#henrycavill fanfic

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 24

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Series Masterlist

Part 23 🟣 Part 25

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: Fluff, ongoing vampire shenanigans, mentions of drug abuse, addiction, tragic backstory, August's completely unwarranted hatred of jellybeans.

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: Family trip!!!

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“Tell me something,” you whispered to Mike, who was sitting in the way too comfortable chair next to you, reclining the seat — probably without feeling any guilt towards Marshall and Sherlock, who were sitting behind him. They had plenty of leg room left. “How are we flying first class right now?”

“August refuses to fly coach,” Marshall answered that question for Mike. The answer didn't surprise you. Like, at all.

“It’s not like we can't afford it,” August snapped from the seat in front of you. The one next to him was empty.

“Charles would be proud of you,” Mike taunted. You didn't see the smack that followed, but you heard Mike's pained grunt all too clearly.

“Please don't break him,” you laughed. Mike snuggled into your side, glaring at the seat in front of him and kicking it for good measure. “And you can stop this tantrum right now, or sit next to August.” It was a good thing he was so damn cute.

“He's not wrong, though,” Sherlock pointed out, a hint of amusement to his voice. “Charles is the only other member of our family with the same insistence on certain levels of luxury.”

“Do I count as a member of your family?” you chuckled. All of your guys looked at you as if you'd gone crazy. And it was a silly question; of course you were a member of the family. “Because I think I might just be learning to appreciate those standards.”

“And exactly how expensive are dates going to get now?” Mike asked with a smile. “Because… Just because they are all fucking loaded, doesn't mean I have unlimited access to those funds…”

“Mostly because an ungodly amount would be spent on Jelly Beans, and an even more ridiculous amount would be spent on videogames,” August sneered. Mike just shrugged — he could hardly deny it; the fact that your arrangement meant Mike didn't need his mountains of Jelly Beans anymore, hadn't exactly meant he wasn't still eating plenty of them, much to August's chagrin.

“August, just because you live a boring, joyless, Jelly Beanless life, doesn't mean I have to,” Mike sighed.

“How long has this been going on?” You asked Marshall and Sherlock.

“I'd say since the invention of the Jelly Bean,” Sherlock said, “but Mike wasn't around back then. I believe that happened somewhere in the late eighteen hundreds…”

“As long as Mike has been around, then?” you asked, not wanting to ask them too many invasive questions such as ‘how in the hell do you know when the Jelly Bean was invented?’

“At least for as long as they've known each other,” Marshall answered, explaining that that hadn't happened until about thirty years ago. Still, that was a long time to have a whole feud over candy, you pointed out.

“It's a long time to be addicted to candy,” August growled.

“Eh, I guess an “addiction" to Jelly Beans beats all of those other addictions I had,” Mike shrugged. “Oh…” His cheeks flushed when he saw the troubled look on your face. “I guess I never told you…”

“Much of anything, Mike,” you said softly.

“It's not the best story.” He tried to shrug it off, but you could tell something was bothering him. “It's, eh… It's not exactly a version of me I want you to know about, either.” He looked at you, the sadness in his eyes becoming more and more pronounced as time went by, and it took some serious effort to convince him you loved him for the man he was now, not who he was forty years ago.

“Alright, fine,” he sighed. “What do you know? So I know where to start…”

“That Marshall ran into you in the eighties and that you were hanging out with a bunch of goths and goth-adjacent figures,” you summed up quickly, eager to get to the rest of the story.

“Alright, well… What’s important is that you know we're talking about Berlin in the eighties. My dad got a job there, so we moved from here to Berlin when I was six or something. That went well for a few years, and then my dad died when I was fourteen. I didn't think much of it at the time, but over the years… Something about it doesn't check out, and I honestly wouldn't be surprised if my mom killed him because he had an affair with his secretary, but whatever. Water under the bridge, I guess.”

“Mike! The fuck?” He said it so casually…

“Sweetcheeks, it doesn't matter, okay? Dad was gone, mom worked all the time to keep a roof over our heads, and I became completely unbearable—”

“And that never went away,” August said. You could tell he was smiling.

“Hey, thanks!” Mike replied, rolling his eyes. “Anyway. I'm a completely unmanageable teen at this point, and Berlin in the eighties was not the place for that. Like, it goes wrong shockingly quickly. I think I was sixteen when it really started going south.  Like I said; Berlin in the eighties was something else.”

“There were two things the government couldn't exactly get a handle on,” Marshall interjected. “One was vampirism, the other heroin. The two went hand in hand, more or less.” He looked down at his hands, clearly not at ease.

You had just decided not to press the matter when Sherlock offered an explanation. “Junkies were… not simply easy targets, although it would be hard to deny that they were.” It actually took you a while to notice that Sherlock and Mike had switched place, and that while you were looking straight at Sherlock, who was now sitting next to you. “Back in the day, addicts and vampires were connected by the mutual illegitimacy of their existences — although the vampires naturally had several advantages over humans from marginalized communities—”

“Anyway,” Mike cleared his throat and appeared next to you again. “The thing about a junkie is that they'll do pretty much anything for a fix. Including volunteering to feed vampires in exchange for some cash. Now, those were not the people you've heard us talking about up until now…”

Apparently, the goths you'd heard about had been the ones who took Mike in, the ones who tried to get him clean. “And they succeeded,” Mike said with an apologetic grin on his face. “Several times, even. My mom had stopped caring at that point, and then when I was nineteen — a few weeks before Julia, my ex, ran into Marshall — mom died, too…”

“He found out what I was not much later,” Marshall said.

“How?”

“I walked in on them, after Julia and I broke up, except I didn't walk in on what I at first expected to be walking in on, if you catch my drift.”

“Went about as well as you'd expect from the guy who's pretty much okay with everything,” Marshall laughed. “We did really well for a few years.”

“We'll spare you the lengthy, boring part with all the domestic bliss,” Mike swooped in before Marshall could elaborate. “When I was… twenty-two? Fairly sure I was twenty-two, yeah… Anyway, I met a girl—”

“Of course you did,” you blurted out before you could help it, immediately looking up at Mike with what must have been the guiltiest look of your entire life so far on your face.

“I don't blame you for that. Anyway… She was in trouble — the kind of trouble I'd been out of for years, at that point, and I thought I could be to her what Julia and Iris had been for me, but—”

“You relapsed?” you tried. Right on the money.

“Yep… Even years later, Hedwig — that was her name — pulled me right back under. Wasn't her fault, of course. It's not like she put a gun to my head and forced me to stick a needle in my arm or anything. Can't even say it wouldn't have happened if I hadn't met her. Anyway, the point is; it happened… Not a great time. I—” He nervously fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. “I’m happy to tell you the rest, but… later?”

You took his skittish look at the other passengers to mean he’d prefer a more private setting. Deal.

A left turn and the change from smooth asphalt to crunching gravel beneath the tires of the car startled you enough to let out a loud, disapproving hum and lift your head. You hadn’t been asleep, per se, but definitely dozing off a little, your head resting comfortably on Marshall’s shoulder. Mike’s hand was on your thigh, eerily — vampirically — still ever since you’d asked him for the third time if he could stop moving it because it tickled. He enjoyed tickling you, you were not a fan.

“We’re here, princess,” August said from the front seat, and you leaned over to look out the window, seeing nothing but forest, forest and more forest.

“We’re where?” you asked, surprised at the absence of the house you’d expected to see.

“The estate,” Marshall noted calmly. And exactly how big was this estate? “Big enough.”

“Charles likes his privacy,” Mike noted. His fingers were tapping a gentle rhythm on your knee now, and his legs restlessly bounced up and down with excitement. “You’ll love this place!”

The car finally pulled into something that actually looked like a driveway — that is to say, it was the same gravel, the same road, but you could finally see that there was a house attached to it. Mansion. Villa. Actually it was closer to something resembling a small castle, but this wasn’t Europe, so…

“Charles also likes extravagance,” August snarled his answer to your unasked question.

“I can see that,” you muttered breathlessly as you followed Mike out of the car when it came to a halt in front of the stairs that led to a pretty grand front door. “Where is Sherlock?”

“Right here, darling,” he called from the top of the steps, where August was also already standing — holding both of your suitcases and your backpack.

“Wait, how did the three of you travel so… light?” And how had it not occurred to you to ask that question before now?

“We have everything we need here,” August explained. “Mike, get her up here!”

One of the heavy wooden doors opened the second Mike put you down, and a small woman stumbled through it. She was a little older than you, with long, black hair down to her waist, and she looked absolutely exhausted.

“Priya!” Sherlock said, grasping her elbow to steady her. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Mr. Holmes,” she replied before turning to you and reaching out her hand. “Hi, I’m Priya. I’m—”

“Dinner.” Oh, for the love of god, why did you have to snap at her? You didn’t even know the woman, but the thought of her feeding your vampires was entirely too much. “Sorry! I—”

“I get it,” she chuckled. “My sister, Nalini, has your… talent. She’s protective of her family as well. And you’re not wrong, just a bit impolite.” You deserved that.

“I don’t know what came over me,” you said. “I’m so sorry.” Not to mention how rude you would have been if you had been wrong… What if this woman hadn’t even had any idea she was visiting vampires?

“Are you sure you’re okay, Priya?” Mike asked, his brow furrowed, and his voice concerned.

“I’m alright, guys,” she laughed — but it took a lot of effort to do so. “I’ve been sick before, I always survived.” With the back of her hand, she wiped the sheen of sweat from her brow, and you noticed an intricate reddish design on her palms. She caught you as you tried to get a better look. “From my eldest sister’s wedding,” she said. “I can show you pictures later this week, but I really have to go. The sooner I get home, the sooner I can start sleeping off this cold, or whatever it is.”

“Please let us know when you get home,” Sherlock said as he walked her to the cab you’d just stepped out of.

“That was unnecessarily rude, princess,” August snapped when the car drove off.

“I said I was sorry,” you muttered quietly, not daring to look August in the eye. “I… You’ve all known her for a while, haven’t you?”

“She’s been coming here for years. About a year before Sherlock and Mike moved away,” Marshall explained. “Now, what’s really bothering you about this?”

“I thought you’d never been in this kind of… arrangement before,” you muttered, also avoiding Walter’s eyes.

“And we haven’t. You heard her; she’s not like you.” Marshall ushered you into the hallway, where the others were already waiting. The sound of the door falling shut behind you made you jump. “Charles was willing to pay a small fortune to drive her out here. Once a month, just as usual. And all the rules of the Bank still applied, just as usual. So, if you’re worried for so much as a second that you’re not special to us, you can stop that now.”

“Did she say she would be back later this week?” you asked softly. Part of you hated the thought of anyone but you feeding your vampires — even the ones you hadn’t met yet…

“She’s a friend of the family, not just… dinner.” The unfamiliar voice behind you startled you more than the closing door had, and you spun around as quickly as you could — but not quicker than the owner of the voice, who had apparently already walked around you, and was now standing behind you. “Would you stand still and let me do the moving, please?”

Two hands descended on your shoulders and gently turned you around, so that you were now face to face with the ‘new’ vampire. He was handsome, his face all angles and edges, with kind eyes and a charming smile. Judging from the sour look on August’s face, this had to be Charles.

“Charles Brandon, pleasure to meet you,” he said softly as he took your hand in his and shook it briefly. Perhaps too briefly? The charm of his smile almost made you overlook the sadness behind those kind blue eyes. Almost.

Next to you, Mike was swaying back and forth on his feet, waiting for introductions to come to an end so he could— Before Charles had even fully let go of your hand, Mike lunged forward to hug the man. “Alright, kid,” Charles laughed, “you’re home. It’s okay.”

“Where’s…” Mike asked as he let go so the others could subject Charles to similar treatment of warm ‘glad to be back’-hugs. Of course, the one between August and Charles was short and tense, but other than that, it was a perfect display of warm familiarity.

“Right behind you,” another unfamiliar voice spoke. This time, you didn’t bother to turn around — a wise call, as a split second later, another man appeared before you.

“Melot,” he said as he reached for your hand, raising it to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. For some reason, it made your heart skip a beat. Melot looked much younger than Charles, or any of the others — younger than Mike, even — and you were fairly sure it didn’t have much to do with the dark, shoulder-length curls that framed his face. “I’m glad you’re finally here.”

“He’d ask you how your trip was, but… he already knows,” Charles noted, adding to your confusion. “I see she hasn’t been told much about him? Does the same apply to me?”

“She knows enough,” August growled, followed by a grunt as Marshall kicked him in the shins.

“August, that’s enough, go to your room!” Sherlock snapped. It was absolutely hilarious to hear those words from him, but what really had you in stitches was the fact that he actually walked away — presumably to the aforementioned room.

You only stopped laughing when Mike gently nudged your side with his elbow, at which point you looked at the others in the hallway, who were all looking at Sherlock in bewilderment. After a strange, tense silence that lasted far too long, August joined you again.

“Would someone fucking explain to me why he got to do that, here?” he sneered.

Melot chuckled softly. “It would seem that our hierarchy changed with the coming of our queen.”

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[lainiespicewrites]

LainieSpice Masterlist

I wanted to compile everything because I think I'm going to start writing more!!

Captain Syverson

Oneshots:

The Christmas Cabin

The Christmas Cabin Part 2

Series:

Coach Sy Basically captain Syverson but a high school football Coach 😍

Coach Sy Ch 2

Coach Sy Ch 3

Coach Sy Ch 4

Coach Sy Ch 5

Coach Sy Ch 6

Electric summer: Sy and his old summer camp love reunite when they come back to camp as counselors!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Walter Marshall

Series:

I just want to feel safe

Part 1

Part 2

Henry

Oneshots:

Someone to take her home

A lesson in flirting

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[itstheimpossibledream]

Big

Pairing :Henry Cavill x reader

Warning: Daddy!DomHenry, Smut, Oral, Size Kink

Everything below the cut is NSFW I won’t lie.

Summary : Henry loves how big he looks in comparison to you. 

“On your knees.” he commands calmly. You bring yourself to the floor as he unzips his pants. He brings himself out of his underwear practically slapping you in the face as it springs free.

“Sorry.” he chuckles, fumbling to hold himself down.You laugh at the juxtaposition of his handsome face and figure, that exudes this constantly flustered personality. You know he loves seeing his size next to you.He caresses your cheek softly, then replaces his hand with his cock. You look up at him, eyes wide and innocent. 

“Open your mouth.” his voice is stern while he gently slaps himself against your face.

“You look so fucking cute like this.” he can tell his compliment perks you up and he does not stop there.

“Come now, open that pretty little mouth for daddy.” he says, tapping his member on your lips. A bit of his precum leaks onto you and he uses the tip of his cock to spread it across your lips. The sigh that leaves his body makes your heart skip. And when you part your lips slightly, he presses down with his thumb popping himself into your mouth. Your eyes widen a bit at the surprise of the expanse he takes up ,practically engaging your gag reflex. 

“Fuck that’s good babe.” he says grabbing your hair, angling your face further up so he simply fits straight into your throat. “Mmmm.good girl. Take me just like that.” he praises. You can feel your insides light up at that positive response and can’t help yourself from feeling your pussy juices drip down your leg. He extends his arm down to you, and when you move to take it he lifts you up, swinging you over his shoulder, to the bed.He sets you down much gentler than you had expected.

“Open your legs baby” he coos while hovering over you. You try to squeeze them tighter, almost embarrassed by how much you were leaking all over his bed but, he works one strong hand in between the middle of your upper thighs and spreads them before you get the chance to continue your protest. 

“It’s to big” you protest but,he hushes you. Slowly he pushes into you, deeper and deeper, letting out a low growl once he finally finds himself fully inside. 

“That’s it darling, make space for me.” he whispers. You can’t stop the noises that escape your lips as he ruts into you,complementing and praising you the whole way.

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[mrcavill88]

My night in Hollywood

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Chris Evans x Henry Cavill x Male reader

Summary: Your first film role definitely has its ups and downs. A large pay check? Good. A kickstart to your career? Even better. But a night with three of Hollywoods leading men? The absolute best

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, daddy kink, pet names “little boy, baby, doll”, ass slapping, stripping, nipple playing, breeding kink, dick sucking, handjob, unprotected sex

Who knew being famous was so tough?

I’m constantly being bombarded by fans desperate for an autograph. The Hollywood life seems glamorous, and that it is, but not without its downside. The upside? All the hot actors in Hollywood, oh how I loved seeing a sexy man on screen. I recently landed a role on a film with some of Hollywoods leading men and holy cow was it a joyride. I walked into the hotel I would be staying at for the shooting of this film and who do I see as soon as I walk into the elevator? Henry Cavill, Sebastian Stan, and Chris Evans.

The scarlet color on my face is noticeable as I instantly start fanboying over the three buff men. “Hello there, you’re y/n right? I’m Henry, pleasure to meet you love”. He stuck his thick hand out and I shook it with much ebullience. I took my spot in the elevator, right in between Sebastian and Chris, feeling so small next to the 6 feet men.

What was in reality 30 seconds felt like 3 hours in the elevator. Sweat building up on my forehead as the men continued to spark conversation with me. My words fumbled and completely shaky. We reached my floor and I bolted out the doors and hastily walked to my room and instantly shut the door. I was a mess. My chest popping in and out of my body, a noticeable bulge in my tight pants. But as I went to change my clothes, a small envelope slid through my door.

“Reservation at Giovanni’s Italian cuisine for two, 7:30 pm at the luxury suite.

My baby y/n, please join me tonight for dinner, I would love to get to know you. See you soon, Sebastian”

I was fucked. Butterflies pacing through my stomach as the feeling of love and affection enveloped my soul. But was I gonna pass up this opportunity? Hell no. I checked the clock and it was currently 6:00, “how the hell did he reserve the place so quickly?” I thought. I rushed into my luggage and picked out a loose blue and white striped button up and white kakis which kinda showed off my ass.

I got into my car, put my sunglasses on and started driving to the restaurant. “What if he doesn’t like me?” “What if this is all a joke?” Thoughts filled my head as I headed to the restaurant, making me more nervous than I already was.

I walked in and it was the most classy restaurant I have ever been to. Red velvety floors covered the place with beautiful floral arrangements and classical music. “Reservation with Sebastian at 7:30, in the luxury suite,” I said to the hostess. “Right this way please,” she replied as we walked up the extravagant stairs into the luxury suite. She opened the door and

There he was

Waiting for me in a tight black polo shirt that complimented his rippling biceps, and jeans that were definitely, tight. “H-hi Sebastian,” I said with a trembling voice. He walked up to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. “Hey y/n, I’m so happy you came tonight, I hope you like this place cause I really wanted to have a great time tonight, please sit.”

I sat down in the expensive chair and couldn’t help but notice the beautiful view from the window. “Wow! This place is so nice, I can see the whole city from here!” Sebastian grabbed my hand. “Yeah it’s nice but I think I like what I see from here more,” biting his lip. I instantly started blushing, biting my lip to try and calm it down but the redness of my cheeks just got more obvious. I was completely fucked, in a desperate way to change the subject, “So, I wanna try this ravioli they got here, I heard it’s amazing”, I said trying to change the subject. “Yeah let me order, I already know what I’m getting”.

Sebastian ordered our food and I was set for the best date, and the first date, of my life. Who knew a celebrity could be so down to earth and so cordial? But of course, the physical and, sexual appeal was crazy as the Romanian man was extremely romantic.

