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Happenstance: Part Six

Story Summary: Henry is about to go to bed one night when he suddenly gets a text from a random number he doesn’t know. What happens when you accidentally text the star actor of The Witcher? Memes apparently. Lots and lots of memes. Part One | Part Two |  Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Lizzy Moore)

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Not to ruin it, but LOTS of sexy talk.

A/N: aLRIGHT GUYS. Let's address the elephant in the room. It's been TWO AND A HALF YEARS since I updated this bad boy. This chapter has been sitting in my drafts for like, a year and a half. But HERE I AM TO POST IT FINALLY YAAAAAAY. I promise, it's VERY worth it. :P

A/N #2: So, I just wanted to remind for this chapter that this is written in a world where the pandemic is still FRESH and everyone is home in hardcore lockdown. That's all. Enjoy!

Beta: Thank you @midnightswithdearkatytspb for betaing this chapter and for helping me get the motivation and excitement to post this damn thing! You're amazing.

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(Lizzy:) Um, Joey. 

(Joey:) Um, Lizzy? 

(Lizzy:) Did you know that Henry was sending me something? 

(Joey:)

(Lizzy:) Okay, but before or AFTER I asked you for HIS address to send mine? 

(Joey:) Before. 👀

(Joey:) But I shit you not. Henry asked me the same day for your address. It was so cute.

(Joey:) It's like a movie. 

(Joey:)

(Lizzy:) But like, why? Why would he send me a gift? 

(Joey:) Well, why did YOU send him a gift? 

(Lizzy:) Because I wanted to apologize, and I hadn't heard from him in over a week and felt like I should make that reach. 

(Joey:) Hmm, maybe he's feeling the same way? 

(Joey:)

(Lizzy:) I mean, I guess so? 

(Lizzy:) I just feel so fucking terrible about the whole thing.

(Joey:) Trust me, I think Henry is feeling the same way, Liz. 

(Lizzy:) Why do you say that?

(Joey:) Um, HELLO ELIZABETH. He sent you a gift in the mail. Have you opened it yet? 

(Lizzy:) No. It's just sitting on my coffee table. I've been sitting here staring at it for a good 10 minutes. 

(Joey:) Oh GOD, you two are perfect for each other. You're both so melodramatic. 

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(Henry:) Joey. I just got a package in the mail from Lizzy. Did you give her my address? 

(Joey:)

(Henry:) Do you know what she sent me? 

(Joey:) Nope. Lizzy just said she wanted to send you something as an apology gift. 

(Henry:) Do you know if she's gotten mine yet?

(Joey:) It’s funny you ask that. She just texted me that she got yours—what a coincidence. 

(Joey:)

(Henry:) She did?! Did she say if she opened it? What does she think of the gifts?

(Joey:) She hadn’t opened it yet when I just talked to her. Also, can you two just text each other instead of using me as a middle man? As much as I like being updated at every instance on this drama, I don’t want to be like, DIRECTLY in the middle. 

(Henry:) I don’t know if she’ll talk to me, though, Joey. 

(Joey:)

(Joey:) Henry. SHE SENT YOU A GIFT. JUST FUCKING TEXT HER PLEASE. 

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(Henry:) Hey Lizzy, I just got your package. I heard you got mine?

(Lizzy:) Hi! Yes, I did. I haven’t opened it yet, though. 

(Henry:) I haven’t opened yours yet either. 

(Lizzy:) You know, you didn’t have to send me a gift Henry. 

(Henry:) I could say the same thing to you. I’m the one who messed up. 

(Lizzy:) Are you sure? Because I’m pretty sure I overstepped and made you uncomfortable and made you think I was using you? 😔

(Henry:) Yeah, but I accused you of that, and I shouldn’t have. I completely overreacted. That’s why I sent the gift. I didn’t think a ‘I’m sorry’ would suffice for that. 

(Lizzy:) Well, that’s very sweet of you. I appreciate the apology. And honestly, I’m glad that you’re talking to me. 

(Lizzy:) 

(Henry:) I am, too. I’ve wanted to text you this whole time. I just didn’t know what to say. I honestly kind of thought I might have scared you off. I know you said you’d be waiting, but I didn’t know if that waiting period had an expiration date. And I was kind of embarrassed, I'm not going to lie. 

(Lizzy:) Henry, you're just being cautious. It was dumb of me to tell you about a freaking sex dream that I had. 

(Henry:) Liz, don't say that. You're not dumb, please don't call yourself that. 

(Lizzy:) No, it's just that I felt dumb because I'm so good at rushing into things and I thought it had finally caught up with me and I sabotaged a good thing. 

(Henry:) You didn't sabotage anything. If anyone did it's me. 

(Lizzy:) Why do you say that?

(Henry:) Because I had a beautiful, amazing, sexy woman who I am very much into telling me about the sex dream she had with me. Who doesn't want that?

(Lizzy:) But still. it's understandable, Hen.

(Henry:) Is it though? Even though since we talked last I've had a sex dream about you and felt even more guilty afterwards?

(Lizzy:) Oh, Hen. It's totally normal to have sex dreams about people you know so please don't feel guilty. 

(Henry:) I like it when you call me that btw 😏

(Lizzy:) What? Call you Hen? 

(Henry:) Yeah, I think it's cute. 😏

(Lizzy:)

(Lizzy:) Well I thought it was adorable when you called me Liz earlier. 

(Lizzy:) Now, should we open our presents? 

(Henry:) We should.

(Lizzy:) I'm so nervous!

(Lizzy:)

(Henry:) Why are you nervous? 

(Lizzy:) Oh I don't know Henry... the guy I like got me this gift that is literally taking up my ENTIRE coffee table. 

(Lizzy:)

(Henry:)

(Henry:) I was just going to get you a couple things but then I think I went a little overboard. Please open it! 

(Lizzy:) Can I call you while I do? Would that be okay?

(Henry:) Absolutely. I would really like that. 

𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟: 💙𝗟𝗶𝘇𝘇𝘆💙

(Henry:) "Hi there Lizzy."

(Lizzy:) "Hi, Henry." 

(Henry:) "So, are you going to open it or what? My anxiety is off the charts now."

(Lizzy:) "Okay, okay! I'm opening it right now...oh my god. Henry..."

(Henry:) "Do you like it?" 

(Lizzy:) "What do you mean 'it?' Which thing?! Henry there's so MANY things in this! When you said you went overboard you really did."

(Henry:) "Yeah...is it too much? I'm sorry if it's too much-"

(Lizzy:) "No! Henry, this gift basket is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. God, what is all in here anyway?" 

(Henry:) "There's a little bit of everything."

(Lizzy:) "You could say that again! Henry! There's bath salts in here and a bath bomb, and is this a robe?! Henry this robe is so fucking soft. And slippers? Henry!"

(Henry:) "So you like it?" 

(Lizzy:) "Henry! Why wouldn't I like this?! Oh-oh my god Henry. You didn't."

(Henry:) "Oh no. Did I get something bad?" 

(Lizzy:) "No, just Henry. These face masks." 

(Henry:) "Are they not good? Do you not like them?" 

(Lizzy:) "Henry, stop. These are amazing! They're also like almost $100 each! This is too much. I-I can't accept this." 

(Henry:) "No! Please don't. I just read that those ones were really good and I know you like doing face masks so I thought you would like them." 

(Lizzy:) "God this makes me feel like shit about my gift. Like, you got me this giant spa themed gift basket that apparently I don't want to know how much money you put into." 

(Henry:) "I just figured it was the least I could do. Help you relax after all the stress I put you through." 

(Lizzy:) "Henry, this is literally the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. You're too kind." 

(Henry:) "No, I'm just the right amount of kind to you, Lizzy. Now it's time for me to open yours." 

(Lizzy:) "God, I'm so nervous. I should have had you open yours first. I can't follow this." 

(Henry:) "Oh hush, Lizzy. I'm sure I'll love whatever it is." 

(Lizzy:) "God I hope so. It's not $300 worth of fancy face masques but I hope you like it." 

(Henry:) "Wait, Lizzy. Are you serious? Did you make this shirt?" 

(Lizzy:) "I did. I stole your measurements from work and made it for you. I um-I put reinforced buttons across the chest for you so there's no cleavage gaps. And then I made sure to put in a little extra room into your shoulder and bicep area, hopefully without making you look too bulky. Do you like the color? I know it's just like a super light grey but I figured it'd be versatile." 

(Henry:) "Liz, this is amazing. Wait, what's this?" 

(Lizzy:) "Oh yeah, I made you something else for you too." 

(Henry:) "Did you make me brownies?" 

(Lizzy:) "I did! You said you wanted some that one time I told you I was making them when we were talking, so I thought I'd make some just for you."

(Henry:) "That's so kind of you. Wait, what's this other one?" 

(Lizzy:) "Oh! Um, those are treats for Kal." 

(Henry:) "You made something for Kal?" 

(Lizzy:) "Yeah, I figured he should get a treat, too! And I promise it's dog friendly. I got the recipe from my aunt who works with dogs. It has banana, zucchini and carrots. And then almond milk, chia seeds, oat flour. All things that canines can have and are good for them."

(Henry:) "Liz, I'm just in awe. This is all amazing. I know you said that my gift was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for you, but I can tell you that this is also the sweetest thing anyone has done for me."

(Lizzy:) "Oh it was nothing, I just made you brownies and a shirt."

(Henry:) "Listen to yourself, Liz. You made me a shirt. From scratch! And made sure to modify it to fit me. That's so kind, and means so much to me that you'd do that. And can I be honest with you?"

