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cardierreh15 · 11 months

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When Love Finds a way

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Warnings 18+: Blood , Nudity (Yes, Naked Henry) , Death .

Pairings: Henry Cavill(Drake/Dracula) x Mia/Misty(Black!plus size female)

Description: Dracula & Misty run into one another at the local coffee shop. Could it be… destiny?

Song: No Sunshine by Bill Withers , lovely (instrumental) by Billie Eilish & Khalid .

Word count: 3.6K

(Anything in italics are lyrics. Anything Bold & italics are Dracula’s thoughts)

Two

Aint no sunshine when she's gone. It's not warm when she's away. Ain't no sunshine when she's gone; she's always gone too long, anytime, she goes away.

The thunder roared outside, rattling the skylights and window patio doors. The sound didn’t take him out of his trance though.

Drake had a wooden brush clenched between his teeth as his left hand fingered and teased the paint, and used his right hand to push strokes across the canvas with his brush.

He pulled the brush from between his teeth and dipped it in the white to emphasize the glare in the honey brown. He then stood up from the wooden stool, hovering over his work of art.

Drake was adorned with splattered and smeared paint. He had a chiseled, godly frame. Muscular back, broad shoulders, big arms, tight abdomen and chest that donned thick curly hairs. He himself looked like a masterpiece.

So detailed down to the tiny patterns in her beautiful hazel irises; were the eyes of his beloved, Mia.

The lightning from outside brightened up the room around them, revealing over more than a dozen portraits of Mia. Most of them consisted of her in the color yellow or pink.

Others were just her body parts. Her lips, her naked waist and hips, her naked back with her shoulders and untamed curls cascading down her back. His personal favorite, her fingers interlocking with his; differentiating the sizes of their palms.

‘My dear Mia. Oh you’d be disappointed with how I use my time.’ He chuckled aloud as he wiped his cheek with the back of his wrist, smearing paint against his cheekbone.

And then he found himself staring into the large lively eyes he’d created. Getting lost in them as if she were still physically here.

***

Only darkness everyday, ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone. This house just ain’t no home, anytime she goes away.

He walked as his nose flared; chin trembling as he held his deceased love in his arms tightly. Her blood stained his white blouse. What use to run and pump warmth and life into her, ran cold and endless. His hands, forearms and his cheeks were covered in it.

The scent of her used to bring him a joy like no other, and now, seeing her defiled like this. Knowing the reason why her precious soul was taken, it sickened him.

He walked until he stopped at the entrance of a village. Hesitantly, he looked down at her before looking back ahead of him. ‘Help! Someone help! Someone help please!’ He screamed, and begged. His eyes searched for anyone that could help; some folk came peeking out of their doors, but only a few had the guts to rush over towards the mysterious man. Drake dropped weakly to his knees, but he never let go of his love.

‘What’s happened?!’ One of the onlookers came running over, seemingly looking to help at first.

‘S-she’s been stabbed…’ Drake stuttered, still not able to make sense of what’s happening, he looked up at the stranger before him. He was a short, bald, heavy set older man; he had to be the leader around here.

He was startled by Drake’s bright red eyes and took a step back. “Devil!” The man cried frighteningly, his eyes wide as saucers, a sharp pain shot through the man's heart. He clutched his chest. Others started to murmur, the men in the town pushed their children and wives back into the house as they found pointed objects.

Drake sighed heavily, jaws clinched in agitation; he inhaled deeply trying his best to calm his rage. ‘Listen, I mean no harm, ok? My wife— they killed my wife. Burned down my home. Killed my stock and cattle. I just need… I need some help… just to clean my wife and get her buried…’

“Begawn demon!” One man shouted with a large pickaxe in his hands, another man stepped forward, a cold stare in his eyes.

“We’re good Christian you heathen, if that woman was with you, we’ll then she’s better off dead. Maybe God will forgive her.” The man shook his head, his fingers wrapped around his weapon tightly, these people were surely blinded by their belief in God to think they could take on someone of Drake’s nature. He couldn’t believe the words that just came from this imbecile’s crusty lips.

“Are you ‘too good Christian’ to help your own?! How dare you, hypocrites.” He hissed, bright crimson blood pooled at his eyes, and only a single tear fell down his pale skin. ‘She believed in your God!’ He exclaimed with so much venom behind the word, ‘The same God whose brought you nothing but pain, death, illness and sorrow! Yet, she still believed in him! Just like the rest of you! Was she not good?!’

The crowd grew quiet. Only the sounds of the night could be heard around he and the crowd that surrounded him defensively. Bullfrogs croaked, Crickets chirped and beetles flapped their heavy wings.

As soon as Drake felt he was about to lose hope and his cool, someone spoke up in the crowd, ‘And what do we get if we aid you?!’

He searched the crowd as a woman walked forward. She had black thick and curly hair, her skin was brown and rich like the Earth’s soil. She wore trousers and a slightly stretched out blouse. It appeared to be somewhat of an off duty knight. Her clothes weren’t as damaged and raggedy as everyone else’s.

‘I-‘ he pressed his lips together. ‘Whatever it is that you want. I have no use of any more of my riches… I don’t plan on living on without her.’ Drake looked down at Mia once more. He wasn’t sure how many more tears he could shed. But he wasn’t ready to stop either.

‘Hmph… you’d save me the time then… c’mon now then.’ The pretty woman turned on the toes of her boots and walked back through the crowd; shoving people out of the way. Get out my way! What you lookin’ at?!

Drake felt his slow beating heart stiffen almost in his chest. He was relieved that someone was willing to help. So he stood up to his feet, adjusting Mia in his arms.

***

Drake placed Mia’s lifeless body on the cot. He knew this was probably the last time he’d see her. So he stared at her for as long as he possibly could. He had to take in every feature, knowing that it would be his last

The woman folded her arms across her chest, her head falling to the side.

‘What happened?’

He sat there for a moment before blinking away and looking over at the woman behind him. He felt his chest twist, tears filled his eyes once again before he just let out a shuddered sigh. ‘The Church… found out my hide away. Th-they said she’d been followed. She’d come to see me in the morning. We’d spend the day together,’ he scoffed and swallowed his sticky saliva before continuing. ‘She was the only reason I ever became a morning person… I’d risk burning myself countless times just to be with her and th—‘ his voice was strained; drowned in own tears and despair.

And when Drake had enough strength to speak, darkness reflected in his words as if they looked into a mirror, ‘They took her. from. me!’

The woman watched in silence, studying the picture before her. ‘How long have you and her been—together?’ She asked.

‘A little over a year and a half… she was the reason why I never went back into hunting and killing,’ he looked back at her. His eyes were so sad and lifeless. It almost seem unreal, like sad painting. ‘Because of her, I cherished human life. I saw the potential in your lives. So I went without drinking human blood for that duration.’

Her eyebrows tugged into one, ‘If you weren’t drinking humans then what—‘

‘Animals… particularly moose. Boar. Sometimes bear— anything I could get my hands on really.’

‘M-my God…’ The woman was in disbelief! Could he have been that in love to completely risk his livelihood?

Everyone deserved to love, and perhaps if you are capable of loving, you’re capable of changing. She thought to herself.

‘And so they call…’ he scoffed, his head falling forward; shaking side to side.

‘I don’t think you’re the vampire they are after!’ Drake didn’t say anything, he didn’t much care. Instead, he just grabbed Mia’s hand and placed his cold lips against her cold flesh. He’d just hoped for a small sign of life from her. But he was disappointed once more when reality set in by the second.

The sound of her heeled boots quickly clicked across the wooden floor. ‘Look. I ain’t too keen with working with your kind,’ she said with a slight bitterness, ‘But if I were in your position… I’d do whatever it is that I needed to be done so that my partner gets the justice they deserve…’

Dracula looked up at her with wet eyes. He knew what her suggestion was.

‘That’s just me though…’ she threw up her hands In defense.

He stood to his feet slowly, his thick brows tugging into one,‘Are you suggesting—‘

‘THAT’S… just me now…’ she took a step closer to him, low enough for him to hear, ‘Do what you must. Besides, these folk could use some protectin’ roun’ here,’ She looked over at his wife for a second, ‘She shall be in tip top shape upon your return. And when you get back… we can perhaps discuss a partnership.’ She then stepped back and jerked her head towards the door. ‘Gone head nah. Before I change my mind!’

Dracula gave the woman a gentle nod before turning back to his love, ‘She’ll— she’ll take care of you— my love.’ He then placed his bloodied hand on top of hers.

His chin trembled as he stared at his wife’s corpse. Even in death, she was breathtaking.

‘I’m sorry… I’m so sorry Mia. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. I’m sorry I couldn’t give you what you wanted.’ He sniffed, wiping his tears before letting out a shaky sigh, ‘I love you… And I’m gonna make this right.’

Dracula pushed her hair behind her ear. ‘Until we meet again my love…’

He looked back over at the woman, darkness clouding his eyes, ‘How far is the Church’s village?’

‘On horseback? About a day’s ride… the sun could be quite dangerous for someone like you.’

Drake pressed his lips together, knowing what he’d have to do to get there faster. ‘Indeed… I must leave,’ he walked towards the wooden door.

‘I never caught your name. I-I want to thank you.’

The woman placed her hands on her widened hips and a smirk curled on her lips, ‘No need to thank me,’ she said raising her hand in protest, ‘Make it back alive and I’ll tell you everything.’

***

A loud thunder clap shook him out of his own head. A smirk curled on his lips slowly, ‘I know… I’m goin’, I’m goin’… I just wanted to take the time to admire you for a bit longer…’

A soft low thunder rumbled, causing his apartment to shake a little.

‘I miss you too…’ he sighed softly.

Shortly after, he gathered his brushes and carried them to the sink and washed them carefully. Afterwards, he set them on a towel to dry.

Before leaving his “showcase” room, he took one more good look at her, ‘Good Night Mia. I love you.’ And he shut the door behind him.

***

Drake stood beneath the hot shower; allowing the water to beat down on his head and the rest of his messy body. He loved these kinds of nights. Since his body didn’t generate it’s own sweat or neither did he get funky, he’d somehow subconsciously yet— perhaps on purpose, smear himself up in paint so he could shower. It was the only thing that reminded him of her. The warmth of her pretty brown skin and how she’d hold him close.

Otherwise, he truly had no other excuse to be in the shower.

Lifting his head up, he ran his fingers through his hair; pushing it back out of his face. He then reached over for his washcloth, and liquid soap. Once he lathered it up, he rubbed those smooth suds into his skin and scrubbed off whatever paint that was left on his body.

Afterwards, he sat in the shower until the water ran cold. He got out and got dressed in something modest and simple. It was still raining outside, and he would’ve hated for his suits to have gotten wet.

He’d dressed in a cotton light gray long sleeved shirt. It had 3 buttons at the chest. He left only one open. Then, he pulled on some briefs and some dark denim jeans and some brown boots.

Drake dried his thick black hair with a towel and then blow dried it. His locks fell wavy and soft against his head.

Once he was done getting dressed, he grabbed his sketchbook, his wallet and keys. Then, he left.

This was the only time Dracula really enjoyed the outdoors in the daytime. The sky had to be dark with clouds and/or pouring down raining. He could smell and feel how refreshed Mother Earth felt when it did. As if the rain was cleansing everything around him.

He also found it funny when unprepared humans would just cover their heads with newspapers or their hands trying to get to cover. Such clumsy creatures.

Closing down his umbrella, he walked inside of a coffee shop. The smell of freshly brewed coffee made love to his senses and caused a slight drool to pool in his mouth.

Coffee was Dracula’s guilty pleasure. Human food was disgusting. Anything processed, would taste as if he were biting into the metal or plastic that kept them fresh. Or, he’d taste the hormones and the particles. If he had to eat human food just to blend in, he’d simply throw it up later. But coffee, he liked his Americano. No sugar. No cream. Just— beans and hot water.

The baristas shouted, desynchronized “Heeey!” “Drake!” “Yooo!”

They were all very happy to see him. After all, it had been quite some time since he’d been down here.

A toothy grin curled on his lips as he placed his wet umbrella up against his booth and placed his book down on the table. ‘Shannon, Luis, Jang. How are all of you?’ Then he walked up to the counter.

‘We’re holding up… we’ve missed ya down here. We were starting to think you moved away or sumn!’ Jang said with a slight smirk.

‘Yeah! Shannon was starting to get sad!’ Laughed Luis.

‘Hey!’ Shannon laughed and smacked Luis on the arm, ‘You’re gonna get enough of telling my business! How are you, D?’

Dracula had been coming to the local coffee shop for about 10 years now. Way before his friend’s arrival. The owners, Lee and Jennifer, had always been kind to him and welcoming. Introducing him to their own families and friends. Having him over for dinner some nights.

Until one night they’d suffered greatly when half of the shop burned down. Drake had heard about this terrible incident and had written them an anonymous check for $40K for repairs. Til this day, the couple hadn’t had a single clue who’d gifted them with something so life changing. And it were to stay that way.

‘I thought I asked you to call me Drake?’ He smirked, pulling out his wallet.

‘I know. But I think D fits you best,’ the woman giggled, ‘The Usual today?’

‘Mmhmm,’ he nodded before placing the $20 bill in her hand. ‘Could you bring it to my booth?’

‘Sure. Anything for my—‘ Shannon paused for a second, getting lost in those bright crimson eyes. Sure she had a crush before, but it had only gotten extreme. ‘Main. Man.’ And a slow smile curled on her lips.

Dracula returned the smile and nodded once, ‘Thank you, Shan.’ And he turned away to walk to his booth.

As soon as he sat down, he opened up his book full of sketches. Some pages were of flowers, mountains and rivers, oceans and the sky. But others were of people he’d come across in his life. But mostly, Mia.

Strangely enough though, he didn’t feel like drawing her today. Technically.

He’d quickly got started on a face. Allowing just his hand and mind to come together; not really thinking.

‘One Americano.’ Shannon said softly with a smile, placing the large mug down on the porcelain dessert plate. ‘Thank you, Shannon. It smells delightful.’ He smiled looking up at her.

‘Anytime.’ She sighed softly before pulling her eyes away to look at his sketch. ‘What ya workin’ on?’

Dracula looked back down at the large sheet of paper. In just a minute’s time he’d already drawn and detailed an eye and a nose. ‘Nothing special just— sketching.’

‘Nice! You’re really talented!’ Shannon jumped when the bell chimed over the door.

He instantly went stiff at her scent. ‘Misty! Hi, welcome back!’ Shannon greeted her with a smile, ‘I have to get back to work. Have fun.’ She said, placing her dainty hand on his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Drake inhaled deeply, as her heart beat seem to thud louder and louder in his ears. The smell of flowers just kept tickling at his nose. It was intoxicating! He was drawing but he couldn’t focus! All that he could see embedded in his brain was her gorgeous smile, her big, thick curly hair, her hazel eyes.

This is probably the closest he’s ever been to drowning. All until,

‘Drake?’

‘Huh?’ He lifted his head quickly.

She was standing there with a sweet yet, puzzled look on her face. Oh she was to die for.

‘I didn’t know you came to this coffee shop!’

‘Misty! Hi! Oh, yeah—‘ he chuckled as his eyes roamed over her body once. The perfect frame. Voluptuous breasts, a tummy, wide hips and thick thighs. ‘I-I know the owners. Been coming here for a few years now.’

‘That’s cool! Hey, do you mind if I join you? I just have a few more minutes to kill before I have to head back to work.’

Of course I mind. You’re only the love of my life’s doppelgänger! I don’t even know what to say or do right now.

‘No, please!’ Lying bastard.

Misty sat down in front of him with a gentle smile on her lips. She watched him take a sip of his coffee first before he went back to sketching upon the white sheet. ‘You draw too? What are you working on?’ She asked before sipping out of her straw.

Drake swallowed his spit as he scribbled, ‘Just some random… portrait.’

‘Hmm! It’s pretty. You take commissions?’

‘Commissions?’ He asked a bit confused, ‘Like pay? No. I do this for fun.’

Misty smirked, adjusting herself in her seat before folding her arms on top of the wooden table, ‘So, if I asked you to do one for me… you’d do it?’

Dracula looked up at her, sizing her face before his eyes dropped to her neck, then her chest. Then, he looked back up into her eyes, ‘If you’d ask me…’

She just stared at him and he just stared at her. Misty finally looked away with a giggle, ‘I-I couldn’t ask that of you. Supplies are getting more and more expensive by the day and art takes time and patience. I couldn’t do that. I’d have to pay you—‘

‘I wouldn’t have it…’ he interrupted. ‘I have enough…’ he paused for a second, ‘I don’t mind.’

She raised a brow, sitting back into her seat. ‘You are stubborn… well at least let me take you out? What are you doing tomorrow afternoon?’ She asked with a smile.

He chuckled as he continued to sketch, ‘You’re asking a complete stranger out on a date? I could be a murderer.’

‘Yeah, you could be. But how would I know if I don’t try?’

You’re just like her… in so many ways.

Drake shook his head as his smirk remained on his face, ‘I work… I’m free after 7pm.’

‘Hmm.. alright. Well, do you have a phone? So I can plug my number in?’

A phone. Dracula was never the type to keep friends so he never thought getting a phone was a logical investment for him. ‘I don’t.’

‘No phone? In the 21st century? Well, I’d say you like to live your life on the edge! What if you were to ever be in danger?!’ She sounded concerned.

Danger? Ha, oh darling, I am the danger.

