entering (5/?)

Hello lovelies! Tonight brings a rather short update, due to my brain refusing to properly work in the current heat and my internet router deciding to d*e. I hope you'll enjoy anyway.

Words: 1.394

Warnings: none, should you find something I missed, I'll gladly add it

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The short night really kicked your a*s the next morning. You were so grateful, that Marta from accounting had basically adopted you, whether you wanted it or not. One look at you and a short comment, stating “Darling, you look like sh*t” and she moved into action.

You had barely started your computer and were just about to scan through your inbox, when she barged in and placed a huge, steaming mug of coffee in front of you. Stammering out your thanks she just waved you off, telling you how she was assigned first responder on her floor and it was basically part of her duty. Telling you, she really wanted to try the new bistro around the corner for lunch and would in no way accept no as an answer, she grinned brightly and left you to your caffein fix.

Coffee made you function enough to sit through a staff meeting for the whole morning without falling asleep. Though there was no way you would focus on the managers of the different teams circle around the same topics they have been on about for weeks now. Instead your thoughts kept wandering back to the previous night. And Marshall, well Walter. You were still not able to wrap your head around how he had decided to come looking for you. The relief you felt when you recognised him. How it had felt to be wrapped in those strong arms. How good he smelled. And how flustered he got at your slightly inappropriate dessert tease. You had not even planned on that, it had just slipped. Something you would have done years ago intentionally. And that huge, soft sweater he gave you, that smelled like him – so good. You absolutely forgot about it, until you woke up this morning, still wearing it. You would need to give it back, though you did not feel ready to let it go. Smirking to yourself, that hence he was gone for the weekend, that might be a Sunday problem. You’d make the best of it for the time being. It took a moment for you to snap out of your thoughts, when everyone around you started to get up and leave. You would need to take a very close look at the meeting protocol on Monday before the follow up meeting.

After spending a very lovely lunch break with Marta and at that a surprising amount of laughter and easy talking, you aimed for an early end of your working day, some decent grocery shopping and maybe a stroll through your neighbourhood at daylight with your mobile and google maps to aid you.

Just about ready to leave, you quickly checked your phone to find four new messages by an unknown number.

Unknown: >I might need your help sooner than I thought!<

Unknown: >You still up to being my phone joker?<

Unknown: >She wants to go shopping <

Unknown:>This is Walter by the way<

Wow, what a boomer. But it’s cute. You try to picture him texting on that mobile phone of his, that seemed so small in his huge hands, when he saved your number last night. You almost lose yourself in that picture before you snap out of it. There is a task at hand: Save Walter! Well, saving him would probably mean sparing him a shopping trip and with the lack of sleep, your creativity will not go that far. You quickly type an answer:

You: >Hey Walter! I am having trouble picturing you in a mall and there are a few lovely street markets that you might enjoy. Unfortunately for you, those rarely appeal to teenagers. If you give me a minute, I might be able to come up with something. Sound like a plan? <

After saving his number in your contacts, you see three blinking dots appear. They keep blinking. And blinking. How much is he typing?

Walter: >OK<

Huh. Okay… You try to think about an option and surprisingly quick come up with a plan. There is a reason after all, companies pay a decent amount of money for your problem-solving skills.

You: >Propose going to the mall in Prudential Center – “The Pru” at the base of Prudential Tower. It is an average mall therefore provides the usual shops that should keep teenage girls happy. The building also provides a viewing deck on one of the upper floors with an amazing view over the city. Sound good? <

This time his answer is quick:

Walter: >Real good. You are my saviour. <

You: >Last time I checked it was the other way around. Have fun! <

When you settle into bed later that evening – wearing Walter’s sweater, purely for warmth of course – you cannot help but wonder, how your tip worked. You contemplate texting him about it, but not wanting to impose decide not to. Just when you are about to fall asleep, your phone buzzes on your nightstand.

Walter: > Really need to thank you on your tips. Mall and viewing platform were a hit. Trying harbour cruise tomorrow.<

You cannot help but smile and type back:

You: > No need to thank me at all. I owe you, considering last night. Also I loved Boston, so any day I get to go back to those memories, is a good day. <

You hit send to quickly, when you have another idea:

You: > Oh and make sure you won’t take a swim in Boston harbour during your cruise, they’re really loathing brits on these boats 😉 <

Again you see those dots appear, indicating he is typing. And typing.