(Lizzy:) "Of course you can, Hen." 

(Henry:) "When you told me that you made a treat for Kal, god I could kiss you. I still want to kiss you for all of this." 

(Lizzy:) "Is that so?"

(Henry:) "You have no idea. The fact that you didn't just think of me but Kal, too? I'm just- god Lizzy." 

(Lizzy:) "What?"

(Henry:) "You just keep doing more and more things to make me fall for you, aren't you?" 

(Lizzy:) "I mean, this time it wasn't on purpose, I promise."

(Henry:) "Oh? Just this time?" 

(Lizzy:) "I mean, yeah. I don't send pictures of my ass to just anyone." 

(Henry:) "Well, I guess that's good to hear?" 

(Lizzy:) "Oh shut up, you. You know what I mean." 

(Henry:) "Right now I'm wishing I could see that ass in person." 

(Lizzy:) "Henry, we can't be talking like this." 

(Henry:) "And why not?" 

(Henry:) "Because the last time we did we didn't talk for a week and a half and it killed me the whole time." 

(Henry:) "Yes. But that's because I was being an idiot."  

(Lizzy:) "Henry...no you weren't." 

(Henry:) "Okay, let's just agree to disagree on that?"

(Lizzy:) "Fine...I guess so." 

(Henry:) "But it's because I let my emotions get the best of me, and let past relationship troubles get in the way. Someone who just wanted to just shag me wouldn't make me a shirt from scratch, brownies and treats for Kal. I can tell you really care about me." 

(Lizzy:) "Well good. I do care about you, Henry. A lot."

(Henry:) "And I care about you, Lizzy."

(Lizzy:) "Can I tell you something really pathetic?"

(Henry:) "I doubt it's going to be pathetic, but yes please tell me." 

(Lizzy:) "No, it really is. I missed you enough that I watched some of your movies this week."

(Henry:) "Oh? Is that so? Which ones did you watch?" 

(Lizzy:) "I watched Man of Steel and The Man From Uncle and Immortals. You know, I remember thinking how buff you were in Immortals. But seeing you now? You look puny there!"

(Henry:) "Haha, I guess you could say that." 

(Lizzy:) "Also, I have to ask something." 

(Henry:) "Yes?"

(Lizzy:) "How often did they have to wax you? Was it like a daily thing? Were you terribly itchy the whole time?" 

(Henry:) "Hahaha, oh Lizzy. Well, all of us shirtless men initially waxed, a lot. But then we all started breaking out from the waxing, so they switched to shaving us." 

(Lizzy:) "Did you hate it?" 

(Henry:) "Eh, it has its perks. For instance you could see the definition of muscles better."

(Lizzy:) "Oh you don't have to tell me that. Also, I’m sorry, but did you have an eight pack in that movie?" 

(Henry:) "Uh, yeah. I did, I did, haha."

(Lizzy:) "That's incredibly impressive. I didn't think that was actually achievable." 

(Henry:) "Oh it is. It was a lot of work. Eight hours of training a day. And I did only body weight exercises so I wouldn't gain any mass, just muscle."

(Lizzy:) "Hen, that's insane. Impressive, but mostly insane. Also I like you better now compared to that movie." 

(Henry:) "Is that so? What do you like better about me now?" 

(Lizzy:) "I dunno, I just think you look better bulkier is all." 

(Henry:) "Well I can definitely say that this is a lot easier to maintain than that." 

(Lizzy:) "Oh I bet. Also, there's something you said that I can't stop thinking about." 

(Henry:) "What's that?" 

(Lizzy:) "That you said something about you having had a sex dream about lil’ old me."

(Henry:) "Yes, yes I did, haha. What about it?" 

(Lizzy:) "Would it be too forward to ask you about it?" 

(Henry:) "No, no I don't think so. But, before we get to that we need to get one thing settled."

(Lizzy:) "What's that?"

(Henry:) "Do you forgive me for being a complete and total ass to you before?"

(Lizzy:) "Henry, there's nothing to forgive-"

(Henry:) "Lizzy, please."

(Lizzy:) "Alright, alright, haha. Whatever I can tell you to help you sleep at night. Yes Henry, I forgive you."

(Henry:) "Thank you, I've been getting awful sleep. I'm happy to know I'll sleep well tonight now"

(Lizzy:) "Oh gosh you're such a shit."

(Henry:) "Yeah, but you like it." 

(Lizzy:) "You caught me, haha."

(Henry:) "Well, now you can ask your questions."

(Lizzy:) "I mean, I didn't really have any specific questions about it. I just wanted to know what happened, that’s all."

(Henry:) "So, you want me to tell you about the sex we had in my dream?"

(Lizzy:) "Mmhmm."

(Henry:) "You want me to describe in graphic detail the things we did to each other?" 

(Lizzy:) "I mean, it’s not required but it would be greatly appreciated. You’d probably get extra credit even."

(Henry:) "To tell you how we were sitting on my couch kissing? One of my hands in your hair, the other on your neck. How once things got heated you got on top of me to straddle my lap?"

(Lizzy:) "I mean, that does sound like something I would do." 

(Henry:) "And then how I wrapped my arms around you and pressed you close to me as we made out like teenagers? It was actually really adorable because you started to grind against me, and you got so embarrassed because it was instinctual that you did." 

(Lizzy:) "Oh see, now that doesn't sound like me. I would have done it on purpose."

(Henry:) "Oh?"

(Lizzy:) "I mean, yeah. I don't usually grind on someone by accident." 

(Henry:) "Is that so? Well, I guess that's good to know."

(Lizzy:) "Sorry, sorry. I'll stop interrupting. Continue, continue." 

(Henry:) "Well so, then after you started grinding on me I let my hands slip under the back of your shirt and unclasp your bra. You take it off under your shirt and your bra and toss them to the side. And god, you looked so perfect sitting there on my lap."

(Lizzy:) "Henry..."

(Henry:) "Do I need to stop?" 

(Lizzy:) "No, no. I want you to continue." 

(Henry:) "Haha, are you sure about that?"

(Lizzy:) "Henry, I'm pretty sure this is the hottest thing that has ever happened to me." 

(Henry:) "Is that so?"

(Lizzy:) "Henry, please please keep going."

(Henry:) "Can I ask you something?" 

(Lizzy:) "Mmhmm." 

(Henry:) "...are you, touching yourself?" 

(Lizzy:) "Are you?" 

(Henry:) "That all depends on what you say."

(Lizzy:) "Oh my gosh, fine, haha. Yes Henry, I'm currently touching myself to you describing us having sex because hearing you telling me those things in your velvety voice is the hottest thing ever. You know I love your voice and this is just, amazing. So if you could please tell me you are touching yourself too so I don't feel embarrassed that would be great." 

(Henry:) "Haha yes Lizzy, I am too. And you think my voice is velvety?" 

(Lizzy:) "Henry, I could get off listening to you read the phonebook." 

(Henry:) "You know, there actually is a video of Armie and me doing just that."

(Lizzy:) "Oh? Well, I know what I'm listening to before bed tonight." 

(Henry:) "Well I mean I could just let you listen to that instead of finishing..."

(Lizzy:) "Oh Henry, don't be a fucking tease."

(Henry:) "But for some reason I feel like you like being teased."

(Lizzy:) "That's beside the point. Now please, please continue." 

(Henry:) "Or what?" 

(Lizzy:) "Or I'm going to hang up this phone and finish by myself." 

(Henry:) "Fine, fine. Now where was I?"

(Lizzy:) "I'm sitting on your lap and grinding on you, and you just took my bra off. Under my shirt you said? That doesn't make sense to me. Why wouldn't you just take my shirt off and then my bra?"

(Henry:) "Lizzy, haha. Do you want me to continue or are you going to just over analyzing a sex dream I had?"

(Lizzy:) "Sorry, yes, hehe. Please go on." 

(Henry:) "So, you were sitting on my lap, grinding against my now very hard cock and fuck Lizzy, you felt amazing."

(Lizzy:) "How so?"

(Henry:) "You just fit in my lap so perfectly, and you grinding against me."

(Lizzy:) "Mmmm fuck Henry... I can't tell you what I wouldn't give to be sitting in your lap right now, grinding on you." 

(Henry:) "Me, too Lizzy. God. So then you took your shirt off, and fuck. You just looked incredible. I took a moment to look you over before taking both of your breasts in my hands and massaging them." 

(Lizzy:) "Mmmm, mmhmm. Go on, please."

(Henry:) "And then you - ahh - you, you got up and stood in front of me, undid you jeans and pulled them down along with your panties and just stood in front of me naked. And god Lizzy, you were so beautiful." 

(Lizzy:) "Well I hope I can live up to your expectations, Hen."

(Henry:) "Oh I have no doubt in my mind that you will."

(Lizzy:) "What happened next? Or did I just stand naked in front of you and then you woke up?"

(Henry:) "Haha, oh no. I spread your legs out, slid down off of the couch to sit in between your spread thighs and hovered my face right in front of the place I'm sure you’d want my mouth the most." 

(Lizzy:) "Shit, Henry." 

(Henry:) "Use your words, Lizzy."

(Lizzy:) "God, I'm so wet right now." 

(Henry:) "You were in my dream, too. I spread you out just a little and took one long swipe of your pussy with my tongue." 

(Lizzy:) "FUCK, Henry. God, I'm a fucking mess right now."

(Henry:) "I mean, that's kind of my intention."

(Lizzy:) "Is it now?"

(Henry:) "Since I can't have you here grinding on my lap, it's the least I can do." 

(Lizzy:) "Goddammit Henry. You're enjoying this too much." 