Drake chuckled and shrugged, ‘Then if it’s my time to go.. it’s my time to go. We didn’t—‘ he bit his tongue and stopped once again. He was getting way too comfortable. ‘I don’t need one.’

Misty took a sip of her ice coffee and shook her head, ‘Well, Mr. “I’m too righteous” for a phone. You should invest in one.’

‘Why?’

‘Cause how would I call you?’

Damn… she’s smooth.

Drake pressed his lips together. He swallowed his spit, feeling as if there was a UV light burning in the pit of his stomach. She had no idea of the chokehold she had on him at this moment. ‘I’ll think about it.’ He said before going back to his sketch.

‘Alright. Well, just,’ she stood up from her seat and picked up her drink, ‘Meet me back here tomorrow evening. 7:45pm.’

He looked up at her as a slow smile curled on his lips, ‘Sure.’

‘I gotta head back now. See you then.’ She said before walking towards the door.

‘Yeah,’ he said before she walked out of the door. ‘See ya.’

Turning back to his sketch before his, he hadn’t even realized he had already worked on her full lips.

‘Dammit.’ He’d cursed.

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marveldcmistress · 1 year

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Henry Cavill’s Characters’ Zodiac Signs

This is (in my opinion) the zodiac vibes I get from each Henry Cavill character. I am not an astrologist, this is just based off my observations of each sign and the energy I get from these characters. If there’s a character I missed or you wanted to see on this list, let me know!!!!

So it’s basically canon that Sy is a bull, and understandable. He gives HELLA Taurus energy. He’s strong, sturdy, a little cocky, but only because he can back up all the hype. He can be stubborn as all hell, which is to be expect from the bullheaded Taurus (my brother was born in May and the boy will never budge in a fight). Negotiations during deployments is hell for his fellow comrades. And just like the grounded earth sign it takes awhile for him to soften up, but when he does, he would do ANYTHING for those he cares about, and that passion can be overwhelming to some. He’s a hard worker, but when he’s not overseas he’s DEFINITELY take some leisure time to himself, he deserves to be lazy! And don’t get started on a Taurus’ appetite. Just like the bull, I see Sy as a grazing type, munching on little snacks throughout the day, but will not hesitate to tear it up at dinner time, and his desert ;)

August is a Scorpio. I feel like this doesn’t need an explanation, but I’m gonna give you one anyway. As a CIA Agent/Terrorist, the man can’t trust anyone. Ever. Just like how a Scorpio takes forever to trust, he makes sure to know every detail about anyone he encounters. Scorpios also shroud themselves in mystery and secrecy. He’s proved time and again in the movie that he would kill to keep his secret diabolical plan from getting out. And it’s also cannon on tumblr that he’s obsessive. God help you if a Scorpio catches a liking to you, cause once they do, you are theirs FOREVER, whether you like it or not. Oh, and don’t even THINK about trying to have the control around August, it’s just not gonna happen.

Charles is a Leo, through and through. Those who meet him think he’s arrogant, self-centered, and in those first couple seasons, they were right. He’s definitely full of himself, but we do get to see little peeks at the insecurity he feels deep down at being born lower class. Leos are very insecure, though they try to hide it (trust me, all of our confidence is fake, coming from a Leo herself), but the way his face falls when his title (or lack of) is brought up in the first season, not to mention in the later seasons when he starts to contemplate his own actions and morals after doing what he did on Henry’s orders. Now, I know what some might say, “but Tay, Leos are so loyal!” And they are! His infidelity to Margaret was born of his own ego and arrogance. But his loyalty to HENRY?? After all the bullshit he put Charles through? Only a Leo could have a heart so big as to still love and advise a friend who treated them so. And the way he lights up a room! Much like the sun, Leo’s ruling planet, Charles lit up court. He always looks good, outfits pristine and his hair always so perfectly groomed. I can go on forever, but Imma stop here.

Walter just ooooozes Virgo energy. Work-aholic, perfectionist, never relaxes. Sometimes a little blunt, but only because they don’t have time to sugarcoat shit. But also like the earth sign, he’s consistent. You can always trust he will do the right thing and be there at the right time. Can also smell bullshit from a mile away, which is a wonderful skill set for his job. I also feel like he’s really good at budgeting and money management.

Mikey is a Sagittarius, there’s no changing my mind. His wild and care-free personality really shines through in the movie. And just like Walter he’s blunt. “He’s dead Chelsea, time move on.” Only a Sagg has the audacity! And the entire movie all he is concerned with is having a good time and hooking up. In my limited interactions with Sagittarius men, that’s really all they cared about. I feel like if he wasn’t killed off in the movie, he could have definitely evolved into a more defined character.

Geralt just gives Capricorn energy. So focused on his work, and very stoic in his emotions. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel them, he just buries them, deep, deep, DEEP down. And just like Scorpio it takes ALOT for him to open up. But when he does, BOYYYY. Fuck with the people he loves. I’ve also never met a Cap that isn’t determined to do EVERYTHING on their own (my sister is the best example. Full time vet student on top of two full time jobs, constantly refusing help when offered). He’s definitely an over-thinker. He stays up at night thinking through every scenario and preparing for any situation. But he’s sturdy and strong and loyal, if a little abrupt and abrasive at times. Hates people and gets along so much better with animals, and again, I’ve never met a Capricorn who like human beings over dogs, or in his case, Roach.

Sherlock is an Aquarius. It just makes the most sense to me. Not good with emotions at all, and this is coming from experience of having an Aquarius mother and dating an Aquarius man for three months. He’s an intellectual, and individual, and values that individuality. Not to mention the job that is very outside of the social norms. Aquarians are uninterested in being like the rest, which is a perfect description for Sherlock. Also doesn’t miss a single detail, can pick up on the slightest change in energy. Most people see Aquarius as strange, almost alien-like, and Sherlock for sure stands out. He values his solitude and alone time. I feel like if he were to be in modern times, would hella ghost someone if he felt like they were getting to close and encroaching on his privacy.

Clark Kent. My sweet baby, my Kansas farm boy. He’s a Libra, absolutely. His sense of justice and constant battle for balance wouldn’t allow him to be anything else. His need to use his powers for good to save people shines just as bright as the sunlight he gets his strength from is sometimes overshadowed by his darker side of just finally snapping and becoming the GOD he knows he is. And have you ever seen a pissed off Libra? Those red eyes are not just for show. Momma Kent did a good job of raising our boy to be a good-hearted man, but that Kryptonian blood will not relent so easily. But he loves deeply and won’t hesitate to make decisions when it comes to those he loves. Making sure they are well and safe and happy is not something he has to make a pros and cons list for.

I know I’ve made a post saying I think Napoleon is a Leo, and I still kinda feel that way. But I can also see him being a Gemini. Now the big stereotype surrounding Geminis is that they’re two-faced. But in reality they’re a mirror. The energy you give them is the energy you are gonna receive. Being a spy, he has to learn to be a chameleon, he changes with every environment but can also blend in and be unseen. He’s only loyal to the CIA because he has to be, you can bet your lucky stars when those chains are gone he can flip the script on them in a heartbeat. But also like a typical Gemini he’s charming, knows exactly how attractive he is and uses that to his full advantage.

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rmtndew · 2 years

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The Beauty of Thorns

(A ‘Beauty and The Beast’ AU)

Part 1

Summary: Belle lives in a cursed village and those who live there are forbidden to leave. Every year a Drawing is held and a man is chosen to be a sacrifice for the Beast. It’s the only life Belle has ever known but as her friendship with August Walker begins to bloom, she realizes that the Beast can be cruel and that life is far from predictable.

Pairings: August Walker X Belle

Warnings: Mentions of blood, curses, sacrifices. It’s not gory but very in line with darker fairytales.

Word count: 4,200+

Part 2

A/N: This was inspired by a post @littlefreya shared several months back about the Beast and Gaston and a conversation ensuing from it. She encouraged me to try my hand at writing this AU, so thank you Freya! Also, this had started out following the Disney version a lot closer but I couldn’t quite get it going, so I had to pivot and I hope y’all like how it turned out. It’s a little different than my beloved cartoon but it felt like it needed another path.

I pulled at the collar of my dress, fiddling with it as it felt like it was constricting me, making it hard to breathe. Mother kept trying to get me to put my hands down and stop making a spectacle but I couldn’t help it. I understood why I had to wear that dress; it was plain and dark and somber. It was respectful, or at least as respectful as a piece of clothing can be, and what was taking place that evening was due all respect. It was time for our town’s annual Drawing.

As the door opened at the back of the town hall, I folded my hands in my lap, willing my irritation away as I watched the town elders - including Father - emerge first. Following them were the five men whose names were in the Drawing that year. I knew them all but couldn’t allow myself to feel any type of sorrow at seeing them there. Not until the last one emerged and I saw that it was August Walker.

He and I had never been particularly close. I feared he looked at me as some scrapy young girl who spent half her life with her nose in a book and the other half like a wildling up in trees or scuffling with the boys in the village. At least that’s what I was like when he returned from war. I’d grown since then into more of a woman than a savage child but I could never forget the day August had returned back to the town:

One of the boys had snatched my book from me and destroyed it. In a fit of rage, I tackled him into the mud, clawing and biting at him. August saw the commotion and intervened, pulling me off the boy with ease. He gave the boys a thorough tongue lashing before taking me home. Mother and Father were unhappy that I’d gotten into yet another fight but August took my side. The next day he returned with a new copy of the book that the boys had ruined. He’d made a point to look after me since then.

His name wasn’t supposed to be in the Drawing. It was Moses Young’s turn. But he’d become a father to a sweet girl three months earlier and lost his dear wife during the birth. It didn’t have to be announced but everyone could see why August had taken his place instead. My sister, Marybeth, gasped at the sight of him. I saw Mother take her hand, trying to calm her. Marybeth, like all of the other women in town, was in love with August in some small way. They all talked about how handsome he was, constantly fawning over him, but they never seemed to see beyond that.

The men stood with Father and the other elders. They looked scared or worried. But not August. Maybe he was scared, I knew I would be if I was up there, but he didn’t let it show. The elders took their places at the front of the hall and Elder Green, our town’s leader, went over the town’s history and why we had the Drawing.

During the founding, an elder turned away a beggar woman asking him for shelter. After his denial, a young woman came and asked the same request of him. Taken by her beauty, he invited her in. The next morning, the woman was gone, along with the elder’s only child - a son. The townspeople searched for the boy in the forest and found a house hidden in its depths. Inside was the beggar woman.

She told the elder that since he had been cruel, she had taken something precious from him. When the elder tried to approach, demanding for her to return his son, a great beast appeared beside her. She told the elder that because of his actions, his son was to be sacrificed to the Beast. To save him, the elder could offer himself up as a sacrifice instead. He refused. The beggar woman was furious that he would forsake his own child.

But a young man that was part of the search offered himself up in exchange for the boy. The beggar woman was touched by the young man’s willingness and took pity on him. She told him that for his bravery, he and the future generations of his family would be spared, while the others would be cursed.

The beggar woman, revealing herself to be an enchantress, cast a spell over the forest. It came alive, sending vines and thorns to ensnare the men, dragging them from the house back into the forest. The thorns drew blood and when it soaked into the forest floor, the enchantress told them that their lineage would be cursed along with them. No one of their bloodline would be able to enter the forest nor leave the town.

When the men were released from the thorns, they saw that the elder was gone and in his place was his son. The enchantress told them that to pay for their wickedness, they would have to give up a man each year as a sacrifice to the Beast. If one was not offered, the Beast would be sent into the town to take any man that belonged to the cursed bloodlines.

But the men forgot their promise to the enchantress and the following year, they offered no sacrifice. That night, the Beast ran wild through the town, taking five of the elders as payment for the broken treaty. From that day forward, the town repented and created the Drawing. Five men - representing the five elders that had been taken - were to be presented and one name was to be drawn. The chosen one would be offered up to the Beast as a sacrifice.

When Elder Green finished presenting the town’s history, the Drawing began. The names of the men had all been put into a box. Elder Green came forward and the entire room fell silent as he reached his hand into the box. I could hear Marybeth uttering prayers and knew she was hoping that August wouldn’t be chosen.

I held my breath as Elder Green pulled a paper from the box and unfolded it. His eyes studied the name for a moment before he announced, “George Burns, you have been chosen.”

The wailing that came from George’s mother sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t fathom that kind of anguish. I watched Father come forward, bringing the white cloth he was holding to George. Father unfolded it, revealing a single red rose, and held it out, presenting it to him. I could see George’s hesitation. He didn’t want to accept his fate and I didn’t blame him one whit. He visibly began to shake and turn pale. But finally, he stretched out his hand and pricked his finger on a thorn, drawing blood. Once the blood was drawn, the sacrifice was set. There was no going back.

The next day, Mother called me down to the kitchen.

“Belle, I need you to deliver this,” she said, handing me a basket. It held bread and cheese, a cake and a bottle of wine. I knew it was for one of the men who had participated in the Drawing the evening before and hadn’t been chosen. Though a small gift, the Elders tried to show their gratitude to the men who had been a part of it.

“Who am I delivering it to?” I asked.

“August Walker.”

I did as Mother asked and took the basket down to August’s house. When I arrived, I raised my hand to knock at the door but before I could, he pulled it open. I was startled and took a step back. August was a big man, looming over me in the doorway.

“To what do I owe this pleasure, Belle?” he asked.

I held out the basket. “Father and Mother wanted to give this to you as a thank you for your participation last night.”

He looked down at the basket but didn’t take it. Instead, he glanced back at me and gave me something bordering a smile. “Why don’t you come in and share it with me?”

I shook my head. “I couldn’t…”

“Why not?”

Truly, looking at him I couldn’t think of a reason why I couldn’t. Marybeth was in love with him but so was every other woman in the town. But I had no feelings towards August and I knew he had no romantic intentions towards me so what would it hurt to keep him company? Especially with someone who had volunteered to be in the Drawing as he had so bravely done.

“Perhaps I could stay for a little bit,” I conceded.

He smiled then and stepped back, inviting me into his home. He led me to his kitchen before taking the basket from me, then pulled out a chair for me to sit on. He took the cake and wine and placed them both on the table, putting the rest of the basket aside. I watched as he took the bottle and brought it to his mouth, ripping the cork free with his teeth. The bottle made a loud ‘whomp’ sound as he did. I couldn’t rightly say why such an action made my pulse race but it did, though I tried not to let it show. August took two glasses from his cabinet and poured the wine, offering me a glass first.

“I’ve never had wine so early,” I said. “Mother makes us wait until dinner and even then, she’s not too keen on Marybeth and I indulging in it too often.”

“If war taught me nothing else it’s that you should never wait to indulge in what you want. You don’t know when your last breath will be so putting your desires on hold may mean that you never get to experience them,” he said. “So if I want cake and wine during the day, I’ll have it.”

I took my glass and ran my finger over the W that was etched into the stem of it. “May I ask you a question?”

“You just have.” He gave me a slight smirk but nodded his head at me. “You may ask another.”

“Why…why did you go to war? You’re one of the few Uncursed in town, you could have left here and gone anywhere. But you chose to fight in a war and then return once it was over. Why?”

“I joined the war because I didn’t mind fighting and I wanted to see the world. But I stayed because I realized the best way to learn how people truly think is to see them get scared. Then it’s like skinning them of all their egos, pulling it away from their insides, and you’re left with the true guts of who they are,” he said, grabbing a knife. “I thought by leaving I was getting away from the Beast but it turns out that I was only trading one for a legion of them.” He looked at me. “War makes beasts of all men. Some more violent than others but beasts all the same. And so if I was going to live with beasts, I’d rather do it here. That’s why I returned.”

“Did it make a beast of you?” I asked quietly.

“What do you think? Do you see a beast when you look at me?”

“No, sir.”

“Sir?” he asked with a smirk.

“Um…no, Captain Walker.”

He chuckled. “You don’t have to call me ‘captain’ Belle. Or ‘sir’. August is fine.”

“The Bardot triplets call you Captain.”

He took two plates from his cabinet and brought them to the table. “They also call you feral, do they not?” he asked. “So perhaps they’re not the best when it comes to titles.”

“Or perhaps they’re more right than others,” I said. “You are a captain, correct?”

“I was, yes. But I was barely a man when I gained that position and the things I did to earn it aren’t things you talk about to women.” He sat at the table next to me. “And you’re not feral, do you hear me? They’re just cruel.”

“They are but that doesn’t mean that they’re wrong,” I said. “I’m not like them. I don’t know how to be soft. I want to be and I try but…Marybeth, she’s the soft one. She has such a tender heart and the talent for delicacy. If you’ve ever seen our needlework from our younger years beside one another you’d be able to tell plainly. She could - and still can - make the most amazingly beautiful works. Even her back stitches were neat. But me?” I shook my head. “It was as if a blind dog did it.”

He laughed slightly. “It couldn’t have been that bad.”

“It was. Mother eventually stopped encouraging me because she realized it wasn’t from a lack of trying, it was just that I didn’t have the same talent as Marybeth,” I said. “She and I…we’re like roses. We’ve grown in the same environment, we’ve been cared for in the exact same way, and yet she’s this beautiful, delicate, flower and I…I’m the thorns that grow on the stem beneath it.”

“Anyone can come and pluck a rose. But to handle thorns, someone has to be careful and gentle with how they approach them,” he said. “You deserve someone who will be gentle with you.”

I felt my cheeks warm. I hadn’t expected that response and wasn’t sure what to say to him. “I…I should go,” I said quietly as I stood.