“Oh, well I’m stuffed, we should get going. This food is pre-paid so don’t even worry about it. Should I take you home?” “Oh thanks but I drove here so I think I’ll be fine,” I answered. “Are you sure?”, he asked with a serious somewhat dour look on his face. “Uhm, actually, maybe you should,” I said nervously hoping he wouldn’t be offended.

We cleaned up and left the restaurant, he took me into his expensive car and started driving back to the hotel. Something felt off, he was being extremely seductive and touchy, grabbing my thigh and rubbing my chest. Did I like it? Of course.

I walked into the hotel and entered the elevator with him just to see two familiar faces once again, Chris and Henry.

“Oh y/n! Great to see you again! Looks like you’ve had some fun with my friend Seb huh?” Chris said with a funny expression. I couldn’t help but nod and gulp as I entered the elevator with the three men.

We were going up and all of a sudden, Sebastian presses the emergency stop button. I was completely confounded, not knowing what was going on. I tried to push the button again but the three men cornered me in this godforsaken box.

“What does this little boy think he’s doing?” Henry asked as he stroked my hair. I started to sweat, and slightly panic. “W-why’d you stop the elevator?” I said hoping this just was some kind of stupid joke. I reached for the button again until Sebastian covered my mouth with his large hand and pinned me up against the wall.

I didn’t even have time to say anything before my clothes started coming off. They started kissing and biting my body relentlessly and I couldn’t help but moan and whine. “Oh baby I wanna fuck you so bad,” Sebastian said as he and Chris started removing my shirt and pants, leaving me in my tiny little spandex.

“Lay in my lap doll,” Henry said gesturing toward me. I felt so exposed and fragile in the moment. “Count” he said as he smacked my ass cheek. I screamed and jolted a little at the surprising pain and arousal that came from it, “o-one” *SMACK* “t-two” *SMACK* “t-three”. One slap quickly became 15 as Henry continued slapping my ass cheeks until they were bright scarlet and my cheeks were soaked in tears.

“What a good boy you are, now let daddy make you feel good,” Sebastian sad as he grabbed my and gagged my mouth. I was in heaven. Henry started twisting and teasing my nipples as Chris shoved his fingers in and out of my hole. Sebastian rubbing up against my body and his dirty talk made me more aroused than I should’ve been. Cock twitching and my skin soaked in sweat. “Daddy!” I whined as my body was being violated by three sexy men. “Oh the things you do to me baby, now open up for daddy”.

Sebastian whipped out his 10 inch cock and teased my hole making more unholy noises leave my mouth. And all of a sudden, *THRUST* his dick was sliding in and out my hole at a rapid pace. Henry shoved his dick into my mouth and started fucking my face. I moaned on his dick sending vibrations up his cock. “Ugh f-fuck baby you’re so naughty. In the midst of all this sexual pleasure, Chris shoved his dick in my hand. “Come on baby, make me cum,” he said as I started jerking him off.

I was gonna lose it, my body completely drowned in pleasure. “D-addy, I c-can’t take it! I’m gonna c-cum daddy!”. “C-come on baby, w-wait for your daddies, don’t be a s-selfish little b-boy”. At those words, my cock shot a load of cum onto Sebastian’s broad chest. Sebastian felt my hole tighten around his cock and came in my hole, filling my walls with his warm and sticky baby batter. I was completely cum drunk. I collapsed onto Henry’s chest. The three men held me in their strong embrace as the night neared its end, nothing could have ruined this night, except the fact that we were in a damn elevator.

THE END

Thanks for reading everyone hope y’all enjoyed it! (I know it kinda sucks)

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[viking-raider]

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT > PART TWO

Summary-> It's a lovely first morning for Alexa and Henry, as they continue to learn about one another, and filming their new marriage gets serious.

Pairing-> Henry Cavill/OFC (Alexa)

Word Count-> 3k

Parts-> I

Warnings-> PG: Arranged Marriage, Language, Banter

Inspiration-> Nick and Vanessa Lachey’s Love is Blind on Netflix.

Author’s Note-> My apologies if any of the information on Alexa's T1 is incorrect. I'm willing to take advice. But there’s not many to do. I hope you enjoy! Line divider by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS!

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– The Honeymoon –

Stirring, Alexa no longer felt the engulfing warmth of Henry's body against her back and rolled onto hers. Looking to his side of the bed, she found it empty. Casting her eyes out of the mountain of blankets, she discovered her husband's silhouette against the sparkling sun, standing on the veranda and enjoying a cup of coffee. A sleepy smirk pulled across her lips, sitting up and brushing the loose strands of snow-white hair out of her face.

“Morning.” Henry said with a low rumble, coming to stand in the open door.

“Good morning.” Alexa greeted him back, stretching and sighing, feeling a bit jet-lagged from their flight, but nothing that would affect their day. “How long have you been up?” She asked, glancing at the clock on her nightstand, reading it was almost noon.

“An hour or two.” He answered, taking a deep swallow of his coffee. “I've just been enjoying the nice weather, until you woke up, so we could have breakfast.”

“You've been waiting for my lazy tush to get out of bed, to eat breakfast?” Alexa gasped, looking at him with surprise.

“I have.” Henry smirked, amused. “I don't mind. Besides, Riah called not long after I woke up, to tell me they'll be here at two, to start filming us.”

“Lovely.” She gulped, looking down at the blankets pooled around her waist, chewing on her lip for a moment. “Well, I'll get up and dress, while you order us breakfast!” She said, sliding to the edge of the bed.

“Do you want anything specific?” He asked, cocking his head at her, sensing an odd energy from her.

“Um, if they have oatmeal and whole-grain toast, definitely bananas, and a fruit smoothie, soy-milk.” She rambled off, heading into the closet for her clothing.

Henry smiled, amused at her appetite. “Will do, love.”

“Oh!” Alexa gasped, popping back out of the closet, stopping Henry on his way out of the bedroom. “No strawberries! I'm super allergic to them. Like, we'll spend our honeymoon in the hospital with anaphylactic shock.”

“Definitely no strawberries.” Henry shook his head, blue eyes big with concern.

Alexa nodded at him, then disappeared back into the closet. Henry came back a short time later, to find her sitting cross legged on the closet floor, a kit unfolded before her.

“What are you doing?” He asked, frowning down at her.

“I'm reapplying my insulin pump and glucose sensor.” She replied, frowning up at him, before recalling Henry hadn't been in the room nor awake, when she checked her levels. “I have Type One diabetes. I was diagnosed when I was eight years old, after getting sick. I'm sorry, I didn't tell you. I should have, but it's such a part of my life, wearing my pump and sensor, or pricking my finger and using my insulin pens, that sometimes I don't think to tell new people in my life I have it.” She explained to him, gulping.

“Unless it's someone that needs to know.” Alexa added, quietly.

“And your new husband isn't one of those people?” Henry asked, moving to squat in front of her, looking over everything she had laid out. “What if your sugars dropped and you got sick or something? I'd have no idea what was wrong with you. I'd have no clue how to take care of you. What dose to give you. What to tell the emergency doctors, when I rushed you to the hospital.”

The look of terrified worry on Henry's face formed a small, nauseous lump in Alexa's throat.

“Well, I can show you, if you want?” She said, smiling softly at him. “I just started this.” She told him, motioning to the equipment.

“I'd like that.” He replied, nodding and sitting down with her.

“All right.” Alexa grinned, wiggling in her spot. “So, I use this-” She held up an applicator between her fingers. “This is my Dexcom G-Six, glucose sensor and applicator, it pairs to my phone via Bluetooth.” She picked up her phone with her other hand, showing Henry the screen. “And an app I have on it. Through that, it checks my levels every five minutes. It tells me what my levels are, where they were and are heading.”

Henry nodded his head, listening intently. “All right. Where does it go?”

“It goes right here on my arm.” Alexa answered, using the corner of her phone to tap the back of her arm, before setting it down to pick up a single-use alcohol swab. “I need to clean the spot I'm going to put the sensor in, obviously.” She explained, ripping open the swab and cleaning the meaty area at the back of her arm. “While I do that, you want to do something for me?” She asked, cocking a brow at him.

“Of course, what do you need?” Henry asked, perking up.

“In that little pocket of my kit, there are over-patches—they'll help keep my sensor on my arm, they're different patterns.” She told him, with an amused smirk. “Why don't you pick one for me to put on it.”

Henry smirked back at her. “I can do that.” He nodded, pulling the five or six sealed patches out and filed through them, looking at the designs. “This one seems appropriate.” He decided, holding up a patch with cartoon-ish, blue, gray and black whales.

“Excellent choice!” Alexa agreed, picking up the applicator and pressing it to the sterilized area of her arm, hissing softly. “It's as simple as that really.” She said, setting the applicator aside, rubbing her finger around the edge of the initial adhesive. “Other than holding down on the button for a few seconds, to make sure the sensor and my phone pair.” She added, pressing down on it for a moment, then held her hand out for the over-patch, taking it from Henry and removing the clear film, to carefully seal it around the sensor.

“That one is done!” She giggled, wiggling her brows at him.

“I'm guessing you also have dietary needs.” Henry said, watching her fiddle with another device.

“I do have several things on my do not eat list, yes.” Alexa nodded, eyes on her task.

“Strawberries being one of them.”

“That's one of them, on the longer list.” She chuckled, looking up at him. “I'm generally on a low-carbs diet. A lot of sugary items and fried foods. Fruits, veggies, whole-grain, etc are great for me.” She listed off for him, watching the wheels of his brain turn through the blue of his eyes. “So, this is my insulin pump, Omnipod. It's a tubeless insulin pump that gives me three days worth of insulin, before I have to change it. My Dexcom and Omnipod talk to each other, so it knows how much insulin I need, without me having to do much of anything, besides making sure I'm eating and drinking right, and staying active.”

“That's great.” Henry nodded, sucking his bottom lip in between his teeth as he watched her.

“So, this is a bit of a process.” She told him, opening a fresh Omnipod package. “I need to fill this syringe with about a hundred and thirty units of my insulin for the next three days.” She instructed him, opening the box with her Humalog insulin vial.

“You need to draw it straight out of the bottle?” He frowned, watching her use a alcohol swab and clean the top of the vial, before taking a syringe that was provided with her Omnipod out.

“Yes, unfortunately things like this aren't customizable.” Alexa answered, carefully twisting on the needle part of the syringe, drawing the plunger back, inserting the needle into the vial, then proceeding to draw the amount of insulin she needed into it. “Maybe, someday in the future.” She said, looking up at him, a small glitter of hope in her eyes. “Now that I have the insulin in the syringe, I just insert it here, into this little hole, and push it in, filling the pod for the next seventy-three hours and we wait for it to prime.”

“Where do you put this one?”

“I can put it on my arms, like my Dexcom, but on the opposite arm it's on. My thighs or my stomach. I usually prefer to have them both on the backs of my arms. But since we're on our honeymoon, I'm just going to pop it on my stomach.” She told him, tapping the screen of the Omnipod's control screen, recording where she was placing it, then stood up.

“It's easy standing.” She told Henry's expression, cleaning the spot on her stomach and securing the pod over it.

“Is that it?” Henry asked, as she sat down again, but leaning back slightly.

“No, now I need to let the Pod know it's in place, so it can insert the little tub that'll deliver my insulin.” She answered, tapping the control screen again, causing a couple soft clicks to fill the space between them, before a sharper one and her small jolt. “Now, it's done.” She smiled at him, taking an over-patch and securing it around the pump.

“That is quite the process.” He commented, shaking his head. “And you've been doing this since you were eight.”

“Mmhm.” She nodded, sighing softly. “Just second nature now. It's gotten easier over the years. Especially, with the new medications that have come out and the technology. So, who knows what science will come up with next!”

“A cure, hopefully.”

“That would be lovely.” Alexa nodded, a dreamy look on her face. “But I don't see that in my lifetime.”

“You never know.” Henry cooed, winking at her.

“True, I never thought I'd get married, and here I am.” She giggled, tucking away her equipment and zipping up her kit, before picking up the rubbish.

“What about your pens?” Henry asked, looking up at her.

“Oh, I don't need those, unless I'm not using my pump or my levels drop too low for it.” She answered, moving around him to exit the closet.

“But,” Henry climbed to his feet, following after her. “Why didn't you wear them yesterday, when we married?”

Alexa sighed, her shoulders slumping. “I didn't want them to be seen through my dress.” She confessed, biting her lip and looking at him over her shoulder. “So, I took them off and just monitored my levels though finger pricks and my pens.”

“And our flight home?”

“I was too tired to go through the process of putting them on.”

Henry sighed, cocking his head at her, a tender expression on his face. “I wish you had said something. I would have helped.”

“I know.” Alexa whispered, smiling at him. “I'm learning you're quite the attentive person, Henry Cavill.”

“I love taking care of those around me.” He replied, reaching out to touch her cheek with his index finger. “Especially my wife.”

“Mmm.” She blushed, nose wrinkling cutely.

The doorbell sounded, reminding them that breakfast had arrived for them. Henry opened the door for the room service butler, while Alexa headed out onto the veranda off the kitchen, making herself comfortable at the table there. Facing towards the glittering strip of beach and ocean, the call of seabirds as they swooped down for their own breakfasts.

“Isn't it lovely out?” Henry asked, coming out to join her.

“It really is.” She nodded, reclining in her seat and casting an eye over the trolley the butler was bringing out. “You picked quite the spread.” She commented, feeling her stomach rumble, looking over the plates of food.

Henry blushed slightly, taking a seat across from her. “Yeah, I get a bit of an appetite after jet-lag.” He admitted, nodding appreciatively at the butler, who stopped the trolley beside the table and excused himself. “That's a Mango and Banana smoothie from their menu, that I ordered for you, with your request of soy-milk.” Henry explained, motioning to the glass on the cart.

“I hope that's all right?”

“That's more than fine.” She assured him, grabbing her toast and oatmeal with a couple of banana slices in it. “They're both good for me.” She commented, picking up the cool and sweaty glass, taking a sip of the soy-milk smoothie and hummed with approval. “I don't remember the last time I had a mango, but that is delicious!” She smiled, setting the glass beside her bowl, then fixed her arctic-blue eyes on Henry.

“So, Husband, what do you want to do today?” She asked, picking up her spoon to dig into her oatmeal.

“I'm not sure.” Henry hummed, pausing in eating his fork full of his ham and cheese omelet. “We could just go about and check out the island.” He suggested, taking the bite and chewing, before sitting back for a moment. “You mentioned yesterday there's a lot of good walking trails and sites to see. Like, waterfalls.”

“Yeah.” Alexa nodded, mulling it over, nursing her smoothie. “We will have the film crew following us around, like lost puppies as well.” She reminded him, biting the corner of her lip. “Give us the moment to get used to them practically stalking us.”

Henry heaved a sigh, picking up the coffee pot and poured himself a fresh cup. “That's also true.” He replied, dumping a single sugar into it. “I'm used to a camera only following me around in a studio or a specific location. Not all day, every day. For every moment of my life.”

“For any entire year of our life.” She added, cocking a brow at him.

“Mmhm.” He nodded, sipping his steaming coffee. “Let's find a trail.” He said, digging his phone out of his pocket and pulling up Google.

Alexa slid her chair over closer to Henry and cocked her head over his shoulder to see his screen, watching him scroll through, best hiking trails in Tamarindo. “Oh, that one has a waterfall and a hot spring we could swim in.” She commented, pointing one of them out. “Be a good place to relax for a short bit, before we head back.” She suggested, looking up at Henry.

“I mean, I have to make sure my husband's old bones can make it back.” She teased, an impish smirk curling up the corners of her mouth as her blue eyes sparkled.

Looking at her, Henry pressed his lips together, his eyes both roguish and cool. “Ha-ha.” He replied, carefully knocking her with his shoulder, but grinned as Alexa giggled at him, resting her chin on his shoulder and hugging her arms around his torso.

Henry stared into her eyes, feeling his throat tighten with her body pressed against his, her smiling face close to his. Licking his lips, he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, cutting off her giggle with soft and surprised gasp. Alexa's eyes flared, staring into Henry's, that were still open and looking at her, measuring her reaction to him kissing her. But she had done the same thing as she did on the altar the day before. Alexa returned his kiss, her hand twisting up the fabric at the back of his tank top and tugging him closer to her; her eyes fluttering shut.

Sighing softly, Henry's hand lifted to grip the back of Alexa's neck, pulling her against his body and holding her there as they deepened the kiss, lips moving slow and gentle. But it didn't last, as Henry got a creeping feeling of being watched and cracked an eye open, finding Riah stepping out onto the veranda with them, a broad grin on her face.

“The doorbell broken?” He asked, moving away from Alexa, feeling a protective bubble form in the pit of his stomach, resting a hand on her back, seeing Alexa's face flush bright red, hiding away from them, until she got control of herself.

“No.” Riah answered, unperturbed. “I used it. I just guess the two of you were too distracted to hear it, so I let myself in.” She explained, holding up a spare key to their villa. “Nice to see the two of you are getting comfortable with one another.”

“You can say that.” Alexa rasped, turning back towards the conversation, licking her lips. “So,” She looked down at her watch, then cocked her brow at the other woman. “You're early.”

“Yeah, we figured we'd come over and start setting up. Go over a few things.” Riah told her, unbothered as the cameraman from yesterday appeared from behind her. “This is Jesse, he'll be the cameraman following you around for a majority of your year together, unless something should come up.” She explained to Alexa and Henry, motioning to Jesse, who gave them a small wave and nod. “A large portion of the time, it'll just be Jesse filming you. Wherever you go, he'll be with you. Until you get home, that is.”

“Then, we get privacy, I hope.” Alexa commented, under her breath, picking up her smoothie to finish off what was left.

“Not completely.” Riah retorted, arching a brow at her. “We'll have at least one camera in all the rooms, but the bathroom, for obvious reasons. They'll roll until a certain point, then will be shut off and the footage will be edited for your privacy and the show's content.”

Henry glanced over at Alexa, hearing her quiet groan. “I suppose, it's what we signed up for.” He said, trying to sound confident.

“It's exactly what you both signed up for.” Riah reminded them, looking between him and Alexa. “So, what are the two of you doing today?” She asked, folding her arms. “Other than sucking face.” She added with a quip.

“We decided,” Henry replied, clearing his throat. “to go on a hike. There's a nice trail with a waterfall and hot spring we want to check out and enjoy.”

“Marvelous.” Riah grinned, excited to film the two of them on an outing. “Jesse will get set up and the two of you can just go about as if he's not even here.”

“Right.” Alexa nodded, staring into the bottom of her glass, before looking up at Henry, finding him gazing at her.

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[witchersmistress]

Punishment Time

Hello my darlings!! Here is something special for ya!

Trigger warnings: BDSM, bondage, restraints, p in the v, oral sex both m and receving and giving, riding, bodily threats, bodily fluids, voyerisum and dedrigation

Word count: 3.9k

As you walk down the long corridor, your heels clicking on the back tile floor, you find the 2 men in question.. Walter Marshall and August Walker. Walter leaned against the wall with a cold indifference, August was sitting on his cot. Syverson was the only one who wasnt down here but that mother fucker was on thin ice himself. 