(Henry:) "Oh? Are you not enjoying this?"

(Lizzy:) "I never said that. You're just enjoying torturing me a little too much." 

(Henry:) "Torture? Hmm, that's a strong word there Lizzy..."

(Lizzy:) "So it's not torture to lay here on the phone, telling me things you want to do to me while we're in a lock down and we can't do anything about it? Also like, fuck, Henry all I can think about is you stroking yourself right now and god, it's really fucking with my brain."

(Henry:) "What, and you don't think me knowing that you're touching yourself as I'm telling you these things isn't fucking with me? Lizzy I want to be the one touching you so badly." 

(Lizzy:) "Yeah? Where do you want to touch me, huh?" 

(Henry:) "I see what you did there..."

(Lizzy:) "What did I do, hmm?" 

(Henry:) "I'm going to ignore that, haha. But to answer your question, I literally want to touch you anywhere. I'm at the point where it doesn't even need to be sexual. I just want to hold you, hug you, embrace you, something. I just want you." 

(Lizzy:) "Hen-Henry. That, wow. That's not what I was expecting you to say, at all. But, I feel the same way. I know that we're literally in the middle of having phone sex, but I just want to hug you...so badly. Or cuddle with you even." 

(Henry:) "Exactly. But if I was given the chance? Absolutely I want to touch you everywhere I can get my hands on. I want *my* hand to be touching your cunt right now, not yours." 

(Lizzy:) "Fuuuu- Henry, fuck. I want that too." 

(Henry:) "Tell me, how badly you want me to rub your clit right now, Lizzy." 

(Lizzy:)  "Hen, ugh, so bad. I wish you were here on top of me with your head between my legs." 

(Henry:) "God, Lizzy. I want to taste you. I can't wait until I finally get to."

(Lizzy:) "Speaking of which, I think that's where we left off on your dream?" 

(Henry:) "You really are smooth aren’t you, Miss Elizabeth?" 

(Lizzy:) "Ohhhh...you saying my name like that, Henry, I can't..."

(Henry:) "Oh, so do you not want me to tell you how I ate you out in my dream?" 

(Lizzy:) "Oh, no no I do. I just have never heard my name said like that before. And I think I just had a minor stroke. That's all. I’ll be fine. But um, please-please continue...please?" 

(Henry:) "...are you begging Lizzy?" 

(Lizzy:) "Hnnn, Henryyyyy." 

(Henry:) "But yes, I licked up and down your pussy while you quite literally sat on my face. I eventually moved us back so I could rest my head against the couch so I had a place to kneel because your legs kept giving way." 

(Lizzy:) "I have no doubt about that." 

(Henry:) "And then I looked up at you and I apparently hit just the right spot and you came all over my face. And fuck, your first orgasm was glorious."

(Lizzy:) "...wait my first? Henry, my first?! You made me orgasm more than once in this dream?!" 

(Henry:) "It was actually three times." 

(Lizzy:) "Henry. I've never orgasmed more than once in one sitting before. That both intrigues and terrifies me." 

(Henry:) "Only once? Oh Miss Lizzy, if you'd like, I could make you orgasm until you can't see straight or walk." 

(Lizzy:) "Again, I don't doubt that. And again, I’m both intrigued and a little scared, haha." 

(Henry:) “Well, now I'm even more excited at the prospect of us being together." 

(Lizzy:) "So, how did you make me come the second time?"

(Henry:) "On top of you." 

(Lizzy:) "Hen, I need you to elaborate if I'm going to get anywhere right now." 

(Henry:) "Are you getting close?"

(Lizzy:) "I might be if you keep telling me about this dream."

(Henry:) "...are you going to cum for me Lizzy?" 

(Lizzy:) "Yes, Henry. But please, please keep talking."

(Henry:) "God, I bet your pussy feels so good-"

(Lizzy:) "Henry, I would literally make you come in five minutes if I was on top of you right now. I would ride you like you've never been before, and I would blow your fucking mind. But I need you right now to. Keep. Talking." 

(Henry:) "Fuuuuck Lizzy. Okay, well the second time I got up, took my trousers off and sat down on the couch. You came over, told me 'I was too overdressed' before taking my shirt off. It was very sexy." 

(Lizzy:) "Woooow. Dream Lizzy was very bold. I'm proud of her. Get that cock, dream Lizzy. I live vicariously through you." 

(Henry:) "Oh I'm sure it won't be vicariously soon." 

(Lizzy:) "So, can I try and take a guess at what happened next?" 

(Henry:) "Weren't you just practically begging me to keep talking?” 

(Lizzy:) “Maybe, haha. I never said I wasn’t fickle. Do you not want to hear what I want to do to you then?”

(Henry:) “Be my guest.”

(Lizzy:) "Well, I know I would come over and straddle you, but not take you inside of me just yet. I'd tease you first. Maybe arch my back up and place my tits in your face, because I can only imagine you'd be just as skilled with your mouth on those as you are on other places." 

(Henry:) “Fuck Lizzy…" 

(Lizzy:) "Oh, is that labored breathing I hear Henry? Is someone picking up the pace on their cock?" 

(Henry:) "Considering what you're describing is better than my dream was, yes, yes I am." 

(Lizzy:) "Well then I should continue shouldn't I?" 

(Henry:) "You're such a shit, Miss Elizabeth." 

(Lizzy:) "Yes, but I feel like we've already established that. And that you like it. Maybe have even called me a tease?" 

(Henry:) "Lizzy...please..."

(Lizzy:) "But yes, I'd live up to the term and tease you. It's what I like to do: tease until you can't take it anymore. I'd slip your cock in between my folds and just grind against you, rubbing my clit up and down the underside of your cock right where that vein is. Fuck, it feels so good and I know it'd drive you crazy. Being so close to being inside of me, but not being able to feel where you really want to." 

(Henry:) "Lizzy...shit...oh fuck..." 

(Lizzy:) "Henry, Henry please say something. I know you're close and so am I." 

(Henry:) "If you did that for too long I would grab you by the hips and guide you down onto my cock, slowly, giving you a taste of your own medicine. But once I got completely inside of you, I'd slowly start moving your hips, and I’d finally get the sweet reward of knowing what your pussy feels like." 

(Lizzy:) "Hen-Henry...Henry I'm so close..."

(Henry:) "Are you going to come for me, Lizzy?" 

(Lizzy:) "Hen..."

(Henry:) "Just think about how good it would feel straddling me and bouncing that sweet little pussy of yours up and down on my cock until you come. Grinding out those hips, my fingertips digging into your skin..." 

(Lizzy:) "Shit, oh fuck...oh my god..."

(Henry:) "Come on Lizzy, come for me."

(Lizzy:) "Oh FUCK..." 

-pause-

(Henry:) "Are you doing okay there, Liz?"

(Lizzy:) "Fuck, fuck I'm great. Oh my god."

(Henry:) "Yeah? You being out of breath would say otherwise.” 

(Lizzy:) "That was, wow. Like, I'm still having mini aftershocks." 

(Henry:) "Not to be too personal-" 

(Lizzy:) "Henry we're literally having phone sex. You just heard me have an extremely intense orgasm over the phone. Nothing is too personal at this point." 

(Henry:) "Haha, well when you put it that way..." 

(Lizzy:) "But what is your question?" 

(Henry:) "Are you someone who shakes and convulses when they orgasm?" 

(Lizzy:) "Um, yes. Very much so. Not to talk about past sex during current sex, but I've made someone orgasm just from watching me orgasm."  

(Henry:) "I would be one of those people." 

(Lizzy:) "Yeah? You like the idea of my body shaking, my back arching against the bed as the room fills with my moans and shouting your name as I come?" 

(Henry:) "Lizzy, shit...I would kill to see that." 

(Lizzy:) "Just imagine me doing that...but with your head between my legs. My hands tangled in your hair... pulling at it slightly as I grind against your face with my orgasm-" 

(Henry:) "FUCK, Lizzy! Oh-oh, Lizzy-" 

(Lizzy:) "Yeah? Are you coming for me Hen?" 

(Henry:) "God, Li-Lizzy. Holy shit...holy fuck." 

(Lizzy:) "That good, huh?" 

(Henry:) "Lizzy, I just- wow I'm a mess. Literally and figuratively." 

(Lizzy:) "Hen, you can't tell me that." 

(Henry:) "What, the fact you've made me come so hard that I'm now a mess?" 

(Lizzy:) "Yes, you can't tell me that. Between your heavy breathing now and imagining your beautifully muscular abs a 'mess' because of me makes my brain all sorts of fucked up." 

(Henry:)"Haha, and you don't think that hearing you moan, which is the hottest thing I think I've ever heard, knowing how wet you are now just laying in your bed because of me doesn't have me all sorts of fucked up?" 

(Lizzy:) "I mean, at least the feelings are mutual, haha." 

(Henry:) "Which, I know we just did that but just with our recent history I just want to make sure that everything is okay with us with that just happening." 

(Lizzy:) "Haha, Henry, I was going to ask you the same question. But is everything okay? I'm perfectly fine with what just happened. Like, elated. I'm probably glowing. What about you?" 

(Henry:) "Same. I absolutely feel the same. As someone who's been on the road and away from my significant other often, phone sex isn't unfamiliar territory but, it's never been like that before. Wow." 

(Lizzy:) "I've also had my fair share of phone sex and yeah, never has it been like that. Fuck, I can't wait until we can see each other in person."

(Henry:) "Me too, Lizzy. Like, right now I wish that you could be cuddled against me with your head on my chest." 