Walter: > Haha. Will do. Goodnight darling. <

What did he just call you? Okay, you need to calm down, you are pretty sure British people are generous with the use of endearments… But Walter does not seem the type. Well, he did not seem the type for texting either. You take a few deep breaths in order to calm yourself down. After all you are the one lying in bed, wearing his sweater for comfort. It surely meant nothing. Did it? Your thoughts go back to the previous night, to the relief you felt when he came looking for you. Him holding you close, his hands on your face. You were much too tired last night to think about it in detail, but now you come to realise how soft, reassuring and safe he felt.

You: > Goodnight Walter <

The weekend passes in a blurr of lazing, reading, sleeping, cooking and baking. All that talk about desserts made you remember your grandma’s cookie recipe and you decided, that it was good enough to keep you not only occupied, but would make a nice distraction for your coworkers on the Monday afternoon meeting. Those activities get interrupted by either sneaking into Walters apartment to retrieve Jack and a few text messages of Walter. Especially your recommendation on lobster rolls has him shoot you four texts. Of course you do not have comparison to Walter texting before, but he seems so relaxed and happy, as far as one can tell about a number of texts about ‘bloody brilliant lobster rolls’ and having it made off the historical harbour cruise ship dry and sound. You even get a picture of the ship they went on and send one back, showing Jack hiding buried under a heap of socks in Walters drawer.

Reluctantly you wash and dry Walters sweater and place it on his coffee table with a box of the cookies you made, adding a post-it saying “Jack’s shares of rent” on Sunday afternoon.

Monday Morning you wake up to a text from Walter with a picture attached, that shows the box of cookies and you could have sworn there were far more in it when you left it. His text says:

Walter: > I reckoned pirates do not pay rent and learned Americans are partial to taxes. Am minded accepting regular fees in form of cookies, in dependency of the frequency you and Jack are willing to offer. <

Laughing you type back:

You: > I guess offering and frequency have going to be settled in negotiations. Name a time and place and we will be open for your suggestions <

It takes him until afternoon to answer and it’s short but effective.

Walter: > Dinner tomorrow? My place? <

[zealoushound]

Hi hi

As promised I was going to send you a request.

I was wondering if you write something inspired by a song from Halestorm

The song is called Break In.

Looking forward to read your creation 😊❤

Break In

Summary: August Walker unexpectedly meets his soulmate.

Pairing: August Walker x reader/unnamed ofc

Word Count: 2,327 (including lyrics)

Warnings: angst, major character death, blood, brief mentions of nudity, sex/oral sex (not graphic), violence, retaliation

A/N: Inspired by @mary-ann84’s request. I’m sure this didn’t go in the direction you thought it might but I got this idea stuck in my head and I just couldn’t shake it!

Also, I know nothing of the way the CIA works so all this was just floating about in my head, any likeness to anything that actually takes place in the CIA just came from old movies or something.

Disclaimer: Do not copy any part of my material to use as your own. Do not repost my work, or any portions of my work on any site and claim it as your own. Like all my other fics, this was written on my phone and not beta’d.

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Put your lighter in the air and lead me back home When it's all said and done I'll follow the echoes I hear you night after night calling out my name And I find myself running to meet you I didn't want to escape From the bricks that I lay down

“Welcome to the team.” I heard Erika Sloane saying to the newest group of agents. I joined in at the back of the room. It wasn’t required for us to be there, but I happened to be in the building this time, and it had been years since I’d actually seen them welcoming in new agents. Then I saw her. She was beautiful. Not like any of the other women that worked here. They couldn’t compare to her; she was breathtaking.

I wanted to meet her. I had to. We’d end up working together eventually, right? She was talking to her colleagues by the buffet table when I came up.

“Nice spread they went with today.” They'd held the ceremony early this time so someone was smart enough to elect the catered meal to be breakfast. She nodded politely, smiled. My heart flipped.

“The names Walker by the way,” Not that she’d asked. No one asks. Either they already know or they’re too busy to care.

“Walker? Like the Texas Ranger?” She smiled. God, I want to make her do that again.