August went to speak, but you brought your finger to your ruby red lips and shushed him “You are not allowed to speak” turning on your heels, making your way over to Walter’s cage. Eyeing him through the bars,  casually wrap one hand around them “ My my” you purr “ you look good on the other side of these bars” crossing his arms and releasing a sigh,” Words whispered through prison bars lose their charm”  his chilling british accent gliding over your skin, like a chill on a cool autumn day. Relishing as the goosebumps work up your arm, to the side of your neck and down your spine with a sharp zing. Cracking your neck to relieve some tension, he may be the quieter one of the three but he was just as dangerous and deadly as they were. August let out an amused snort as he walked towards the bars and stuffed his hands in his pockets. Moving to the side, opening the black hutch that sits nicely against the wall, that housed a number of assorted goods with their own spaces nestled in the red velvet lining. 

From crops to whips, floggers, chains, various kinds of body clamps and butt plugs. Everything that made your inner dominatrix purr with delight. “I think the fuck not” August piped up from his cell “Nope no, no thank you ma’am” clucking your tongue at your silly pet “oh sweet boy” pulling a ballgag from its spot in the hutch and walked towards him, casually running you fingers across his cage as you approached him “What makes you think you have a choice?”

Grabbing his restrains just outside his prison, you motion for his hands, with a rough sigh he agrees and put his hands in the slots, he is going to try and over power me, that's his typical style, but i've learned in these last several years, attaching another chain to the restraints before locking them in place around his wrist. He pulled his hands back and fiddled with the secondary chain as I opened the door. “What is that for?” Walter asked, I cocked a brow at him as I turned and responded, leaving you back exposed to August, just like he taught me to never do. “Well it will control and restrain his movements, he may have been sealthy but he wasn't quick enough, with the touch of a button on the side of his cage, that chain tightened and halted him in his tracks. “What in the actual hell” August hissed as he pulled on the restraints, causing the chain to tighten and be pulled into the floor, the more he pulled the short his leash got, turning to see him on the floor, absolutely seething with rage.

Taking the ball gag in your hand, I waited “Look at you such a good boy, on your knees for me” he was pissed, his eyes were hard, Walter laughed “Wally, don't you start, your punishment will be far worse.” he stopped and went back to observing. Kneeling so you were face to face with Walker. Tilting his head up with your index finger, smiling at him as he, his eyes, the anger and lust flaring in his irises, he was pissed but he was turned on. “Good boy” you murmur, he opens his mouth to argue with you and you pop the ball gag in and secure it behind his head. Now he was beyond angry, looking him up and down slowly, with his hands bound in front of him and his mouth bound in silence, he was delectable. His breath short and heavy as he tried to calm himself, the bulging biceps begging to rip free from his button down shirt, his tie hanging loosely around his neck and his thick cock was hard in his black slacks. Sitting back on your heels, you enjoyed the sight before you. It wasn't often a powerful man like himself could be brought to his knees and caged like a wild animal, but he broke the rules.

Carefully navigating from  sitting on your heels to sitting on your ass, thighs and knees pressed tightly together as you tip off your heels gently tossing them aside “What's the matter? Can’t  handle it?” his eyes narrowed and he let out what sounded like a grumble low in his chest. The hairs stand on your arms and the back of your neck. It's a love-hate relationship with  these men. Grabbing the ends on the tight black skirt, dragging it up your thighs till it bunches at your waist leaving you in your red bottomed thigh highs and black lace garter belt and matching black thong. Fiddling with the thin strap of the thong. Grabbing it and letting it go. Walter was groaning in the background but you chose to ignore him, his punishment later.

Dragging them slowly down your legs, till they were dangling around one ankle and directly in August's face. His pupils dilating and contracting with lust and anger, like he was torn unsure of what he wanted, did he not want to get free or did he want to break free and fuck you so hard that you forgot your own damn name. Both ideas had their appeals but for his punishment, he would remain restrained, spreading your legs open so he could get a good look at what he cant have, watching him struggling to free himself was an absolute power trip. Keeping one hand on the floor to support yourself, while the other one creeped down the front of your torso, over the bunched skirt and down to your soaking wet core.

 With 2 fingers you separate your lips for August to get a better look, dragging your middle finger through your center, inside your aching cunt. Letting out a few soft whimpers as you circle around your clit. His breathing became faster as he watched you play with yourself. Reluctantly pulling your fingers away, cleaning them off and shifting so you were back on your knees, moving to a standing position and walking past August  hitting the release button on the chain. He went to move “ Tsk tsk tsk” pushing him back down to the ground with your foot. Undoing the restraints so he could move his hands but he was still attached to the chain on the floor.

Moving away from him you cast a glance at Walter who is sitting on the bed with his hard cock in his hand “Don't you dare play with yourself” he grumbled as you walked away. Sitting on the chest at the end of the bed, you cross your legs and beckon August forward with one finger, he began to rise to his feet, shaking your head and clicking your tongue, “ On the ground, crawl” He grabbed his tie and throwing it over his shoulder as he began to crawl on his hands and knee towards you. Drunk on the power this gives you, you take advantage. Leaning forward as he approaches, you grab him by his tie and tug him up to a kneeling position. Reattaching the cuffs and removing the chain, and grabbing his tie, “Come pet” pulling him along behind you towards the back wall where the floor had slopped, unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders and down to his wrist, as you moved to lock in each wrist, pulling off the shirt and discard it to the floor. Making sure he was secure before stepping back.

Pulling the lever and raising his arms above his head, looking up at his broad chest, his pale skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Reaching down, you pull at his belt, undoing it and sliding it from his pants before dropping it to the floor. Walking back to the hutch, you grab the  29 inch, black leather flogger and walk back over to him. His eyes widen in surprise, dragging the flogger up his chest and back down again before pulling it back and flogging him, he jumps back at the sensation, his abdominal muscles spasming at the sensation. Giggling with delight, you do it again, his look becoming less amused by the minute.

The tent in his pants is telling another story, licking your lips, you unbutton his trouser, pulling out his large bulge and gripping it firmly. What sounded like a hiss came from his caged mouth, releasing his thick erection from the confines of his boxer briefs, the rosie head of his cock pointed straight at your face, the head glistening with pre-cum. No matter how many times you've seen it, it still takes your breath away. Licking your lips looking up at his eyes, his pupils so large you could barely see any signs of that beautiful blue color. Opening your mouth and just hovering over the tip of his cock. you take him into your mouth, and he releases a deep groan as you flick your tongue around. 

A small amount of salty precum slides into your mouth, mingling with your saliva.  using it to further wet his shaft. Exploring the long, steely muscles with your tongue, I flick around the silken skin at the head to the piercings just below.  lapping a line up the tight cord beneath before traveling further, tonguing the slit. He bucks slightly when you do that, so you do it again. And again. I feel his thighs tighten. He struggles against his restraints and fails miserably, his breath is heaving and strained against the ballgag. Watching him struggle was an intoxicating and powerful feeling.

Taking him in your mouth slowly, taking you time, teasing and slow as the head of his cock breaches your lips.  The veins below his skin pulse under your attention. Halfway down the solid muscle, you hit the first piercings , gagging slightly. Sliding back up his erection, even after all this time you still get caught up on his piercings, I swear that motherfucker is laughing at me, I uncover you teeth and gently drag them across the top of his cock, he tries to jerk back, gripping one of his thighs, I dig you nails into his firm flesh as he stills. Scolding him with your eyes, he glares at you. 

 you immediately dive again, this time getting a tiny bit deeper. He hisses. A moan leaves you. A rumble of your enjoyment reverberates around his cock, provoking his pelvis to thrust upward. After a few bobs of your head, you get a rhythm, sliding down with pressure and dragging your tongue along the lower knot of skin on the withdrawal, while he jerks against the chains that bind his hands high above his head. Bracing yourself on his thighs and taking his cock, all the way down your throat, gagging slightly and tears forming as he piston his hips, his groans become grunts. His muscles tighten, contort. Then he explodes in a violent rush, flooding your mouth with his cum, shaking and pulsing through the moment. You  swallow, but it's thick and powerful shots of hot fluid. You love the indecency of it, the virility. The rawness. You love bringing him that kind of pleasure.

Giving him one last suck, he hissed around the gag as you popped his semi hard cock out of your mouth. Sticking out your tongue to show him that you did indeed swallow everything like a good girl. He groaned and pulled against his restraints, slowly rising to your feet, you bite and kiss your way up his chiseled torso, standing on your tiptoes to reach his scruffy face, kissing along his jawline before nipping at his bottom lip. He was trying his utmost best to stay still but that wild beast that was beating beneath his cold and calculated edges was thrashing to break free, trailing your hands up his chest, then his neck and slowly to the back of his head, within a few moments, the gag was undone, stepping back, watching him pant you grab a bottle of water and bring it to him. Drinking it greedily, causing it to spill down his chin and chest. 

you pull the bottle away and watching him catch his breath he says “You've had your fun now let me out” throwing you head back, laughing  wickedly, “Oh no darling, I'm not done with you yet.” sliding his black slacks all the way off, just leaving him in his black boxer briefs with his cock hanging out was a sight you'd never forget. Stepping back till your knees touch the back of the cool leather sofa, pulling your bunched up skirt from around your waist till it was a puddle at your feet, undoing the buttons on your shirt, letting it join your skirt on the floor. Unclipping your bra and sliding the straps down your shoulders before letting it fall free. “Fuuuck” you heard Walter say from behind you, while August just stared on. Grabbing a handful of your breast you bring them up, giving them a squeeze and massaging them before letting them drop back down. His cock was now standing at full attention as you meander back to the hutch.

Bending at the waist, you shake your ass at them while you retrieve a different set of restraints, a toy and some lube  from the drawer. Standing up and turning back round with said items, August was the first one to speak up “Absolutely not, don't even think about it” he shifted trying to get away from you. Walter howled with laughter. “ Mr. Big bad CIA man is afraid that she is going to shove that up your ass” August sneered at Walter “Do you even hear yourself, you sound so stupid” more laughter erupted from Walter as they continued to go back and forth with one another. Putting the toy and lube down, I moved to stand it from August and unclasped the handcuffs and placed them under each wrist restraint. Release the lever and lower his arms and take off the wrist restraints leaving the handcuffs in place, as you move back to the leather sofa and spread your legs wide when you sit. August stretched his limbs before walking towards you and dropping back to his knees in front of you. Taking one stocking covered foot and dragging it up his arm before resting your ankle on his shoulder. He turned his head and began kissing a trail up your leg, beginning to hum, you just watching him. “What are you feeling right now?” he asked softly, looking around the spacious room, flicking your eyes to Walter than back to August 

My breathing escalates. “Confined.”

“Trapped?” he volleys back. My mouth tightens because while a part of me wants to say yes, the truth is that I don’t.

 I feel… safe.

 Protected. 

Treasured.

“One day, you will realize that you are not trapped in a cage,” he murmurs roughly. “You are in your church where I am your God, and you are your equal. I’m not a cage, little one, I am your sanctuary.” your mouth dries. The tip of your tongue darts out, wetting your bottom lip and swiping across his lips. Just a brush, but enough to light a spark. An answering growl arises as you ask, “Does that make me a goddess?” He pulls you impossibly closer, his lips now pressed against yours lightly. “Little one, you rule the fucking kingdom, and I will gladly bow to you.” letting  him ensnare your lips between his in a vicious kiss before pulling away, your breath left behind. He goes to recapture them and growls when you evade him once more. Keeping your mouth dangerously close, whispering  against his tongue, “Prove it.” “Mmm,” he hums, the sound of a beast growling from the depths of darkness. “I do enjoy being on your knees for you,” he murmurs, nipping at your lips playfully. This time, he’s the one to evade you, instead biting and licking until your bristling with need. He only teases for a few moments before his mouth is crashing on to yours. The inferno in your body escapes from your throat and ignites our connected lips. Without thought, you arch into him, desperate to feel more of him against you..

your eyes roll as his tongue laps up your cunt, circling your clit and spearing into you opening. It’s too much—too good. I force myself to find something to focus on, to draw out the pleasure. My gaze locks on Walter, it rivals the husky moans falling from you lips. But I lose focus, and it all fades to black as his teeth join in, sucking and biting before easing the sting with his tongue. “Fucking nirvana,” he murmurs before suctioning you clit into his mouth. I cry out, pleasure consuming me whole. And he’s right. The way August eats pussy is nirvana. It doesn’t take long before his tongue lashes at you clit in just the right way that an orgasm explodes out of me before I can process it. Your screams echo in the open  space as he swallows everything you have to give him. Clamping your thighs around his head as you ride out the waves of your orgasm, his mouth is still on you but moving slowly, his tongue lazily answering each pulse ofmyour flesh with one of its own. Running your fingers into his hair and grabbing pulling him off when it becomes to much, he looks up at you, his face glistening with your arousal. 

Leaning back to catch your breath, he stands from his kneeling position, hands still bound in front of him, he sits on the sofa next to you. Looking at his thick hard shaft, you cant help but want to give him on last punishment. Signaling for him to raise his arms, you slide under them so they are behind your back as you straddle his massive thighs and fist the base of his shaft before rolling your  hips, gliding your pussy up to the tip, then down to the base again, pulling a deep grumble from the monster just lurking beneath the glassy surface of his blue eyes.

Closing your eyes  as you rubs your  clit against his shaft,  “Just stay like this,” you whispers, repeating the motion again and again until your certain he was going lose the battle against the monster and snap my neck like a goddamn toothpick. Positioning the head of his cock at your weeping entrance. You slow lower yourself until just the head of his cock is seated inside you.

Refusing to sink all the way down on his shaft, he growls at you  “Patience, tell me what I want to hear and then maybe i'll sink a bit lower” bringing yourself down, slightly lower than you was previously sitting on him. He rolled his head back with a groan “ alright, im sorry for not listening to you and being a stubborn jackass, now if you dont not sit down in the next three seconds i will break free of these cuffs and fuck you like i hate you” your spin snapped straight as you sunk the rest of the way on his hard thick length. Taking a moment to adjust to his size.

“I swear to fucking God, baby  if you don’t move right fucking now—” slapping a hand over his  mouth, and gyrating your hips as you speak “Shh, baby,” you whispers, a slight grin curling her lips. The look in his eyes tells me that you have won. But I already knew that from the minute he followed me down here.

“I’m in control, Walker. Not you. Me.”

That's when I heard the tell tale sign of metal snapping his hands come from behind my  back. One hand went to your throat and the other one when to your hip, grabbing your jaw he made me look at him while he held your gaze

“Ride me, baby. I want to feel your pussy grip every inch of your cock.” “Fuck, I can’t,”  groaning, your body still working to adjust to the sheer size of him

. “You have five seconds before I rearrange your organs,” he threatens. It does the job, kicking your ass into high gear and immediately rising up and sliding back down slowly. After a few different readjustments, you finally found an angle that allows me to completely seat yourself on August without feeling him come up your throat. With this new angle, he hits that perfect spot he was abusing moments before., your nails digging deeper as you movements quicken. August draws me in, bringing you body flush with his. One arm curls around you waist while the other hand tears through you wet hair, yanking you head to the side and giving him access to devour you neck. I cry out, you hips moving frantically and erratically as his teeth bite the sensitive skin below you ear. you nipples scrape against his chest, sending delicious shivers straight to you pussy.

“That’s it, baby,” he croons into you ear. “Your sweet little pussy is gripping you cock so fucking tight.” The arm that was curled around you waist is now wedging between our bodies until his thumb reaches you clit. you head kicks back as I let out a feral cry of you own. you eyes are rolling, and I can hardly breathe past the orgasm curling in you stomach. It’s too much. Too powerful. your movements grow choppy and uneven as your core tightens unbearably. “August,” I grind out through clenched teeth, sweat forming on your forehead. I don’t know what I’m asking for, but I think I know what I need.  The salvation he so steadily promised me. 

The hand in your hair grips tighter until strands are ripping from your scalp. His fiery eyes catch mine. “Let me feel you fall in love again,” he whispers. you can no longer hold on. your vision goes dark, the pleasure binding and dynamic as the orgasm rips through you, tearing everything in your body to shreds. you fight, your willpower, and your goddamn heart.  screaming so loudly, your throat grows hoarse. “Fuck!” August  shouts, and your vision clears enough to watch his own head kick back, the veins in his arms bulging and traveling all the way up to his neck.

He bares his teeth, a roar that can only come from the depths of Hell vibrating throughout the room. His cock becomes impossibly thicker before he grabs ahold of me with both arms, forcing me to still as he spills inside of me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grinds out through clenched teeth, each word punctuated by a thrust of his hips. your pussy milks him dry, wringing out every last drop until you're impossibly full of him. His seed nearly bursts from you when he pulls out, the thick semen streaming down your legs like the raindrops on a window. Our heavy breathing and the pounding of your heart is the only thing left to listen to. Slowly climbing off him  feeling his cum leaking down your thighs, you look over at Walter, " Now Wally, it's your turn"

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[cardierreh15]

𝐇 𝐎 𝐋 𝐌 𝐄 𝐒

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧!

𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤!!!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 18+: 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 , 𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 , 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 , 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐞 , 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 , 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 .

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐍𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚, 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐬 (𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥) 𝐱 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐉𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐠 (𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐂)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.4𝐊

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 - 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐈. 𝐄𝐱𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐎𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐬.

‘Doubt thou stars are fire;

Doubt that the sun doth move;

Doubt truth to be a liar;

But never doubt I love’

Her friend looked up from her own book to her beloved friend’s face, then her eyes fell back to the book she held in her palms. ‘Hamlet again? I swear, one would get tired of that tale.’

Anastasia pressed her lips together as she marked her page and shut the book close. ‘And what are you reading? Some foolish Grimm tale. Shakespeare is one of the—‘

‘—“Finest literature artists known to man, blah , blah, blah.” Lighten up, Ana.’ She said softly as she placed her book down on the side of her and folded her dainty arms across her chest.

The sound of hooves hitting the cobblestone outside somehow seem louder for the moment. Anastasia looked out of the small window, her soft gray eyes catching a quick glimpse of people’s faces. The tension in the carriage was beyond compare and could be sliced by a knife.

‘We’ve been planning this trip for weeks on end. You never seem to want to stop talking about it. But now that we’re here… you don’t have much to say.’ Her friend said softly, in deep concern. ‘What is wrong?’

‘What if he can’t help? What if it’s too late? What if he doesn’t take the money and what if he doesn’t want to help?’ She asked in worry.

Her friend pressed her lips together as her head fell to the side, she parted her lips to speak but then the carriage came to a stop. The girls looked up in the air before looking back at one another. ‘We must’ve made it. Look, I know you’re worried but it won’t hurt to knock on his door and ask... right?’ She placed her hand on Ana’s arm in reassurance. 

‘I suppose you’re right Nadia.’ 

‘Of course I am!’ The woman giggled and jerked her head towards the coach door, ‘Let’s get to it then.’

Once out of the coach, the girls looked around the bustling city. It was more busier than where they were raised. Just on the outskirts of London. ‘Here we are. Baker St. At least we know the flat really exists!’ Nadia smirked pulling her fan out of her bosom, and dropping it open. 

‘Were you having doubts that it didn’t?’

‘Well, the man of his caliber surely had to be a myth or a legend. There’s no case that have went unsolved when placed in his care. So, perhaps I did.’ 

Ana smirked and looked at the door before the both of them. 

‘Ladies!’ the coachman called out, ‘How long?’ 

Ana turned around and looked up at the man with a complex expression, ‘I truly have no idea. Perhaps one of us will come down to let you know... if that is alright?’ 

‘Sure thing ma’am. I’m after all on your dime. I will be here.’ Then he gave them a simple bow of the head with a smile. 