(Lizzy:) "Henry...that's the sweetest thing. I'd also love that. A lot. I would definitely fall asleep because I'm practically falling asleep to your voice right now." 

(Henry:) "Should I let you go? So you can have a nice post orgasm nap?" 

(Lizzy:) "Mmm, maybe. I want to nap but I don't want to stop talking to you. I really like talking to you..."

(Henry:) "Well, how about we make a deal? We can get off the phone now so you can take a nap, and then you can call me when you wake up?"

(Lizzy:) "Mr. Cavill, I think that sounds like a wonderful idea." 

(Henry:) "I've been known to have those from time to time."

(Lizzy:) "Oh I'm sure you have. Well, I suppose we should hang up. I always feel so awkward hanging up after phone sex." 

(Henry:) "Should we start in a sickening back and forth of 'no YOU hang up first?'" 

(Lizzy:) "Oh my god Henry, I'd rather someone slap me in that face than be that annoying." 

(Henry:) "I mean, I could do that if you're into that..." 

(Lizzy:) "HENRY. Okay, I'm hanging up now. I'll talk to you soon." 

(Henry:) "Talk to you soon, Lizzy." 

(Lizzy:) "Bye, Henry." 

(Henry:) "Bye, Liz." 

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NEW MESSAGE: Lizzy

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(Lizzy:) I miss your voice already. 🥴🙈

(Henry:) I miss yours too. 😏 Now go to sleep Miss Lizzy, I’ll hear your voice soon. 

(Lizzy:)

(Henry:)

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[wondersofdreaming]

Masterlist: Clark Kent/Superman/Kal El

Son of the Sun - Clark Kent - August 22nd, 2022

Clark is working on his parents' farm.

#Clark Kent #Superman #Kal El #My story #Henry Cavill #This man #I need a drink #henrycavillfanfic

[corneliuswatkins]

Attention Henry Cavill fan fic writers, I’m feeling very flat today and need cheering up - I need some fluffy stuff to read - send me what you’ve got - please! Thank you xx

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[penneferofvenerburg]

Honour and Glory (Chapter One)

Taglist: @marytudorbrandon @littlefreya @hertzwritings @blazingmoon62442 @penneferofvenerburg @henrycavillfanfics etc:)

Westminster Palace London England - 1553

**

It was certainly true that the the Tudor Court could be a little disappointing at times but on the hand it also can be rather thrilling to.

Lady Anne Boleyn was at Court as Lady in waiting to the Real Queen Katherine whom Lady Somerset had deeply attached to Lady Anne had been so heartless towards the Queen that Lady Somerset felt compelled to help.

Honour was one of the things that many of the King's men stood for within the Royal Court of Henry VIII, Lady Somerset was no different she was the cousin of the King and a rival for Anne to gloat over at Suppers with his majesty.

" Charles! May I introduce Lady Y/n Somerset My Irish Cousin"? She was certainly very beautiful. " my Lady! It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance here at Court I have not seen a finer beauty at Court for a while"! Charles smiled as he kissed her hand.

" Your Grace! I hear you're a great favourite of His majesty ... I Thankyou for being there for him"! You reply.

" please my dear lady I am only doing what any old friend would do being there when he should call upon me"! Came his reply.

" Come my Lady"! Charles offered his arm and lead her to the top table to where Lady Anne was sitting at the left hand side of the King, Lady Somerset made her sentiments clear where she was concerned. " you need not look at her ... shes a mere no nobody ... talk with me instead I have some stories to tell you"! Charles chuckled.

Charles gallantly showed Lady Somerset to her chair and poured a goblet of wine. " I Thankyou Your Grace"! Came Lady y/n's reply.

" Charles you must dance with my cousin she is the most accomplished dancer I know"! His majesty said with a smile.

Just then Lady Anne looked at across at Lady Y/n and gave her the evils evidently she was doing a much better job at handling the situation. Lady Jane Seymour was old friend of Lady Somersets.

" Lady Jane! Its wonderful to see you! How is your brother Edward? Is he well"? Lady Y/n asked.

" Why yes his married now ... perhaps you know her Lady Anne Seymour everyone calls nan Stanhope"! Came Jane's reply.

Charles watched Lady Y/n as she caught up lady Jane, with a smile presently on his lips he could not hide it for when he was near he felt his passion for her grow almost immediately. " You have to have Charles"! His majesty jested smiling at him.

" A Dance .... Music"! Ordered his Majesty.

" My Lady.... May I have this dance"? Charles smiled widely, " you may Your Grace"! Came your reply with a degree of more grace than the Kings Mistress ever had.

The Duke lead her onto the dance floor her skirt rustling as she begun to dance with Charles.

" Goodness my Lady! You are the most ampolished dancer I've ever seen"! Charles complimented you.

Lady Anne was whispering to Lady Somersets couin The King " Suffolk seems taken with Lady Somerset"! She whispered.

As th music continued, Anne was becoming increasingly jealous over the newest member of the Court. " Take care my love for she my steal you from me"! Anne Boleyn then whispers to his majesty.

Lady Jane Seymour was also the prettiest at Court, she was very with everyone.

•••••••••••••••••••

That evening Supper was over, and Charles Duke of Suffolk escorted Lady Somerset back to her Chambers in the palace on the Western side. Queen Katherine was suffering grievously for sins that Lady Anne had done to her robbing her of a home she had built with her husband for their daughter Princess Mary to grow up in.

" May i escort you my Lady"! Charles smiled as she took hi arm an begun to walk toward her apartment. " I do not think it is wise for you to be here at such a time when his majesty is umm .... focused on her"!, you repiled " Why your grace! Do you suppose they I am too feeble to stand up for myself"? Charles chuckled " Hevens no my lady I just mean that heaven forbid if you were hurt in some way by her I do not trust them"!, " Your Grace you mustn't dislike her surely the King will banish you if you speak against his marriage to Lady Anne"! They walked darkened corridors and you both came to a stop Charles pulled you into a secret part of the palace where often people kiss or make love secretly without anyone noticing.

" Charles what heavens name are you doing"? You asked him aghast. " For the love god! You are truly beautiful and I cannot go another second without kissing you my Lady"! He confessed.

" charles please stop"! You begged

Your plea went unheard and he continued to come toward you, " Your Grace I cannot do this"! You pleaded with him pushing him off. " my lady! I meant what I said I'm sorry if I've caused any harm to you ..... that was not my intention"!

" Goodnight Your Grace"! You curtised before turning to leave.

♧♧♧♧♧

The next morning Charles was out walking the gardens alone, when his eye caught sight of Lady Somerset in the Window of her bedchamber.

Lady Y/n Somerset made her way out into the royal gardens where there was a great space of lawn to roam with her book quietly reading.

As she roamed the lawn she heard a deep voice behind her.

" Lady Somerset! You should not be out here alone"! Charles chided her gently with a smile.

" Why ever not Your Grace I'm a grown woman"! You retorted.

" that us true my good Lady but I'm afraid you maybe in moral danger of attracting young men"! Charles smirked.

It seems Lady Somerset could not hold her guard up much longer her own feelings were coming out now.

" Your Grace! If youd excuse me I have to finish my book"! Charles took the book from her hands and sat next to her.

Her inner Goddess was telling her that Charles was the only one within the Court to single her out and she was reacting to him .... to his voice. " Allow me to read it to you"! Charles smiled offering to read the book.

The King and Lady Anne were also walking the gardens discussing their wedding when his majesty caught sight of his best friend and his Cousin getting comfortable with each other.

" It seems The Duke of Suffolk is falling in love once more"! Henry observed. " What if he asks for her hand will you object"? Anne asked him. Henry laughed " not at all! He is an honourable man and I believe everything will turn out the way it should in the end,"! His majesty went on.

The weather begun to turn, it was thundering with rain Charles shut the book and escorted Lady y/n back inside.

" We shall continue inside I do not wish for you to catch a chill"! Charles smiled.

" You're my cousins best friend I'd hate for you to be executed because you've betrayed him"! Lady Somerset replied. " my dear lady! The King is an honourable man he'll see this what it really is"! Charles told her. By that same counter they walked the corridors in companipnable silence, Lady Anne was about the halls and so Charles wished to avoid her, " perhaps we should find another way"! Charles suggested kindly, he hated the Boleyns and norfolk though he was older and wiser than Charles was.

" You are not afraid of Mistress boleyn surely charles"? Lady Somerset replied incredulous, " No I'm afraid at what she might do to you my lady"! Came the Duke's reply.

A court as lively as this, was full of rumours scandalous false hope that no one about it enjoyed. " There is no way round my lord"! Lady Amelia smiled, Charles puffed out his cheeks and carried on past Mistress boleyn whom scowled at him behind his back.

" what hard scowl that Mistress boleyn has"! Lady Amelia commented, the herald announced them into the presence chamber where Boleyn Earl of Wiltshire was there and Lord Rochford thry both scowled at Lady Amelia.

Indeed she quite the innocent young woman and pious too, she prayed daily just as Her Majesty had done when she tended chapel, Amelia namely felt she should do so, she prayed to god to keep Charles safe and fir his majesties health, and for the lives of the future Children produced by lady Anne when she marries his majesty The King.