August reached out and grabbed my hand, stopping me. “Stay. You haven’t touched your wine yet.”

“I think it might be too early for me to drink it.”

“So have cake.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Then stay with me.”

I could hear my own uneven breathing. “I’m not much company. You’ll bore of me easily, I assure you.”

“Impossible.” He pushed my chair towards me with his foot without ever letting go of my hand. “Sit. Please.” Though he added ‘please’ there was no request; it was an order. So I sat back down. His eyes felt like they were boring into me and my face flushed warmer. “What do you think of me, Belle?”

“What do I think of you?” I repeated. He nodded. “I think you’re incredibly courageous. And smart. And I think you stand up for what you believe is right, even if others don’t agree with you.”

“You don’t think I’m handsome?”

“Of course I do,” I admitted, my ears burning hot. “But you don’t have a say in that. You were born that way. I think what matters most are the things we choose to be. Don’t you?”

“You’re the only woman in town who speaks directly to me without caring about how I look or that I’m Uncursed.”

“And you’re one of the only people in town who treats me like a lady. Everyone else sees my scraped knees and leaves in my hair and mocks me for having my nose in a book, but you don’t,” I said. “The day after you returned from war, when you gave me a new copy of the book those boys ruined, you told me that you understood why I read so much. That because I’m stuck here, I have to find a way to escape and books…they gave me that. It’s harder to escape in them now that I’m older but it’s the only way I’ll ever experience something new. Maybe it just causes myself heartache to dwell on those things but I want so much more than the life I have and there’s nothing I can do about it. Everyone here should understand, they’re just as trapped as I am, but they don’t. You have left this town and have seen things I’m sure I could never imagine and yet you’re the only one who understands me.”

“I may be an Uncursed but I know what it’s like to long for something you can’t have,” he said.

Several hours had passed when there was a knock on August’s door. He answered it and I was surprised to see Marybeth. Mother was worried that I hadn’t returned and had sent her after me to make sure I was okay. August had been telling me about the places he’d been and seen and I wanted to hear more. But he was a gentleman and didn’t want any rumors starting, so he offered to walk Marybeth and me home, quietly telling me that I was free to come back anytime I wanted to hear more.

Once we got home, he thanked me for the basket I’d delivered earlier and bid me goodbye, but Marybeth wouldn’t let him leave. She said she wanted some fresh air and asked if he’d join her for a walk. He agreed and asked if I wanted to come along. Marybeth shot me a look that would’ve killed me if possible and I politely declined. Instead, I went upstairs to my bedroom and wrote down everything I could remember from August’s stories of the outside world into my diary. I’d lived surrounded by the forest my entire life but I’d never been able to venture into it, so hearing about trees that were over two hundred feet tall and wider than a house seemed impossible. Or mountains that dotted the skyline. Or the ocean. August had made me close my eyes when he talked about the ocean, telling me how everything looked, and felt, and sounded. I ached to be there but I knew it would never be.

I was at my desk still writing when Marybeth returned. As she entered our shared room, I looked at her with the intent to tease her about her walk with August but before I could open my mouth, she burst into tears.

“What happened?” I asked.

“He doesn’t love me!” she wailed.

“What?”

She went and flung herself onto her bed beside me. “He doesn’t love me!”

“How do you know that?”

“Because…because he told me!”

“Why would he tell you that without prompt?”

“He - he didn’t.” She hiccupped. “We were walking and I - I couldn’t stop myself. I had to tell him how I cared for him and that I was madly in love and that I knew I would never love another the way I did him and he…he told me…”

She was sobbing but my curiosity was getting the best of me. “He told you what?”

“That he loves someone else!” she squalled.

“Who?”

“I don’t know. All he said was that she didn’t want to court him.”

I sighed. There wasn’t a single woman in our entire village - save for myself - that didn’t want to court August Walker. It was clear to me that he didn’t share Marybeth’s feelings and attempted to spare her some humiliation of turning her down plainly by telling her that he had feelings for someone who didn’t return them. Though it wounded me to see my sister so upset, I could appreciate August’s forethought to at least attempt to curb her pain. Unfortunately it didn’t work. She cried herself to sleep that night and the next three nights.

Marybeth did her best to avoid August for the next week but it was near impossible to do so when an emergency town meeting was called the following Sunday. We took our seats as Father joined the other elders at the front of the hall. Marybeth was looking behind us when she tapped me.

“August is coming. Switch places with me,” she whispered urgently.

“What?” I asked.

“I can’t bear to sit next to him. Please.”

Mother wasn’t happy as Marybeth and I swapped places and she sat on the other side of Mother beside Mrs. DeWitt, whom she suddenly found the need to strike up a conversation with. I’d just settled down into my seat when August came and sat beside me. He glanced down at Marybeth before looking over at me.

“She’s still angry?” he asked quietly.

“She was never angry. She’s hurt,” I whispered back.

“It wasn’t my intention to hurt her.”

“I know.” I looked up at him. “Thank you for trying to spare her feelings.”

His brow creased. “It didn’t seem to work.”

“She’ll recover. The thing about Marybeth is that she loves deeply and fiercely. She can’t burn out. But her fire will light up with someone new.”

“She deserves someone whose love burns just as fiercely as hers.”

“Yes, she does.”

Once the hall was full, Elder Green stepped forward and the meeting began. “An incident has occurred in the forest,” he said. “I won’t call out any names as they have already been severely punished but last night a group of boys decided to test their bravery by venturing into the forest to see who could remain there the longest.”

Murmurs broke out amongst all of the members of the town. Elder Green held up his hands, a request for complete silence, but it took a moment for the crowd to quiet. “As we well know, the Beast of the forest has forbidden all from entering there unless they are to present a sacrifice to him and this incident was not done in reverence. He has required an additional sacrifice be brought to him. If we do not provide one, he will breach our borders and come into the village to take who he pleases.”

“This isn’t fair!” Mr. Parker called out. “We all have to participate in the Drawing. I put my name in to make sure that my family is safe. But this was not our fault. Are my children to suffer if my name is drawn and I must go as a sacrifice simply because some foolish boys decided to play games with the Beast?”

The murmurs grew louder as more men agreed. Elder Green struggled to regain control of the floor. Finally, Father stood and held up his hand. “Silence!” he ordered. He waited as the room quietened down. “I understand your fears and concerns. We all do. I myself am a father and I understand the fear of leaving your children behind simply because your name is drawn. However, this is not a Drawing. No one is required to put their name forth to be chosen.”

“Then who will be the sacrifice?” a man yelled.

“We will require a volunteer,” Father answered.

The hall broke into louder voices as people expressed their outrage.

“Who would volunteer for something like this?” I whispered to August. “It’s sure death.”

“Sure death to one to protect an entire town.”

“Including the woman you love?”

He looked at me. “Yes. Including her.” He looked back to Father and after a moment stood. “I’ll go,” he announced loudly.

“No!” Marybeth shouted. “Father, no, he doesn’t mean it.”

He looked at Marybeth. “I do mean it.”

“August Walker, are you fully aware of what you’re volunteering for?” Father asked.

August looked at me and I shook my head. “Why must you be so stupidly brave?” I hissed.

“Love makes people brave,” he said to me before stepping out into the aisle. “Yes, I understand what I am volunteering for.”

“Then please proclaim it.”

He took a breath and stood straight, his hands folded behind his back. I saw then the man who had once been a Captain. “The Beast has required a sacrifice to make amends for the disrespect that was shown by the boys who breached our town’s borders as a game. I am volunteering to be the sacrifice so that our town may live in peace and safety until the next Drawing.”

Marybeth began sobbing and Mother pulled her close. I could see the sound affecting August but he stayed focused straight ahead. I wanted to stop him but what could I do? If it wasn’t him, it would be another.

“So be it,” Father said, sadness bleeding into his voice. “Captain August Walker, you left this town and fought bravely and valiantly as a soldier and led your men as a captain. When the war ended, you chose to return to this town and provided safety and security for those of us who cannot leave these walls. Though you leave behind no wife or children, your legacy will be your unwavering bravery and your willingness to give up your own life to save the lives of others. Your sacrifice will not be in vain. It will be remembered. It will be taught to future generations. You will live on so long as we do.”

“Come forward,” Elder Green said.

August’s eyes flicked over to me for a second, then he looked straight ahead once more and began walking towards the front of the hall. Once he reached the Elders, they all stood and came forward, meeting him. Elder Green held up the white cloth and unfolded it, revealing a single red rose. He held it out and presented it to August. August picked the rose up by the stem and wrapped his hand around it, squeezing it tightly. When he released it, he opened his hand and held up his palm for everyone to see. Bright red blood was smudged across it. Marybeth’s cries became loud sobs then. There was no turning back. Blood was spilt. August was the sacrifice.

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anadelaney79 · 2 years

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Nothing more, nothing less (Part 1)

Summary: You are a perfectionist workoholic that works for August Walker, a stubborn non-conformist who's always pushing your buttons. That's a bad combination.

Pairing: August Walker x Reader

Words: 1200

Warnings: None, as this first part. Pure tension!

A/N: As usual, I'm really sorry about all the spelling mistakes, as english is not my main language.

Title: Nothing more, nothing less. Part 2

He's silent. He's reading something on his computer and typing like a maniac at the same time. He's obviusly mad, but you can't remember when was the last time he wasn't mad anyway. He called you to his office five minutes ago, and you're standing in front of his desk since then, still and quiet, clutching your Ipad and the folder with the report he asked you for yesterday. You can hear your own breathing, in and out, and you are very aware of the tremor in your hands.

That's what August Walker do to you. Not only he intimidates you in the most profounds ways, but he makes you an insecure and fearful being. Something that you are not to the rest of the world. To everyone, you are the clever, intelligent, funny, always ready to help and to give an advice kind of girl.

However, in front of August, your boss, you always feel at a disadvantage. Your work has been always perfect, even beyond the count. If he asks you to do A, you take care of doing A, B and even C. But, for him, something is always wrong. Something is always missing. Nothing is enough. That's a bad combination right there: a perfectionist workoholic and a stubborn non-conformist.

Sometimes you wonder why do you even are still working for him. He is not only stubborn, but also moody and even disrespectful. Have he ever told you something good about your work? You don't remember.

"Miss? Are you listening?", his deep voice brings you back to reality.

"Yes sir", your voice is low. You clear your throat, and your eyes lock on his. He is definitely the most intimidating man you have ever known. And the most handsome. And you hate when he calls you "miss", like you two have just met. Two years working for him every day, every hour, and he still calls you "miss". Two years. Very meritorious, considering the previous assistants were there for a few weeks.

"Give me that", he moves his fingers, pointing at the folder you've been holding against your chest. "I asume it is the report I asked for yesterday".

"Yes. Yes it is, sir". You step forward and handle the folder to him. He looks at you briefly up and down and starts to read it. You take the opportunity to look at him. He's so attractive that it's ridiculous. But you also can't stand him. The way he treats you, the way he despises everything you do, the way he ignores you. You worked on this damn report all night, and you only have a couple of hours of sleep. You feel tired, sensitive and irritable. But you trust that you did a good job. You take a deep breath and straighten your posture. You can do it. You've got this.

"¿Do you even know how to reason by yourself?", he finally says, tossing the folder onto the desk without even finishing the first page.

"What... do you mean... sir?"

"This is written as if I did it".

"And is that... wrong?" You are confused.

"In fact, it is." He looks at his computer monitor again, as if everything is already solved.

"May I know why, sir?", you start to tremble. You clench your hands into two tight fists, trying to contain the anger that swirls in your stomach, and the tears that threaten to spring from your eyes. You never cried in front of him. Never. You have cried yourself to sleep, many times. But he never saw you weak, and you don't want this to be the first time.

"Why? Are you serious? This is bullshit, and you know it. Go back to that desk and do it all over again. And this time, think before typing".

"Bullshit? Let me tell you that I find it highly disrespectful of you. I've been working on this report all night..."

"Then don't waste your time, or mine, and do it right the next one", he interrupts you. "I need it tomorrow morning"

That's it. You feel that you can't hold it back anymore. Your eyes fill with tears that you can't contain.

"You are an asshole!", you let out a frustrated cry through your teeth.

"Tell me something I don't know, sweetheart" he answers, still not looking at you.

"I'm not your sweetheart!"

"I am well aware of that."

"I've been working my butt off day in and day out for two years trying to fill your requests, to measure up. It's never enough for you", you wipe the tears from your cheeks, and just then August raises his eyes. "You don't even know what it is like to work for you."

"I know what is like. But there is something that you don't understand yet. I need you to work with me, not for me."

"I understand that"

"No, you don't" He gets up from his chair and walks slowly towards you, putting his hands in his pockets. Unconsciously you take a few steps back, until you feel the wall at your back. He only stops when it is a few inches from your body.

"If I wanted a simple secretary, I would have hired the first blonde with eternal legs that appeared to me in the interview. I chosed you because I don't need a secretary that brings me coffee and repeat my appointments like a fucking parrot. I need someone who thinks for himself. Someone smart. Tireless worker. Someone that completes me."

"I didn't know that..."

"Maybe because I didn't say it", he raises his arm and wipes away a tear that slowly slides down your cheek with his thumb. "Maybe I should be a little more communicative, I admit that".

You try to calm yourself. "I'm so sorry for this behavior, sir." you compose yourself and stand up straight, still against the wall.

"To be honest, I prefer when you call me asshole than when you call me sir". And there it is. His smile. You don't think you remember ever seeing him smile. You break the eye contact, and look down at your shoes. Your body is a mixture of the adrenaline from what just happened, from the tiredness, from the contained anger that you just let out, and from the shame of having done it.

"I should go back to my desk and start working on it"

"Yes" he says, and steps back to give you some space. He clears his throat and looks at the floor as well, standing up straight. So close, in front of you, he seems bigger than ever.

You close the door behind you and sit on your chair. The phone rings immediately and his deep voice fills your ear. "Don't go through with the report now. Go ahead with what you had planned for today, we'll work together after hours on the report to make sure we don't make any more mistakes. I appreciate your work and I wish we don't have more misunderstandings in the future."

He doesn't wait for your answer, as usual, and hangs up the call. The door opens and he rushes out of his office without even looking at you.

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xoxofinley · 1 year

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Does anyone know some dark Henry Cavill fan fictions? I want to read some darker stories to get inspired and explore the genre.

#henry cavill #august walker #walter marshall #clark kent #dark fics #dark fan fictions #fan fics #fan fictions

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deandoesthingstome · 27 days

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Exactly What His Heart Meant

Pairing: Pornstar!August Walker x Pornstar!Reader

Summary: August Walker has wanted you forever. You want him, too. It's perfect.

Word Count: 7.4K

Warnings: This is Pornstar!AU, okay? 18+ ONLY Drug and alcohol use, mentions of a three-way, generic anal, bad business practices, oral sex (F & M receiving), vaginal fingering, anal fingering, P in V missionary and doggy style, sex toys, pegging (gasp - yes I'm going there), aftercare. Love.

A/N: I am nervous, okay? This is not your average everyday August Walker, but I love him and I hope you do too. I have been wanting to do this since forever. I've posted a few blurbs in WIP tag games here and here. I gushed about the song that kicked the whole thing into high gear and the fic title is taken from "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?" - Rod Stewart. Both songs can be found on the playlist.

Bonus points if you can find the nods to other HC characters. There is definitely one, maybe two or three if you squint hard. (These points don't get you anything, sorry.)

Playlist: Listen to the music of the night on Spotify here.

Header and dividers by me.

August owned his entrance like no other. The studio made sure to send a PA ahead to prep the DJ and once he heard the first strains of “Night Fever” spill out of the club, he stepped out of the shadows and headed to the entrance, ready to start his decent down into the lights and glitter and debauchery as soon as Here I am sounded through the speakers and a spotlight made its way to him.

The already celebratory crowd went wild as he struck the iconic pose and thrust his hips in time to the rhythm. He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face if he tried, no matter how he had protested his employer’s choice for him. He would have sworn on any stack of bibles he didn’t like disco and abhorred polyester, yet here he was gyrating away. First time for everything. Starting with enjoying this awards night and after-party.

Each one prior had a story already attached to it from the beginning of the night, starting with his inaugural ceremony and guaranteed newcomer award, and trailing through the end of every relationship he thought would be the one. He finally stopped assuming because they said yes to the event after a few months or more of dating, that meant they were saying yes to him forever. The next few years were brutal and lonely, not that he couldn’t find some starfucker to take home at the end of the night, but that wasn’t what he craved.

Tonight was Club Retro themed. Award ceremony glamor as usual, but a costume change was required somewhere on the way from the venue to the after-party if you wanted to really up your game. Arrive in club gear of whichever era you wanted, but arrive dressed to impress nonetheless. He wasn’t the only actor a studio had convinced to go for the Travolta look, but he was probably the most surprised to find himself exhilarated by it and the attention it received. He kept all three pieces of the white suit, but he ditched the dark blue shirt altogether. Maybe he didn’t have a full head of hair, but the ‘stache and chest hair on display held 70’s swagger and he was running with it.

He grabbed a glass of champagne from one tray and a pill from another and set off into the crowd in search of the rest of his crew. He caught glimpses of the fresh-faced sweetheart who’d just inked a new deal grinding on the studio’s number two out on the dance floor and knew his plan to link them up had worked. The fans would eat them up, he knew it.