‘Thank you William.’ Anastasia sighed softly and looked over at Nadia, and Nadia looked over at Ana. ‘what do we got to lose?’ She shrugged as she forced her legs forward towards the apartments entrance.

***

The two girls stood in front of the door, wide eyed and in disbelief. ‘Ohhhh, ohhh this is a bad idea!’ Ana took a step back and placed a hand over her cleavage. Her breathing began to hitch and lose rhythm. And with each breath, her chest grew tighter and tighter. She felt like the weight of the world was sitting on her chest and she wanted to throw up. Ana was panicking. 

‘No, no... Ana,’ Her friend said her name in a whisper and grabbed her arms to ensure she’d keep her balance. ‘We have come way too far now. We have to see him. If we don’t do this now Ana, we’ll never find out who it was who murdered your family!’ 

Ana’s big gray eyes looked up into her friend’s brown hues. Thick warm tears started to burn at her eyelids. She remembered that day as if it occurred yesterday. 

Anastasia was coming home to visit from University of Manchester. She was passing all of her classes with flying colors and even made the deans list! She hadn’t been home all semester and thought it would have been a good idea to surprise her mother and brother. 

The girl stepped off of the coach with a grin as big and bright as the sun and crept her way all the way down the cobblestoned path and then the wooden porch. She paced back and forward, careful not to make a sound; she contemplated on how to surprise her family. But strange dark droplets captured her view on the gray wooden finish. 

She squat down, rubbing her fingertips over the substance but it had been dry. Ana alarmingly, opened the door and she was hit with a distinctive, dreadful stench. Only one thing smelled like this and it not only caused her stomach to twist with disgust, but drop in the sense of doom. 

Ana coughed out, clenching her stomach as if she was trying to hold the contents in her gut, ‘MA! JEREMY?!’ 

No answer. 

Scared out of this world, Ana stumbled inside and covered her mouth and nose. ‘MAMA?’ She called out as she walked into the living room to find her mother and brother slain on the living room carpet. Their heads bashed in with a candlestick that had been a family heirloom. Passed through their family through generations. 

Flies and maggots covered their corpses and the dried up blood and brain fragments. She felt as if her heart had been ripped out of her chest and her soul had been stolen from the depths of her. A blood curdling scream left her chest, and a wail soon followed. 

She could never get that image out of her head. No matter how hard she tried; it was the cause of her sleepless nights. 

***

Nadia blinked as her friend stared into her eyes, ‘Take a deep breath... with me..’ The two girls inhaled together and then exhaled gently. ‘Two more times... come on.’ Nadia demanded. 

Ana nodded and followed her friend’s lead with the breathing exercise. 

‘Good now?’ 

Ana nodded and pressed her lips together. ‘I suppose it’s now or never..’

Nadia nodded and grabbed her friends arm and pulled her off the wall. ‘Indeed it is. We are here now,’ She then gave Ana a gentle shove towards the flat door. ‘Go on... you can do this!’ She whispered encouragingly.

Anastasia stumbled a little bit, looking back at her friend in an annoyed glare. She then cleared her throat, smoothed out her pretty victorian linens and knocked on the wooden door. 

The hall grew silent and still. Not even their breathing could be heard. They were listening for any movement in the flat. But nothing - not a sound could be heard on the other side of the door. 

‘Perhaps knocking harder?’ Nadia asked as her head fell to the side. 

‘I did! If i knock any harder Nadia, that would be deemed impolite.’

Her friend shrugged her shoulders and said, ‘Do you want him or not?’ 

She rolled her eyes and lifted her fist up once again and let out a deep sigh as she banged a little harder this time. 

They waited once more. And still, no answer. 

Ana tapped her heel a few times before spinning off and walking towards the stairs, ‘Nobody’s home. Maybe we should check back later.’ 

‘Hmph! No harm in that friend.’ And she turned around to walk down the steps. 

Suddenly, the sound of a door squealing had filled the air around them. ‘Excuse me ladies, are you in need of assistance?’ 

The girls stopped in their tracks and looked at one another. Nadia smirked and jerked her head back towards the open door where the male stood. ‘Yes, we are actually!’ 

Nadia turned around and her eyes grew in shock. 

‘Mr. Holmes, we wouldn’t want to-’ Anastasia turned around, standing next to her friend. She was absolutely loss for words!

Not only were they both standing before the man, the myth, the legend himself - Sherlock Holmes but those articles, newspapers and books never done him any proper justice. He had the bluest eyes that could make the prettiest of days look gloomy. Nice, dark and silky curly locs any woman would have the honor to toy with. And he stood tall and Strong; with had impressive shoulder length! 

‘Impose.’ she finished. 

‘Oh, please ladies don’t be ridiculous. Come in!’ 

‘Don’t mind if I do!’ Nadia skirt off into that flat as fast as an ass with a burn hind. 

‘Will you be joining Miss..’

‘Ana...Anastasia Joansburg.’ 

‘Well, Ana... would you like to accompany your friend?’ 

His voice was so welcoming, so sweet and smooth. He was a cool drink of lemonade on a hot summer’s day. She was a lucky girl to even be sitting in the same vicinity as he. 

‘Fine.’ She said sheepishly with a gentle shrug. She strolled on inside of that flat as if she was a model of some sort; swaying her hips a bit, hoping that his eyes would follow. 

Ana allowed her eyes to roam around the flat for a bit until they landed on Nadia looking through this man’s letters. ‘Nadia!’ She rushed over towards her friend, gently lifting the hem of her dress to keep her from tripping over oneself. 

‘Whaaat? I’m just seeing if he ever the got the letters we sent him that’s all?’ 

Anastasia snatched the papers away from her friend and smacked them upon her forehead, ‘Stop it. You are invading his privacy. We need his help, not run him away.’ 

A deep rumble of the throat captured the women’s attention. They stood up straight and turned around to face him. ‘What can i do for you Miss. Ana and..’

Nadia pressed her lips together and lifted her dress carefully. She practically floated across that floor to get to him, ‘Nadia. Nadia Burns at your service,’ She gave him a respectful curtsy. ‘Mr. Holmes, it is truly...’ Her brown eyes wandered his chest, then looked back up at him with the drunkest eyes she could muster, ‘Such an honor.. just know that if you need anything... Mr. Holmes-’

Ana groaned out loud, rolling her eyes as she stormed over to the two of them, ‘That is enough! Mr. Holmes, forgive my friend... she is quite incompetent...’ Ana stood in front of Nadia who was just staring up at this poor man. ‘GETITTOGETHERNADIA! You are acting foolish!’ She gritted through her teeth.

Sherlock chuckled, ‘Tis no worries Ana... Surely, i’ve met woman who have reacted worse to me. Oh! And since we are on first name basis... i ask that you both call me Sherlock. Please.’ 

The pretty brown skinned woman turned around and looked up at him. They were so close they were practically supplying one another with air. He looked down into her gray hues and an even bigger smile curled on his sweet lips. 

The air around the three of them grew thick with an unfamiliar element.  

And Nadia just watched in awe. 

‘Oh! My apologies, i am such a terrible host. Would any of you like some tea, some scones, biscuits.. anything?’ He asked taking a step back so he could look at the both of them.

‘I would like some tea please, thank you.’ Ana said gently with a smile. 

‘Some scones would be nice too, Sherlock.’ 

Sherlock nodded with a smirk, ‘At your service, Ladies. Please, make yourself at home.’ And he vanished down the hall. 

Ana’s eyes followed him until they couldn’t anymore. 

‘Girl,’ Nadia squealed with a giggle. ‘What the hell was that?!’

Ana looked at her friend with a confused glare, ‘What was what?’

‘Don’t play coy with me, Ana! You know I know you better than most and there was something sparking between you and Mr. Detective there!’ She said excitedly, poking Ana’s arm.

‘Oh, please! He probably has a woman already. He was probably just being nice.’ She rolled her eyes and fixed her dress before sitting down on the sofa. ‘This is strictly business.’ She said lacing her fingers together and resting them over her knee. 

‘Whatever you say. Hey, since he’s here... I should go alert William and let him know this may take an hour at most.’ Nadia said as she pulled her pocket watch out to check the time. 

‘You’re gonna leave .. me alone... with him?’

‘Are you frightened?’ Nadia snickered, ‘It’ll only be a few moments... i will be back soon.’ She said as she walked towards the flat’s door. 

‘Na-!’ And she walked out the door and shut it before Ana could finish her request. ‘Nice.’ 

Moments later, Sherlock had come out with quite the colorful tray. It was covered in cheeses, grapes, biscuits, scones, butter and jams. 

‘Wow! This is lovely, Sherlock. You must be quite the entertainer!’

‘In ways. In others, I am quite the bore.’ He chuckled before he realized, her friend wasn’t there anymore. ‘Where’s Nadia?’ he asked, his eyes roaming the living room. 

‘She’s downstairs talking to her coachman. Once we’re done here, we’ll be out of your hair and on our way back to Manchester.’ 

‘Oh... plan on leaving so soon?’ He asked, concerned.

‘Well we-’

‘Why don’t you two stay here until we get your case solved? It could save you some money and I have an extra bed in the second room.’ 

Ana’s mouth fell slightly as she stared up at him. He was so sweet. 

Sherlock cleared his throat, ‘I’m sorry... did I come on too strong?’ 

She giggled and her head fell to her lap. ‘No,...not at all,’ she paused once again. ‘Let me discuss it with Nadia.. and we will go from there.’ 

He smirked and gave her a gentle nod, ‘Can’t argue with that. Let me go grab the tea and the cups. Feel free to start without me if you’d like.’ Sherlock turned on his heels and walked out of the room and down the hall once again.

Anastasia’s mouth fell open as a silent giggle left her throat. She couldn’t believe she was actually sitting in thee infamous Sherlock Holmes flat and he was being a total gentleman towards her! Manchester Police were taking their sweet time trying to solve this case. And she’d be damned if she let it go cold because of them. 

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[nitannichionne]

If He Was Your Fan (A Henry Cavill Fanfic), Chapter 77: Blue to Green to Blue

I'd had it:

"Why can't you understand what I am trying to do?" she asked me.

"Jared Oxfordshire is not just interested in a children's library!" I accused.

"That's all I'm interested in!" she cried.

"How about the dressage event?" he asks.

"How about it?" she retorts. "He asked if I was going. I said I wasn't sure. He said I should go—"

I snort at her.

"He didn't ask me to go with him! And I thought you would want to go with me!" she lets out a cry of frustration. "I don't know this world, what I'm doing—"

"You've been with me—"

"This is different!" she interrupts. "Different somehow. There are clubs I am getting invites from, and some are not honorable. Do you know how hard that is-to find who wants to get to know you and who sees you as some sort of token or novelty?"

I swallow hard. She knows I do. "And if I go with you, some may see me as some rake actor trying to connect with your status and fortune?"

"My God, Henry!" she wipes a tear. "You sound like a gossip rag. We were before this ever was. How can you say that? Why is it you had no trouble when they said such things about me and now..." She shakes her head.

"So this is a time of adjustment for you."

"Yes!" She was exasperated.

"Then, maybe I should go back to London—"

Her gasp brings tears to her eyes. "Henry!"

"I don't want to get in the way, just like when you were with me on Witcher and Argylle." I kiss her forehead and give a small smile. "Go on."

She looked sad, but went, just the same to greet Oxfordshire.

I was packing to go home. I had come to spend time with her, and my lady, my Lady Edenvale was knee if not waist deep in projects. So many of them were one time projects, but what of others in the future? And these suitors were never going to stop. Did I have time for this and a career?

And Graham was no help. He wanted me gone. Wilson just watched and gave me looks I couldn't read, but none were good.

"Leaving, sir?"

I turn around to see Wilson standing there. "Things to do in London." I frown at him. "You didn't go with her?"

"Graham loves these things. I go where I'm needed," Wilson tips his chin slightly. "And you, you have things to do here, if you don't mind my saying, sir."

I zip my bag and look at him. "I do?"

He exhales. "So you don't love her."

"How dare you—"

"How dare you," Wilson stands toe to toe with me. "I'm going to show you something." He pulls out his phone and shows me something that happened yesterday. My lady asked me to come with her for tea with one of her guests, and I declined. He pauses it. "Slow it down. Look at her face."

I took the phone and looked at it. She looked as if she would cry. In slow motion, I see the change of feelings on her face-from disappointment to hurt to a tilting chin of defiance, then a small cordial smile and nod. Ouch.

"She needs you and you are abandoning her," Wilson accuses, and takes the phone from me. "Some Kisa you are."

"Kisa?" I repeat, but he leaves.

Well, evidently I have an ally in Wilson, or a fellow enemy of Graham. I look at my bag. I love her! Why am I ready to chuck it all?

I exhale and sit on our bed. Our bed. She actually fought for that:

"I just don't think it is fitting for you to stay in her house," Graham argued. "Think of her reputation!"

"Graham, I have stayed under the same roof with this man for over a year," she argued. "on promotions, during filmings! That horse, as they say, is out of the barn!"

"But, my lady—"

"I'm done, Graham, done!" She turned away from him and looked up at me. "So, where do we stay-the guesthouse or main?"

"Wherever you want." I told her softly. "Wherever you are."

I never really had to compete for her before, I realized. The tables turned. Project offers had come in by the stack, and honestly, I had agents sort through that unless it got my attention. She was mostly going through them, and trying to do it herself since she did not trust Graham, smart girl. I was glad of that; I didn't either, though on the surface he seemed dedicated to his job. I had models and actors and some entrepreneurs admire me, but she had that and the gentry sniffing after her money and newfound fortune. And if they got close enough, they'd know how much of a gem she really is. The memory of comments and dirty looks about us return to me in a wave, and all I could do was hold her through it, assure her, as others tore her apart without so much as a word with her.

It's worse in society; they judge, research, and then find evidence to support whatever they want to see or others to see, but not necessarily whole truths if any truth at all. I knew this and often tried to avoid it by my choices as I got older.

What had gotten into me? Not one year ago, I was fighting a stage and set carpenter in a backyard, only my opponent and I knowing it was more than sport, but about her.

****************

You want to go home.

Or wherever Henry is.

You want to talk with him about all this. You thought you had, but lately, you can't seem to stay on the same page. You want to do some rebuilding and contributing to the land your ancestors were on. You want to form some partnerships to help Edenvale, especially with the nearby colleges and universities. What is wrong with that?

"Lady Edenvale?"

"Yes?"

Jared sighs. "Are you alright? You seem distracted."

"Oh, long day, I guess," you take a cleansing breath. 

"I see you confined Graham to the car?"

"I can handle this," you say evenly. Deal with Henry later, he's not here to deal with now. "Sorry, Jared, really I am."

"It's alright," Jared says softly. "Henry isn't adjusting well to your newfound status, is he?" You stiffen, and he puts a hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry, I can't help but notice--"

"He needs time, is all," you defend, but your heart winces as you say it.

"They weren't nice to you in the articles before," Jared shrugs. "not at all. Now the shoe is on the other foot. How often does that happen?"

"Hardly ever, I'd say." He offers his hand to you, and helps you over the area where you plan to expand the school and break ground for the library. You suddenly wish you hadn't worn heels. Why in God's name did you wear heels?

You walk inside of the school, and find the conference room set up for you. Principal Norton is already there sitting, and you have a small meeting about ideas for the way the place should look. She doesn't seem on board.

"We have a lot of books already," Principal Norton nods. "An expansion may not be necessary—"

"I really think it is, Principal Norton," you interject. "Being in the technological age, we need to make libraries more appealing, a place to escape or think."

"I must admit, the ideas you have are really something," Jared compliments. "but this is a small town—"

"With a secondary school and university within a ten mile radius," you point out. "I am willing to do this, but I can't do it alone."

"She shouldn't."

You turn around to see Henry standing in the doorway with a small shopping bag.

Your breath catches, and you realize your mouth is slightly open so you close it. Principal Norton is star struck.

"Sorry, I'm late, darling," he says. "Oxfordshire—" he shakes hands with him. "Principal Norton." He gives a half bow and shakes her hand. He sits next to you and squeezes your hand.

"We're just about done, here, I'm afraid," Principal Norton says with a sad smile. "I just don't see why we should do such an expansion of the library—"

"Oh, I'm so disappointed to hear that," Henry frowns. "Books were my first love before movies. Reading and watching those stories made me want to tell or portray stories, too. Do you know that Lady Edenvale is a writer for Xanadu Productions?"

"My goodness, really?" Principal Norton asks.

"Yes," Henry smiles at you. "She writes stories, I play them out." His gaze goes to Principal Norton again. "I think we all want children to not lose their imaginations, whether it is by reading stories that inspire them to write and act or create. And something like that needs an impressive space."

Principal Norton seems to be in deep thought. "I...I hadn't really thought of it that way."

"I brought—" He reaches into the bag. "I brought those pictures you were looking at, pet."

You had forgotten them. "Thank you."

"And I brought your runners."

You sigh and smile gratefully. "Thank you, again, love."

"You forgot your runners?" Principal Norton laughs. "I do that all time. Keep a pair under my desk these days."

"I do at Xanadu, I wear—"

"All white ones!" They laugh.

Henry and Jared chuckle at that.

The morning becomes a lot easier then. The ideas went over a lot better, and Henry offers to help with the school renovations on the auditorium to help with their drama program. It was more of a wish list to fulfill, but it sweetened the pot for Principal Norton.

"Oh, God." Henry said as you walk out with him and Jared.

"What?" you ask.

"I'd better make sure I have updated contributions to schools in Jersey."

Jared laughs, "Losing track?"

"I didn't know you did," you admit.

"Many people are anonymous contributors," Henry says softly, squeezing your hand. "Part of the world will think you're a miser, but another part will know you are more."

"I-I never really thought—"

"Of course you didn't, pet," he smiles gently. "you just want to get the job done." He kisses your hair. "Like you said, it's a different world."

You smile in thanks.

"Are you coming to the event?" Jared asks as they you all approach the car park. "I know you won't be competing, but I hoped you'd want to go."

"Do we have time for that, pet?" Henry asks.

You see the look on Jared's face. Did he just imply going out in front of Henry?

Graham gets out of the car.

"Oh, Graham, would you drive Jared back to the house so he can pick up his car?" you ask. "I'll ride with Henry."

"I understand if you want to ride with Jared to discuss--"

"I'm sure we can talk later," you say. "Do you want to go, Henry?" you ask.

"With you?" he smiles. "Love to."

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[anadelaney79]

My masterlist

I finally managed to organize my works a bit, and here it is my Masterlist. I hope you enjoy reading!

Henry Cavill

Henry

Breakfast (english) // Desayuno (spanish)

Is anyone there? (english) // ¿Hay alguien ahí? (spanish)

First time (english) // Primera vez (spanish)

Syverson

Sorry

Walter Marshall

In between bottles

August Walker

Deep

Nothing more, nothing less (series) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Tom Hardy

Alfie Solomons

Whenever he wants

Fuck

Home

James Delaney

Midnight fire

Tom

On the tatami

Healing

Charming man

Small talk

Eames

Lobby (spanish)

#masterlist #anadelaney #tom hardy #henrycavill #fanfic writer

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

After hours

Masterlist

Pairing: Geralt x Librarian!reader

Summary: Geralt has finally handed in the paper you helped him research for weeks... Now what to do about all that tension between you two?

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, p-in-v sex, rough sex, semi-public sex, standing missionary, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), I think that's it?