To Charles she was the most pure of all the maidens he had had within the Court, though they were for pleasure and sport, but Charles more for Lady Somerset than for any of his other courtly conquests she was not that she was a learned girl with intelligent thinking and manners she was wise too, his majesty was reminded of the importance of family whenever Lady Amelia was about the Court. " Charles! My lady! How do you find yourself here do you like it"? His majesty asked her, she reverently curtised to his majesty and repiled looking across at Charles giving a secret smile of support " Yes your majesty I believe I am quite pleased with my position here"! , the King proceeded to ask, " Is his Grace taking good care of you? Is he behaving himself"? Henry smirked and winked at Charles, Amelia catching on to the banter between the two men, she laughed " haha! Yes youd majesty he is ... he has been the most kind and gallant gentlemen I've had the pleasure to know at Court"! , " Good excellent! Charles you may escort my Lady Somerset back to her apartments"! Charles bowed deeply and accepted that he take his leave with Lady Amelia.

The King, Compton and Sir Anthony Knivert all went haunting, while Charles tended Lady Amelia, Sir William was most kind and considerate as was Sir Anthony Knivert but they were not Lady Amelia's tastes.

" In you go my Lady"! Charles escorted Amelia into her chambers, " I shall return presently I have to speak with his majesty as matter of great urgency"! Charles told her kissing her fingers lightly before he left, Amelia guesed as to what had caused this sudden change in Charles's behaviour, when Charles had gotten to the presence chamber he found that his majesty had gone. Feeling helpless he hurried back to his charge Lady Amelia.

Amelia stalked about her chambers awaiting anxiously for news of Charles, he came into the chamber breathless " I'm sorry my dear it's no use his majesties gone your haunting with other Courtiers"! Charles apologies. Amelia stalks toward him now, " My Dearest Charles you tried that's all that matters! I'm sure whatever it was that you were fretting over has now abated"! Amelia smiled kindly.

To be continued .......

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[stickyhoney]

Six Months

Summary: Henry had to leave a new relationship behind when he got the call for The Witcher, and gets to finally come home to his girl. Does time and distance really make the heart grow fonder?

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warning: Smut, Unprotected Sex, Loss of Virginity, fluff throughout

Title: Six Months

Henry had been gone weeks at the time for the past six months. You remember how excited he was when he got the call that he would be Geralt of Rivia. The way his eyes lit up, the way he flashed his toothy grin, even the way his arms nearly squeezed the air out of you. It was so bittersweet. You were happy for him, but both of you knew that the timing was less than perfect for your new relationship. The two of you had now become accustomed to looking at each other through a monitor, texting at the end of your day, and waiting.

The waiting was now over, he was coming back to you. After six months, you would finally be able to hug him. You would no longer have to smell the sweater he left the last time he came over when you had a long day. He would be there to make it all better. Your body had tried holding on to the memory of his frame wrapping around you, consuming every inch of space between you. The memory was now like a fever dream, one that no matter how hard you tried to feel, you just couldn’t.

The twisting of the doorknob broke your train of thought, your body and mind froze. You had worried that things would never be as they were, that the chemistry you shared had disappeared. Then he came through the door, and all the worries that you had were wiped away. Your body was still frozen, it was like your entire being couldn’t really believe that he was right there. 

“Are you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna give me a hug?” Your eyes darted up to the source, his lips parting to show his toothy grin. 

Next thing you knew, your arms had wrapped around his broad neck, pulling him down to you. Henry nuzzled his face into the crook of your shoulder. His thick curls tickled your neck, as did his hot breath. His arms wrapped around your entire back, trying to pull you even closer than you were, which sadly was impossible. You could feel his thumbs tracing circles on the small of your back through your sweater, making your body slowly relax against him. 

“I missed you so much Henry.” It was all you could get out, but it was all you needed to say. The tears swelling in your eyes threatened to make you choke on your words, and the last thing you wanted to do was cry. 

“I know [y/n], I am here now.” The vibration of his words against your neck nearly made you go weak in the knees. “I’m here now.” He was nearly whispering. You feel him pulling away, and every inch of your being wants to chase after him, never letting him go. Fighting every urge in your body, you pull your face away enough to get a good look at his. 

His hand leaves your side, and palms the side of your face. The physical training had taken a toll on his hands, rough calluses gently grazed your soft cheek. Henry was looking into your eyes as though he had to memorize the exact color, so that he would never forget it again. The chemistry had definitely not been lost between the two of you, if anything it had been amplified by a thousand. “Distance and time make the heart grow fonder” as they say. 

God the things I want you to do to me right now… 

Henry was very adamant about not pressuring you into anything before he had left, so the farthest you two had gone was some steamy sessions of kissing and groping. This however left you wanting, and six months of wanting does a lot of things to a girl. 

You placed your hands on his waist, slowly slinking them up his hardened stomach and chest. Following every curve of muscle, every dip and valley. Henry was a piece of art, one he had spent so long sculpting. It intimidated you. Thrilled you. Your eyes drifted down to follow the path of your hands, watching every miniscule movement. 

Shit [y/n], don’t get too wound up. He might not be ready.

One look up into those blue eyes, and you were startled by the fire behind them. His hand pulled your face to his, pushing his lips firmly against yours. 

Oh thank God, I didn’t want to calm down.

His tongue pushed through your lips, claiming them again as their own. Henry always knew how to kiss you, but this was another kind. He had never kissed you with such a fever. The firm pressure against your lips, pulled a deep moan from you. A moan that only desperation can create. That was the signal Henry needed that you felt how he felt, needed what he needed.

His hands grabbed the bottom of your ass, lifting you up scarily easily. You were by no means a small girl, you like your tacos just like anyone else, and he lifted you like you were a pillow. Your legs wrapped around his waist, hands tugging on his curls, trying to elicit a moan from him as well. 

Let me know you want me like I want you.

Henry began walking the both of you to your bedroom, coming up for air every few seconds to make sure he didn’t walk you both into a wall. Your lips slowly move down to his jawline, leaving light kisses on the way. 

Before you can get to his sweet spot, Henry lowers you onto the bed. He pulls away and hovers above you. Both of your chests are rising and falling, trying to calm your breathing. 

“[Y/n], I need to know that you want this.” His voice was hoarse, it sounded as if he was choking on his desire. “I know this is a big step… and I also know this is your first time. The thing is… I love you so fucking much that it scares me.” You had never had a smile so big on your face, it was practically hurting your cheeks. 

He just said that he loves me. I love him too. I am in love.

“I love you too.” Your hand caresses the side of his face, along his angular jawline. “I want this. I want you. I want all of it.” Your arms wrapped around his chest pulling him back down onto you, pulling him until his chest grazes against yours. Henry keeps eye contact, seemingly a bit shocked at the exchange the two of you just had. You giggled to break the silence, breaking him out of his stillness. Slowly, you lifted your head up to meet him,kissing him softly. Hopefully reassuring him that you meant what you had said.

Dear heaven above if this man doesn’t put his hands on me, I might just burst into flames. I can’t wait anymore.

He firmly pushes you back down into the mattress, his body so achingly close to you without touching. His lips make a trail from your lips down to your collarbone, taking his sweet time. His teeth grab at your gentle skin between the kisses. You spread your legs, allowing him closer access to you. Wrapping your legs around his pelvis, pulling him even closer. The friction makes both of you lose your balance, it was the best thing you had felt in months. Six months to be exact. 

Please do that again.

Nothing could ever make you feel as good as Henry does. Nothing could be the same. You had definitely tried on those lonely nights while he was gone, but he leaves an unfillable gap wherever he goes. 

He finally gives you what you’ve been craving. He pushes against your center, against your whole body really. 

There you go baby. 

Your fingers loop under his shirt pulling up on seam, desperate for everything between you to be gone. He gets the message and lifts off of you, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it on the floor. 

What have I done in a past life to deserve this man?

He keeps his eyes on yours as he begins to unbuckle his belt. “Let me get that for you hen.” You sit up right, and reach for his belt until he grabs both of your hands to stop you. “First…” Tingles shoot up your spine when his rough hands touch your waist under your shirt. He trails his hands up your silhouette, dragging your shirt up with them. He makes a pit stop at your bra, expertly unhooking it.  He tosses them both beside his shirt. Out of instinct, your arms wrap around your body. Attempting to conceal every inch possible. 

“Why are you covering up?” His voice boomed over the intense silence of the room. “I-” You felt stupid for being self-conscious, but it was a struggle for you. “[Y/n], you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Don’t ever cover up for me. You got that?” His eyes bored into yours, his jaw clenched tight.  He had never been so bossy with you before, and it made your skin burn with desire.  

Your response was letting go of yourself, and instead grabbing for his belt buckle again. Henry climbs closer to you, so he is practically breathing the same breath. His course fingers, pull your hair behind your head giving him access to your neck. His lips press against you so lightly, it makes you suck a breath in. 

Henry’s boxers were strained against his member. You had caught a glimpse of Henry once while changing in your room, but you were not at all prepared for how large he is.

Can I do this? That is going to hurt.

Henry yanks your leggings off, catching you off guard. You yelp as he pushes you back down into the mattress, pinning your hands above your head. 

“Don’t move sweetheart.” His tone was kind but firm. 

What is he doing? Oh.

Your eyes screwed shut, focusing on the feeling of Henry’s lips against your bare body for the first time. He takes his time kneading your breasts with his large hands while trailing kisses down your stomach. Every nerve in your body was on high alert from the barrage that was Henry Cavill. Your hips bucked up at the sudden contact from Henry’s tongue.

“Sweetheart, I told you not to move.” He sucked on your clit, while his fingers slowly entered you. “Awe baby, look how wet you are for me.” You were already starting to see stars, and he had barely even begun. The comforter wrinkled up around your tight fists, your silly attempt to prolong yourself. Henry was slowly working you with his fingers, hitting a spot in you that made you feel lightheaded with pleasure. His tongue pressing firm against your clit, drawing circles.