Knew it better than the owner, who wanted August to break her in. Ethan had begun making some really bad casting and scripting decisions and August was glad his contract was coming to an end. He was starting to feel like he wanted to just blow the whole studio up, let loose with all the bullshit he knew about his boss and how he ran his business. The industry could be awful, plenty of horror stories, but August had initially thought he’d found a place to call home.

What he’d begun to uncover about Ethan Hunt could fill a manifesto that would take the place down. And as crazy as it sounded, though he was tired of breaking in new talent, he wasn’t ready to be the reason all his friends lost their jobs. Not everyone was in a position to land on their feet. Regardless, at least now, with the sweetheart and the roughneck on a solid trajectory he wouldn’t be in the middle of something if tonight panned out the way he hoped.

Though, to be honest, it wasn’t looking good. He’d found his crew and then scanned the room for her with no luck.

“She hasn’t shown up yet,” his agent purred in his ear. Kelis was always down to party whenever he had an itch no one else would scratch, and he appreciated how decidedly non-attached she always was. No clingy phone calls or pouting over non-existing anniversaries. It aggravated him, though, that she was looking to seduce him here, tonight of all nights. Especially because she knew where his mind would likely be, but it didn’t stop her from begging for his cock every now and then. He could tell she’d gotten the hint his look gave by the way she toned it way down to answer his next question.

“A few from her studio have shown up but she wasn’t with them and they wouldn’t tell me where she was. It was all very secretive. So at least let me have my way with you on the dance floor if you won’t take me home tonight. Please?”

He relented and found himself having the time of his life. Song after song flew by as he grabbed water then whisky, a line, then water, another line, then whisky, water, whiskey, whisky, water. Dancing with Kelis gave him a chance to forget about his frustration with his studio and everyone, here or not, for the moment. He let himself be free and felt a weightlessness he hadn’t in a long time. No call sheets waiting at home. No scenes to prep. No “scripts” to read. Tonight and the next two weeks were his and his alone. Time for some decisions.

He noticed the crowd had begun to thin, and realized he wanted some fresh air, so he peeled himself away from Kelis with a promise-to-return kiss and tap on the ass. He took the elevator to the rooftop bar and found himself a little amazed at the streaks of light just beginning to emerge in the distance. Time had really flown while he was having fun.

He was about to head towards the drinks when he spotted her leaning against the railing in the opposite direction. The white-golden hair flowing behind her was an obvious wig. He’d seen her step to the stage to accept multiple awards tonight (or is it last night now?) and she had looked just as gorgeous with her natural color as she did all done up in her Farrah waves now. An unexpected jolt of excitement coursed through his veins as he realized she’d also opted for a 70’s look, complete with a scandalously (though by whose standards?) short metallic silver skirt with slits on either side and what he assumed was a matching top, though with her back to him as she peered out over the awakening city, all he really saw where the two thin silver chains that criss-crossed across her back. They looked like they would hold nothing up.

But she was alone and he knew it was now or never, so he strolled around the roof-top pool to step up beside her.

"I’m glad I finally found you. I wanted to congratulate you. It's not often a producer gets awards for both behind and front of camera work," he opened.

She turned her head and beamed a dazzling smile in return before thanking him and offering her own congratulations along with her hand and then a surprisingly friendly hello hug.

“I saw you nailed Best Male Performer and Best Anal again. Your Missionary: Impossible series was a true stroke of genius. I wish I had thought of it first.”

“So she’s not immune,” August thought as he peeled himself away from her warm body. “She remembers my name.” At least she recognized his star status. Maybe she hadn’t forgotten him. He pressed his lips to the back of her hand and trained his eyes on her through his lashes.

“You know I’d love to have you join the cast,” he spoke as he finished the hello hand kiss and lifted his head to gaze directly at her. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen eyes that scream ‘spy’ quite as much as yours do.”

“And I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a producer acting for another studio. You’ve got balls to ask, that’s for sure,” she laughed, tossing back the rest of her whisky before grabbing another off the tray passing by.

“Where’ve you been all night? I tried to find you right after the ceremony, but you disappeared and I had to run for a wardrobe change.” August tossed a casual grin and motioned at the cheesiness of his costume, though inside he was kicking himself.

The point of engaging wasn’t to offer her a part. How ridiculous! He’d been doing that for months now and she wasn’t biting. No. Tonight he was going to get answers. Why had she consistently denied him another shot with her? It had to be more than just the technicalities of trying to untangle ownership and percentages filming another studio’s producer would bring. She broke into his train of thought with an explanation of her quick and sudden departure from the award banquet and why she hadn’t arrived at the after party locale for what had to be at least a few hours.

“Already prepping material for next year. We had a newcomer attend with the studio tonight. He’s an absolute stud. Looking to get his name out there so we filmed his first scene backstage.”

August’s hopeful heart sank a little. He couldn’t expect her not to keep putting out material just because his advances might finally be successful, but it would take all his cool charm and guile to woo her if she was already cock-drunk tonight. He put out another feeler.

“You look well put back together already,” he commented, eyes tracing her figure with obvious intent.

“Oh not me. No, I was directing. Looking to nab that ‘behind the scene newcomer’ award next year,” she beamed, her smile still welcoming. “No, Mikey did a little gonzo three-way for his first official movie with Darkk Angel. We’re releasing it next week after a quick trip to post and then have him lined up for three more scenes next month. I’m wondering if we can talk AVN into a “most prolific” award.” Her laughter was infectious and he found himself with a wide grin, verging on goofy in spite of his aim.

“You’ve never directed? How have I missed that?” August sought to focus attention away from whoever this Mikey kid was and back on her completely, then mentally kicked himself again for admitting something that could only make him look desperate and maybe a little creepy. From his statement, and along with all the official asks from his agent, she had to think he was a stalker, completely obsessed with her.

Not that he wasn’t. Not since that very first time. Her “first’ anal scene. He understood she had to be a little overwhelmed at that shoot with so many people on set. She had clearly already fucked the director (for a scene) and was now just taking on a few actors who were already on a rise. It was his last commitment to the old studio and then he was off to a new contract with Hunt. God, he wished he could have taken her with him. As it was, the only thing he kept was her scent that lingered not long enough.

"You know, I've asked my agent about another scene with you more times than any other actor. He never has a good enough reason to tell me no. What gives?" August inquired.

She debated telling him the truth. That she was completely enamored of him despite, only having met once, and afraid to ruin her own fantasy. Yes, she thought about him often. She’d be lying if she said otherwise.

But what if he refused her counter-offers? What if he didn't play the way she had come to discover she wanted sometimes, needed even?

She could accept if his big dick in her pussy or ass was all he'd agree to again for one scene. But she wanted more. More than a scene. More than a spectacle.

"Industry's hottest stars finally fucking again!" she imagined the trade headlines would scream, not bothering to temper her own ego about her status.

And which studio got the rights? His or hers? Of course she would never give up the rights to those shots, those stills, that video. It had been years since any studio other than the one she owned had any rights to any images of her. Why August Walker didn't make the same professional move she had was beyond her, but at least she could play the upper hand if it came down to it. It was power to own the rights to your own material and that power trumped his studio contracts. Or at least she'd make that case. Plus Ethan Hunt was a little bitch and she’d be damned if she contributed to his profits in any way.

Still, she couldn’t get past the concern that having his big dick in her ass again would ruin her for anyone else ever again. It wasn't the size. Hell, she'd had two almost equal to him in there just the other day.

No. It was the fantasy. Not only what she already knew of his prowess, though if she’d improved over time, and she knew she had, he had to have gotten better too. But also what she imagined she knew based on the stories she'd heard. Stories about his true personality as well as the image she made up in her head based on tidbits of their past and innuendos of his present.

On set, she'd heard he’d become a bit of a prick. Even worse when the storyline called for Daddy. Not that it didn't make her wet to watch. And daydream about. Calling him Daddy, mmmm.

Except that wasn't her. Not her kink. Not her need. Not really.

And off set? Well, lips are usually loose in the industry, but somehow very few factual stories about dating August Walker were out there. Most of what she'd heard was easily dispelled rumor.

No, he wasn't into animal play. Either kind. Good.

No, he didn't force his partners to sleep in separate rooms after finishing. Why would someone even start that rumor? To what end?

Her private private detective had tracked down the source and verified quickly. It was a little bit of column a, a little bit of column b. The studio was looking to cash in on the mystery and intrigue of their dashing playboy, and a jilted date wanted more. Who wouldn't want more of him? But that choice was self-sabotaging to say the least.

She was well aware that some women, and men for that matter, liked to imagine their favorite actor to be the world's largest asshole. No, not that way.

That was the way she liked to imagine him. And the basis for her declination. He'd never say yes. She was sure of it.

And yet here he was. Blushing at the mere mention. Maybe she should have countered with that when he first started seeking her out. But she hadn't been ready to give up the rush she felt every time a message from Hunt Club studios appeared in her inbox.

August felt the heat rise in his cheeks and knew someone out there would say he was blushing, but August Walker does not blush.

As she leaned in, he swiped another surreptitious peek at her gorgeous and barely covered tits, though he was so smooth no one could have seen this time. Not that it mattered. He was right about the thin silver chains holding onto barely anything up front. Where she found tissue paper thin metallic material, he had no idea but her nipples showed through what little fabric there was making up the plunging neckline of the deep-vee tank, as if they weren’t also practically peeking out of the top as it was. She had them on display for a reason. But he was trying to make a move here. Trying to differentiate himself from the rest of the industry players and hangers-on hoping for a hook-up after the awards.

Champagne and liquor had flowed all night, powder cut, pills popped. He was tipsy but it was really the sunrise inching its way into the sky behind her, here on this rooftop bar next to the pool full of drunken, naked bodies, and the angelic halo circling the crown of her head that had him staring back into her eyes in no time, enraptured. Well, that and her reply.

“I have certain … desires that I’m not convinced you’d be amenable to and I didn’t want to alienate you.”

He went on to ask, no - insist, she explained her terms, right here right now. And she obliged, clarifying that she didn’t intend to be filmed at all. That her interest in climbing into bed with him was related only to the burning desire she’d felt to track him down, beg him for more, practically every day since that shoot. And the thing that convinced her not to bother was the never ending stream of talent she’d seen draped around him months, years later.

But she wouldn’t, couldn’t deny that she wanted him. Wanted to relive that moment and then build on it. Take the scene farther than was written. Fuck him right off the page and into her life forever. It was indescribable the way he felt listening to her narrate her desire to own him. She was only mentioning the bedroom, but he got the feeling she meant the heart as well.

Still, she was being mysterious with the details, so August began to mention specifics. What he wouldn’t do.

"I won't lick your boots," he'd said with a grin after a shorter than expected list, still wavering on if he actually meant to convey the opposite.

"Maybe not," she replied before leaning in and whispering in his ear as he tilted down to meet her. It was clear from her next sentence that she’d finally figured out he’d say yes. He was practically begging for it right here in front of these few end-of-the evening stragglers. "But you will take every inch of me."

Negotiations had already begun and this was just ink on the dotted line. Along with a string of consent questions with compatible answers and now she knew his safeword and he knew hers. It wasn’t what it used to be. Because things can change. But not his desire for her.

He brushed past her non-binding handshake and drew her in for a confirmation kiss, hands gently pulling her waist towards him. “You still smell the same. It drives me crazy,” he admitted before pressing his lips to hers with a smile. Then he broke the kiss, which had begun to turn lascivious even for the nature of the event, afraid they’d never make it off the roof-top if he didn’t.

He gave a deceptively shy smile and knowing nod to Kelis as he passed her on his way out with the true object of his desire draped along his arm.

She sent her limo off with whatever crew was left at the party before climbing into the back of his. They had no sooner pulled away from the curb and begun to make their way to his hi-rise apartment building than the driver’s shield went up and she went down, unzipping his trousers and slipping her hand in to coax him out.

She had gotten incredibly better at sucking dick in these interim years. But it was like she was finally home. Like her mouth opened magically around him to hold him close and taste his skin. It took everything in his power not to blow his load down her throat in the car. He wanted to be in her pussy when he came and there wasn’t much he wanted more at this moment.

He managed to pull her off and get her back on the seat, legs spread and ready to take his shoulders as he slipped his tongue deep inside her core. Moving the floss she’d bothered to pull on out of his way wasn’t hard in the least. He had her screaming by the time the limo pulled up outside his building.

August draped his suit jacket over her shoulders before he helped her out of the car and into the lobby. When the elevator doors closed around them, she turned and pressed him back into the wall, staring up at him with hunger and power equally.

“That’s the last time you call the shots tonight. I’m taking my shoes off as soon as we walk in your door, so you can’t accuse me of asking you to lick my boots. But you will be on your knees and you will put your mouth back on my pussy and do that one more time before anything else happens tonight. Understood?”

He stared down at her with amusement that morphed into understanding that ended in solemnity before the ding at his floor broke the silence.

“Yes ma’am,” he finally replied, resigned to her whim. He opened the lock with practiced ease, nothing shaking out of fear but only vibrating with anticipation. How had he missed her meaning all those years ago?

“I wish I could show you how this feels,” she’d whispered in his ear as he held her chest tight against his. “But it’s nothing compared to how it feels from behind.”

At the time he thought she had meant for him to turn her around, still on top of him but back to chest. So he did. And she liked it. She came like a banshee and that squeeze is something they can’t fake. That’s what wins the awards anyway. The audience knows it’s acting, but when they can tell it’s something the actor actually wants, when the chemistry is kinetic, the high is so much higher.

Clearly she’d had so much more in mind. When she came back down, he made sure to check the front door lock before he turned back to scoop her quivering body into his arms and carry her down the hall to his bedroom.

“Don’t think I’m anywhere near done with you just because I’m a wreck right now,” she called to him as he set her onto his bed. “Where are you going?”

“I would never think you’d consider that enough for an evening. I want to freshen up, if you don’t mind. May I?” August quirked an eyebrow awaiting her response and it was clear he’d come right back to the bed if she forbade it. No questions asked. But she allowed it and that only made him ache for her more. He’d be quick.

“Damn right you will!” she called out after him before ridding herself of her own garments.

Her hand must have found its way to the soaking mess between her legs and this is how August found her when he stepped out of the bathroom a very short while later, rubbing a towel over his head after peeling it off his body. He watched her luxuriate in the slippery slide feel of her fingers dipping in and out, rubbing, pinching, pumping, pumping, pumping.

He dipped carefully onto the bed. He had no desire to startle her out of her joy, he only wanted to witness it up close. He crawled alongside her and watched as her chest heaves softened and listened as her sighs became longer. When she finally opened her eyes on a deep inhale, he smiled at her.

“May I join you?” So respectful.

“Kiss me,” she commanded, and while he heeded she lifted his arm and guided his hand between her legs. “And touch me,” she whispered into his mouth.

He obeyed. His fingers drifted through her folds and made use of the slick that remained to press up into her. One, two, one, two. And now three. And now she’s grinding up against his hand and breaking the kiss to demand more and he’s giving it to her but it’s not enough, is it?

“More,” she cried out. “Fuck me, August.”

He was grateful at that moment for two revelations from the rooftop. He already knew his own status, testing often despite Hunt’s lackadaisical studio regulations. But she had shared that her studio adopted the standard of routine and regular testing early on and therefore she knew exactly what her status was, too. And, coupled with the fact that she had the implant, she had no qualms going bare. All these things led to the next thing he was grateful for and that was the feel of her pussy wrapped all the way around him as he slipped his prodigious cock deep inside her.

He mused he could do this all night. Or rather all day and into the night, when the moon began to rise again. Because it wasn’t night at all. It was broad daylight now and it was streaming in through the mirrored windows. Nobody could see it, even if they did find themselves on level with the height of his apartment. But no curtains meant he could see the way the sunlight brightened her face and it made him want to see all of her.

“Will you take it off, too?” he asked, staring down at her while he pistoned his hips into hers and felt her open and warm around him. “Please?”

He wasn’t used to begging. As much as he wasn’t a blusher, he definitely wasn’t a beggar but he found himself wanting to do anything for her and she wanted him to beg. Or at least ask nicely. And he wanted to obey. For the first time, maybe ever, August Walker wasn’t in charge.

She obliged and pulled the wig off easily. It wasn’t even pinned on, there was so much bang to cover the cap. All that meant was she was able to free her natural hair with ease and he was thankful. Now she lay bare before him and he got to take a good long, up close and personal look before she took it all away.

Faster than he would have preferred she slipped back and eased him out, but turned just as quickly to take him in her mouth. August let his eyes fall closed while he relished the feeling of her mouth around his cock again, but just when it started feeling really good, it also started feeling too good. If she continued he was going to come and he really meant it when he decided he wanted to be inside her for that. And not her mouth.

“Please,” it was practically a whisper. She almost hadn’t heard. But she let go with a pop and asked.

“What was that?”

“Please,” he begged again, raspy but with sound this time, voice hitching as she took him back in her mouth for just the briefest of sucks.

“What are you asking for?”

When he pleaded again with a cracked voice, she smiled as she let go.

“What is it, August? Huh? What do you want? Or not want?”

“Please…please don’t.” he stuttered as she continued to toy with him. Dick in and then out of his mouth with no concern for his predicament.

“Say it, August. Ask nicely.”

“Don’t make me come,” he begged, even as she sank to wrap her lips around him once more. “Please.”

“If that’s what you want. You only have to ask. Nicely.” She was so proud of him and he could feel that. Could tell she’d do anything for him. And let him do anything for her.

“Let me fuck you,” he asked. “Please. Just ….”