Word count: 3.9k

A/N: Alright! Roughly 4 months ago, I promised my dearest @deandoesthingstome a round with her Crescent Street fave (at the time, sorta). It has finally arrived! I hope you enjoy it 🥰

For those interested in the timeline: This takes place before he ever goes on his semester abroad, meaning that at this current time, he hasn't met Sol yet.

@deandoesthingstome @geralts-yenn @summersong69 @peaches1958 @fvckinghenrycavill @keanureevesisbae @ellethespaceunicorn @ylva-syverson @sillyrabbit81 @summersong69 @livisss @brattymum96 @kingliam2019

“Thanks for all your help the past few weeks.” You’d been hoping he’d show up all day, and now that the library was about five minutes away from closing, here he was. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’d be able to hear your heart furiously beating in your chest. It’s a good thing that wasn’t possible. Right? 

“You’re more than welcome, Geralt,” you answered. For some reason you were avoiding his eyes. “Got that term paper done?”

“Handed it in a few minutes ago,” he said as he put a stack of books on the counter with a deep sigh. His voice drove you nuts, it had been doing so for weeks, haunting you until long after you had gone home - oftentimes deeper into the night than you cared to admit. 

“You don’t sound too confident?” No, but you did? Where was that coming from? You had expected yourself to crumble in the presence of this… long-haired hunk? Fine specimen? God? All of the above? 

“I’m sure it will be fine.” His smile surprised you the most. “If I’m being honest I’m mostly sad I… don’t get to work on it any more.” Your eyes moved to his as if by magic, because your brain still screamed at you to avoid them at all costs. And it was right to warn you, because as soon as you saw their beautiful color, you were lost. Every shred of the tension you’d spent weeks convincing yourself was a figment of your imagination, rushed back, and now there was so much of it you could almost see it in the air.

“Can I help you put these back?” Geralt said after you had signed his books back in, and you nodded in reply to his question, knowing full well the shelf they came from was all the way in the back of the library. You knew you’d been the only one in here for well over an hour now, but it wouldn’t hurt to check. 

“Let me get the door,” you said, before almost rushing to it and locking it quickly. You could swear you heard him chuckle under his breath at the way you moved, but you didn’t care.

You both scanned the aisles for people you’d missed, but per your expectations, the whole library was empty. It was just the two of you now. The walk to the mythology section of the building felt way too long, and you were definitely walking faster than you were used to, but you weren’t complaining - and neither was Geralt. You somehow found the time to start second guessing your interpretation of the situation, and had to very consciously remind yourself that putting four books back on a shelf was hardly a two-man job. And you were right about that; returning those books took maybe a minute, and when you were done putting the last one back, Geralt pulled you off the step you were standing on and looked at you. 

Once again, all the tension that had built up over the past few weeks came flooding back to you as you stared into his eyes. Your gaze only strayed from his long enough to notice the way the muscles of his jaw moved beneath his stubbled skin as he clenched his teeth. His hands felt warm and heavy as they rested on your hips, and your arms seemed to auto-pilot their way up until your lower arms were against his. Touching his biceps was a mistake - alright, not a mistake, but you were definitely shocked by the amount of muscle beneath the thin fabric of the dark sweater he was wearing. Geralt licked his lips as you let your hands travel up his arms to his shoulders, and when you reached them, he pulled you in. There was no going back now. 

He kissed you hard and in a way you’d almost describe as merciless, but he didn’t seem to be in a hurry. Every move he made revealed a tiny bit more of the immense strength you had already suspected he possessed. Something told you that you’d be getting more proof of that - maybe even more than you bargained for, but you couldn’t care less. When you felt the warmth of his tongue against your lips, you didn’t hesitate to open your mouth and let him in. He tasted of God knows what, but it was good, and the way he kissed you made your head spin and your knees weaken to the point where you weren’t exactly sure how you were still on your feet. Probably, you realized when you analyzed the situation a bit more carefully, because he was holding you up. Now that you were pulled against his body, his hands had moved away from your hips, and one of his arms now wrapped around your waist while the other pushed between your shoulder blades, crushing you into his chest. One thing you were very sure about was that you were not going to complain about any of this. 

You were glad to see that this had an effect on him, too. His heavy breathing matched your own and you felt his pulse drum against your fingers erratically when you laid a hand against his neck. Most of all, you were surprised that he was hard already, which made you feel a little bit less embarrassed about the slick mess you were absolutely sure you’d find between your legs. 

For weeks, you’d thought about asking him to join you for coffee after spending hours on the research for his paper together, or straight up asking him to take you home, even, but what was happening now bested even your dirtiest fantasies. Geralt still wasn’t rushing, but he wasn’t exactly patient, either, and it wasn’t long before the hand he kept between your shoulders moved to your side, where it carefully began to creep up  over your clothes. Its destination was clear. You weren’t born yesterday, and he was a man; he obviously wasn’t interested in the feel of the fabric of your sweater. It was almost odd how he didn’t just immediately slip his hand underneath it…

To your disappointment, he broke the kiss, but luckily it was only to regain his ability to speak. 

“This is a lovely sweater, but it’s in my way.” You had been wrong: he did actually go on to comment on the softness of your sweater. That didn’t take away the fact that the way he cocked his eyebrow at you was a silent way of asking for your permission to take the thing off - which you gladly gave him. After a few short seconds, it was on the floor. Much to your own surprise, you told Geralt to just send your bra the same way immediately, while you frantically pulled at the hem of his sweater. After all, you needed to level the playing field a bit. The clasp of your bra was no match for his nimble fingers, which made you feel a little sad. Of course that wasn’t a new move to a guy like this - even though his being twenty-one made him a fair bit younger than the guys in your past. You were about to decide to not linger on the feeling, when Geralt made you forget about it altogether by kissing along your jaw to your ear. He moaned in it softly - a deep, gravelly sound that made you lose whatever little sanity you still possessed - and murmured a soft ‘fuck’ before moving away from you to take off some of his own clothes. 

It took everything you had to keep your mouth from falling open - and you were only about forty percent convinced you were actually successful. You’d always thought you had been more than generous in your wildly inappropriate dreams, but absolutely nothing on the planet gave this guy the right to be this fucking ripped. Despite probably managing to keep your mouth closed, you couldn’t stop yourself from staring, and you battled the strange urge to lick every inch of his body; your hands would have to do. Your fingers trailed softly over his shoulders and chest, and you bit your lip as you let them slowly travel down over his abs to the waistband of his trousers. On a whim, you hooked your fingers behind it and pulled him closer to you again. There was a devious smile on his lips when you did, which gave you more courage than you ever thought you had. He let out the most delicious grunt when you softly palmed his erection through his jeans, which was partially lost against your lips when you pulled his face down to yours for another kiss. You resisted the urge to pull your hand back when you realized what this guy was packing. 

Geralt squeezed your ass through your skirt and grunted again - a sound you gladly answered with a moan. He bowed his head and put his lips to your neck, seeking out the spots that made you squirm and whine. After a short while, he pushed you back a few steps until you felt the cold concrete of the wall against your back. You shrieked at the sudden coolness against your skin, involuntarily arching your back and pressing your chest into his. Geralt laughed softly before resolutely pushing you back against the wall, lowering his head again to continue his quest further down your chest. You gasped when the warmth of his breath brushed past your sensitive nipples. The touch of his tongue made you lean into him again as he drew circles around the pebbled skin. His hands made their way to the hem of your skirt, pulling it up until he could comfortably reach between your legs. His fingers ran over the fabric of your underwear, and you shivered when Geralt deliberately circled your clit with slow, lazy movements. 

He raised his head again, leaving your nipples exposed to the merciless cold air of the room, and looked straight in your eyes when he pulled your panties to the side and dragged a finger through your slick folds. He wet his lips, and you heard a soft growl rumble in his chest every time he exhaled. It was torture, the way he kept teasing you until you were begging him to give you what you wanted, but somehow, the glacial pace with which he pushed a finger into you was so much worse. 

"Fuck, you're killing me," you growled. 

"Tell me what you want, then." God, his smile was amazing. You almost forgave him for teasing you beyond any reasonable boundaries. 

"I want you to stop teasing me," you replied. 

"You've been teasing me for weeks," he said to your surprise, "don't I get even a little in return?" You quirked an eyebrow at him. He had been the one teasing you for weeks, for crying out loud! He laughed when you suggested that.

"I don't think I care who started it," he growled into your ear as he finally pushed two fingers inside you and curled them in search of the perfect spot. Of course he found it in no time, and you were a squirming, shaking, whimpering mess in his arms within seconds. 

He kissed you again. It was rough, like before - and an excellent way to keep you quiet as his fingers continued to pump into you unrelentingly. Your nails dug into the muscle of his shoulder so fiercely you were sure it hurt him, but he didn’t look bothered by it at all. Every moan that escaped you seemed to inspire him to keep going until you couldn’t take it anymore. 

“That’s it.” You clearly heard the excruciating smugness in his voice as he pulled you over the edge. Leaning against the wall wasn’t enough to keep your knees from buckling, but Geralt seemed to have no problem holding you up while he rested his forehead against yours. After a while, your legs were once again able to carry your weight, and you stood a little straighter as you once again ran your hands over the ridiculously muscular torso in front of you, not stopping until you reached the waistband of his jeans, which you swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped. As soon as you wrapped your fingers around his cock, Geralt moaned loudly, your mouth swallowing the sound up as you pressed your lips to his again. The kiss could hardly distract you from the thoughts that raced through your mind as your hand greedily explored what mother nature had blessed him with, and you couldn’t stifle a moan. 

Your fingertips didn’t touch. That sentence ran tireless circles through your mind as you gently, experimentally, moved your hand, attempting to draw a reaction from the man in front of you. Your fingertips didn’t touch, but instead of contemplating the probability that this was never in a million years going to fit, you let out a continuous stream of moans as you touched him. If the past few weeks had taught you anything, it was that you didn’t care whether this would be easy or not. You needed him. 

The sounds that spilled from Geralt’s throat were like music to your ears, ranging from dark, guttural growling to equally dark and guttural moans. He took the liberty of pushing his pants down to give you easier access, which finally inspired you to set aside your doubts and get on your knees. 

Geralt inhaled sharply when your tongue darted out to meet the tip of his cock, and you found yourself almost giddy with excitement. There was just something about making a man this size crumble beneath your touch, and from your current perspective, everything about him seemed even more massive than when you’d been standing up. You smiled as you listened to the noises Geralt made as you circled your tongue around his head. That smile widened when those sounds grew more impatient with every passing second, until he placed a hesitant hand on the back of your head, gently urging you to stop teasing him. 

There was no way you could take all of him into your mouth, but he didn’t seem to mind. Men this generously endowed were probably used to that particular misfortune. Curiosity ultimately got the better of you, and you steadily moved further down his shaft until you reached your limit. At first, the hand Geralt kept on your head didn’t move at all, until there came a point at which he seemed to have confidently learned the extent of your capabilities. He was still gentle, applying only the slightest amount of pressure, never forcing you further down than you could handle. The occasional moan escaped you, the vibrations of which caused Geralt to groan, and his cock to twitch slightly in your mouth. 

It had been a while since you had been able to lose yourself so completely in a blowjob, and although you had no way of knowing how much time you spent on your knees, it must have been a rather long time. When Geralt pulled on your hair slightly - and more firmly after gaining some confirmation that you weren’t opposed to that kind of thing - and your almost trance-like state was broken and you were faced with reality again, the first thing you noticed was the excruciating sensation in your knees. You chuckled when the memory of one of your friends fought itself to the forefront of your mind. In your own days at the university, she had publicly - loudly, too - declared the library ‘carpet burn central’, and your knees were now living proof of her assessment. 

A large hand wrapped around your arm as Geralt pulled you off the ground rather unceremoniously, and pushed you back against the wall, kissing you fiercely. 

“Fuck,” he swore under his breath as he fumbled with something. The options regarding the source of the crinkling sound you heard - especially considering the context of the situation - were limited. Truth be told: anything other than a condom at this stage would have sorely disappointed you. Luckily, your educated guess was dead-on. 

“Need some help with that?” you taunted, not considering whether potentially antagonizing Geralt was a smart thing to do - it probably wasn’t. He huffed impatiently, breaking your kiss and looking at you with a lifted brow. There was something resembling amusement in those gorgeous amber eyes, and nothing of the annoyance that you had heard in his voice. 

“Got it,” he said, the smallest grin appearing on his lips. 

Without warning, he captured your body between his and the wall, pulling one of your legs up to his hip. It was not yet enough for him to comfortably move. While shaking his head slightly, a smirk on his lips, he lifted your other leg as well. The suddenness of your feet leaving solid ground made you shriek, and you wrapped your arms around Geralt’s neck. One thing was certain: there was absolutely no reason to doubt his strength. In fact, you wished furiously that you had chosen a less limiting and maybe more conventional position and location than the ones you currently found yourself in. Positions and locations with more possibilities for Geralt to show you what he was really capable of. At the very least, that location would contain something to tone down the sound of the screams you were sure he would pull from you.

As your thoughts raced through your mind about what could, would, should or might be, Geralt entered you slowly, giving you plenty of time to adjust to the size of his cock. Much to your surprise, things went smoother than you had expected. The first thrusts came slowly, and were too gentle to really match the raunchiness of the position - or place - you were in. 

That didn’t last long. 

Whether it was his idea, inspired by your sloppily muttered ‘I can take it’, or a combination of both, you didn’t know - and quite frankly: you didn’t give a damn. Right now, it was just you and Geralt, and the way your arms were wrapped around his neck, and your legs around his waist, as you held on for dear life while each thrust came harder, faster and deeper than the one before. It was fantastic. Something about the way he moved had you hiding your face in his neck in a hopeless attempt to hide your screams. You squirmed in his arms as your hands closed into tight fists around locks of his white hair - which he didn’t even seem to notice. 

Geralt was an unholy combination of strength and stamina: rough, untamed, and seemingly always on the brink of losing control. For a moment, you were consumed by a single drop of sweat that traveled down his forehead, headed for the furrowed brow that sat over a pained expression. That tortured look gave you an idea of the sheer amount of restraint he needed right now to not topple over into the abyss of his own feelings, and chase nothing but his own pleasure. He’d hurt you. You were as sure of that, as you were of your suspicion that you wouldn’t mind so much as one microscopic little bit if he did hurt you. Never before had you surrendered so completely to a man, and if you had to be honest: never before had any of them earned your submission like Geralt did. 

He lasted way past the point where you should probably have asked him to slow down, then past the point where you wondered if you genuinely wanted him to slow down, and finally another while past the very moment any discomfort warped itself into pleasure again. That familiar, throbbing ache begged for attention - yours or otherwise - as Geralt slowed his brutal rhythm. A sigh of relief escaped you, not because it wasn’t good before, but because this was a pace at which your mind could keep up with the continuous, overwhelming flood of sensations. Geralt urged you to loosen your arms, which were still wrapped tightly around his neck. He held your hips tightly as he stepped back a tiny bit, giving you space to reach between your bodies and focus some attention where you needed it most. 

Geralt thrust into you with a steady rhythm while your fingers drew tight circles around your clit. Your breath caught in your throat as you came closer and closer to your orgasm with each thrust, each touch. When you finally exploded around him, a hint of a smile cut through the grim expression on Geralt’s face. His harsh features softened as his previously unrelenting rhythm finally faltered and made way for the uncontrolled and passionate thrusts that announced his nearing release. His fingers dug into your hips, and the growls that fell from his lips bordered on the feral. When he came, those growls largely died against your lips as he swept you into yet another breathtaking kiss. A hiss escaped you when his sharp teeth grazed your bottom lip and bit down painfully. 

When he finally - maybe after slightly more time than he should have allowed - slipped out of you and put you down again, you had to brace yourself against the wall in order to stay on your feet. This guy was genuinely every bit as amazing as you’d imagined he’d be - and then some. Or rather: he had been. As you gathered your discarded clothes off the floor and put them back on, scrambling to make yourself at least somewhat presentable again, you realized that this was it. It was over. The one thing you had spent weeks looking forward to, was now something of the past. Suddenly, a wave of something you couldn’t quite place washed over you. Not regret, no, you’d recognize regret. Even the where and how of this encounter couldn’t hold a candle to your worst drunken mistakes - the ones you actually did regret. There was absolutely nothing to regret about something this amazing, except maybe the fact that it was over. 

As you questioned why part of you was questioning your unquestionable life choices, you vaguely took note of Geralt sneaking off to the bathroom. Of course, your initial fear was that he would sneak off altogether, but you remembered the only entrance to the library was locked, and you were the only person present with a key. Your suspicion was confirmed when Geralt returned to you a bit later. 

The two of you found yourselves in a very interesting situation. If the morning after a one night stand was awkward, the moment after a wicked semi-public quickie in the library was at least twice as uncomfortable, and then some. You didn’t speak as you locked up and left the floor you were on, and while you walked, at least a hundred scenarios crossed your mind that did nothing to settle your nerves about saying your goodbyes. Whatever you conjured up in your brain was also useless in preparing you for the one thing that actually did happen. 

“Come back to my place,” Geralt said as you stepped outside. No matter how hard you tried, you were ultimately unsuccessful in keeping your eyes from going wide as you heard his words. Something about it wasn’t a question, which turned out to be enough to bring back the thrumming between your legs and weaken your knees. “I’m not done with you yet.”

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[nirvasna]

I'm loving this story

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[viking-raider]

Fright Night *Halloween Fic*

Summary: It's Halloween! You and Henry take to the great city of London, as Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf, to enjoy some of its Tricks and Treats. Before letting the night enchant you.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count:

Warning: M - Cotton Candy Fluff, Dressing Up, Alcohol Use, Jump Scares, Stupid/Chessy Jokes, (I'm so sorry!) Flirting, Haunted House, Teasing, Protective!Henry, SMUT - Unprotected sex, (wrap it, before you tap it!) Oral: F-Receiving, Biting, Light Role Play, Body Fluids, Hand Job

Inspiration: It's Halloween! Let the mood inspire you!

Author’s Note: There is a possibility of future parts! I hope you enjoy this! Line divider by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS!

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“It's Fright Night, babe!” Henry cheered, suddenly coming up behind you and grabbing your sides, scaring the living daylights out of you.

“Jesus Alive!” You yelped, body jerking, before you spun around and started a barrage of slaps to Henry's chest. “Would you quit doing that!” You snapped, even though a smirk was spreading across your face.

“Doing what, my dear?” Henry grinned, scrunching up his muscular upper body against your assault, while chuckling at you, mischievously.

“You've been jump scaring me every day, since the bloody first of October!” You replied, shaking your head at him and turning back around to the mirror. “You messed up my makeup too!”

“Babe, it's Halloween, your makeup isn't supposed to be perfect!” He said, watching you through the mirror.

“Speak for yourself, Wolf-Boy.” You giggled at him, checking him out.

Henry was dressed up as a sort of biker, Big Bad Wolf. He was rather dedicated to this costume as well! Having grown his beard out for it and everything. He had a pair of realistic wolf ears molded over his own, a painted-on wolf nose and a pair of red and black, Halloween contacts. He had on his leather biker jacket.

You would easily admit though, Henry looked pretty badass and spooky.

“I'd rather bite you, Little Red.” Henry purred, snaking his arms around your waist and playfully nibbling on your exposed neck.

“Now now, naughty Wolf.” You cooed, turning your head and kissing his temple, leaving a pair of red lips behind.