“Uh... no.” I smiled back. No one had ever asked me that before. I was just surprised to get a response from her. “August Walker.”

“August? I like it. It definitely suits you.” She said as she looked me over, “Thank God you didn’t say Johnny cause I would have had to leave.”

You are the only one The only one that sees me Trusts me and believes me You are the only one The only one that knows me And in the dark you show me

How did you do it? How did you make me fall in love with you? Why did I let myself fall for you? Lying next to you, feeling your warmth as I watch you sleep, I can’t believe the situation I’ve let myself get into. Two months and I’m in love?

I groan softly, “What is it, Aug?” You shift your position slightly, pressing your naked chest closer to mine, sneaking your hand under my torso from the opposite side to pull me closer.

I’ve noticed you can never have me close enough when we’re alone. It’s strictly professional when we’re on a mission, but as soon as we come home you have your hands all over me. Maybe that’s how you did it. Some sort of magic? Sleight of hand? Voodoo? It doesn’t matter. You have me. All of me, and I don’t mind at all.

“Nothing, baby.” I gently press a kiss to the top of your head. Then I feel soft warm lips fluttering down my ribs, kissing over old scars. Each one with a story that you’ve asked about, or seen take place. Soft lips taking me places that only you can.

Yeah it's perfectly reckless Damn, you leave me defenseless So break in Break in

“I love you.” A confession that wasn’t supposed to leak out. Not here at least, maybe in the comfort of our home. I was just so damned excited. You were radiant.

“Oh really now, Walker?” We’d just completed another successful mission. Your face was ecstatic. Our teammates coming up to greet us, shake hands with the ones who brought in the bad guys. Only two more, and we’d finally be done.

I grinned at you, watching you intently, “Yeah, really.” We’d been dating for months, nearly a year, just no time felt good enough. We’d grown comfortable in love, we’d known it without saying it.

I wrapped my arms around you in front of everyone, you looked at me with shock, and happiness playing in your gaze. I’ve never been one for public displays of affection. The room fell silent, or I blocked out the noise, I’m not sure. Linda, the eldest comms lady on the team let out a little gasp of adoration as I brushed your hair back. “I love you. I’ve loved you since the day I met you.”

You wrapped your arms around my neck, holding the back of my neck. “I love you too, Walker.” You guided me, not so gently, to kiss you. The teeth playing at my bottom lip told me I was in for a treat later.

You let me fall apart without letting go Then you pick up the pieces and you make me whole I didn't want to escape From the bricks that I laid down

The next mission was almost a disaster. Three out of the six of us didn’t make it back. “We’re all prepared to die in this line of work. I just can’t get used to the idea that I may force you to come home without me one day.” You were on the balcony of the hotel we were staying in. Your hair gently moving in the breeze.

You looked like you’d seen better days. There were bruises covering your left thigh, you’d caught your right leg on a fence they’d cut running from the warehouse. You sucked your teeth applying alcohol to your wound. Your stomach was turning purple from where they’d hit you, trying to get information from you. Your lip was swollen and busted. The cut across your nose had stopped bleeding, and your eyes had dark circles forming underneath.

“I want you to retire.” I said softly, you looked up angrily.

“August.” You warned.

I kept on. “I want to have a family with you, I want to marry you. I would really hope you’d want to be alive for all that.” You laughed, and shook your head.

“We all gotta die, Walker. I’m not quitting. If I go, I go, but I wanna do it on my terms.” You had accepted the possible consequences long before I had. “How’d you feel if I told you, Hot Shot August Walker, to hang up the towel, hmm?” You had a point. “Now, marry me if you want, but I'm not quitting until I want to. Or you put a baby in me. Whichever comes first.”

“Oh is that a challenge?” I grinned at you.

“Obviously.” You came down from your perch, and with one finger to my shoulder, pushed me back onto the bed. “Also, the mustache?” I figured you’d hate it when I tried to grow it out, just seeing what it would look like. “Stays. That is as long as I get free mustache rides anytime I want?”

“Oh angel,” I was instantly hard, “you just say the word.” I helped her climb up, and into position.

You are the only one The only one that sees me Trusts me and believes me You are the only one The only one that knows me And in the dark you show me Yeah it's perfectly reckless Damn you leave me defenseless So break in

We got married as soon as her face had healed. She said her grandmother would never forgive her if she took wedding photos looking like that.