“Hen-... I-I can’t” You couldn’t even get the words out, you were holding on with every fiber of your being. 

“Let go baby.” He continued his attack and looked up into your eyes, and that was it. Your body clenched up around his fingers, your hands had made their way to his curls to stop him. You threw your head back against the pillows, trying to calm your breathing and heaving chest. Your entire body had been lit aflame. 

Holy fucking shit.

“Are you ready sweetheart?” He climbed on top of you, waiting patiently. You couldn’t muster up the words, so you shook your head violently. Looping around the loop of his boxers, your hands drug his boxers down over his cock down to his knees. Henry helped you out and kicked them off the bed onto the floor. 

“I’ll take it slow baby. I’ll make you feel good, okay?” “Okay.”

You spread your legs apart once again, allowing him to position himself better. He moves his tip around your entrance, coating himself in your cum. Henry leans down against you, embracing you in a deep kiss, catching your moans as he enters you. He moans against your lips too, slowly sinking all the way into you. He stills against you for a moment. “Are you okay? Can I move?” Nodding along, you feel the sting of your body trying to adjust to Henry. His hips slowly move away, and back again. The feeling is exquisite, the sharp sting slowly subsiding with every thrust. 

“More Henry.” You were surprised at your words, your body taking control over your mind. Henry digs his hands into your hips, his head buried into your shoulder. Responding to your plea, you see the stars return when he grinds his pelvis against your clit. Roughly pushing into you at a quick pace, so deep and quick that you feel his balls hit against you. The room was no longer silent, but filled with each other's moans. “Look at me honey.” Henry pulls his face from your shoulder to look at you. Those ocean blue eyes were gone. All that was left, was the darkness of his pupils and lust. “I love you so much Hen.” He smiles, even though he was obviously straining to breathe. “I love you too [y/n].” With that, he gives you everything he has. 

Henry knows you are close when your walls start to grip onto him, causing him to slowly lose himself. Your hands grab his curly hair, tugging and massaging. Looking into each other’s eyes, you lose yourselves. The feeling of Henry filling you after his release, is one of the best ones you imagine is possible. The sheets beneath you stained with the faintly red evidence of your lost innocence.

You pull Henry down against you. His large frame puts enormous pressure on you, making you giggle. He begins to roll over, but your hands stop him. “Please don’t move.” Henry wraps his arms around you like one of those huge teddy bears you see on Valentine's day. “Okay.” Moments later, you hear faint hums from Henry signaling that he has fallen asleep. 

You simply smile, and fall asleep under your huge teddy bear.

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[inthenameofcavill]

omg cavillry. This baseball team did "who has a big ass test" essentially. I had to share and make a gif. I could not stop picturing our boy. Henry, if your here, please take this test sir.

@killjoy-assbutt-1112 @littlefreya @foodieforthoughts

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[littlefreya]

Bad Reputation

Synopsis: Henry and his girl can’t get enough from one another. They keep finding themselves in rather sticky and lusty situations while other actors are present around them. 🤭

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Word count: 2.3K

Warnings: Smut, thigh riding, exhibition kink, public display of affection, dirty language, slight fingering, daddy kink.

A/N: This is by request made for thigh riding! I see this as a slight sequel to  Putting up a Show and Good Girl just because in my mind they are the same couple. Many thanks again to the marvellous @agniavateira​ for doing the beta! Masterlist is here.

Let me know if you want to be added/removed! Thank you for reading as always :)

PR fucking nightmare - that’s what our managers call us. 

They thought it would go away after our first year of dating. But the sad truth is, Henry just loves to touch, and I’m a hot-blooded woman who loves to fuck shit up. Three years in being married and the line is so goddamn blurry by now; I am never quite certain which one of us initiates it, nor do I even care. 

I see my bear sitting sprawled across the red leather sofas, legs spread open as he can never keep them shut. I know I’m terribly biased but that black tuxedo suit sure as hell looks great on his strong figure, especially with the crooked bowtie and the beard he’s been growing for his new movie role. 

And as if the bad boy vibes and big dick energy he sends everywhere wasn’t enough, the half-empty Grey Goose bottle on the round golden table next to him and the slight sweat that covers his forehead is a red flag that we are definitely getting into trouble tonight. 

Bring it on. 

Armie is sitting right next to him, telling him about some scheme by the gesture he is making with his hands. But I can tell Henry has other things on his mind. I can feel his eyes looking at me even when I am standing far away. Our gazes meet, he offers me a mischievous smile, showing off the large dimples of his cheeks. This is what I call a wet, slippery invention. 

I blush and look away. I mean, I have Rebecca Ferguson holding my forearms. That woman makes me want to invite her into our bedroom, but Henry doesn’t like sharing, not even with women. It doesn’t matter how much I’d pout and beg, he likes me all to himself, and he loves it when others can see that I am his. 

It’s always his hand between my thighs, riding up higher, thumb tickling at my clit teasingly. We sat through an entire acceptance speech with him working me hard. If anyone looks closely at that video on Youtube, you can see the exact moment when he hits the spot.

Sorry, Leo, I wasn’t smiling because you won. 

This is us being subtle. Hotels and parties, however, are a different story. We already had a manager quit on us because we made sure the entire floor hears what we are doing through the night. 

Rebecca kisses me on the cheek, the gorgeous Swedish redhead is already tipsy, and I’ve had my second glass of wine. She’s in a red satin dress, her impressive breasts showing through her cleavage. I also spot a few freckles on her chest. It makes me pout and look at Henry, who shakes his head in refusal. 

“Where is your hubby anyway?” she asks playfully, and I point in the direction of where he is sitting. Armie is just getting up, leaving Henry alone. He pours himself some more vodka, fills the glass with ice and then takes a sip with a lustful gaze. That’s probably my cue to keep him company and take that glass away.  

That video when he told everyone to get naked will forever be online. He also has a tendency to start making impressions of others when he is flustered, and I can’t contain my laughter when that happens.

“He’s too drunk to get up.” I sigh, shaking my head while he makes playful, sad faces at me. I shrug and take my phone out my purse, seeing two text messages from him.

Henry: “Where are you, babygirl?” Henry: “I want to squeeze that ass.” 

I text him back “Armie’s? Go for it. Can we have Rebecca, pleaaaaase?” 

He reads my reply, rolling his eyes and shaking his head in complete refusal. 

“Not. sharing. you. Do you want me to spank you in front of all these people?” 

Rebecca is oddly enough very touchy-feely, her hand sliding down my forearms while she speaks about how wonderful Henry is, and how fun it was to work with him on MI6.

“He’s not like all the other ones, he is an actual friend,” she explains to me, her beautiful green eyes lighting up. 

“I know, that’s how he got me, pretended to be my friend for years.” I chuckle, remembering the times we were still just friends. If you look at videos of us from interviews and photos from events from the time we worked together, you’d think we’ve been dating already. He always touched me subtly, his eyes staring at me intently when I speak. And of course, no one cracks him up the way I do.

But Henry waited 5 years for both of us to be single at the same time to “kidnap” me during a walk with our dogs at the forest, where I’d literally be unable to run away. He did that so he can tell me he’s been in love and growing in love with me ever since we met.

I smile at the sweet memory. I held my tears when that word left his lips.

“I’ll come to say hello later, I’m starving,” she says and rubs her belly gently. I nod and lean forward to kiss her, deliberately kissing her soft, red-painted lips for Henry to see. Us girls, we really don’t mind.

As I turn to face him, he is already frowning. He’s not amused by my vexing behaviour. I give him my best angelic posture, batting my lashes and holding my hands together while my head is tilted to the side. In that pale blue and silver dress, I might look like some saint right now, but my darling knows I’ve come from south to heaven.

I make my way to him, walking slowly, a smile both in my eyes and between my cheeks. I can feel the fire burning in my chest, the sight of him is dashing, those thick thighs ever so inviting. He spreads his legs even wider, the bulge in his groin made only for me. He has his pinky finger pressed between his teeth while checking me out.

My body heeds his calling, I’m tingling wet. 

I stand in front of him, my cheeks warm as if this is a first hook up of some sort. Henry rises his beautiful blues to stare straight into my eyes. The beaming lights in the hall make his sweaty skin glow in neon pink and gold, his eyes flashing bright as the different colours dance across his face.

“How many of those have you had?” I ask, gesturing at the glass, noticing the half-empty bottle. I hope not too much, I expect to be rammed tonight when we return to the hotel. 

He shrugs, putting the glass away without bothering to finish it. He is British, and boy, he can drink a lot. He is not as half as flustered as a different guy would be, but yes, he is certainly quite drunk. Enough to give me that look of his-one eyebrow rising up-while his eyes drink in my dress, cleavage, ass, and that slit that runs from my legs to my thighs.

My friends asked me if Henry is an ass or tits man, to which my answer was “he is ‘all of me’ man.” 

“Gotta love women's liberation.” He speaks in a deep, low voice, gesturing at my provocative dress. 

“Come to daddy.” He demands, holding out his hand for me to come and sit on his thigh. To which I am more than happy to comply.

I spread my legs, moving to straddle his muscular thigh. There is a burning sensation at my core as my pelvis meets his taut muscle. My body always reacts to his touch. Henry’s hands immediately take my face, thumbs stroking at my cheeks.

“Why do you tease me, beautiful?” he murmurs, his fierce gaze tracing my face, always taken by me, memorizing every freckle and flaw as if it’s the first time we ever sit so close. God, he makes me feel so beautiful even in my ugliest of ugly days.