“I don't know if I'll be able to make it through a night out with you looking like this.” He said, stepping back to look you over in your dark Red Riding Hood costume.

He loved the black, silk and floral stockings that went all the way up above your mid-thigh, felt a tingle in the base of his spine that wanted to make love to you, with only you in those stockings. You smirked at him, fixing and finishing your makeup, then picked up your cape.

“Would you like some help with that?” Henry asked, holding his hand out.

“I don't know.” You frowned at him. “My grandma-ma told me not to trust big, bad wolves.” You said, batting your eyes at him.

“Hm.” He hummed back, stepping closer to you and lowering his spooky eyes, causing a little chill to race down your back. “What a smart woman, your grandma-ma is. But worry not, Little Red, I'll keep my biting to a minimum.”

“Well,” You smirked, resting your hand on the black, v-neck he was wearing under his jacket. “At least until we get home.” You purred, with a wink.

Henry threw his head back and let out a loud howl, which caused Kal to start barking elsewhere in the house and you to giggle. Taking your cape, Henry helped carefully tie it over your shoulders, then planted a delicate kiss on your lips.

“Are you ready to go?” He asked, pulling back.

“I am, are you?” You nodded, giving yourself a once over in the mirror.

“Yes, ma'am.” Henry nodded, zipping his leather jacket halfway.

“Wait, Mr. Big Bad!” You called out, as Henry stepped out of the bathroom. “You still got kisses on your face.” You giggled at him, grabbing a makeup wipe to remove it.

“No, leave it.” He protested it, turning his head away from the wipe. “This Big Bad Wolf wants the world to know he's been awoo'd by his Little Red Riding Hood.” He chuckled, grinning at you impishly.

“What a silly Wolf you are!” You chuckled back, shaking your head and tossing the wipe away. “Aren't you supposed to have fangs?” You asked, following him out of the master bathroom and into the bedroom.

“Yeah, I was just waiting to put them in.” Henry replied, picking up a small, U-shaped case off his nightstand. “The creative department for the Witcher helped me out with these.” He smirked at you, opening the case to show you the custom werewolf fangs inside.

“Oh, those look so wicked, Puppy.” You nodded, seriously impressed with the top set of fangs.

“Mmhm.” He hummed, happy with them as well. “So, where do you want to go first?” He asked, taking one of the fangs out and started putting it in.

“I don't know.” You replied, biting your lip and glancing down at your shiny flats. “You know more about the London Halloweens than I do.” You pointed it out to him.

This was your and Henry's second Halloween as a couple. Your first Halloween had been spent at an amazing party thrown by one of Henry's friends, where the two of you had gone as Geralt and Yennefer. This year, even with several party invites, you and Henry decided to spend Halloween together and hit the town. But you knew almost nothing about what London did for Halloween events, other than the typical haunted houses and trick or treating.

Getting the last fang in, Henry grinned at you, and you smirked back, he looked absolutely amazing as the biker Big Bad Wolf. “I'm more than sure I can find several things to keep our adrenaline pumping and our Halloween spirit high.”

“Lead the way then, Big Bad!” You said, waving your hand towards the door.

Winking at you, Henry led the way downstairs, he grabbed your coat and held it open, while you put it on, then grabbed the car keys. “Kal, guard the house from tricksters!” He called out to the Akita, pulling open the door and ushering you out first.

Finding parking in downtown London, You and Henry make your way towards the Thames. You could see the London Eye looming in the darkness on the river's edge. You wondered, if the Eye was doing some sort of late night Halloween rides, that Henry was taking you on. Letting you see the City in all its sparkling glory on All Hallows Eve. But as you both turned the corner, you found a decent size line and looked up at Henry, with a cocked brow.

He grinned, wolfish, and squeezed your hand.

Trusting him, you got into line, and thankfully Henry looked different enough with his costume and everyone being more interested in what was at the head of the line, to take a closer look at the fact a celebrity was waiting among them. Enabling you and Henry to enjoy the wait undisturbed by would-be fans, asking for photos and autographs. You were curious about what your boyfriend was getting you into though. Everyone in line seemed super excited about what it was. The two women in front of you, dressed up in really wicked SteamPunk outfits were chatting excitedly with each other.

“It's going to be amazing; I can't wait for us to get down there.” One of them said, adjusting her top hat.

“Down there?” You echoed her words but looked up at Henry.

“Oh yeah, down into the bowls of London.” He said, making his voice sound spooky and leaned close to you. “Where the shadiest and scariest Londoners go.” He whispered, holding your gaze for a long moment before jerking forward. “Boo!” He wailed, grabbing you by the arms, and laughing as you yelped.

“You're so easy to scare, babe.” He smirked, pulling you in towards him, winking at the two ladies as they looked back and chuckled at the two of you.

“I hate you!” You huffed, punching him in the chest as he hugged his arms around you.

Henry chuckled again, lips ghosting across your forehead as he held you. “I know.” He replied, swaying side to side, before moving you both forward with the line.

Getting to the head of the line, you noticed a ghoulish black and red sign above a set of glass doors, The London Dungeon. It piqued your interest in stepping through the doors, finding the inside heavily decorated for Halloween. Henry paid for your entrance and the two of you were ushered, by a guide, to a lift with a small group of others. The lift took you deep underneath the building and out into a dark coordinator that was a blast from the past.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the London Dungeon!” The guide called out from the head of the group.

There were loud sounds from all-round, ominous dongs, the rumbles of what sounded like distant thunder and screams, along with bright flashes of light. The guide led the way through the dark hallway that was lined with all sorts of things. Buildings from medieval London, gently swaying clotheslines hung high above your heads, things you couldn't quite make out strung along the walls and over darkened doorways and windows.

Through one window, a woman in old clothing and a cloth cap, face painted to make her look much older than she was and several warts, jumped out and feigned reaching for your group, making many of you scream and jump in the air. You nearly climbed up Henry as you grabbed onto him, gasping with fright. While he just jerked with surprise and laughed, smiling and shaking his head as the woman retreated back into her dark hovel.

“I think my heart leapt out of my chest back there.” You panted; arms tightly hugged around Henry's as you urgently panned around for the next scare.

“It's still there, babe.” Henry chuckled, threading his fingers through yours. “I can feel it hammering against my arm.”

The group paused before an open building. It looked menacing, shelves lining the walls with various sized bottles, a skeleton hung from the ceiling on one side. But it was the table on the raised platform that drew everyone's attention. Laying under a soiled and grungy sheet, was the outline of a body. Then, from a door, came another woman, but she didn't jump scare the group like the first one, she was dressed in a bloody smock and her hair was covered in a bandanna, while holding a Plague Mask on a long stick.

“They say this beak is to help prevent the plague!” She said in a high-pitched voice, pointing to the long leather nose attached to the mask. “They put herbs and spices in the end to keep you from getting infections, like the Plague.” She grinned at the crowd, leaning close over the barrier fence that separated them.

“At least, that's what they say!” She cackled, pulling back and running off to put the mask up.

“Now, I'm one of the last physicians here in London fighting the infection!” The live actor declared, hopping up onto the stage with the autopsy table and body. “And this poor fellow is one of my patients! He went mad from the pain in his brain! Jumped out the third story window.” She said dramatically, pressing her fingertips into her temples and leaning over the covered body.

“And splat!”

Looking over the group and grinning sinister, she giggled. “What a shame.”

Then, slowly peeled the sheet back.

“Now! It's very important to know what Plague he died of, the Bubonic or Septicemic. To do that, I must first cut a hole in his chest!” She pulled a knife from under the table that was rather overkill and cut through his chest, little spurts of blood coming out as she did, before delving her arm inside.

“Oh, my dears, the smell is really quite awful now!” She groaned, face pinched, and fanned the air with her free hand, all while struggling with something inside the body. “It's putrid and quite squishy in there.” She gagged and grimaced, before finally pulling something long, bloody and wriggling out. “Hm, I wonder what this is for?” She hummed, waving it around, then tossed it behind her, filling the room with a wet splat.

“Good lord.” You gulped, even though you knew it was an act and all a show, your stomach still churned.

Her hand disappeared again inside the man's chest. “Ah-ha! The heart!” She beamed, rubbing it against her cheek, smearing blood all over the side of her face. “Still warm too!” She cackled, setting it between the man's feet.

“We'll save that for later.” She said, winking at the crowd, who laughed, Ooo-ed or gagged.

You noticed faint noise, like a low groaning, that was steadily starting to get louder the longer the autopsy went on. The small hairs on the back of your neck and along your arms started to stand up. Suspense building inside of you as you waited for someone to jump out of the darkness or something to fall from the ceiling above. You clutched Henry's arm, while he continued to watch the performance, in thralled by the historical terror and gore going on.

The plague doctor stepped away from the body, squinting into the darkness. “What's that noise? Do any of you hear--” She started to ask, before a blood curdling scream filled the air and the body on the table sprang up into a sitting position.

Everyone cried out and the plague doctor screeched at the top of her lungs, arms flying up in the air, as she bolted past everyone and vanished into the darkness, her screams fading away.

“You all right, babe?” Henry asked, smirking at you, feeling you shiver against him.

“I'm fine.” You replied, trying to put on a brave face.

“Mmhm.” He nodded, kissing your forehead.

You and Henry finished the London Dungeon, and even though you had been scared out of your wits more times than not and it was a good thing Henry was wearing a leather jacket, protecting his arm from being maimed by your nails as you clutched at him. You had actually loved the tour, learning about the history, dark as it was.

“Where to now, Big Bad?” You asked, looping your arm with Henry's as you strolled along the river.

“Hm.” Henry replied, taking a deep breath of the evening air coming off the Thames. “Are you hungry? We could go for a nibble.”

“I do say, I could go for a nibble and something to drink.” You nodded, resting your shoulder against his, and smiled up at him.

“Then, let's find somewhere spooky to satisfy ourselves!”

“Please, Hen, no more scares.” You begged him, as you headed back towards the car.

Henry chuckled and squeezed your hand. “Oh, all right. I suppose you've had enough for one night.” He conceded, turning the corner with you, only to have two teenagers jump out, scaring you enough to hide behind him with a scream.

“Very funny, gents.” He chuckled, but his face gave away how unamused he actually was.

The kids tore off down the street, laughing their heads off, while you worked on swallowing your heart back down into your chest. “It's a good thing I love Halloween so much.” You said, coming out from behind Henry.

“Only Halloween?” He asked, giving you a side glance, as you made it back to the car.

“I love you, three-hundred and sixty-five days out of the year, Henry.” You replied, beaming at him, as you buckled your seatbelt. “I don't need a holiday to love you even more. I wouldn't even know if there's anything in the multiverse that could make me love you more.”

“I could—TURN YOU!” Henry proclaimed, suddenly lunging across the console to attack your neck.

You howled with laughter, feigning trying to fight him off, pressed between your seat and door. Henry nibbled on your neck and tugged on your earlobe. “Down, boy! Down!” You wheezed, still giggling hysterically, but Henry kept up his assault, even licking up the side of your neck and making you squirm.

“Easy.” You cooed, turning to your Kal soothing tactic, gently petting Henry's hair and rubbing one of his earlobes. “Who's a good werewolf, huh?” You smirked, hearing him start to pant in your ear and nuzzle the side of your face. “You are!” You said, voice slightly high pitched.

“Yes, you're Little Red's favorite wolfie.”

“I damn well better be!” Henry huffed, pulling back slightly, to look you in the face.

“You are, as long as you don't tell Kal.” You chuckled, kissing him on the lips. “He thinks it's him, and I can't bear the thought of him knowing otherwise.”

“I see how it is.” He smirked, straightening up in his seat. “You're playing both of us. Calling whoever is with you the good boy.” He said, pulling out of the parking lot.

“And what would be my reward in this scenario?” You chuckled, lifting an interested brow at him, wanting to know where his thinking was going.

“All the perks of Kal and I being good boys.” He replied, checking the street for any trick or treaters.

“Ah, like Kal keeping all his toys in his bed and you remembering to put the lid back on the milk container.” You pointed out, shooting him a playful look.

“Something like that.” Henry blushed, reaching out to take your hand and resting it on his thigh.

“So, where are we going for our nibble?” You asked, relaxing and peeking out the window, admiring all the amazing Halloween decorations that dotted the businesses and parks.

“There's a cute pub in Leadenhall Market that really goes all out for Halloween.” He explained to you. “They do different themes each year. The last time I was there, they did Harry Potter. Which was fitting, since one of the movies had just come out that year. They serve great drinks and appetizers, so I figured we'd go there, then walk around the Market. Snag some of the treats from the pop-up stalls.”

“That sounds really lovely.”

The pub was alive with people, when you and Henry arrived, the murmur of voices, laughter and music. As you entered the Nightmare Before Christmas themed establishment, a woman dressed as a cat was passing by with this strobing and smokey drink in her hand, drawing your eye, instantly.

“Oh my god, what is that?” You blurted out, pointing to her drink, and slightly startling her.

She smiled at you and held it up. “It's called, A Witch's Brew.” She explained, taking a draw from a black and white silly straw with a witch's hat, then continued on.

“I want one of those!” You declared, looking up at Henry, eyes wide.

Henry laughed and nodded. “All right, one Witch's Brew coming up! Why don't you go find us somewhere to sit, while I get it and something to eat.” He suggested, turning his head towards the crowded bar counter.

You weaved your way through the packed pub, looking for an open table, making a couple comments to others on their costumes, before finally finding a corner booth. You took your phone out of your jacket pocket, while waiting for Henry to return, and snapped a couple selfies of yourself and several of the pub, posting them on your Instagram, then answered texts you had from family and friends.

“One Witch's Brew for Little Red Riding Hood.” Henry's voice called over all the noise, as he made it over to you, setting your drink down on the table.

“What do you have there?” You asked, motioning to the other glass in his hand.

“This is a Poisoned Apple Cider.” He said, sitting beside you with a glass of red and luster-y liquid. “Non-alcoholic, of course! Since I'm the designated Werewolf for the night.”

“Ha-ha-ha.” You chuckled, slapping him on the thigh, then looked at your drink, blinking and smoking, with purple alcohol in a stemless wine glass. “Did you manage to figure out what's in this?” You asked, picking it up.

“Um, yeah.” He nodded, taking a quick drink of his cider. “Vodka, blue curacao, grenadine and Sprite.” He rattled off the list the bartender had given him. “How is it?” He asked, watching you try it.

“It's pretty darn good.” You nodded with approval. “Did you manage food?”

“I ordered something sinister.” He replied, giving you an impish look.

“Oh dear, Cavill. What have you ordered for us?”

Henry leaned in close to you. “Mummy fingers and blood.” He whispered, before letting out an evil laugh.

“What would a Mummy finger count as, beef jerky?” You teased, taking another draw off your curly straw. “Well, I guess that's what I get when I let a werewolf order for me. Nothing, but bones to gnaw.”

At that, Henry let out a deep belly laugh, eyes sparkling in the orange and purple lights hung around the pub. “I keep forgetting you haven't turned yet.”

“You only just bit me, big boy.” You said, rubbing his chest. “These things take time; I know it's your second try after all.”

“Second?” He mumbled around the rim of his glass.

“Well, you did try it with my grandma-ma, and failed.” You deadpanned, stirring the ice in your drink with your straw.

Henry choked on his drink, setting it on the table, and started coughing. Pounding on his chest to try and recover. You gently pat him on the back, concern on your face, until you saw he was all right, feeling bad to a degree.

“My apologies, Wolf. I'll put less silver in my jokes next time.” You grinned, kissing his cheek, as a server made her way over with your plate of appetizers. “Thank you.” You nodded at her and discovered Henry's Mummy's Finger were Mozzarella sticks made to look like Mummy fingers and the blood was marinara sauce. “Oh, these are so cute, and look tasty!” You cooed, picking up the warm stick, smirking at it, before dipping it in the sauce and taking a bite.

“That they do, my love.” Henry agreed, digging in himself. “You got sauce on your lip.” He pointed out to the small spot at the corner, leaning in.

“Don't you dare, lick it off.” You warned him, in a low voice, smirking.

“My mother taught me manners.” He replied, calmly, before kissing the corner of your mouth for a moment, and when he pulled away, the spot was gone.

You let out a shaky breath and shifted in your seat, picked up your drink and took several sips of it, ignoring the straw, then cleared your throat. All the while, Henry smugly ate beside you, like he didn't know what he had done wasn't driving you wild.

“You all done, Little Red?” Henry asked, finishing his cider.

“Yep!” You nodded, wiping your mouth.

“Cool. Let's hit the Market and get some treats.” He said, standing up and waited for you to do the same, dropped a tip on the table, then walked out with you. “Oh, that cool air feels good.” He commented, unzipping his jacket all the way.

“I'm the one that had alcohol, but you're warm.” You giggled, shaking your head at him. “Or is it all that werewolf hair? Do I need to get you to a groomer?”

“Ssh-shh-ut up.” Henry chuckled, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you in against his side. “Let's just get some sweets.” He said, kissing your temple and leading the way into the main thoroughfare of the Market.

Scents greeted your nose, making you moan, as you entered the hustle and bustle. Freshly popped popcorn, warm and sticky, candied apples, hot out of the oven biscuits, the whirl of candy floss machines, spinning all sorts of fluffy, brightly colored clouds. The treats were just too many to account for and every time you turned your head, you found another treat you needed to get your hands on.

Henry's eyes weren't on the confections, they were on you, seeing the lights in your eyes, the wonder and the short circuit of not knowing where to start or what to try first. “How about candy floss?” He suggested, motioning over to the station, where a woman was walking away with a fluffy pink cloud on a stick.

“That sounds good.” You nodded, heading over with him.

“Two, please.” Henry said, digging into his back pocket for his wallet.

Nodding, the vendor filled the machine, and you watched excitedly as the thin webs started to whirlwind out of the holes, filling the basin. You knew it was just heated up sugar, but watching it happen in front of you was so magical. Dipping a stick in, the worker collected the thready goodness into a puffy pillow, then held it out to you.

“Thank you.” You smiled, taking it from him.

Henry paid and took his own, before the two of you moved on, picking contently at your treat and checking everything out. You picked up a bag of different biscuits, shaped like pumpkins, witches and skulls. Henry grabbed a box of delicious and gooey brownies and a pair of candied apples, drizzled with white and milk chocolate, then wrapped in Halloween cellophane.

“What do you have there?” He asked, as you came back to him.

“Cake-pops!” You smiled, holding a cloth tote with a smiling pumpkin on it.

“Nummy.” He cooed, licking his lips.

“But there's one thing.” You said, moving really close to him.

“I'm listening, Red.” Henry replied, seeing a familiar look in your eyes.

“I wanna go home, Wolf.” You whispered, ignoring all the people moving to step around you and Henry. “And have our own trick or treat.”

A smirk twitched at the corners of Henry's lips. “I couldn't think of a more appropriate way to end the night, Red.” He winked, then offered to take your tote of cake-pops.

“Nope, these are mine.” You shook your head. “Last time I trusted you with cake-pops, I got one bite and only saw the sticks to the other ones.”

“You know cake is my weakness.” Henry chuckled, as the pair of you navigated your way back to the car.

“Just like silver.” You quipped, taking out one of the eyeball cake-pops and started nibbling on it.

The drive home had started off light, nibbling on the treats you had bought at the Market, but they were quickly forgotten, as the mood you had only became more infectious. Amplified by the alcohol and sugar in your veins and the mysterious atmosphere of Halloween. Henry was by far just as aroused as you were, having you touch him. But he was frustrated, when you finally got home, since he couldn't touch you like he wanted, having to drive.