You were the most beautiful bride I’d ever seen. You’d found this simple little white dress in a vintage store on a mission once. You told me on our wedding night that you’d known you were going to marry me so you’d been keeping it till the time came.

I vowed to love you the rest of my life; to carry you through whatever life threw at us. I vowed to protect you.

I broke that promise.

It was supposed to be our last mission. We were going to take some time off. We were going to try, and start our family. We’d been married two years, you’d been asking me to give you a baby so what better time than after this mission?

We should have started before. If you were pregnant you wouldn’t be here. You wouldn’t be dying in my arms.

Why didn’t I give you what you wanted? Why didn’t I make you stay with me on this mission? These questions will haunt me as long as I live. Just like your voice begging me to stay.

And take everything I have Until there is nothing left Until it's just your voice in my head And when the lights come on You see me as I am You're still inside me

Our team of eight was broken down to two teams of four. You went left, I went right. We were supposed to cut them off in the middle. Take down the boss, and leave. It was an ambush. Someone had tipped them off that we were coming. The boss wasn’t even there.

I could hear the shots from the other side of the building. I could hear shouting. I tried so hard to listen for your voice. I wadded my way through the people shooting at us. I knew the layout of this building, and my team had taken the more dangerous route. I could hear my team being picked off behind me, but none of them mattered. Only you.

I made it through the last door as I heard a call go over the comms. “A Team is down.” A man's voice. No. I ran harder than I’d ever ran. You had to be ok. Wounded I can handle. She has to be ok.

He called out again “B Team, I need your status. Tell me you're alive at least.” I could tell the man was weak, probably dying, and I was going to radio back to tell him help was coming, but he came over again. “August... if you can hear this you need to come quickly. She’s been shot. It’s... it’s not good, August.”

I slid around the corner. The sound of my shoes echoing down the long hallway. There were bodies littering the floor. I called out your name. My broken voice echoing back to me. There was an eerie silence when the echo stopped. Then I heard you.

“Aug?” You weakly reached out for me. My heart pounded in my ears. No.

“No, no, no, no.” I clambered over bodies and weapons. Reaching you I assessed the situation. Years of training trying to kick in, but I couldn’t make sense of all the steps in my head. You were shot in the lower right quadrant. Apply pressure. I can’t stop the bleeding. It was profusely pouring out of you. There was a voice in my head, a nagging, consistent voice, ‘she’s not going to make it’. The fuck she isn’t. If I could just stop the bleeding.

You reached for me again, touching my face. “August. Sweetheart, look at me. You can stop, honey.” No I can’t. I promised you. “August.” You said as firmly as you could. I stopped. The bleeding didn’t. I looked into the only eyes I’ve ever loved. My chin shaking, trying my hardest not to cry, failing miserably. “Hold me, August. Please? Stay with me.”

I picked you up, and held you to me. Cradling your head against my chest. “August, I love you.”

“I love you. I’ll love you forever.” You blinked slowly. “Don’t leave me. Please. You can’t leave me.” I was begging.

“It’s ok, Aug. I’m ok. I love you.” Your breaths were becoming more, and more shallow. I leaned down to gently kiss your lips.

I whispered to you, “I love you”. The last coming out as a broken sob as I watched the light fade from your eyes. I looked to see no rise, and fall in your chest. Your hand slowly loosened its grip on my arm, slipping to the floor. “NO!” I called your name but you were gone.

You are the only one The only one that sees me Trusts me and believes me You are the only one The only one that knows me And in the dark you show me Yeah it's perfectly reckless Damn you leave me defenseless So break in Break in

I was the only one to survive that night. Only I don’t think I did. Something inside me changed. I’m different. I’m not the man you met, the guy you fell in love with. I’m cold. I’m dead inside. I’m nothing without you.

Sloane tried to pull me from the mission after your funeral. Saying this was too personal now. I wouldn’t be able to react rationally. “I’m going to find him, Sloane. With or without a team. With or without your permission. I’m going to kill him. I’m gonna make him suffer.”