“Don’t bother saying it, you and I both know 5 minutes turns into 20 in no time,’ she laughed with him as she lay back with her legs spread wide for him. He stayed kneeling between her legs and watched her face explode with pleasure as he rocked deep and strong inside of her. He wasn’t trying to overcome her, wasn’t looking to establish any kind of dominance. Not on purpose at least. Because the fact of the matter was, that no matter how much he wanted to let her be in charge, it just came so naturally to him. It was hard to drop that mantle. Especially while fucking into her and watching her fall apart around him.

Then she shook her head and through sheer will, dragged herself back from the precipice to snake an arm up his chest, fingers drifting to his neck and drawing him down against her.

“Kiss me again, August,” she commanded and he obliged with no hesitation. It wasn’t that he couldn’t resist and instead put her right back in the trance his cock had caused, but he didn’t want to. They’d agreed on this night. Agreed what it would mean. He was finally getting what he’d craved all these years. And so was she.

Their tongues tangled while his fingertips traveled over velvety skin, her legs wrapped around hips, his thick member pistoned in and out of her wet and slippery cunt that she controlled so well. She hadn’t been wrong. August imagined he could stay like this forever if she’d let him, drowning in her glory, ego stroked with every gasp and whimper and cry of hers. It was music to his ears. He’d heard enough fake moans and pants over the years to know what the real thing sounded like and he never wanted to give it up.

When he felt her squeeze tight around him for the second time, he began to slow, sure that more than twenty minutes had passed but completely uninterested in confirming his suspicion. No, he wanted her on her knees again.

“Can I have you from behind?” he murmured in her ear after kissing his way along her cheek and neck. “Just for 5 minutes.”

She could feel his grin, but before she could compose an appropriate response, he’d shifted, changed tempo and hit a different spot that had her howling and fighting the urge to beg him for more. Even then brief respite she’d have while they switched positions should allow her to gather her wits and tamp down her desire to just let him rail her into the next day. Because tonight was for something more. So she pushed him back away from her, flipped and pulled herself to all fours while crawling towards the center of the bed.

With a seductive glance over her shoulder, she called to him, “Come and get it, stud.”

Five minutes in heaven. That’s all she was going to allow him. She pressed her chest down into the bed and let him drag her hips into the air, flesh captured under his strong fingers. She screamed into the sheets as August directed her pleasure with practiced skill and just when she felt she couldn’t hold on any longer, he slipped a saliva-coated thumb into her ass and sent her reeling. He’d timed it perfectly.

“You’re done,” she fought through her haze to flip to her back and clarify. “We still have a deal, right?”

She watched him stroking himself lazy and slow to stay hard while his eyes blinked shut with relief almost involuntarily.

“Yes,” he replied, his exhale full of yearning. “Will you show me?”

“Show you what, August? Hmm?” she asked with a tilt of her head, pleased he was finally ready to give in to what he’d already agreed to back on that rooftop.

“Show me how it feels.” It wasn’t a question, yet still not a command. He’d never dare to command her. Not until she was ready for him to. And that wasn’t tonight.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that since we met.”

All those years. All that time. August closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and told himself it’s fine. It’ll be fine. He pulled back a bit from the ledge that he wanted to step over for missing her meaning all along. As if she could read his mind, she spoke from somewhere that felt like a dream.

“I’m glad you waited though. I wasn’t ready either. I was trying to get over my nerves and thought a little brazen tease directed at the top talent on set would help. But I’ve discovered I really do like sharing that experience, knowing I can make a man feel the way he makes me feel. Make him understand how much better it is when it's from someone who cares."

When he opened his eyes, she was pulling herself up to her knees to meet him. He felt her hands trace along his chest as she pressed her lips to his. It was almost sweet, but definitely a relief. She really did want this as much as he did.

For a mini-eternity, they let their tongues tangle and hands roam. August shivered as her nails traced down his back with the perfect dig and smiled into her lips as he thought about the red lines he’d be left with the next day. He cradled the nape of her neck as even on knees he towered over her and let a hand drift down the soft skin of her side and around her waist to cup her ass.

When her hands finally landed in the same spot on him, he felt another layer of tension release as she caressed and squeezed each cheek with passion. She broke the kiss and nuzzled down his chest, landing on her elbows before him. With eagerness, she took hold of his still invigorated member, gave a few soft strokes, and then put him back in her warm, wet, inviting mouth.

But this blowjob had an ulterior motive that August felt as soon as it turned sloppy and her saliva began to drip and pool around him. With a now slick hand, she slipped her fingers off the base of his cock and in between his legs, tracing past the waxed-bare skin off his balls and teasing his entrance.

She circled and smoothed and kneaded until he finally felt a finger ease past the first ring of muscle and he had to put a hand on her head to slow the bob that was already threatening to pull his orgasm too soon. Surely she didn’t want that, did she?

August dropped his head back with a groan of pleasure as she let her spit drop onto her fingers again before pressing a second digit inside, just beginning to open him up to all her possibilities. It already felt so, so good. If this was all she did for him, it was worth it, but not really what he wanted. He’d had a few other lovers tease him like this, but he always stopped them short, still too nervous to let them go all the way to where he needed.

He’d kept this part of himself secret, shared it with no one, tested it only when alone. He knew it was stupid to hide this craving, especially given how exposed he allowed himself to be on film. But this was something different. Something personal. Private. That’s what he told himself. And he let his stature in the industry dictate the type of man he was in a bedroom, with a woman but without the cameras, for far too long.

His head was spinning as her tongue licked his length and her fingers teased and touched. She was pressing and pushing deeper and when she finally found his spot it took every ounce of willpower to maintain composure. He still wanted more of her, still didn’t want to come yet.

It dawned on him then that she hadn’t brought an overnight bag with change of clothes for the morning or toys for the evening. Just her ridiculously sexy wisp of an outfit and a tiny clutch that couldn’t have hidden even a bottle of lube, let alone the tool she needed to fulfill their bargain. She’d promised him he’d take every inch of her. Could she really have meant only this? Was she expecting him to come as she beckoned inside him?

“I can hear your thoughts, August” she purred up at him with a smile, mouth off his dick, but fingers still toying with him. “I don’t want to stop here either. I’m sure you can help me out, can’t you?”

She felt him tense and knew he was weighing the pros and cons of admitting what she had guessed when he agreed to take her home immediately without offering to make a stop along the way. August had his own equipment. No doubt about it.

“It’s okay,” she soothed, removing her fingers completely and returning to her knees to kiss him hard and deep before speaking to him on his level. “You don’t have to hide anymore. Show me what you need.”

She watched the seas of his eyes storm with fear before settling into calm as she held his gaze with no judgment, no mockery. She kissed him again, licked into the space between his lips and felt the passion as he held her tight, almost holding on for his life while he kissed her back.

When he finally broke free, he stepped back off the bed and opened the nightstand to remove a bottle of lube before he moved across the room to a mirrored armoire. He opened the doors and removed a sleek, black box which he brought back to place slowly on the nightstand, clearly deep in thought. And then he hesitated, hands resting on the lid of the box, head down.

“I don’t…” he started, and she felt a small ache in her heart. She had never seen him so vulnerable. Not that she spent much time alone with him at all, but this was truly a side she hadn’t quite expected after everything she knew about him.

“We can take our time, August,” she spoke with a careful tone and no desire to spook him. He remained still and she felt reassured he wasn’t running, not in his mind or his body. When he spoke, she had to stifle a small laugh for fear she would send him running from misplaced shame.

“I only mean, I don’t have a harness for you.” He turned, fingertips of only one hand still on the closed box, eyes scanning hers for understanding. And she understood completely.

She moved closer to the edge of the bed and grinned at him. “Oh, August. Oh baby, this is what has you worried? You think I can’t make it good for you if I’m not wearing it?” She watched this new layer of tension begin to melt away as he registered her words. “August Walker, I meant what I said and I can’t wait to fuck you however I can. And believe me, I know how to make it good.”

She waited for him to relax, to speak, to return to his usual manner and let her back in. Then she took a calculated breath, dropped the timbre of her voice, and called to him.

“And you’re going to let me, aren’t you August?”

Her eyes dropped just in time to see the twitch in his still hard-cock and she knew he was back and ready to let her have him. He flipped the lid to the lacquer box with one finger and revealed a small treasure trove of devices, any of which she’d be thrilled to treat him with. With no idea how prepared he really was, she let him choose.

“Will you start with this?” August handed her not the smallest, but not the largest either and she accepted willingly. “It’s been a minute.”

With complete understanding she led him back into bed on his knees before grabbing the lube from the nightstand and setting about her business. Kisses first. Deep and hungry. She wanted his tongue down her throat and he obliged while she held the dildo and lube in one hand and stroked his rock hard cock with the other.

Before too long, she’d dropped the toy to the bed and flipped the lid to the tube, using proprioception to drop several dollops onto her open hand before reaching between his spread legs while still commanding his kiss. Her fingers smoothed the viscous fluid over his entrance and dipped a little in with a finger before she reached for the prosthetic and smeared the rest around the tip and down the base.

Her lips left his reluctantly as she ordered him to hands and knees while she maneuvered behind him. With practiced skill, she massaged and manipulated her fingers inside him once more, listening for the moans and groans that told her he was ready for her to place the tip alongside a finger and ease the toy inside. She watched him carefully, moving slowly and waiting for him to relax fully before she slipped the whole thing in and he took it with the sweetest grunt.

“You’re doing so good for me, August. Just like I knew you would. Does it feel good?” she questioned, while gently pulling and pushing, twisting and pressing, smiling when he answered in the affirmative. With each motion she listened for the sounds that would tell her where and how it felt best and she was quick to learn his needs.

“Fuck…just like that,” he begged and hitched back into her, already wanting more.

“Impatient,” she teased lightly as she shifted to the side so she could both lean over to capture his lips again and still work the toy in and out of his slowly writhing body. She kept him wanting, shifting the speed and direction, for as long as he could last before he finally begged for the real thing.

She left him face down and ass up while she switched gear, careful to add more lube to both him and the larger phallus. But when she was ready to finally give him what he wanted, she paused for just a moment to consider orientation. She was certain positioning him to face the mirror would be too much for this first time together, but there would be others, she was sure now.

Other times to see the exquisite pain she knew would soon drip down his face as she wielded the apparatus and gave him every inch he asked for. She ran a hand up his back and grabbed onto his shoulder for more leverage as she worked him into a frenzy. He was bucking back into her and the moans that drifted from his lips were music to her ears. All the practice and care she’d taken, learning how to please a lover this way were paying off.

She knew how it felt, knew how he was riding each high and low. Watched him relax into his pleasure, at times letting her control him completely before he shifted his hips and dug into the bed with hands and knees to find purchase that would allow him to grind hard onto the sizable dildo she brandished with expertise. She’d go all night like this if he wanted.

As his circuits finally broke, she could see the waves of pleasure begin to ripple along his spine. He was coming furiously hard, perhaps harder than he had in a long time, no matter how many uses this toy of his had gotten on his own. She was that good at sensing and feeling and pushing and pulling exactly how and when and where he needed.

And August definitely needed. That much was abundantly clear as he collapsed fully to the bed, panting and gasping for air as he rode the waves of his lingering orgasm. She could see him twitching and knew the feeling because it was exactly how she felt after everyone of the orgasms he’d given her tonight. Like an explosion of sensation she never wanted to come down from and she’d given that to him finally.

She left him to catch his breath and stepped to the bathroom to run warm water over a soft washcloth and grab a fresh towel on the way back. When he was cleaned and dry, she tucked into the covers with him and pulled him to her, guiding his head to her chest.

“You feel okay? Need anything else right now?” she asked him quietly as her hand drifted up and down his back.

“I wanted to come inside you,” August admitted with an exhausted sigh.

“We’re gonna have a lifetime of that.”

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The Tin Can Bros have launched a kickstarter to celebrate their 10 year anniversary with SEVEN new projects, and they need our help!

Read on to find out how:

This is Brian Rosenthal, Corey Lubowich and Joey Richter

You may know them from Team Starkid, or you may know them from their own group the Tin Can Brothers (creators of projects such as Spies Are Forever and the Solve it Squad), formed in 2014. To celebrate 10 years, they’re raising a goal of $200k in order to stage seven projects

They’re currently a week into their campaign and have raised almost $50k with 675 backers. But they still have a way to go! And to help, we need to spread the word

TINLIGHTENMENT PROMO SCHEDULE:

Saturday 10th - The Great Debate

What is it?

A live comedy game show featuring Joey, Brian, Corey and special guests pitted against each other to win a debate. It gets silly!

How will I be able to see it?

Live shows in LA (and potentially other places!) throughout the year, digital tickets, and eventually some ‘episodes’ on youtube!

What can I share?

If you’ve been lucky enough to see past great debates on Patreon, talk about favourite topics and moments!

If you haven’t, share moments and clips from the first public great debate livestream happening on Thursday! (I think - if plans are changed then they’re doing a terrible job letting me help them)

Talk about guests! They talked about a Dropout crossover which I know people have been asking for with Starkid. I don’t know what that is but tell the people that do!

Tuesday 13th - Gross Prophets

What is it?

A brand new comedy musical featuring Joey, Brian and Lauren with music by Ali Gordon and Angela Parrish (shitty broadway! https://youtu.be/AZ-bOPiDqo8?si=F6guq3Pk_lOkCB5B)

How will I be able to see it?

Live shows (some workshop-y) in LA leading up to a run at the Adelaide Fringe, with digital tickets and eventual youtube release

What can I share?

We don’t know a whole lot about this project yet, but we do know it’s got a great cast and creative team - talk about those people!

That it’s going to Adelaide!! Australia is frequently in the top backing countries on kickstarters, and those people finally get a chance to see a TCB show live!

Theories on what the show might involve!

Saturday 17th - SIS at the Fringe

What is it?

An Edinburgh Fringe run of the fucked up Scooby Doo parody, with the original cast!

How will I be able to see it?

Live shows throughout the entire Edinburgh Fringe run in August, or a digital ticket!

What can I share?

This is an existing TCB property, so talk about what you love from the original! Share art, gifs, edits, anything!

That it’s going to Edinburgh! As above, UK fans have been desperate for this for ages, now’s our chance! Make sure people know about it!

Tuesday 20th - Spy Another Day LA and London

What is it?

A live concert screening (Hollywood Bowl meets Rocky Horror!) of Spies with most of the original cast for LA and TCB plus Lauren for London!

How will I be able to see it?

A live show in LA in Spring (likely April) with a digital ticket option, and a live show in London in early September following their SIS fringe run

What can I share?

Like with SIS, anything and everything you love about the original show! Angsty fics, art, memes, it’s all good

Joe Walker. To me personally he’s just A Guy, but some people are still shocked to be learning he’s doing a show again! Get those OG fans to support this!

That it’s going to London. I need Joey doing a passable to decent depending on how much he’s practiced English accent in London! And again, an opportunity for one of the highest backing cities to see them LIVE

Saturday 24th - TCBoB at 54 Below

What is it?

The songs from their musical This Could Be on Broadway in concert at 54 Below in New York City, with Joey, Brian, Lauren, Esther, Bryce and Clark, plus more performers to be announced!

How will I be able to see it?

Live in NYC in November, with a digital ticket option

What can I share?

The first workshop only got a digital ticket release but if you caught that, share favourite parts! And the soundtrack is available, so talk about how fucking good the songs are

The fact that it’s an opportunity for people to hear these songs live!

Tuesday 27th - Intelligent Life

What is it?

A reading of TCB’s queer sci-fi comedy TV pilot

How will I be able to see it?

Live in LA in early Summer, or by digital ticket

What can I share?

Like with Gross Prophets, this is a brand new (to us) project so we don’t know a lot! But we do know it’s gays in space! We love space gays

Remember, these are just ideas. Share anything you personally are excited for and think other people might be interested in! The aim is to make sure people are aware of these projects, what they entail and why they need to happen! Any other way you have of getting the word out about the projects and the campaign in general is valuable!!

Join our discord for more ways to help or to ask questions! https://discord.gg/4VNEBzpA

And if you’re hearing about all this for the first time, check out the campaign! https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/tincanbros/tinlightenment-world-tour

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ellethespaceunicorn · 10 months

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Daddy Knows Best, Part I

Title: Daddy Knows Best, Part I

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: StepDad!August Walker x StepDaughter!Reader

Fandom: Mission: Impossible - Fallout

Word Count: 2.4K

Summary: August Walker and your father were once friends. One mission, a single decision, made them enemies. August decides he needs to get his revenge. And what better way, than to become your new Daddy?

Chapter Summary: You get acquainted with your body with the help of August.

Warnings: age gap (the reader is 18, August is in his late-30s), pet names (Princess, Little One, Babydoll), Daddy kink, innocence lost, corruption kink, praise kink, dub-con, dumbification, dacryphilia, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (vaginal), dead dove: do not eat

A/N: This is different from my usual fics. I do believe that this would be considered dark!fic in every way possible. If you read the warnings and still chose to read, you are making your own decision. No one is forcing you to read this. This is a completely self-indulgent therapeutic fic. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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To say you grew up unconventionally would be an accurate description. Your dad was in the CIA, although you had no clue about this. Your mom was a government attache, she mostly acted as a liaison between the CIA and other branches of the government.

That was how they met. On a mission, the whole one-bed trope. It would be cute if the future weren’t so tragic for them.

You were homeschooled from the time you were 5 years old. Your Nanny only took you out to meet children your age on the weekends. And that ended when you started puberty. Your parents thought it would be too compromising to have you out with boys your age.