He was literally like a werewolf, when the two of you were finally out of the car and in the driveway, abandoning the containers of treats for each other. Henry swiped you up off your feet as soon as the door was open, making you yelp with surprise and giggle, seeing the rabid look in his eyes, even through the contacts. He kicked the door closed and hauled you upstairs, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss along the way. Kal barked at you from the bottom of the stairs but went ignored.

“My, my, what big eyes you have.” You cooed, panting as you broke the kiss, making it to the bedroom.

“All the better to feast on you with.” Henry replied, pushing your jacket off your shoulders and tossing it aside, looking you over in your costume, then growled in his throat. “And feast on you, I will.” He purred, untying your cape and letting it drift to the floor behind you. “There's never been a more beautiful Red Riding Hood.” He said, leaning in to start kissing your shoulder and neck, while his hands moved over your hips and kneaded your sides, then disappeared behind your back, to slowly unhook the back of your dress.

Shivering, your hands found the front of Henry's jeans, impatiently tugging them open and shoving your hand inside of his boxer briefs, finding what you knew as already there. His rock-hard shaft, that you'd stroked into existence on the car ride home. Henry let out a shuttered growl in your ear, feeling your hand wrap around his cock, the tips of his wolf fangs grazing your neck made you gulp and whimper, worried for a moment that he might actually bite down.

“Henry.” You whispered, tipping your head back to look at him, the concern of his fangs in your eyes.

“I should take them out.” He mumbled, blinking a couple times, before tugging them loose and tossing them on his nightstand. “I'll turn you next year.” He smirked, helping you out of your dress.

“Leave the stockings on.”

You giggled. “As you wish, Wolf.” You smirked, kicking out of your shoes. “But you have to keep the rest of your werewolf stuff on.”

“I'm taking these out.” He said, taking out the contacts. “They're starting to make my eyes itch.”

“Fair.” You smiled, then turned and crawled up to the head of the bed. “Come and get me, my Big Bad Wolf.” You beckoned, crooking a finger at him.

Henry let out a loud howl and scrambled out of the rest of his clothing, dashed over the bed and between your stocking-clad legs, playfully snapping at you. You giggled and pretended to be terrified. Henry actually did bite your neck this time, making loud growling noises at the same time. You rubbed your hands over Henry, squeezing his nape and lightly dragging your nails down his back, hissing as one of his rough love bites landed near your throat.

“My, what sharp claws you have.” He rumbled, placing chaste kisses on his artwork of bites on your neck and shoulder.

“All the better to mark you with.” You cooed, turning your head to tug on his earlobe.

“Mmm, Big Bad loves the sound of that.” Henry hummed, turning his head to look at you, the side of his nose lightly touching yours, his eyes giving you a devilish smirk. “I want to go trick or treating.” He said, kissing you and started working his way down.

“Oh, two treats right away.”

Henry's hand cupped one of your breasts, gently kneading, and rubbing his thumb over your hardened nub, sending bolts of pleasure through your body. Mouth closing around your other breast, as your back arched off the bed and eyes fluttered shut with a soft moan. His hot, velvety tongue glided over the little bud of flesh, applying the slightest amount of suction. The pooling heat between your legs only intensified, the more Henry toyed with you. You hooked one of your legs over his waist and rubbed up against him, letting him feel how slick you were.

Getting the hint, Henry moved on, nibbling down between the valley of your breasts, the muscles under your skin dancing as his teeth grazed ticklish spots. He smirked, his face leveling between your legs, nuzzling the inside of your thigh, your leg resting on his shoulder. Licking his lips, he dipped his head, your scent filling his nose, as his tongue flicked out to taste your wet folds. A hum vibrating in his throat and a smirk spread across his lips, your flavor taking over his tastebuds.

“So much better than Halloween candy.” He purred, warm breath wafting over your glistening womanhood.

“Oh yeah.” You moaned, carding your fingers through his hair. “Even cake-pops?” You teased, squeezing his shoulder.

Henry buried his face between your legs again, splitting your folds with his tongue, drawing a surprised gasp out of you, and collected your juices, savoring it for a long moment, slowly nodding as he did. You giggled and melted again, pressing your palm to the headboard and tangling your fingers into the back of his hair. Henry's mouth cupped you, the tip of his tongue circled your clit, drawing maddening designs that had your legs twitching and toes curling in those black, floral stockings. Your chest heaved, as a light sheen of sweat broke out over your body, whimpering at the invasion of Henry's tongue inside your core.

“W-wolf!” You mewled, bucking against his lips, thighs hugging around his head and feeling the burn of his bearded cheeks. “Henry!” You cried out, slamming your palm against the headboard, eyes rolling into the back of your head, feeling your orgasm build.

Your legs grew numb and heavy, while goosebumps formed over your damp and fevered skin. A bubble of moans and whimpers flowed past your slightly parted lips. Henry's mouth worked your pussy greedily, lapping at the heady slick that flooded from you, grunting like a starved man satisfying his appetite. The seedling of your orgasm was almost in full blossom, when Henry came up for air, lips glossy with your juices and spread with a grin.

“No! What are you doing?” You whined, as he moved up your body, instead of finishing his task. “Hen-'' You gasped, his heavy fingers finding your swollen and charged clit, sending an electrical charge, like Zeus's lightning bolt, shooting up your spine.

“So impatient, Little Red.” He husked, watching your face through hooded and stormy-blue eyes. “This Big Bad Wolf wants to savor his meal.” He smirked, a deep laugh rumbling in his flushed chest, sweat drenched curls stamped to his forehead.

His thick digits scissored as they stroked the length of your sleek privates, intentionally avoiding the stimulation you truly wanted, him buried to the root inside of you. Henry sealed his lips over yours, delving his tongue deep into your mouth, filling your senses with the mixed taste of your arousal and his love. All the while, he still fingered you, working you into a whirlwind orgasm that left you dizzy, limp and sighing, softly.

“Beautiful, Little Red.” He cooed, pressing a kiss between your brows and wrapping his arms around you, rolling over until you laid, heavily, on top of him, face nuzzled into his neck.

You laid there with him for a moment, existing in a teeter-totter of euphoria and sleep, the scent of Henry's hot and sweaty skin filling your nose. But you found balance and pushed yourself up, palms pressed to his muscular chest, as you sat and positioned yourself. Rubbing your sticky womanhood on his hard, throbbing length, feeling his growl against your hands. You planted your knees on the bed, to either side of Henry, to steady yourself, then took him in one of your hands, fisting him. Every ridge and vein reacted to your touch, the velvety skin hot, like lava in your palm. Thick and lustrous pearls of come dripped from his tip and over your fingers, acting as a lubricant.

Henry's hands caressed your thighs and tracing the floral pattern of your stockings, while pushing up into your fist. His body glowed, in a warm flush, the werewolf makeup on his face began to lose its definition with each new bead of sweat. Working him for a few moments more, you straightened up and aligned yourself over Henry's dripping tip. Looking directing into Henry's eyes, you sank onto his shaft, sighing softly as it started to fill you. Henry wiggled his hips, helping you adjust to his size and move ever deeper inside of your core, humming softly.

Reaching out, Henry rested his hands on the back of your arms and pulled you down onto his chest, then turned to lay you both on your sides.

“Henry.” You sighed, hooking your leg over his hip and shifting him deeper in you.

He let out a breathy chuckle, nuzzling his face close to yours, to capture your lips in a slow, but sensual kiss. Rocking together, Henry's hand caressed the length of your back and pulling your leg higher, while still kissing you. Your fingers played with his curls, twisting them around your fingers or tugging them straight, only to have the downy strands bounce back to true.

You pressed your chest against Henry's, and felt his pounding heart, its strong rhythm matching your own. As if, a war drum was being played between your bodies. Breaking the kiss, you tucked your head beneath his, clinging onto him, like a second skin. Soft sounds escaped both of you, as the strength of Henry's movements grew stronger, caught in the primal frenzy of his building climax. Hugging yourself tighter against Henry's smoldering body, you rode every thrust he made, moaning sonorously into his chest.

“Babe.” Henry crooned, fingers curling in the hair at your nape, the sensation of your walls constricting around him, driving a shiver up his back, and milking him over the edge, he buried himself deep and took you with him.

Laying there, still linked and catching your breath, you placed soft kisses all over his chest, while stroking the small of his back and he nosed your hair, cradling you close. You tilted your head back, pressing your lips to the underside of his jaw.

“Hey.” You wheezed, staring up at him.

“Hm?” He hummed back, angling his head down to look you in the face, smiling softly and rubbing noses with you.

An impish look crossed your face. “Aahh-wooo!” You giggled, howling loudly.

“I knew I'd turn you!” Henry roared, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tight.

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[witchersmistress]

Time Out Daddy

this was inspired by @nuggsmum, i took details from a current play date with Daddy that i had over the weekend with his permission of course. now all the fun stuff is a touch of what we did, there are things that occured that sahouldnt be repeat for others.

Trigger warnings: Hedonisim, oral sex, both male and female receiving and giving. P in V, bondage and rough sex, hand necklaces

Word count: 3.3K

my usual warnings, you do not have permission to copy my work in any shape way or form, if you do ill find you and haunt you for the rest of your days

I can do this, I said looking in the mirror as I adjusted my pigtails one more time. It's just August he isnt going to judge you, you've talked about this 100 times. Adjusting my plaid mini skirt and my thigh highs one last time, I made my way out of the bathroom and into the living room where I left him.

He was sitting on his black leather couch reading Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, now that made me giggle, walking to stand in the living room, I held my hands behind my back and looked at the ground in my stocking covered feet. “Well, little one, what do we have here?” August said as he snapped the book closed. Looking up at him through my lashes I just watched his expression as he leaned back on the couch, letting one arm rest on the back of the couch and the other one on the armrest holding a glass of whiskey. He finished in one gulp before setting the glass on the matte black side table next to him. He crooked a finger at me and I proceeded to move.

“Tsk Tsk Tsk, no baby girl, on your hands and knees, crawl” trying to swallow the lump in my throat, i dropped to my hands and knees, putting extra sway into my hips as i made my way between his wide spread thighs. My heart was hammering so loud in my chest, I was positive he could hear it. Crawling between his legs. He tapped his right hand on his thigh, “Up” he commanded moving to rest on my knees, I folded my hands over his left knee and placed my chin on top of them and looked into those stunning blue eyes. Reaching out he caressed my cheek with his thumb “What am i going to do with you little one?” I smiled meekly at this man. He honestly could have passed for a Greek God with his stunning blue eyes, black hair and dark mustache, his salt and pepper scruff adding to his attractiveness. I carefully removed one hand and reached up to scratch his scruff on the underside of his chiseled jaw. He let out a low chuckle and grabbed that hand placing it against his muscular chest pinning it there with his own hand.

We just stared at one another for a few moments before he said “ What bonita?” I just smiled at the man, knowing full well that he was going to break my heart. I could feel my cheeks turning pink, I just rubbed my face into his hand that was still on my face. He leaned forward, moving his hand from my cheek to my neck and grabbed, dragging my lips to his. He devoured them in a porno style kiss, adjusting his grip on my neck,drooping my other hand and gripping me round my waist, he stood while still holding my neck. As he reached his full height, I was on my tiptoes trying not to lose my balance. He broke our kiss, smiling wickedly at me. The hand left my neck, traveling down, stopping at the top of my  short pleated skirt, smirking before he crouched slightly, burying his head in my breasts as his hands traveled from their resting place, past my ass and down to my thighs, grabbing them he picked me up and i wrapped my legs around him “August” i yelled wrapping my arms tight around his neck as he let out a low rumble of a laugh, as he picked up his head  “Relax bonita, i've got you, i wont drop you” carrying me from the living room to his bedroom, he pinned me to the door as he finished ripping my blouse off, exposing my black lace bra. Undoing the back, pulling the straps off he tossed it in some direction, he grabbed both your breasts squeezing them before taking your right nipple in his mouth while rolling the left one in between his fingers “August” you begged. He released your nipple with a pop; it immediately hardened  from the cool air “Yes bonita?” he smiled, his eyes dark with lust and desire. Tugging on my bottom lip with my teeth, he pushed off the door and turned to throw me on his bed. I landed with a soft thud and he was in between my legs and pinned me to the bed with his waist. It was a clash of lips, tongue and moans. Not sure where he ended and I began. He has been so exceedingly patient with me that I said fuck it and i was going to do something that ive long been afraid of. Pushing at his shoulder till he rolled over, I pounced on him “Eyes on me Daddy, you've been a bad boy and you need a time out” . The look that danced across his face was just too funny, it was a mixture of amusement, pride and horror and desire. “What did you just say to me?” Swallowing what i had left of my false bravado “I said eyes on me Daddy, you've been bad and you need a timeout” he quirked a brow at me, a ghost of a smile tugging on his plump lips “Oh little one your ass will be sore tomorrow by the time i'm done with you…” I placed a finger to his lips.

His eyes narrowed  in disapproval. Yep my ass is going to hurt later.. Nipping at his muscular chest as I made my way down his body to his belt, with a shaky breath I undid his belt and slid it off tossing it to the floor. Next I  undo his pants with shaking fingers and drag down the zipper. Seconds later, he’s filling my hands. Long and broad and perfect. Eyeballing his erection, I started to have some doubts. His thumb brushes along my cheek as I look up at him. I expect to find him disappointed, but he isn't, his brows are knitted together in concern, an unspoken question bouncing around his retinas. Cocking my head, I looked at him, he nodded his approval.

“Slow,” he murmurs. 

wiping a bead of pre cum off the silky head of his cock, circling the head slowly as he moaned. Pulling off the rest of his boxers and discarding them on the floor, I move to push his legs apart, sitting between his muscular thighs, twitching in anticipation, his eyes following your every move. Gliding your hand down your stomach to the front of your thong, delving 2 fingers into your soaked core, collecting some of the moisture, and pulling your fingers out watching your glistening juices sliding down your fingers onto your hand “Is that for me bonita?” giving a shy nod with your hand covered in juices, that is the hand you used to start stroking him with, slowly at first just to give him a little taste. 

Picking up the pace of your assault as he moaned beneath you. Lowering your head you lick the underside of his velvet memeber, “Fuck, baby girl” with a gleam in your eye you look up at him as you side you tongue around the top of his head, listening to August moan his pleasure. You grip the bottom of his shaft before pulling him into your mouth, you can taste his precum and your juices mixing together, eliciting a moan from you. Looking up at August through your lashes, making eye contact. ‘Fuck” he grabbed a handful of your hair pulling it out of your face and watching while you suck on his thick shaft “You look so good doing that, ive been picturing you red lips wrapped around my cock all evening” a shudder ran through your body as you reached with you opposite hand to cup his balls and give them a gentle squeeze. He hissed with pleasure as you continued working him over. “If you keep this up i'm going to come in that pretty mouth of yours'' 

No shit sherlock that's the idea  you though smuggly to yourself, closing your eyes you began sucking harder, moaning louder as the grip on your hair tightened and he started to fuck your face, choking you slightly. 

“Wicked girl.” He shifts his grip, keeping one hand in your hair and tilting your head back a little. “You want me to fuck your mouth.” “Mmm.” He uses his free hand to touch your left wrist. “it's too much, you let me know.” you make another sound of assent. August might like playing with the darker edge of desire the same way you crave, but he always manages to check in with you. To make sure I'm right there with him. you make you feel far safer than you have any right to. He holds your head immobile as he begins to move. 

Slowly at first, testing your limits. i've never had a sensitive gag reflex, but it’s not a trait you were particularly grateful for until the moment his cock bumps the back of your throat. it's not a comfortable feeling, but you breathe through your nose and relax into it as best you can. you wanted this. “That’s it, little one.” His soft praise lights you up from within. Instead, you luxuriate in it as he begins to move in earnest, thrusting between your lips, forcing you to relax into it or choke. eyes watering and he wipes your tears away with a gentle thumb, so at odds with the rough hold on your hair. “Next time we do this, you’re going to swallow me down. Every single fucking drop.” pulling me by my hair off of his thick cock, I whimper at the loss but it’s  quickly muffled when he grabs me by the throat and brings me down for a wicked kiss. Climbing up his body, I straddle his thighs as I try to wiggle my way out of the skirt, leaving just my thigh highs, garter belt and black lace thong.

He laughed when I got stuck. Flipping me over, he pulled it off and tossed it. “My my is this all for me?” my black garter belt holding up my tan and red seamed thigh highs. The black lace thong that is soaked at this point.

 sliding down the bed in one smooth motion. “You don’t have to—” My voice catches, breaking off as a shock of pure, erotic bliss rocks through me when his mouth touches me. His warm, wet tongue slowly strokes my clit, and all reason leaves me. All that’s left is the painfully exquisite sensation of his skilled, hungry mouth against my bare flesh. My fingers tangled in his hair, and with whatever bit of brainpower that remains to me, you try to pull him away because it’s too intimate, too much, and… “Just relax,” he murmurs, kissing me gently. “Let me make you as crazy as you make me.” Without waiting for an answer, he dips lower again, letting out a sound that’s half sigh, half moan as his tongue slips between my lips, toward my entrance. “Don’t,” you breathe, but you barely hear the sound because you are melting, weakening, as his lips and tongue and breath combine forces, overwhelming me. Dropping  my head back on the pillows, gripping his hair as if it can anchor me to this world even as his mouth moves against me like magic. He pulls away, grabbing my jaw and forcing me to look at him. “If you try to stop me one more time, I will bind your hands to the headboard, do you understand me?” I nodded  my head as he moved back down my body, to my dripping wet cunt. He explores me slowly at first, tasting and sucking, his teeth nibbling gently at me, his tongue stroking me until you can’t breathe, and my hips start jerking involuntarily against his mouth. He grips my thighs harder, his fingers cutting into my flesh, holding me still while his tongue moves faster. you let out a soft cry when his rough tongue breaches my opening, rasping against the raw, broken skin. But his mouth is wet, and I’m wet, and soon the burning sensation is too entwined with the swirling pleasure to tell where one ends and the other begins. “August,” you gasp. “Stop, it’s too much, you can’t—” He lets out a rough groan and squeezes my thighs harder, opening them wider, his whole body writhing in the bed sheets as he pushes deeper, thrusting his tongue into me until you dizzy with it. you buck under him, grabbing at the pillows, at anything, because you're going to explode if he doesn’t stop. But he doesn’t stop. He goes on and on, moaning into me, eating me, until you can’t hold back the soft, breathy cries that have been building inside me with pleasure. He fucks me relentlessly with his mouth, his tongue, until he pushes me over the edge.It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt, not even when I’ve given myself a good one. This one is different, unwilling almost, as he drags it from my helpless body. A rush of wet heat flows from me in a way you’ve never felt, and you cry out, humiliation burning through me even as the orgasm clenches me in its grip. He moans deep in his throat, pushing his tongue deeper even as you cry out wordlessly, not sure if you’m telling him to stop or continue, not sure of anything except the waves of bone deep pleasure and release bearing me away on a current that you know will take you over the edge of the world into the abyss of August’s darkness.