I lean forward to get even closer, my ass riding up his leg and my hands reach out to tug at his white buttoned shirt. “Oh, Henry-Bear, it’s. So. much. fun.”

Someone sits right next to us on the big red sofa, saying a friendly hello. We answer at the same time, without breaking eye contact. We never bother looking who is the actor, producer, or whatever who moved to bug us. Too lost in our own little mist of admiration. Henry’s fingers descend from my face to my neck, fingers skirting down my neck sensually. 

“You know what I love about these ceremonies and parties?” he asks as he leans closer to whisper in my ear and then places a wet, lingering kiss on my shoulder. His chin pushes the straps of my dress away, letting it fall on my forearm as if by accident. I let it glide, shivering as the coarse hair of his beard marks my flesh.

“I get to show you off while you’re wearing these outrageous dresses and everyone knows I am taking you home to fuck you until sunrise.”

I chuckle lustfully, my tongue pressed between my teeth. “Last time we didn’t even make it home remember?” I hum gently, feeling his rough touch on my breasts. The tip of his thumbs circles my nipples, teasing them to harden through the thin fabric of my dress. I wouldn’t give a fuck if Henry had me topless right now and sink his fangs in my tits for everyone to see. But he is far too selfish, I was made for his eyes and his eyes only.

He settles for a “chaste” show, laying a kiss beneath my chin and then pressing his face at my cleavage, inhaling the scent of my body lotion before nibbling at my breast through my dress. His breath smells like vodka-sweet and spicy at once.

“I remember, Cumberbatch saw the whole thing,” he answers, his hands holding my ribs, slightly guiding me to move my body on top of his thigh in ghostlike movements. I am searing hot, my mound feels as if it’s seconds from catching fire. I am certain he can feel it, his blue eyes now hazy and dreamlike as they watch the pink tint that runs through my neck to my cheeks. 

“Fuck me, daddy, I am so horny!”

My whisper comes out as half a cry, weak and desperate. My body is a void, it suffers without his touch, it aches when we’re disjointed. I hope we’ll never stop feeling this way toward one another. 

“Ride me, babygirl.” he urges me, raising his thigh up higher, so I’ll slide down closer. The friction makes me lose sight for a moment. My vision blurs as I throb wet and hot onto him. Good thing his trousers are black, otherwise, everyone would be able to detect the wetness I am leaving on his pants. 

I can’t reject his decree, my body needs him. 

“You like it when they watch, don’t you?” he asks me with a slightly slurred voice. His hands glide down to squeeze my ass, assisting me in dancing on the rock-hard muscle of his leg. I am grinding slow and rough, shifting my weight forward, my right hand reaching his other thigh, clawing at him with growing pleasure.

Everyone is looking at us, I am sure, some embarrassed and perhaps even appalled. How puritan of you Hollywood. These people formed their own religion and hidden sex clubs. But I am convinced many enjoy this facade and discreetly salute us, some probably holding out their cameras.  

I roll my hips up and clench my inner thighs, whimpering as my body begins to tremble.  

It doesn’t matter who is staring while I ride him so passionately, seeking my pleasure with urgency while Henry’s hands support me, saddling my hips and pulling me toward him. We don’t see anyone else. We’re locked into one another, the way we always did, just like when Henry had a girlfriend, when we were “just friends” when I dated that asshole. We’d walk into a room, and it was just me and him, hearts and chest bursting with love.

Every moment we couldn’t have one another was stolen from us, we now fight to own it back.  

“I’d sit you on my face in front of everyone, but I think Gretchen would kill us.” Henry half whispers against my throat and then licks up my neck as I lift my chin to the ceiling with gaping lips. He has his hand between my legs, drawing at my centre and sneaking between the slit of my dress to finish the job. 

“Fuck!” he teases my clit, his middle finger travelling at my seams. My entire existence shudders. The bass of the music blasts through my chest, my eardrums throb, and my eyes see all the colours of the neon at once as my cunt implodes with orgasmic bliss. Henry steals my gasp into his mouth, his hand pressing my cheeks, crushing my mouth with hunger. 

Who could ever hate us for our expression of true love?

I gasp feverishly, holding onto him as if I’m about to fall. Henry’s lips are on my temple and then my cheek. Pressing against me and not moving away. He envelops me in his big arms, a clear statement to all our viewers that I am his and he is mine.  We both move our heads to see who's been sitting next to us this entire time.

Alec Baldwin and Jake Gyllenhaal. They pretend not to stare, at least Alec does. Jake gives us a wide, knowing smile. Everyone else has also been staring as I hear the whispers and gasps. 

“Really? They did that again!?”

We bump our foreheads together and snicker with delight. Like we ever gave a fuck about being caught. It’s not the first time, won’t be the last. We just can’t get our hands off of each other. 

“Better call Gretchen now.” I tell Henry, hanging my arm around his thick neck. 

“Before or after I fuck you in one of the back rooms here?”

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[nitannichionne]

If He Was YOUR Fan Chapter 17: TGIF (A Henry Cavill Fan Fic)

The first week after the storm is a flurry of catching up and trying to get back on schedule. You stay away from Colin, Gracie, and Hannah, which isn’t the easiest thing to do. It’s almost as difficult as trying to stay away from Henry.

                                 “Need you to take the new costumes to Gracie.”

Your head snaps up. “What?”

“Take these—” Cindy tells you, handing a bunch of costumes. “to Gracie. The head costumer will be along for some last minute fittings.”

“Why not in the costume shop?”

“What?”

You inwardly cringe. You remember you are not supposed to question, but nod and do. You take the clothes, bow your head and briskly walk to her trailer. With a deep breath, you knock at the door.

“Come in.”

You walk in, purposely not keeping eye contact with her, but begin hanging her costumes up. “Millie will be along to help you with these, and do some final fittings and selections—”

“Oh!” Gracie exclaimed, looking at you in her mirror’s reflection. “It’s you.”

“Millie will be along—”

“Henry’s new plaything.”

Your actions slow. She is like the cheerleader who lost the quarterback to the smart girl, you tell yourself-claws and fangs bared. You turn to leave; you want no part of this. “She’ll be along—” You gasp as she catches your shoulder and spins you around.

“Do you really think he would want someone like you?”

You decide to stay silent. She is really asking herself how he would want you over her, you think. Looking at her now, you see a few reasons show in neon.

“You’re just…something different, new, novel.” Her nose wrinkles on the last word like something smells.

You take a deep breath, trying not to listen to her words. Even though you know she is purposely trying to hurt you, she is voicing your fears.

“You think you can keep him?” Gracie spits. “No one keeps him.”

You finally raise your eyes to hers. “Then I guess all you have to do is wait!” You snatch away from her and walk out of the trailer, furiously wiping your tears as they begin to fall. You stop walking. You take deep breaths. You tell yourself that you could be at the start of something, that time will tell and you are hoping that taking this risk is worth it. Maybe he is, too, but what if you are what she says? What if you are just different, new, novel, the newest toy in his shop of different experiences on a shelf of memories? He loves them all, but it just doesn’t work out?

“Hey—”

You bump into Henry. You feel the tears refresh in your eyes. Damn.

“Hey—” He is in his Geralt costume, but breaks character, holding your forearms. “What’s—what’s—”

“I’m okay.”

You glance up and see him look at the direction you came from. “Gracie.”

“She’s mean and jealous, that’s all—”

“She is all fur coat and no knickers,” he says softly. “What did she say to you?” When you don’t answer, he growls, startling you. “I can imagine.”

“Henry, let it go.”

His jaw tightens, which you have learned is not good a sign.

“I’m okay,” you whisper. “I’m—” You are cut off by his kiss in sunlight, in public. You melt into him. By the time your lips part, you are breathless.

“You’re who I want,” he whispers into your hair, then lifts your chin. “understand?”

You nod. “I’m alright, really.” You look around. “Were you heading there?”

“To run lines,” his Geralt voice had returned, sounding rougher than before.

“Don’t make anything out of it,” you whisper.

“I won’t,” Henry nods. “just something.”

“Henry—”

He smooths your hair, giving a small smile. “I’m sure Cindy is waiting, pet.”

Again, Geralt smiling is not always a good thing.

“Go on.”

“Henry—”

“Go,” he whispers.

Suddenly you hear your radio go off. With one last pleading look you turn to leave. You don’t get far when you see Colin.

“Hey—” Colin frowns. “What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing,” you shake your head with a smile. “I’m so ready for lunch.”

“Yeah, catering is setting up right now.”

“Great, maybe I can get something quick,” you shrug, looking at a list that just got sent to your tablet. “Busy today.”

“Uh, yeah.” Colin frowns. “You delivered the costumes?”

“Yep,” you say, and hurry away. You busy yourself with the list, opting not to eat just yet. You wave at Archer and Stuart in the distance. Stuart waves and Archer nods. Typical.

You take a late lunch so you can sit with Stella. You come to the trailer and see that it’s just her and Stuart. Third wheel feelings come over you.

“Hey!” Stella smiles widely, but you can tell she is a little uncomfortable. “Having lunch with us?”

“No,” you deny your plans. “I just wanted to pick up something to eat.” You smile, “having a good day, then?” You see Stella frown. You shed a few tears-it didn’t show did it?”

“Uh, yeah,” Stuart nods, frowning, too. “You wanna sit with us? Plenty of room.”

“No,” you chuckle. “I’m afraid I have plans.”

“Oh, okay!”

You grab a sandwich and a small cup of soup that you know Stella made, smiling at them both. “See you later.” You move on and see none other than Archer and Hannah coming toward you. You greet them with a tight smile. “Hey, guys.”