She knew I’d find him before she could so she kept me on. She knew she shouldn’t have but she knew if anyone could find the bastard it would be the man seeking vengeance. The man with nothing else to live for. I would hunt for this man without stopping for as long as it took.

It took three years. I’d moved up in ranks. I’d become ruthless. The Hammer, Sloane began calling me. I only cared about one thing. Killing the man responsible for killing you. Then suddenly he slipped up. Someone spotted him in a faraway country. I was there before day break.

Finding him. Torturing him. Watching him slowly bleed to death. Killing him. Brought me no peace. I knew it wouldn’t. I needed to be cleansed. The world needed to be cleansed. There needs to be peace. I’ve suffered for so long, there should be peace now.

I’ll bring peace to the world. I can do that. They just have to suffer for a while before. A baptism by fire. Yes. Because there has never been peace without first a great suffering, the greater the suffering, the greater the peace. Yes.

Put your lighter in the air and lead me back home

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Three Nights (Unconditional sequel)

Night One

05/21/2021

Pairing: August Walker x fem!reader (3rd person)

Word Count: 1,457

Warnings: soft!August, fluff to smut (at least a bit), cockwarming

Summary: August has kept his promise to side with Hunt and his team against Lane. Now he is eager to check whether they kept their promise as well.

A/N: So here it is, the sequel to Unconditional so many of you requested. To prolong your enjoyment, I decided to split it up into three parts. We're starting out slow with the first one, but I promise there is much more to come.

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Neither of them had spoken a word since they had gotten into the car at the airport. But now, as Hunt slowly brought the black coupé to a stop in front of a lovely little house, August couldn’t hold back the question any longer that had been pressing on his mind ever since the moment the plane had left its point of departure.

“Is she here?”

He stared out into the darkness, trying to get a better look at his new home, but it was too dark to make out any details. There was a palm tree in the front yard, softly swaying in the breeze, and a small path that led up to the door, that was all he managed to identify in the pitch black. Not one of the windows was illuminated and there was also no other sign of life in the house. And the longer it took Hunt to answer, the more worried he became.

He was almost furious, lips pressed together in a tight line, when he pulled his eyes away from the house and looked over at his driver.

“Is. She. Here?” he repeated through gritted teeth. God, he wanted to punch that pint-sized son of a bitch so much, but just when his fist was starting to clench, Hunt nodded.

“Here are your keys and the code to deactivate the alarm system.”

There was nothing left to say, only the desire remaining inside of him to leave the car and finally begin his new life with her. But as usual he could count on Hunt to interfere with his plans.

“You know, you really should thank her on your knees, Walker. If it hadn’t been for her, I would have made it my personal duty to see that you received your just punishment. But I’m afraid a deal is a deal and you’re a free man now.”

Kneading the keys in his hand, a rush of triumph settled in the pit of his stomach. And with a jubilant smile on his lips, August stated, “Oh, the things you need to endure to save the world if you’re one of the good guys.” And with that he stepped out into the mild night air and waited until the car pulled away.

He inhaled deeply, taking in the salty air of the sea and the heavy scent of lavender as he made his way over to the front door. Smiling to himself, he remembered the last time he had smelled those fragrances and he couldn’t help but wonder if this place had been chosen incidentally or if she had somehow succeeded in persuading them to pick it.

Careful not to make a noise, he let himself in, first disabling the alarm she had actually set like a good girl and then enabling it again for the night. He didn’t know how often he had told her that she needed to stay safe and use the bloody alarm, but she never listened to him. She must be quite frightened if she decided to finally use it now. His heart clenched violently at the thought.

And so he didn’t waste another second before he made his way upstairs.

It wasn’t really hard to guess which room was the bedroom. Obviously, it lay behind the only closed door, for she couldn’t sleep when the door wasn’t neatly shut. Sneaking over, he quietly mouthed a profanity when one of the floorboards creaked violently under his foot. But as he finally pushed down the handle and stepped into the room, it seemed that she was still sound asleep.

She had chosen the right side of the bed for herself, facing away from the door - and from him. And so he rounded the bed, looking down at her sleeping form. Why did it have to be so impossibly dark tonight? He could hardly make out any of her beloved features that he had been looking forward to seeing again so much.