When you were 16 and a half, your Dad was sent on a mission in Prague with a recruit, August Walker. Your Dad was hesitant to try and get close as he had a wife and daughter at home that he wanted to keep safe. And getting close meant sharing personal details, and that always spelled trouble.

And wouldn’t you know? Soon enough, lines were drawn and so was a gun. Drawn on your father. By Agent Walker. It seemed your father had intercepted what he thought was intel on his partner, but it ended up being proof that Walker was a sleeper agent.

Your Dad, of course, promised he wouldn’t say a word. That no one would ever hear of this. But in Walker’s world? Someone’s word was only as good as the collateral they had against you. And your Dad had some good collateral waiting for him at home. A doting wife whom he would do anything for.

And you. Daddy’s little girl.

He was instructed to leave his wife and daughter and never look back. They belonged to August now. And he would be in charge of their safety. And if your Dad ever got out of line, then someone was going to pay.

You had just turned 18 when you met Mommy’s new boyfriend, August. She had been divorced from your Dad for less than a year and is already bringing her new boyfriend around. You weren’t a fan of his at first but he won you over with his charisma and his pretty smile.

Mommy had told you that Dad had to go away for a while and that August was going to move in and help out around the house. You missed your Dad, but it was nice to have August around too. He would sneak little treats to you and he called you Princess. And best of all, he made Mommy happy.

One day, you noticed Nanny didn’t come around anymore. When you asked about her, Mommy said you were too old for a Nanny. And since you were past high school, you wouldn’t need your tutor anymore either. At first, you felt lonely without the company of Nanny or your tutor. But after a while, you liked the freedom of trying to fill your free time with activities.

When Mommy went to work, you stayed home and August kept an eye out for you. You spent most days in the summer laying around the pool and you couldn’t help feeling as if someone was watching you. But every time you looked at the windows on the back of the house, you could never see anyone. And it was only August home with you, why would he want to watch?

One afternoon, you forgot your towel when you came into the kitchen to get something to drink. Your wet feet left behind little puddles on the tile floor and almost caused you to slip as you were heading back out onto the patio. If it weren’t for two strong arms around your waist, you would have gone down easily.

“Princess, how many times have I told you to wipe off with a towel before you come back in the house? I don’t want you to hurt yourself, Little One,” His warm and calloused hands slide down your waist to your hips, steadying you to walk. He shakes his head at you and smiles, reaching a wet finger to boop your nose, “Go have fun, Princess. I’ll clean this up. And don’t stay in the water too long or you’ll get all pruney.” He pats your butt and you go back outside and lay on your lounger with your bottle of apple juice.

You woke up on your lounger a couple of hours later and your skin burned, the sun was still high in the sky and you fell asleep in it. You manage to walk into the house and make it to the medicine cabinet in the kitchen before you’re wincing and calling for August. You can’t reach the aloe and you’ll need help applying it.

“Oh, look at you. Stayed in the sun all day and now you’ve gotten burned. I assume you didn’t put on any sunscreen either? Princess, just because you have this pretty olive skin, it doesn’t mean you can’t burn,” He took pity on you, your hunched form indicating you felt stupid for falling asleep in the sun, “Let’s get the aloe on you and get you upstairs and in bed, Princess.”

August took great care in spreading the cool gel over your skin. You laid on your back in the sun so your front took the worst of the heat. As the gel cooled you, goosebumps formed on your skin. Your nipples grew hard under your bikini top and you got embarrassed when you realized August noticed.

You tried to hide your face and he took your chin between his thumb and forefinger, guiding you to look up at him. With a sweet smile, he caressed your chin with his thumb.

“Princess, that is a completely normal response. It just means you like the feel of my hands on your skin. And that is never a bad thing, ok? After all, I am Daddy. And Daddy would never hurt you, would he?”

You hesitate when he calls himself Daddy. You don’t even call your father Daddy. But August cared about you. He wouldn’t hurt you.

“D-Daddy would never hurt me.” You said, not knowing the gravity of the step you just took.

“That’s my good girl. Come on, let’s get you upstairs and into bed.” Grabbing the aloe, August led you up the stairs and to your bedroom.

“Alright. You sit down and Daddy will be right back, okay?” August left the room but was soon back holding one of his t-shirts and boxer briefs, “I got these for you to change into. Let’s get you out of this tight bathing suit. That can’t be comfy on your skin, Babydoll.”

He had you turn around in front of him while he untied your bikini top. It fell to the ground, the cool air of the room hit your nipples and you felt them tighten and harden. When he untied your bikini bottoms, his hand lingered on your hip and he turned you around to face him. Your left arm went to cover your breasts while your right hand cupped your netherlips.

He bent over to pick up the discarded clothing and threw it into your hamper. “Now, look at my beautiful Little One. You know, you don’t need to cover up in front of Daddy,” He removes both of your arms and you swear you hear his breath hitch in his throat, “Daddy needs to see if the sun hurt you anywhere else.”

His hands glided over your breasts with the backs of his knuckles, slowly turning his hands so his palms make contact with your nipples. At your strangled moan, he pinches both nipples and you yelp.

“Oh, Babydoll, did that hurt? I am so sorry. Want Daddy to kiss it better?” He was already leaning in when you nodded.

His tongue swirled around one nipple while his thumb played with the other. When he switched his attention to the other, he moved a hand to the tuft of hair that covered your mound. Twirling a hand through your bush, he let a finger dip further and further until your thighs squeezed shut over him.

“Princess, open your legs right now.” He kneeled in front of you with his hand caged between your thighs.

“But Aug–”

“I’m Daddy, Little One. Did my silly little girl forget so easily? Maybe she needs some reminding of who’s in charge,” He stood, forcibly removed his hand, and grabbed you by the waist to put you over his lap as he sat on your bed, “Stop wiggling and we can get this over and done with. I think you’ve earned three swats for your bad behavior. And after each one, I want you to count it and say my name. Am I making myself clear, Princess?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You sniffled, upset that you didn’t just let his hand explore.

The first spank is barely anything.

“One, Daddy.”

The second spank made your toes curl, but you barely moved in his lap.

“Two, Daddy.”

On the third spank, you heard the wind move before his hand connected with your plump behind. You jolted forward and felt as if white-hot fire exploded across your bum. You almost forgot your words, but the need to please Daddy was high.

“Three, Daddy!”

Only after you finished speaking did the urge to cry reveal itself. You tried to stifle it but when you sniffed and cleared your throat, you gave in. You began to sob and strong hands lifted you to lay across Daddy’s lap. He cradled your body with one arm while the other wiped away your tears. As he rocked back and forth, he spoke up.

“Oh Babydoll, Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you. Daddy wants the best for his Princess. She just has to listen to and obey Daddy when he tells her what to do,” He turned your face to look at him and he smiled down at you, “Daddy doesn’t want to make you cry but you are so beautiful when you do,” He wiped a tear with his thumb and then put it in his mouth, “Do you forgive me, Babydoll?”

“Yes, Daddy, I forgive you. I just never had anybody touch my…um, my–” You didn’t even know what to call it, but Daddy knew what you meant.

“No one ever touched your princess parts before?”

You shook your head and attempted to hide your face in his neck but a strong hand cupped your chin and tilted it upward.

“That’s because it is a very special place. Only you and Daddy can touch your princess parts, ok?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I think Princess has earned special kisses for being such a good girl during her punishment,” He picked you up as he stood and placed you on your bed with your head on the pillow. He climbed onto the bed and settled himself between your legs, “Daddy is gonna take care of you, Babydoll.”

He opened your legs and placed a kiss on the fuzz on your mound. You felt his hands open you before Daddy placed another kiss. It felt so sensitive but so good and you wriggled under his touch. He smiled up at you and stuck his tongue out before he licked that sensitive spot. He held your legs open when they threatened to shut tight over his face.

“Does my sweet little girl like it when Daddy licks her clitty? It feels really good, doesn’t it, Babydoll?”

“Yes, Daddy. I like it when you lick my…clitty. Um, can you do it again? Please?”

“Look at you, begging Daddy like a good girl. Yes, baby, I’ll take such good care of you.” He delved back in between your legs, he swirled his tongue around your sensitive bud before he started to flick his tongue up and down.

Your breathing picked up, you felt so good and that’s when he changed his tactics. He placed little kitten licks on your nub and you moaned out his name.

“Daddy…”

He kissed your inner thigh before he spoke, “That’s it, Babydoll. I bet you feel like you’re going to explode. That’s exactly what Daddy wants.” He dove back in, and this time he sucked on your bud. Your breathing picked up again and you felt his finger in the slick wetness of your princess parts.

“Daddy, I’m–” Your words were cut off as you let out a string of moans. Daddy’s finger was inside you and you could feel yourself explode around it before it moved back and forth inside you. For a moment, it felt like it would never stop.

But soon, Daddy’s finger slipped out of you, and when Daddy lifted his hand, you could see it was shiny with wetness. He reached up and spread a bit of it on your bottom lip. Your tongue slipped out to taste the liquid and you were surprised when it wasn’t terrible. Daddy slipped his finger between his lips and savored the taste of you as he closed his eyes.

“My Babydoll is so delicious. How are you feeling, baby?”

“I feel tired, Daddy.” You yawned as a testament to your exhaustion.

“You’ve earned a nap, Princess. You did so well.”

“Thank you, Daddy. Will you take a nap with me?”

“Of course I will, Babydoll. How does your sunburn feel?” He sat up and you followed suit.

“It feels better, Daddy. But can I have some more aloe?”

He nodded and grabbed the aloe from your bedside table. It felt heavenly to feel the cool gel on your skin. It felt even better when Daddy put a bit of gel on your sensitive bum. He helped you get dressed in his old t-shirt and boxer briefs.

You had laid down on your side and Daddy got in behind you, his arm snaked around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You hadn’t noticed how good he smelled until now. You tried to calm yourself but you were excited to be held so close. You wiggled to get comfortable and you felt something pressing against your lower back. When you squirmed against it, Daddy put his hand on your hip to still you.

“Stay still and take your nap, Princess. Daddy will have a special treat for you when you wake up, ok? But you have to be a good girl and sleep for now.”

“Yes, Daddy.” You calmed your mind before you pulled Daddy’s arm back around you.

You felt safe and cared for in his arms. You wanted to please him. And you liked the way he touched you. You felt his breathing even out behind you. You closed your eyes and snuggled into Daddy as you fell asleep.

A/N: Um, well, who wants more? 👉🏾👈🏾 Cuz I do.

Part II

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poledancingdinos · 1 year

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Good Girls Get Rewarded

Pairing: August Walker (1st person POV) X OFC

Word Count: 1238 words

Warnings: Stripper OFC, Smut, Oral (M receiving), Creampie, Hickeys, D/S dynamics

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A/N: Just a quick little piece of pure filth

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The moment we crossed the threshold, our clothes started to come off. Her long coat was thrown over the back of the couch, along with my suit jacket, and my shirt was left somewhere down the hall. She managed to take it off me while I carried her through the house, using her ever impressive core strength to hold herself up without the help of her hands. It’s lucky she picked a dress with a slit in the skirt otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to wrap her legs around my waist.

When I set her down in the bedroom, my little kitten plants both hands on my shoulders and gives a sharp push. She’s far from having the strength required to move me if I don’t want to be moved but I’m not opposed to seeing what devilish desires she’s cooked up in her pretty little head. I let myself fall back onto the mattress, pulling both arms behind my head and unashamedly flexing my biceps as her gaze roams over my bare chest.

She is practically licking her lips as she pulls her dress over her head and tosses it aside. It’s my turn to look over her form, an appreciative groan unintentionally sounding from my chest. She looks damned good in her matching black lace bra and panties and she knows as much.

She plants a knee on the bed and straddles my waist. My hands immediately find her thighs, pulling them apart and forcing her hips lower. I never lift my hands from her body as we kiss, groping her ass then moving up her back to unhook her bra.

My lips are on her breasts the moment the flimsy fabric disappears. I have every intention to paint her skin with love bites and make sure that anyone who lays eyes on her tomorrow knows that she is owned by another man. I am the luckiest fucker in the world and I am not above admitting it. Though I know she wants to be mine as much as I want her to be, the jealous, possessive beast inside demands I stake my claim. It’s a good thing she likes it.

Two small hands wrap around my wrists, pinning my hands above his head.

“I was good.”

I smirk. It’s a statement not a question. She knows she was on her best behaviour tonight which is why I’ve been indulging this little power trip of hers. The director was very impressed with the elegant, poised and breathtakingly beautiful woman gracing my arm at the gala. If anyone recognized her from the club, they didn’t have the balls to mention it which means I didn’t have to break any jaws.

“You were,” I confirm.

She isn’t wearing her regular makeup, instead opting for an event appropriate style that makes her look almost innocent. We both know she is anything but.

She wiggles her hips on the already rock hard member still stuck in the confines of my pants.

“I want a taste.”

Smart girl, trying to top from the bottom. Normally, I’d have her on her knees or I would have a hand fisted in her hair, never fully giving up control.

“Take me out, Kitten.”

She smiles victoriously and reaches to unbuckle my belt. I move further up the bed, lifting my hips to help her work my pants and briefs down my legs. My head settles against the pillow as she crawls back up the mattress. She lowers her mouth until her breath fans against my skin, making my cock jerk, but she knows well enough to wait for permission before taking things any further. I let the anticipation build until she releases a small whine.

“Put your mouth on my cock.”

She greedily swallows my length, making herself gag, but that doesn’t deter her. She lavishes my cock while keeping her wicked gaze locked on mine the whole time. I’m already really fucking close to blowing my load down her throat but I will not give her the satisfaction.

Reaching down, I pull her off and flip her onto her back. In the next second, her sexy little panties are torn in two and she’s screaming as I split her open. I’m big but she can take it.

Her hands claw at the bedsheets then my forearms, seeking something to hold on to as I pound into her at a furious pace. She’s so turned on, her juices drip down between her ass cheeks and smear over my thighs. On a different day I would be dying to get a taste of her sweet cream but tonight I’m on a mission to punish her as much as I reward her. Afterall, I can’t let her forget who is in charge.

One of my hands gropes at her breast while my other wraps under her thigh and twists her onto her side. The shift in angle causes a new series of moans to spill from her pouty lips and her fingers trail down her stomach in search of her most sensitive spot. I bat her hand away, growling in my displeasure.

“I didn’t say you could touch what’s mine.”

“Please, Sir.”

“If you’re such a good girl, use your words and tell me what you want.”

Her eyes narrow at me, attempting to look menacing but a particularly hard trust causes them to shut completely.

“Oh fuck!”

I don’t stop my assault, pinching her nipple between my finger and my thumb while I sink my teeth into her inner calf.

“Sir, I need to come. Can you please make me come?”

“I don’t think you’re desperate yet.” She’s close but I want her to beg and that was not good enough.

“Please! I want your fingers on my pussy and I want you to fuck me until it hurts. I want to come, please.”

I release her leg, leaning down to leave more hickeys along the line of her throat. I love when she styles her hair up. It gives me unobstructed access to mark her up and to drive her a little crazy.

“Good girl. Begging so pretty for me.”

I have just enough room to snake a hand between our bodies and press my thumb against her clit. My scalp stings where her fingers tangle themselves in my hair, holding on as I fuck her with abandon. I was close earlier with her devilish tongue against my shaft but now, balls deep inside the wet heat of her pussy, my entire body is on fire.

I feel the moment the coil snaps. Her entire body shivers, her walls pulsing around my cock and pulling me over the edge with her. I manage three more thrusts before sinking to the hilt and pressing my pelvis flush against hers.

We both remain still save for the heavy rise and fall of our chests as we catch our breaths. I’m the first to break the bubble of our post-orgasmic bliss, untangling myself from my bratty pet.

When I return from the bathroom with a damp cloth, she looks me straight in the eye as her hand reaches between her legs, using two fingers to scoop up some of my seed and licking them clean of our combined releases.

The action is so unbelievably filthy that it already has me sporting another partial.

“I was good,” she purrs. “Now I want to go back to being bad.”

Part 4

#august walker #august walker smut #august walker fanfiction #august walker fanfic #august walker fic #mission impossible: fallout #henry cavill

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drake-walker-appreciation · 10 months

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Drake's Birthday Celebration!

We have set Drake's birthday celebration for August and hope you'll join us with fics, drabbles, artwork and more! Special thanks to @aussiegurl1234 for the graphic!

The event will take place from August 1st through August 12th of 2023.

RULES:

All mediums accepted! Fanfiction, fan art, mood boards, HC's, whatever you've got!

Must be themed/centered around Drake's birthday and present him positively.

You must tag @drake-walker-appreciation

The deadline is 11:59 p.m. CST on August 12th, 2023.

A couple of important points:

The event is in August, but you may place his birthday in whatever month you HC it is!

Throwbacks featuring Drake's birthday are more than welcome!

Please reach out to this blog, @angelasscribbles or @karahalloway with any questions or suggestions!

We know his birthday, much like most of the PB timeline is nebulous so for anyone interested, here's the thought process about its placement, under the cut:

I think it’s common knowledge that PB’s timeline is total crap.

MC is told that the social season is a “few months” long, but if you follow the actual time stops given in the stoy…. “the next day…”, “a few days later…” etc, then the timeline is two and half weeks-ish. It’s like day 11 by time stops when MC is told that the season is “more than half over” despite the season being several months long. The Apple Blossom Festival is immediately after this, and Drake’s birthday happens during it.