 When it ebbs, his mouth is still on me but moving slowly, his tongue lazily answering each pulse of my flesh with one of its own. He lifts his face at last, his lips shiny, his eyes wild and unfocused. “God, you taste so fucking good, little one,” he groans, his breath into coming as quick as mine.“I want to eat you till there is nothing left.” “No,” you cry, shoving at his forehead. He unclamps his hands from my aching thighs, which will surely be bruised to hell tomorrow. Instead of climbing on top of me as I expected, he pushed himself up from between my thighs and made his way over to a dresser and opened a drawer. “ I told you what would happen if you tried to stop me one more time, didn’t I?” My mouth quickly dried out. I nodded, he turned around and had a length of red silk rope in his hands “What did you do little one?” fumbling on my words “ you.. You ..sa sa said that you’ll tie my hands to the headboard.” my thighs were shaking, i don't know if it was from the arousal that was flooding my system or the fear of the man who has that much power. “But you didn't answer my question, pet”  Walking back towards the bed, he straddled my thighs grabbing both my wrist as he bound them together. I tried to wiggle out of his grasp but that wasn't happening. “Now what did you do?” dragging my eyes up his body, to meet his gaze. “I told you no and try to shove you off of me” he finished securing my wrist before he laced the rope through a metal ring and secured it. I pulled and wiggled on it but I wasn't going anywhere.

He let out a low chuckle, “No where was I?” trailing his fingers down my cheek, across my jaw to my chin, down my neck and then he grabbed “Oh that's right, i was going to eat what's mine” lowering himself down my body, nipping at my exposed, stomach, and thighs he braced himself on my inner thighs and spreads them wide, staring up at me with that hazy, transfixed expression. There’s no way he can miss what a mess you made. When he leans down, you tense, trying to twist away. “Stop or I'll bind your feet and ankles next,” he snaps, forcing my legs wide. “Let me lick the cream out of your cunt.” His tongue is gentle this time, slowly winding a spiral of pleasure deeper and deeper into my core as he laps up the mess of cum from my wrecked pussy until you swear even my heart is quivering for him. When you think you can’t take it another second, he slides a long finger into me. He murmurs. “I want to feel you gush again.” Then his mouth descends, stroking me toward an edge I know that I can't come back from. This time, I  didn't even try. I let him carry me over. 

By the third or fifth one, I couldn't quite keep track, I was on the verge of passing out. “August” I panted as he continued pounding into me. Gripping the satin sheets in a white-knuckled hold, a second orgasm rockets through my body like fireworks exploding in a dark sky. When I muffle my grunted screams into a pillow, August’s raspy groans become more prominent. I never thought I was a screamer, but August has proved me wrong. My throat is as raw as my heart. I knew August would be fantastic in bed, but I’m still astounded by his impressive stamina.

, “Just one more little one” I shook my head. My body is slack, unresponsive, and covered head to toe in slick sweat. The only reason I’m still upright is because of the silk rope still holding me in place. 

An unexpected squeal rips from my dry mouth when August flips me onto my stomach.

Any protest on further contact is disregarded when I catch his intense gaze scanning my face as he slides back inside me. His eyes look as content as my body does. A husky moan rolls up my throat when his mouth seals over mine. This time, his kiss is passionate and slow, expanding my heart with every caress, nibble, and lick he does. Even the relentless rhythm of his pounding eases. Placing his open palm on my back, August tilts my hips higher, giving him unrestricted access to my throbbing pussy. I’m surprised a short time later when a familiar tightening in my lower stomach gains intensity again so quickly. “Eyes,” August demands. My orgasm rushes to the surface, excited he can already intuit my body so well he knows I’m moments away from climaxing.. He pumps into me on repeat, stealing the air from my lungs with every perfect stroke. “Oh God…” I pant, overcome by the tingling in my core.

The desire to snap my eyes shut is overwhelming when another orgasm roars through my spent body, but I keep them open, fighting through the sensation eating me whole. When my nails dig into August’s sheets, spurts of cum brutally erupt from his throbbing knob. “Fuck, little one,” he groans before leaning over and entrapping my bottom lip between his teeth. The sting of his bite is painful, but his tongue soon soothes the pain. Once every drop of cum has been released, he frees my lip from his menacing teeth before rolling off me. His eyes remain locked on mine as he removes the condom from his still throbbing cock.

Disposing the condom into a trash can, he rejoins me in bed. Gently rolling me over from my stomach to my back, he reaches up and unties the satin rope from the bed frame. I let out a dramatic sigh as my arms dropped. “You hedonistic bastard" i said, laughing , he untied my wrist and rubbed it for me, handing me a drink of water, I chugged it down greedily. Taking the glass from me, he pulled my back into his chest and lifted the covers over us, even exhausted beyond comprehension, my lips tug high when he spoons his body close to mine. With multiple earth-shattering orgasms rendering me immobile, I soon fall into a blissful post-orgasmic sleep.

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[lovieebby]

I’ve gotten really inspired for the oast couple days for this AU so Ive created some mood/visual boards, this one is just a little one of Jane’s home

Im fr so into this Henry (AU)

#noshame lmao

Hopefully I’ll post later tonight or late evening on sunday

(I also own none of these photos, they all come from Pinterest)

#henry cavill (AU) #Henry Cavill x OC #henrycavill fanfic #window panes

[itstheimpossibledream]

Birthday Bear 🐻

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: Daddy!Dom Henry, Smut, Masterbation, Female orgasm, Riding

Summary : A little bit of a blurb , it’s Henry’s bday and he gets you, his longterm girlfriend a gift🎁 that’s secretly for him.

Dinner was nice, it was oddly relaxing to be able to finally spend time together.

He comes back into the room handing you a stuffed bear as you finish taking off your heels.

“But it’s your birthday” you look at him bewildered “why are you giving me a gift?” You’re completely confused by his gesture but, think it best not to refuse him.

“O it is for me.” He smirks, his accent seeming even more prevalent and cocky than normal.

From the look on his face you could tell something was up, you just weren’t sure how far it was supposed to go.

He sat in the dark leather chair at the corner of the room,the smugness in his face practically unbearable.

“What?” You ask confused. You can feel yourself blushing, but you don’t want to show him how turned on you are amidst his silence,just from his presence. You squeezed your thighs together and you saw him hold back a laugh.

“ I want to watch you ride it.” His tongue juts out over the bottom of his top lip as his thick fingers tap the arm of the chair.Your eyes dart around the room, unsure of how best to play this.

He gets up from the chair, crossing the room to you, he faces you as he runs the pads of his fingertips against the backs of your arms. While you are still unsure of his request, you allow him to unzip your dress. His fingers gingerly ease it off of your shoulders. As you work it down, over your hips he chuckles.

“Show me on the bed.”He whisperers calmly in your ear before smacking you hard on the ass.

You scramble to the mattress in your underwear and sit atop the stuffed bear.

He had a drink on the stand next to his chair, a small glass of scotch he had poured for himself earlier. He drank it while watching you, drinking you in too.

“ I can wait until you stop pretending to be shy.” He laughs, looking down into his glass.

It wasn’t that you were shy, simply that you had trouble being slutty without guidance.

But he knew that. “ Hump it babe. Show me how much of a good little slut you are.” He calmly said.

You feel your hips slowly begin to grind down on the stuffing and while you feel your cheeks heating up with embarrassment you couldn’t help but be turned on.

You allow yourself to let go, getting into the rhythm of your hips under his watchful gaze.

“So you like being watched?” he asked

You don’t respond,focusing more on not allowing yourself to get immediately carried away

“You like being watched and knowing how hard I get watching you don’t you?” he asks again

You can feel the pool of wetness you’re creating between yourself and the bear and you start to whine, wanting to come. He sits down his drink, as his opposite hand goes to his crotch. You see him working himself over, through his pants and want nothing more than to crawl over to him, and have him use you.

“Answer me.” he said,undoing his belt buckle and revealing himself to you.

“Yes Daddy” you managed to reply instinctively before your breath caught in your throat.It always did when you saw him like this, constantly surprised by both his length and girth.

His smile grew, watching your expression. “ You look so good like that princess.”

“Daddy I want to cum.” you cry out.

“Well you have to wait sweetheart.”

“Please daddy, please let me come.” you beg.

“If you cum I’m going to have to fuck you until I’m done.” he whispers,in a voice that sends a shiver down your body to your core.

#smut #henrycavill x y/n #henry cavill smut #henry cavill fanfic #henrycavill fandom #henrycavill au #henry cavill edit #henry cavill one shot #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill rp #henry cavill superman #henry cavill reader #henrycavill fic #the witcher #geralt x ofc #geralt of rivia imagine #geralt fanfic

[userkhael]

found

Summary: You and Geralt are bound to each other. A prophecy fulfilled but as great love stories go, nothing is ever simple.

Pairing: Geralt x Reader

Warning: Mentions of blood and murder, first time, virgin depiction

Word Count: 2300+

Taglist: @kebabgirl67 @liecastillo @lumiousmoon @violacavs520 @summersong69 @est1887 @little-brattyangel @myloveforhenrycavill @calwitch @wheretheriversrunintothesea  @pandaxnienke @a-little-counter-esperanto @cavillsthighs​

A/N: This is my first Geralt fanfiction and somehow was inspired to make one when I heard the song "Found" by Jason Banks which is the ultimate inspiration of the title. Let me know if you listen to it.

This is not beta'd and I edit my own work so there will be errors ☺️ Thank you in advance for your likes, comments and reblogs.

[This story doesn't follow the Witcher timeline or any of its characters.]

**I do not give permission to repost parts of my work without my consent**

**I own the GIF used for this story**

The moonlight shone on his face and revealed the scars not seen even in daylight. You wanted to reach out to touch his face but you decide against it. Geralt has been on the edge ever since you left Blaviken, killing some of its men. It was because of you. He was protecting you. You, a nobody, is being protected by Geralt, the famous white wolf.

You always felt powerless without him, like the world shifts and you are just floating in midair waiting for the wind to take you. But then he found you ages ago, and you felt deep in your gut that you should be with him. After months and months of travel to his missions, or when someone randomly tosses a coin for his aid, you're there waiting for him. But he never lay his eyes on you. Not one, not ever. 

So you wanted to somehow catch his attention, not until you heard another women's name on his lips while he's asleep.

"Renfri..." he utters, his voice deep and rumbling like the storm nearby. He flutter his eyes just as your heartbreak sinks in. He knew you wanted him for so long but he didn't say he's bewitched by someone else. So out of self pity, you should get out before it's too late.

The anger and pain stirred in your heart and decided you will wait no longer. Not for someone who never sees your worth. This must be the reason why he is so distant towards you. But the truth will hurt less than not saying.

"Y/N..." He calls out your name, his deep voice now soft. You have shared a few kisses yet he's not wanting to bring it any further but now, you know better.

You align the blanket as far away as possible from where he's lying down. And you quietly cry, every tear drop witnessed by the moon, looking at you and must think you have been a fool all along.

Geralt never bothered you again and finally, you were able to shut your eyes and fall asleep.

You wake up just as the sunlight breaks into the sky. You look back and Geralt is still asleep not far away from you. You gather your belongings and carry them on your back. You saw a village not far away, maybe you can settle down, find work and live a normal life. Away from magic.

It's mere magic Geralt and you meet. An old woman you met along the road mentions something about a bond. Confused, you didn't probe further. Some nonsense old wives tale to scare villages.

You stand up, looking back at the sleeping wolf, some his white hair falling smoothly in front of his face. You swallow the lump in your throat and walked away.

A few miles away, you can hear him scream your name but you hide. You hide not because you don't want to be found but you hide because you don't want to get hurt. Again.

Once you felt you're in the clear, you walked again. Not looking back this time and finally arriving at the village. Now it's time to find a place to sleep and some food in your stomach.

-

You managed to get a room for tonight with bread and ale to fill your stomach. You look at the few coins in your pocket. Not enough to stay in this village for too long and too far away to go back to where you came from.

You ate and tucked your self to sleep, dismissing all thoughts of him. He's possibly somewhere his aid is needed. Not wandering to look for you. You're not that important and that stings a little bit but you know you'll get used to it.

You close your eyes and fell into a deep sleep. And you dreamt about two people being united in marriage with kids running around, white hair and rosy cheeks. The view is too far, so you can't see the faces of the two people out front. But as you inches forward, you are certain the other one is Geralt, his hand clasped above a woman's as they say their words of union, a cloth binding their hands.

"By fate or magic, we unite thee, two souls floating freely now bound to each other..."

You walked towards so you can see the woman's face, still blurry while Geralt smiles at her with so much affection.

You actually thought for one second that you would see your face. You chuckle, even your dreams are betraying you. Just as you're walking out, feeling confused and oddly haunted, this was supposed to be a dream but it feels like something else.

The children ran up to the woman but you're too far away, but as they kissed her cheeks you caught sight of her hair. It's long, wavy and brown. Her eyes are the same color, warmth she possesses as she tends to her children. She then stepped towards Geralt and kissed him on the lips.

Your body shot up from bed, gasping for air, your dream becoming more of a nightmare. And the impossibility is too much. Witchers cannot procreate. It's been like that for thousands of years. So what your mind just spun is a lot of nonsense.

You reach for the jug of water but it's empty. You didn't remember anything other than sleeping so it couldn't possibly be empty. The pub downstairs is closed and no help around to get it for me. I pull up my night dress and tiptoed downstairs. Slowly but surely so no one can hear me. Another jug of water is neatly placed on the table, too out of place but you take it anyway. You're too thirsty to even think.

The cool freshness of liquid soothes your dry throat and as the jug hit the table you hear the thud of boots just as quickly as he said your name.

"Y/N..."

You didn't have time to think so you abandon the jug and run upstairs, not caring if it will wake up anyone. And since magic doesn't work on you, Geralt can't use it. But he's quick and big enough to block your way.

"There's no time to waste. They're catching up on us."

You scoff, pulling yourself from his tight grip, trying your hardest to remove him from your sight. You didn't even have a whole day to yourself before he shows himself.

He looks at your face, scanning your face, for something you don't know.

"You've been having dreams too." He whispers, his voice so low you can feel it in your core.

Finally, you're out of his hold, hugging yourself.

"What dreams?"

"I can see it in your eyes. You've seen them too."

"I don't know what you're talking about." You quivered, remembering every vivid detail from the dream.

"You have, haven't you? Our children, white hair, brown eyes and cheeks as red as yours right now."

"It's impossible..." You say more to yourself than him.

"That's what I thought too. But those dreams are somewhat a look into the future, with a prophecy of a half human and half Witcher powerful enough to wipe enemies. The court, the mages, royalties, everyone is coming after us. We need to keep moving."

You shake your head not believing anything he says. He will say everything just so you'll come with him.

"I don't believe you. How can we have children when you are not capable to reproduce and even if it's possible, you haven't laid your eyes on me in a romantic way. Never made me feel wanted by you. Why should I believe you? You might be one of those who's after me."

Your parents always knew you're different. You were always laughed at because of it. A human that can wield powerful magic that mages need to learn for years. You're born with it, an abomination, as they say.

Of all people, Geralt was aware of this, having been in your village for catching the monster who's eating all the village's livestock. He was aware of you. He couldn't possibly been blind about this. Now his intentions are not clear.

You try to run to the room but you feel the wind blew past both of you, gravity pulling you back where Geralt is standing. And that's when you hear people coming, the all too familiar voices of mages that tortured your parents. You close your eyes and see them closing in on the pub. You haven't used your power in years, how could they possibly know?

You look back at Geralt, deciding if you should trust him or not.

Without wasting any time, you held his hand and drag him to the room you're staying in, cast a concealment spell on the door and hesitated.

"They would know I used magic." You pace back and forth as Geralt stood there, all brooding.

"Any ideas?" You face him and yet no reaction, just staring at you.

When you hear the owner letting the mages in, you're out of options and just want to create a portal to somewhere far, far away from here but that also means the mages will follow the trail of your magic. They can't know you're still alive.

You look at Geralt one more time and came up with a bright idea. At least a few seconds pretend won't hurt anyone.

You strip your clothes and walked to Geralt, his face flush as he looks down at your body. You remove his armor one by one.

"Y/N..." he grunts, not agreeing to this at all.

"Look, I know your heart is taken by someone else and you don't want anything to do with me but we need to do this, to stay alive. You can lie down and at least pretend you like it."

When you hear the first knock on the doors outside, you strip every clothing Geralt has and pushed him on the bed and putting on a small cloth just as where you will be sitting on.

"I need you to moan." As you ride him without penetration, you look into his eyes and lift his hand, placing it on top of your breast.

"I don't -"

Then the knock came, they warned they'll come in no matter what. You increase the speed on where you're riding him, your back on the door, impossible for them to see you and would be embarrassed enough to interrupt two people who are making passionate love.

The mage lingered for a while, I felt him scan the scenario but didn't feel anything in particular. He just thought two people rutting against each other. I can read the disappoinment in his mind.

I hope I can also read Geralt's mind as I pretend to make love to him.

Once the door shuts, you stand up, gathered your nightdress and slips it on.

"Do you really think that?" He's still lying down, practically naked without that small cloth you sat on.

Your eyebrows furrowed, not knowing what he's talking about.

"You really think I'm in love with someone else?" He sits up, his white hair sticking to his sweaty skin.

"Aren't you?" You feel the cold breeze past your chest and your nipples hardened.

"Y/N, I don't know how to explain this but ever since you came with me, I haven't laid eyes on any other woman."

"Really? Who's Renfri then?"

"What?"

"You uttered her name in your sleep. Now, I am completely inexperienced in love but when you utter someone's name when you're unconscious, they're pretty important."

Your back is at him, afraid he'll see the hurt on your face.

"Renfri was my sister."

"Was?" You spin around and you see him with his head down.

"She was killed not long before."

"How come you didn't tell me?" I walk towards him, he looks up and I touch his face just as he lay his head against my chest.

"I reek of blood and violence and everything humans should probably stay away from. I couldn't bear to see you be burdened by any of this."

"Geralt..."

"Tell me, Y/N, do you also feel that warm feeling in the pit of your stomach? I feel that when you're around. And when you ran away, all I felt was fear. Fear of not seeing you ever again."

He didn't move, just spoke with his head down and my hands wrapped on it.

"Forgive me..."

You touch his face and his chin, forcing him to look up. His golden eyes showing so much emotions. You cage his face on your hands and gave him soft kisses on the lips. His hands are rough and calloused but his lips, soft like cotton.

You bring his hands in front of you.

"These hands are capable of murder but I trust them completely. I trust them to make me safe. I trust you."

And within a heartbeat, your mouths collided, hands on each other's body like two sailors on a boat in the middle of the sea. Anchored by each other.

He carries you to the middle of the bed, knowing this is your first time, he did everything just to make sure there will be no pain. But when he finally sunk in you, you feel your walls being ripped apart and that's when you feel the trickle of blood from your center dripping down his length.

Geralt slowly and surely thrust inside you. Whispering sweet nothings to distract you from the pain and when his finger flicked your mound, the pain is now mixed with pleasure. Until there was no pain anymore.

Your bodies united, hearts connected, souls intertwined.

Sparks fly behind your eyes as you reach nirvana, holding on to Geralt's strong arms. He carefully removes you from his lap and dipped some cloth in water, wiping the blood that clung to your thighs. It was somewhat so intimate seeing him concentrating. You stop him and he drops the cloth on the side of the table.

You kissed him, more passionate this time, feeling that hot, burning desire in your gut again. 

"Make love to me, Geralt." You whisper, your lips on his.

"Hmm..." he grunts and smiles before sinking into you again. That feeling only him can give you.

The emptiness and pain now just a distant memory as you fall deeper in love with the White Wolf.

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