God, it seemed like an eternity since that morning in London. She had still been fast asleep when Hunt had come to get him, and he simply hadn’t found it in himself to wake her. It had broken his heart to leave without looking into her beautiful eyes one last time, and so he had at least allowed himself to caress her soft cheek once more.

And as he recalled the memory, he found his hand drifting towards her face now as well. Overwhelmed by the sensation of her warm skin underneath his fingertips, he needed to close his eyes for a second to contain himself.

“Did they treat you right, my queen?”

He knew that she couldn’t hear him and still he wanted to finally release the thought that had tormented him for so long. Of course he had been separated from her before, but never had he been forced to leave her in the hands of his enemies, not knowing if they would actually keep their word and protect her. A feeling he never wanted to experience again, and he would make sure of that.

Tenderly, he caressed her cheek one last time before he drew away. By the foot of the bed he discarded of his clothes in a hurry, leaving them where they landed. She would probably scold him for that in the morning, but he couldn’t care less. He needed to feel her, skin on skin, that was paramount now, nothing else.

And so he dove underneath the sheets, scooting closer towards her warm form carefully until his chest was firmly pressed against her back. Possessively, his arm snaked around her middle, pulling her just a little closer, while his nose dove into her hair to inhale her sweet scent.

“You know you’re lucky I can distinguish your footsteps from millions of others, my love. Otherwise I would have slit your throat the moment you set foot into this room.”

A deep chuckle rolled from his chest. “I should’ve known you were awake all along.” Her ferocity sent a bolt of lightning straight down to his groin, and there was no doubt that she would actually keep her word should anyone else ever try to invade her private space without permission.

“Now give me that knife, princess. You won’t need it tonight.”

With a soft groan she turned in his arms, and despite the darkness he could clearly see the shine of the metal blade in front of his face. A pleased smile on his lips, he took it from her and disposed of it on his night stand without taking his eyes off of her. If he had, however, he might have noticed the white plastic object she had left there for him, to find as soon as he got home.

But he didn’t, eager to be close to her. And so was she, wrapping herself around him as soon as he had settled in properly beside her again. With a hunger that hadn’t been fed for weeks, her lips found his and she felt herself melting into him as soon as she could taste him on her tongue. Eagerly her fingers dug into his silky skin, her nails marking him as hers as she pulled a heady grunt from his chest. The vibration shot right down into her core, causing a wave of heat that spread through her whole body.

“I can’t believe they didn’t tell me when you would arrive,” she gasped at his lips.

“Probably for safety reasons,” he hurried to give back before he engaged her lips in another searing kiss.

“I missed you so much, Augie.” Her forehead leaned against his as she caught her breath.

“I know, my sweet angel. I missed you, too.”

He didn’t know exactly what about his words had been so funny, but somehow they made her giggle sweetly.

“I can tell.”

And when he suddenly felt her hand around his hardening length, he understood.

“Let me take care of you.”

Her fingers had already started to move, pumping him just in the right pace and it would have been so easy to give in. But instead, he heard himself say, “No. It’s late, darling, and you need your sleep. But - “ he was quick to add before she would start to pout, “I appreciate the effort. So, how about I let you keep daddy’s cock warm until morning?”

His sinful words alone were enough to make her juices flow freely in anticipation of being filled by him the whole night through. And as he pulled her closer to adjust himself, sinking into her with an agonising slowness, his exact choice of words left her wondering if he had probably seen the positive pregnancy test on his night stand after all.

Part 2

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"Whatever you're going to ask, the answer is no!"

If there was one thing your best friend was good at, it was getting you into trouble. You could tell by the tone of her voice when you’d picked up the phone that she was planning something.

“Just hear me out.”

“I don’t have time to get into any crazy shit. I have Christmas shopping to do.”

“Come with me for the first night, and if you don’t wanna do it, then you don’t have to.”

With a resigned sigh, you bit the bullet. “Alright, what is it?”

“There’s a speed dating thing at a bar downtown and I want you to come with me.”

You rolled your eyes and slackened your hip, pressing your free palm against the kitchen island. “Didn’t you like, just break up with Scott?”

“Yeah, but he was an asshole, so I’m broadening my romantic horizons.”

“That’s one way to put it.”

“It’s like I always say, keep your mind, schedule and legs open.”

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