We obviously can’t depend on anything about this timeline to tell us when his birthday falls.

Instead, we can look at the timeline that the actual social season in England follows. There is ample proof that plenty of the details of how royalty and the social season work in TRR are based on England, so this feels like a good option.

Besides, they left us no choice but to figure it out on our own, so any method you chose to use is valid since this is fiction. I personally did a deep dive into the social season in England both historically and in modern times.

The social season is four months long, starting in early April and ending on the Twelfth of August aka the start of the shooting season.

Applewood and the Apple Blossom Festival happen just before the Beaumont Bash, which is canonically the last official event of the social season. Therefore, I place the bash in the first half of August. MC drives from the festival events at Applewood directly to Ramsford so we can assume those activities take place at the end of July or beginning of August.

The next clue comes with the very title of this festival: Apple Blossom Festival. It’s not a harvest festival, so it doesn’t take place in the fall. (Apples are typically harvested in the last week of August and September, some even later, which is after the social season concludes at any rate.)

Apples blossom from early spring to late summer depending on the variety of apple. Most blossom in April or May but since the festival takes place at the end of the season, we have to assume that the Cordonian Ruby is a late-blooming variety. A very late blooming variety. (This is possible because when they bloom has more to do with the temperature of the region than the time of year. Since there was skiing and ice skating in April, we can assume it stays cold there well into spring.)

In conclusion, based on all of the above, I feel confident that Drake’s birthday falls somewhere at the end of July or in the first half of August.

That said, I’m not here to gatekeep anyone's HC’s so with that in mind, even though the event is in August, you may place Drake’s birthday whenever you like in your story. Put it in February, put it in October. The important part is that you have fun with it. That’s it.

Happy writing!

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sillyrabbit81 · 1 year

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Dangle the Carrot

Prompt: Smug and Sadistic, Virginity from @munstysmind (x) Thank you!

Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 3.5k

Warnings: Smut, DUBIOUS CONSENT/ NON CONSENT, RELUCTANT READER, Coercion, p in v sex, fingering, discussion of body fluids, possessive August.

Authors Note: As always I need to thank my amazing mates and readers @nashibirne , and @henryobsessed your thoughtful and honest comments are always appreciated.

I had every intention of following the prompt, but as I wrote this is what came out. Walker is definitely smug, but probably not as sadistic as you would think. I hope you enjoy it.

Edited by me, there will be errors

Dividers by me.

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You’re sitting in the safe house sipping on your morning coffee, dressed in a simple knee length summer dress that is fashionable in the local area, going over new intelligence on your latest asset.

You’re going to have to meet him again, he is holding back information, you’re sure of it. The chatter had been building to a crescendo, someone is planning something and you’re sure the asset knows more than he’s letting on.

The assets' pale balding head peers back at you from the photograph that had been taken of him way back before you started to build a relationship with him. He creeps you out, well over 20 years older than you, he looks at you like he’s undressing you every time you meet. You feel like he strings you along with little tidbits just to keep you coming back and you’re starting to think he’s a dead end.

“Staring at his picture won’t make him talk.”

You jump, startled by Special Agent Walker's appearance. Dressed as he always is in a plain muted suit, he has a mug of coffee (you assume) in his hand and he sits next to you, plucking the file from your hands and opening it on the dining table in front of you.

“Any suggestions?” you ask.

“Possibly,” Walker says, the corner of his whiskered mouth lifting with a knowing smirk.

You purse your lips. Walker always looks like he knows something you don’t, you’re about to ask him what it is when he continues.

“I’ve been told to hurry you along. Langley believes he has information about a high value target and our window of opportunity is closing swiftly.”

Huffing with disgust you say, “I’ve done everything I can besides take my clothes off to get him to give up more information than we already know. I think he knows nothing. I think he’s full of shit.”

Walker shakes his head, “Langley disagrees. They think he might be involved in some way and is trying to avoid implicating himself.”

“I’ve told him we will look the other way on the shit he’s into if he can lead us to the target, or at least give us something we don’t already know.” You shrug and lean back into your chair, waving your hand over the file. “Like I said, I’ve given him every assurance, dangled every carrot, and he gives me nothing. I’m at a loss.”

Walker hums, turning a page, “Maybe it's time to stop dangling the carrot and let him have it.”

Your brows furrow. “What do you mean?”

Walker doesn’t answer immediately. He finishes reading, then closes the file smoothly. He turns in his chair so he’s facing you and his knee brushes against your thigh, while he takes a moment to assess you.

“You said you’ve tried everything except taking your clothes off,” he says, the smirk reappearing on his lips.

“That’s not happening,” you say dismissively, but your cheeks burn at his suggestion.

Walker nods, a faux frown plays on his lips. “Did you read the brief?”

“Only a million times.”

Walker makes a gesture towards the folder on the table. “The initial report, second page, about a third of the way down.”

Sighing, you drag the file back in front of you and flip it open. Walker’s knee presses against your thigh as he puts his arm around the back of your chair and leans in to read over your shoulder.

“There,” he says.

You start to read, impatiently, “The subject is known for many clandestine relationships outside of his marriage. He tends to favour women who…” you trail off as you realise the description of his type of woman is basically a description of you. You keep reading in silence.

…At least one of his former lovers was a British Agent and seeing as the subject was prone to “pillow talk”, it had proved an effective way to gather intelligence…

“Miss that part in your millions of readings did you?” Walker says in your ear. “Why do you think you were put on this case, hmm?”

The arm that rests on the back of the chair now rests on your shoulder and he starts to stroke your neck. His other hand rests on your knee, his fingers edge beneath the hem of your dress, inching their way up your thigh.

You can barely breathe, the realisation dawning on you that he’s right. You thought you were being rewarded for good work with lower level assets. Embarrassment creeps in, the old imposter syndrome that you had convinced yourself wasn’t an issue begins to rear its ugly head.

“I can’t,” you whisper.

Walker moves closer, his breath is warm on your neck, his fingers have worked themselves halfway up the inside of your thigh and they pause to caress your sensitive delicate skin.

“You can,” he whispers back, “I know what’s stopping you. Why do you think I was put on this case?”

Your chin trembles and you try to swallow down the lump rising in your throat. “This was the plan the whole time?”

“A contingency that Langley has decided to implement to hurry things along.”

Shaking your head, you flick his hand away from your thigh. “I can turn him without having sex with him. Give me a few more days.”

Walker grabs your jaw, his thumb and fingers dig painfully into your cheeks and he makes you look at him. His eyes are blazing with lustful impatience. He’s been waiting for this you realise, he’s been waiting for you to fail, waiting for the go ahead to take you.

“You don’t have a few days, princess. You have tonight,” Walker says in a gravelly and thick tone that doesn’t hold so much as an inch of empathy. “You have a choice. You can open your legs for me like a good girl and I’ll make your first time as pleasant as possible and believe me, I can make it very pleasurable. Or, you can let an ugly, skinny, limp dicked asshole, that doesn’t even know your real name, uselessly pound your sweet, tight, virgin pussy until his cum dribbles into your ruined little hole.”

“And if I refuse both options?” Your voice quivers as you ask the question because deep down you already know the answer.

“You’ll be out. A burn notice will be issued within the next hour.”

Icy fear blooms in your chest and your blood runs cold through your veins. Burn notice. Not only will you be out of the agency, but no self respecting private security firm would take you either. The whole industry would be closed to you. Everything you worked for would be taken from you within the hour.

Closing your eyes, you coldly try to rationalise the situation, weighing up the pros and cons.

What is virginity anyway? Your hymen was well and truly worn away by now. You’ve had a wide selection of toys inside you. A couple of guys had fingered you in college and it wasn’t as though you were saving yourself for marriage or anything. Your lack of sexual experience is due to not having the inclination to find a partner who you wanted to sleep with rather than any real moral objection.

There would be worse men to sleep with than Walker. He is attractive, even if he’s normally a little standoffish. He boasts about making it feel pleasurable doesn’t seem to be without merit; you can’t deny that his fingers which are circling their way up your inner thigh again do feel nice.

You open your eyes slowly and determinedly set your jaw. You lick your lips and take a breath to give your tepid consent, but nothing comes out.

Walker seems to understand though, his hand holding your jaw softens and slides down to your neck. He uses his grip to draw you close enough to brush his lips over yours.

Whiskers prickle against your chin and warm, silky lips stroke yours, capturing first your lower lip then your top in a gentle nip.

“Relax,” he whispers against your mouth. His breath heats your lips and smells of mint and coffee.

As he resumes his kiss, a light tickling sensation begins on your inner thigh, picking up where it had left off. Soft circling fingers draw an invisible spiral on your sensitive skin as it inches its way towards the apex of your thighs. It feels nice, gentle and tender, and against your will, your skin tingles with warm anticipation.

Hot velvety strokes of his tongue tease your lips, probing softly where they meet, silently urging you to open. He’s patient, easing back before trying again, all the while his thumb strokes your throat and fingers caress higher and higher up your thigh.

Maybe it is primal instinct, or perhaps you simply surrender, but you part your lips. His tongue slips into your mouth with a hum of approval. He strokes, massages, and sucks, encouraging you to reciprocate, but you can’t. While his touch is seductive, your heart beats faster and your body warms as your body begins to throb, you feel detached. It’s like he’s doing things to you and your body reacts but your mind is somewhere else recording your involuntary, mechanical reactions.

The ghosting circular caresses get larger, reaching high enough for a knuckle to brush over your panties. Dispassionate curiosity keeps you unmoving as his hand sweeps over your thigh again, this time a finger traces the edge of your panties, following its curve before resuming its path.

He brushes over your panties again, floating over your slit and grazing your clit. A deep thrum begins between your legs and vibrates hotly through your nerves, and settles in your breasts making your nipples ache as they grow tight and harden.

Your detachment shatters. You break his kiss with a cry and force your knees together, trapping his hand between your thighs and halting his advance.

“You were doing so well, princess,” Walker says, with a thicker and less gentle voice than before.

You scowl at him as he tries to pry your knees apart with his free hand. It’s not anger that makes you protest; it's the fear that grips your heart with its icy fingers as you see the burning lust in his eyes. He isn’t just doing this for the mission, he’s doing this because he wants to and somehow that is so much worse.

You try to stand and run, but he’s too quick for you. He captures your wrists in one hand and roughly uses his body to get behind you. He thrusts his groin against your ass, and bends you over the table, trapping you like a pinned butterfly by your hands and his chest pressing against your back.

“Be a good girl and don’t fight it, because I’ll take you the hard way if I have to,” he growls in your ear in a tone that suggests he might enjoy that even more.

“Please,” you rasp weakly. “Please don’t…”

A rough hand bunches your dress up to your hips then rubs over the soft flesh of your thighs. You try to close your legs but he inches his feet between yours and forces them apart. He licks the shell of your ear before taking your earlobe into his mouth and sucks. Heat flows through your veins again, your nerves electrify while you twist and fight against his iron-like grip and heavy weight.

“Are you getting wet for me, princess?” he asks, mockingly rubbing himself against your ass.

“No!” you protest louder and with more conviction, hoping the forcefulness of your response covers for your lie because despite your fear, and you are afraid, your body is undoubtedly aroused and growing more so with every passing second.

“No?” Walker asks. “Are you sure?”

Embarrassment makes you drop your head to the table with a feeble whimper. Why is it that his smug mocking makes you even more aroused? You’re hot and slick beneath your panties and everytime Walker grinds himself against your ass, the fabric of the gusset clings to your sticky lips.

“Are you sure? I think I should check,” he says as his fingers hook the edge of your panties and peels them away slowly.

Walker’s fingers easily slide over your pussy. You bite the inside of your cheek to try and stop the moan that hurtles up your throat. You try to fight against him, but he’s got you trapped as his fingers stroke and probe between your legs.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking wet,” he mutters throatily, as though he’s talking to himself. Sounding almost amazed, he adds, “You like this.”

Humiliated, you let out a soft cry. You do like it. You like the way he’s touching you even better now than when he first started. His weight pinning you to the table is strangely comforting, and knowing you can’t fight him off is embarrassingly arousing.

He spreads you open and a finger teases your entrance. You hold your breath, your whole body clenches anticipating pain. But he’s gentle as he slips a finger easily inside you and lets out a hard amused breath into your ear and you can imagine the smug grin on his face.

You squeeze your eyes shut as he slides his finger back and forth, each time at a new angle as if he is searching for something. He moans softly as he kisses your neck, sucking and biting hard, such a contrast to how gently his finger explores.

He adds a second finger, you cry out again as he stretches you and you clamp down hard as if you could push him out. He groans in response, his voice erotically guttural, powerful and raw as he growls out, “Your pussy is so fucking tight. So fucking hot.”

His fingers curl and you gasp. It already felt so good, but now there is a pleasant pressure building deep in your gut. Your core throbs and you tighten around him even more and your eyes widen in horror as you realise what is happening.

“No, no, no,” you protest as your thighs begin to shake.

Tears well in your eyes as your body grows incredibly taut and torrid heat gathers between your legs. You pull on the hand holding your wrists and manage to get one free. You cover your mouth, trying to suppress your cries as your body surrenders to searing heaves of euphoric release that leave your skin tingling and your muscles quivering.

You’re still high, heady and weak from your orgasm as Walker pulls your panties down your thighs. Somewhere in your mind you think you should fight him because you know what's coming next, but your body feels so good that you also crave more. So much so that when Walker takes your hips and turns you before snaking an arm around your waist, you docilely let him lift you onto the table and stand between your bare legs.

Heavy lidded you watch him quickly undo his belt, his movements are a frantic indication of his desire. When he lifts his eyes as his pants drop to the floor your breath catches in your throat. Untamed and bestial lust twists his features, curling his lip and narrowing his cobalt stare.

“Please,” you murmur, the words spilling from your lips without any understanding of what you’re begging for.

Walker bares his teeth with a savage grin and growl, and reaches between his legs. He’s soft and blunt as he drags himself over you, coating the head of his cock in your slick arousal. Your mouth opens and you take a stuttering breath as he positions himself at your core. His arm draws your body close to him as he slowly pushes into you, his eyes dark and wild.

Pressure like you’ve never known makes your core spasm and strain and though you put a hand to his chest to try to slow him down, he doesn’t stop his unyielding intrusion. You think you should want to scream, cry, or at least protest, but your legs wrap around him, pulling him deeper until your bodies meet.

Twin moans float as they hang in the air as you both still. His breath saws in his throat as your every exhale comes out with a soft whimper. No toy ever stretched you like this and you look down to see your slit bloom and spread around his thick cock.

“Oh God,” you cry as your head lolls and falls back.

Fingers slip between your lips and pull on your teeth until your eyes meet Walkers. He watches slack-jawed and panting as your mouth closes over his intrusive fingers and the humiliating taste of your orgasm stings your tongue.

With a growl he removes his fingers and covers your mouth with his, forcing his tongue into your mouth and sucking on yours as if to get a taste for himself. He grazes his whiskers over you, making your skin prickle. Your hand moves to his wrist and slides down his forearm and the powerful muscles dancing beneath his hairy skin feel so good you tighten your grip to feel then contract and flex.

He moves.

With fluid and deliberate rolls of his hips, he grinds against you. His mouth still covers yours and you desperately try to breathe through your nose and not choke on the scream that is poised at the back of your throat. His body moves with erotic grace, confusing your mind with every circling thrust. It shouldn’t feel so good, you don’t want this.

Oh but you do. You so do.

The familiar heat gathers between your legs and your hips, moving with him, chasing him, urging him to move faster, to give you what you need to fall into bliss again. You’re not sure when you went from passive recipient to enthusiastically compliant, but you’re definitely a desperately willing participant now.

Walker leaves your lips and kisses down your throat, groaning as he sucks bruisingly hard on your skin. He works his way to your ear, his cheeks burn your skin as your skin prickles and breaks into sweat.

“Your pussy is too good to waste on another man,” Walker groans. “You’re mine now.”

It takes you a moment to register his words, but when they sink in, irrationally your heart soars.

“All fucking mine,” he growls.

The heat of his breath as he rasps out the words in his harsh and rugged baritone send you over the edge. You clasp and grab at him, trying to hold on as your body shakes and shudders and you bask in that moment where everything all falls away and there's nothing except the surging tides of hot euphoria.

“Fuck,” he snarls, when you open your eyes.

He grabs your ass with one hand and hooks his other arm under your knee, spreading you wide open. He’s no longer grinding, now he’s pumping hard watching himself move in and out of your swollen and sodden core.

He cups the back of your head, drawing your mouth close enough to kiss as he chases his end. His rhythmic frantic thrusts suddenly stop as he lifts his head with a long groan and holds himself deep within you. You inhale a rough breath as he imperceptibly thickens and throbs, shocked that you can actually feel each pulse of his release as it rushes up his cock.

With a final sigh, he drops his head, resting against your lips. You kiss him there softly and your lips sting with the taste of his humid skin as sweat runs down his forehead and into your mouth. It should disgust you, but instead of pulling away you kiss him again before lowering your head and nuzzling into his neck.

You both stay there for a minute while you catch your breath and try to process what happened. You don’t know what to think, it all happened so fast, and feels so confusing. Part of you knows you should be furious, but somehow you can’t seem to muster the anger at the violation when it felt so good.

His softening cock starts to slip from your core. When it falls you feel unbelievably wet between your legs. He came inside you, you hadn’t even thought about it. A small shiver tickles at your spine. Though your core aches, the thought of his cum leaking from you was so erotic that you almost want to reach between you legs and feel it as it slowly flows from deep inside you.

Walker raises his head, his expression as calm as you’ve ever seen and his normally turbulent eyes seem serene. The corners of his mouth twitch as if he’s trying to smile, not smirk or sneer, but genuinely smile.

“I mean it,” he says, pushing errant hairs tenderly off your face. “You’re not fucking him. I’ll find another way to get what we need.”

From the look of grim determination that settles in his jaw, you have no doubts about his seriousness.

“Do I get a say at all?” you ask, your voice still trembling.

“No.”

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kittenofdoomage · 2 years

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Birthday Celebration / Share the Love Fest Part 3

I'm going to go out on a limb here (for this and Part 4 coming) and tag a few people who have helped fan the flames of a new fandom of mine - Henry Cavill. //insert flame emoji// //insert panting emoji//

It is so fitting that I came to this corner of Tumblr based on a fic rec from a favorite SPN writer (see Part 2) and the first account I immersed myself in was @sillyrabbit81. Her Captain Syverson, especially Even If You Don't Mean It and And So Much More, is just the stuff of dreams. She has such an incredible way of creating this completely real man with quirks and flaws along with the hottest sex you ever wanted to read about. Seriously.

@plumfondler - I don't know if I've really explored her masterlist the way I should, but her Henry Cavill backrub drabble broke me. I need a reallllllly specific and careful kind of RPF and this one just did it. Amazing.

@just-chirpin - JC has a really detailed, self-discovery-while-falling-in-love-with-Sy story, ETS, on her masterlist that just makes you want to move to Georgia and casually run into him. Here's hoping she's been able to find time to get that next chapter on the books. ;)

@rmtndew - I've never seen MI6 and I probably never will, but I stumbled across this amazing series, Pretty in Pink, and I fell in love with August Walker. I love the way she wrote him and I love the little twisty, spy story. Just wonderful.

@mayloma - also a writer who captured my attention with some Henry RPF, but she's also got a Walter Marshall fic, The Light Side of Night, and I love this grumpy bear so much!

I've yet to dig into Geralt or Sherlock or some of his other characters, but I'm sure it's only a matter of time.

Thank you to the Cavillry for always bringing the heat!

I'm certainly going to investigate these fic recs, my thing for Henners only seems to be growing. My brother bought me a Geralt pop for my birthday 😁

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The Beauty of Thorns

(A ‘Beauty and The Beast’ AU)

Part 2

Pairings: August Walker X Belle

Warnings: Mentions of blood, curses, sacrifices. It’s not gory but very in line with darker fairytales.

Word count: 3,400+

Part 1

A week before the Drawing, there was always a great feast. I could never understand the merriment knowing that it would be the last week for one of the men in our town, but I understood it even less the year after August gave his own life. The night of the feast, I could barely eat. Once it was over, the tables were cleared and the dancing began. I had never been one for dancing but August had been the only one to ever ask me to dance with him. Some great swell of pity he must have felt for me to allow me to stomp all over his feet with my two left ones but without him there, no one asked. I sat just outside of the tents on the stone steps that led to our town hall and watched everyone else as they danced and laughed. But I couldn’t swallow down the lump in my throat.

Marybeth was smiling and laughing as she ran over to me. “There you are, Belle!” She took my hand and tried to pull me up. “Why are you hiding? Come dance!”

“I don’t feel like it.”

“Why? Do you fear you won’t have a partner?” she asked. “John Paul will dance with you.”

“I don’t want to dance with John Paul.”

She continued to pull on my hand. “Come on. He’s a fabulous dancer. And you should try to get to know him better. He’s your brother now.”

“I’ve never understood how that worked,” I said. “How is he my brother if he’s married to you? Siblings don’t wed. It doesn’t make sense.”

She sighed and released my hand. “I don’t know. I don’t spend much time thinking about it. I just know that I am gloriously happy,” she said. “Why can’t you be happy for me?”

“I am happy for you, Marybeth. Truly. But…I cannot go a single day without thinking of August Walker and his sacrifice and yet you, who claimed to be in love with him, moved on so easily. You mourned for less than a month before you agreed to court John Paul and now you’re married.”

“Would you rather I have spent my time crying over a man who’s dead?”

“I don’t know!” I snapped. “All I know is that I’m angry. I’m angry at those stupid boys who caused this. I’m angry at that horrible beast who controls our whole lives. I’m angry that there is nothing I can do simply because I’m a woman. I’m unfit for the Drawing but I am also unfit for marriage because there is not a man alive that would stoop so low as to marry someone like me. I am constantly filled with so much rage I fear a single spark is all it would take to ignite me and I can’t even fathom the amount of damage I might do because of it.”

She sat on the step next to me. “Do you think I don’t get angry?” she asked. “Because I do. I’m just as angry at those stupid boys and that horrid beast as you are. I’m angry that I’m married to a wonderful, loving man that I very well may lose in three years' time when he must enter the Drawing again.” She shook her head. “You are not the only one who is weary and resentful but you must understand that we’re all doing what we can to claim what freedoms we do have in this town. For your own sanity, you need to find something that is yours, Belle.”

“I’m trying. It’s far more complicated than I would like to admit.”

She put her hand on my shoulder. “You will find it one day,” she said. “I truly believe that.”

“And for that, you have more faith than I ever have.”

She smiled. “I do have faith in you. You are destined for wonderful things.”

The following week, I prepared for the Drawing with a heavy feeling in my gut. I hated attending them but knew it was my duty. Not just to support Father as a town elder but to show respect for whoever was chosen. However, since losing August to the Beast the year before, the Drawing felt more real than it ever had. In a town where a dwindling number of people could leave, those of us who were cursed to remain there knew everyone else. We grew up together, went to school together, played with one another. There wasn’t a stranger among us. So I had known every single man that had been chosen in the Drawing since I could remember attending as a child. But August was the one that struck my heart the most and I wasn’t sure why.

Once we arrived at the hall, we took our seats and waited for the rest of the town to join us. But I watched as Elder Green locked the door, barring any more of the town from entering aside from Mother, Marybeth, John Paul and me. That heavy feeling in my gut from earlier returned as the hair on the back of my neck stood up.

Something wasn’t right.

“Harold, what are you doing?” Elder Abbot asked. “The townspeople will be arriving soon.”

Elder Green rattled the doors, making sure they were locked, then began walking back towards the other men. “We will not be having a Drawing this evening,” he said. “There’s been a change of plans.”

“How so?” Elder Abbot asked.

“The Beast has made a demand. Not for a chosen sacrifice but for someone…specific,” Elder Green said.

I turned to Mother. “Can the Beast do that?” I whispered to her.

She shook her head. “I don’t know. He never has before.”

“Who did he demand?” Elder Monroe asked.

All eyes turned to Elder Green but when he looked at Father, ice ran through my veins. “He has demanded…Marybeth.”

“What?” Father shook his head. “No. The deal is that we offer up one of our men. Women have never been part of the treaty. He cannot break that and demand my daughter!”

“And yet he has,” Elder Green said.

“There must be some mistake!” Mother spoke out.

“There is no mistake. the Beast demanded Marybeth by name.”

I looked at Marybeth and saw the terror in her eyes as they pooled with tears. She shook her head but didn’t speak. I felt like a hand reached into my chest and started choking my heart as Elder Green’s words began to sink in. I couldn’t envision my life without her. I had never known a day where she hadn’t been there and I couldn’t imagine living in a world where she was gone.

John Paul wrapped his arm around her protectively. “I don’t care. He can’t have her!” he said.

“We do not get to decide that,” Elder Green said firmly.

“Appeal to him. Ask him for a pardon!” John Paul insisted.

“It’s out of my hands -”

“Please! I can’t go!” Marybeth’s voice shook as she sobbed. “I don’t want to die. Please!”

I stood and faced Elder Green. My throat tightened as I fought back tears. “She’s not going. You can’t have her,” I said.

“I understand that this is difficult for you, Belle. I myself lost a sibling in the Drawing when I was around your age. But I also know that denying a request will not be met kindly. It will undoubtedly be met with further bloodshed. Bloodshed of innocent people.”

“She is innocent!” I shouted. “My sister has never harmed anyone. She’s kind and smart and caring. You cannot stand there as an elder of this town and behave as if your hands are tied behind your back and send my sister off to the Beast!”

“Lower your voice,” Elder Green said. “I know that you’re angry but you will still show respect.”

“You will not speak to my daughter in such a manner. She is allowed to raise her voice as loudly as she wants,” Father said. “And how dare you speak of respect when you, as the town leader, kept hidden a demand from the Beast? You lied to and misled myself and the other elders and I will not stand idly by and allow you to belittle one of my children and sacrifice the other.”

“Your feelings very well may be hurt, Norman, but I did not do any of this from a place of malice. If I had informed you earlier, you would have attempted to hide Marybeth. the Beast would have been denied and would come tonight to take as many as he pleases. Just because he took five men the last time he came into our town does not mean that that is all he would take again,” Elder Green said. “He could very well take half the town. He could slaughter us all in our houses. We simply have no way of knowing what the Beast will choose. All we do know is that somehow he knows Marybeth’s name and if you do not give her up, you very well may lose her this night anyway along with Belle and your wife.”

He was right. Not sending a sacrifice would put the whole town in danger, particularly my family. The fear that inspired in me was like none I’d ever felt before. I couldn’t allow that to happen. I glanced at Father’s hand and saw that he was still holding the white cloth that contained the rose for the Drawing ceremony. Slowly I slipped out into the aisle and moved towards him while he and the other elders were speaking. I was able to stand at his side without drawing any attention. My hand dropped next to his. And when he turned his head to listen to Elder Birch speak, I was able to reach out and take the cloth. Once I grabbed it, I moved quickly, putting distance between Father and me.

He turned and looked at me with wide eyes. “Belle, what are you doing?”

“I’m taking Marybeth’s place.”

“Stop it! Neither of you are going anywhere,” Mother said.

“the Beast will come for all of us if one of us doesn’t go. If I take her place, then this can be put to rest.”

“Put to rest? I will lose my daughter!” Father said. “There will be no rest if that happens.”

“Then what do you propose? What can be done?”

“I don’t know. But we’ll figure something out. Do not make this decision now.”

“If I don’t make it now, then I never will. I know the moment this rose leaves my hand, that either our town will be put in danger or the elders will take Marybeth without consent to protect us,” I said. “And if that were to happen…I couldn’t bear it. I have such anger in me already, if they were to take one of the few sources of love I have and cast it to the Beast then I will lose all humanity I have left.”

“Your bravery is not taken lightly Belle but the Beast requires your sister,” Elder Green said to me.

“How will he know the difference? She’s never gone into the forest, he’s never seen her,” I argued.

“I don’t know but we will not tempt him or make it seem as if we’re mocking him by sending the wrong person.”

I looked at Elder Green. “I already told you; you can’t have my sister.”

“You do not have a say in the matter,” he said, taking a step towards me. “Now give me the rose.”

I looked him in the eye as I opened the cloth instead. There was panic in his face as he took another step but before he could reach me, I grabbed the rose by the stem and squeezed it tight. I felt the thorns pierce my skin, cutting into my flesh with an itching sting. I didn’t dare release it until blood began dripping from my tight fist. Then I let go and held up my hand. Blood covered the palm and dripped down my wrist. Marybeth and Mother sobbed loudly.

“Oh, Belle, what have you done?” Father asked, distraught.

“I’ve taken Marybeth’s place,” I said. “Blood has been spilt. I’m the sacrifice.”

“You foolish girl,” Elder Green said. “You may very well have damned us all.”

“You already did that with your inaction,” I said. “And should the Beast allow me any words before he kills me, I will make sure that my final ones are of exposing you.”

Love makes people brave. Those were the last words August ever said to me. At the time, I thought he was foolish. But as I stood at the edge of the woods with the elders surrounding me, I understood. I wouldn’t have volunteered to be in that position had Elder Green not given in to the Beast’s request for Marybeth. But I stood there terrified and trembling and without a single regret.

Normally each sacrifice chosen in the Drawing would have four chains around their waist, each held by an elder as Elder Green led them into the forest. Because I was much smaller and had no intentions of running, there was only one chain and Father held it as he walked beside me.

“Do not let Marybeth feel responsible for this,” I said to Father as he led me into the woods for the first time in my life. “Make sure she knows that she did nothing to bring this upon herself. She didn’t do anything to tempt the Beast.”

“I will try my best,” he said, his voice shaking.

I kept my eyes trained on the path in the forest floor that was lit only by the torches the other men carried. “Let her know that I loved her deeply and that I know she feels the same.” My throat tightened with emotion. “I couldn’t have wished for a better sister than her. Please tell her that.”

“I will.”

“And Mother…don’t let her grieve herself to death. Let her know that she taught her daughters to be strong and to stand up for what was right and to love each other. That’s why I’m here,” I said. “Please let her know that. I’m doing this because of the love she instilled in us.”

“I…I will try,” he said, crying.

“And Father…let your grief first be anger and aim it towards the one who has caused this,” I said quietly so that Elder Green couldn’t hear me. “Make sure that he is held responsible. Had I a softer heart, I might ask you to forgive him, but he tried to put Marybeth in my position and for that, I want him to pay dearly.” I ventured a glance at him. His face was wet but the look in his eye was determined. “I do not believe he did all that he could to save her.”

“I don’t believe so, either,” he said. “But rest assured; I will hold him accountable.”

It wasn’t a far walk to the clearing where the sacrifices were presented and when I saw it, I knew what it was. There was a rock that served as a platform and around it hooks where the chains would be latched. My knees grew weak and nearly gave way as reality began to sink in:

I was going to die.

I tried to put on a brave face so that Father wouldn’t see my fear but I couldn’t hide it. I shook as I was led up onto the stone. Father relinquished the chain to another elder so that they could secure me while he gave me a hug. I clung to him tightly.

“I love you. I love you so much,” I said to him through my sobs.

“I love you, too, Belle.” His crying was as violent as mine, if not more so as he held me.

“It’s time,” Elder Abbott said.

Father released me reluctantly and took my face in his hands. I tried to smile at him. “I always dreamed of someday having an adventure,” I said, my bottom lip quivering. “Perhaps death will bring me one.”

“I hope so, my darling girl,” he said, then kissed my forehead.

He stepped down from the rock but made sure that he stood in front of me so that I could see him as the other elders used their torches to set the pyre before me ablaze. The fire grew quickly, lighting up the forest.

Elder Green stepped towards the fire. “Belle, you stand here not because you were chosen in the Drawing, nor because you were demanded of by the Beast, but because you refused to let your sister be a sacrifice. I hope that the Beast sees your intentions and will accept you in Marybeth’s stead. But if not, may he have mercy on us all for your decision.”

“No. May he not have mercy on you all, Elder Green,” I said. “Just those that were innocent in this.”

He didn’t speak to me again. He simply looked me in the eye as he took the rose that was covered in my blood and tossed it into the fire in front of him. The flames shot up around it, swallowing the flower in orange and yellow light.

“It’s done,” he said to the other elders. “We must go.”

I looked at Father. It was the last time we’d ever see one another. I kept my eyes on him for as long as I could before at last he walked away. Then I listened to their footsteps as they retreated back down the path from which we’d come until there was no humanly sound left except my own crying.

My hands and knees shook and my head snapped round every time I heard an animal moving about in the woods. I wasn’t used to the sounds they made. I’d never been close enough to truly hear them. But when I heard a branch snap behind me I looked straight ahead and screwed my eyes shut tight. Nothing so loud could have been caused by a deer. My teeth clattered together as I listened to the heavy footsteps of something much bigger than me approaching the back of the rock altar.

The Beast had found me.

I could feel his presence and the heat from his body against my back. Tears streamed from my closed eyes and I bit my lip, trying not to make a sound. But my body trembled, rattling the chain that secured me in place. I had wanted so much to be brave in that moment but I wasn’t. I was terrified.

The Beast stopped. He leaned closer. I felt his breath on my neck and then heard him inhale. “What are you doing here?” he demanded.

“I-I’m your sacrifice,” I stammered, my voice barely audible.

“No. You are not my sacrifice. You are not meant to be here.” His voice was a deep rumble that sent shivers down my spine. He circled around me, his fur brushing against my arm as he moved to look at my face. “I ask once again: What. Are. You. Doing. Here?”

“I know that I’m not Marybeth, but - but I beg of you…please accept me instead.”

“Do the elders think I’m foolish? Do they think that they can deceive me?” He growled and I began trembling once more. “No,” he said. “Your father wouldn’t go along with that, would he, Belle?”

At the sound of my name, my eyes snapped open. They were still cast downward and I saw the feet of the Beast before me. I had expected four paws but instead found two. Two massive paws. My whole life I thought the Beast was more of an animal but he stood before me like a man.

“How…how do you know my name?” I asked.

“Because I know you.”

There was movement and then a hand came to my face, each finger with a claw. He put it under my chin and forced me to look up at him. I trembled as I took in his massive bearlike frame before finally raising my eyes to his face. Tusks jutted from his mouth and horns grew forward from the top of his head. And every inch of him was covered in dark brown fur.

“Belle. Youngest daughter of Elder Haywood. Sister to Marybeth.” I recoiled as he bent his face closer to me, but he held me still. “But not the sacrifice I demanded.”

“I’m here. My blood was spilled,” I said, holding up my hand for him to see the marks. “So you must accept me.”

He grasped my hand with his and examined the marks. “So be it,” he said. “We will have two sacrifices tonight.”

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