“Hey,” Archer nods.

“Hi,” Hannah says, looking straight ahead.

You pass them and look for a place to relax and breathe. You finally find it and sit on a set they’re not using that day. You start eating lunch and breathe, confident you’re close and yet far away enough. Listening to soundtrack music, feeling removed from where you are and relaxed. Sitting cross-legged on the tile floor, you take your hair down and shake it loose, raking it and sighing. You hear a favorite song and look out of the castle window, closing your eyes and letting the breeze from outside caress your face and neck as you sing softly.

“I didn’t know you could sing like that.”

You nearly jump out of your skin. “Henry!”

“Sorry.”

“You scared the shit out of me!” You are embarrassed.

“I was-was looking to have lunch with you,” he says softly holding a small tray and bottle. “You sounded wonderful by the way.”

“Oh—” you are flustered. “thank you, and thank my school choir director.”

He laughs softly.

“Yep, that was me, in the red plaid skirt, white blouse and red cardigan with loafers,” you joke. “WAY before Brittney Spears made it cool?”

He laughs outright, shaking his head at you. “Mind some company?”

“No!” you say quickly. “No, it’s a big floor. I’m not stingy.”

As you finish eating you exchange school tales and adventures, both good and bad.

He chuckles, sitting next to you and joins you. “You love that song.”

You shrug taking one of your earphones out and put it in his ear. “The instrumental.”

You pause. “I don’t know, it just touches my heart.” You try to put it into words and shake your head laughing. “You probably think I’m silly.”

“No, on the contrary,” he says softly. “You are a writer, therefore a dreamer of sorts. You find inspiration everywhere.”

“Like you?”

“Me?”

“Well, you act out other people’s imaginings and other people’s stories,” you smile at him. “that makes you a dreamer of sorts.”

He chuckles. “You might have a point.”

“You get scripts that inspire you, or read a character who does—”

“Or you are inspired by the one who writes it.”

You turn to him and he is already kissing you. Your body melts into the kiss and you both lean to intensify and lengthen the lip lock.

Suddenly you hear a throat clear itself.

You both turn to see Colin standing there with a huge smile he  is fighting to keep off his face.

“Makeup wants to freshen you up after lunch,” Colin nods to Henry. “and Cindy has a list of stuff for you. Did you get it?”

You hear your tablet ding. “Yes, I tihnk so.”

He claps his hands. “Great—well, ten minutes!”

You look at each other. So much for keeping things quiet. You feel worried.

“No worries,” he assures, touching your cheek. “We’re all professional here.”

“Like Gracie.”

“She won’t be a problem.”

You look up at him. “What did you do?”

He kisses your forehead. “She won’t be....a problem.” He rises and pulls you up. “Thanks for lunch.” He bends to pick up his garbage.

“I’ve got it, you go on ahead,” you tell him. 

He leaves and you watch after him. Something about the look in his eyes today was so soft and different...but no, you refuse to imagine, not this time. You can’t afford to dream...

Well, not just yet.

Thanks for letting me share a song that touches my heart deeply. HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND! Be sure to let me know if you want to be tagged.

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[rmtndew]

All I’ve Ever Known

Summary: Fiona’s life is a shattered fraction of what it used to be. She’s trying to navigate her new normal when she meets Detective Marshall, who gives her something more to look forward to.

Pairing: Marshall and OFC.

Rating: PG

Warnings: Mentions of death, cancer.

A/N - This was intended as a short drabble but it got out of hand and became a multi-chapter story instead. It’s my first Marshall fic and the first fan fic that I’ve written in over a decade. The title comes from the song ‘All I’ve Ever Known’ from Hadestown: ‘I was alone so long, I didn’t even know that I was lonely. Out in the cold so long, I didn’t even know that I was cold. Turned my collar to the wind, this is how it’s always been. All I’ve ever known is how to hold my own, but now I want to hold you, too.’

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

The first Wednesday in October was the first day that truly felt like fall had arrived. There was a chill in the air that morning and the fallen leaves had taken on a lovely earthy smell after the rain from the night before had blown them off the trees and pummeled them to the ground. I made a mental note to ask one of the neighbor boys to clean the leaves off the driveway and stone path through the yard so Mom didn’t accidentally slip on them. She’d been so cooped up that summer, I didn’t want anything to be in her way of finally getting to enjoy the weather.

The drive to work was quiet and lovely. The sun warmed my car and when I reached the catering shop where I worked, I sat there for a few minutes, drinking my coffee and soaking up the feeling on my skin. I always got to work early so that I could have those few peaceful moments before the chaos of the day started.

Once inside the shop, I started working with my boss Darcy on filling the boxes for the day's orders. We had two major deliveries that day - a work conference at a hotel, and a training seminar being held in the public library late that afternoon. Other than that, we had our standing order for the homicide unit of the police department. At the beginning of the year, a man had been murdered and according to the news that covered it, there was next to no evidence and the case was sure to go cold. But a couple of the detectives wouldn’t let go and against the odds, they found the murderer and got a full confession out of him. The victim’s wife had been so grateful that she decided to have an ongoing order every Wednesday to buy lunch for the detectives who’d solved the murder, as well as their colleagues. She had received quite a bit of money after her husband’s death and decided to use some of it to pay them back in a small way. That order was always mine. It was fairly small and I could carry it in my car. The detectives were always polite but never tried to make small talk, which I enjoyed. The chatty orders went to Darcy’s nephew Nick, who could hold a conversation with a brick wall and enjoy it. 

Once the boxes for the detectives were filled and loaded into my car, I drove down to the station. I took the dolly from my trunk and strapped down the two insulated containers that had the boxed lunches packed in them. The wind whipped around me as I worked, blowing my hair in my eyes. I pushed it away and held it back with my free hand as I wheeled the food behind me. When I got into the building, an officer went through the containers, as always, to make sure I wasn’t bringing in any weapons, or whatever. The first few times he checked them, I was nervous that he’d find something, knowing full well that there was absolutely nothing illegal in them. Then, once I got to know him a bit, I had considered bringing him a cookie from the shop since I saw him every week, but then the irrational fear that he would think I was trying to bribe him to overlook the non-existent illegal materials I wasn’t trying to smuggle in took over. So, like with everything else in my life, I pushed away any urge, no matter how small, to socially interact with anyone longer than absolutely necessary. That’s why, after delivering there for several weeks, I knew he was Officer Bates (he wore a badge) and I was just ‘Waverly’, as in Waverly Box Catering, my company's name. 

Once Officer Bates checked to make sure everything in my containers was safe, he walked me to the elevator and hit the button for me. Thankfully the elevator was empty so that I wasn’t forced to make small talk with the officers or detectives outside of the homicide unit that always questioned why none of the other units got free lunches. The first few times I’d been asked it was awkward, all the other times after those were both awkward and annoying. 

When I reached the homicide unit floor, I made my way to their break room, where some of the detectives were waiting for me. I started unpacking the boxed lunches, placing them on the table, making sure that the names were clearly visible. As I placed the empty insulated containers back on my dolly, my phone rang. Normally I didn’t take calls on the job, but it was from Mom’s doctor’s office. 

I left the break room and found a quiet hall to answer the phone. It was a nurse called Karen confirming Mom’s appointment the following week. We’d made sure to write it on the calendar to remember it, but I thanked her for the reminder anyway and told her that we’d see her next Wednesday. After hanging up, I went back to the break room to collect my equipment. I was surprised to find that every single box had been claimed but one. I glanced at the name: Detective Marshall. Normally I didn’t keep track of who ordered what after the boxes had been filled and labeled, but I knew Detective Marshall’s order by heart. While every other detective switched their orders up, trying different things on the menu, Detective Marshall’s had remained the same every week. A cuban sandwich - whole, plain chips, and a peanut butter cookie. There were times when I’d be doing mindless tasks - washing the dishes, brushing my teeth, filling Mom’s pill box - when their order would randomly play through my mind, like some strange mantra. It was an odd thing to find calming but it reminded me of one of the exercises my therapist had me do as a teenager when my anxiety attacks would get bad. She had me multiply numbers, or mentally list every detail of my bedroom that I could think of, or recite the alphabet backwards. It was simple, mundane, ground exercises and without ever knowing me, Detective Marshall had become my adult version. 

I was about to leave when a uniformed officer came in. He went to the coffee pot but kept eyeing the box. It was nothing to me, really, if he took it. Detective Marshall could probably handle themselves against a lunch thief, but my gut wouldn’t let me let it go. So instead of leaving, I decided to take the box and hand deliver it.

I left my dolly behind and made my way back down the hall where I’d taken my call earlier. I’d noticed several detectives had private offices there and assumed their office would be there, too. I was right. I found Lieutenant Detective Marshall’s name engraved in a gold name plate mounted on a closed door. I took a deep breath before giving a hard and loud but short knock. 

“Yeah,” a man’s voice called out. 

He didn’t say anything else but I took it as an invitation to open the door. When I did, I was met with my first sight of Detective Marshall: A tall man with a short beard and a head of messy brown curls. He was wearing a forest green sweater, the sleeves pushed up to show his forearms. A gun and badge were clipped to the side of his jeans that hugged his muscular thighs. He was holding a folder, looking at it intently. After a moment, he looked up at me. He must have expected it to be someone he worked with because his expression went from neutral to confused in less than a second. He tilted his head, a crease appearing between his eyes - his beautiful blue eyes - as his brow furrowed. 

“Can I help you?”  

“I, um…” I swallowed hard. “I’m from Waverly Catering. I brought you your lunch,” I said, frozen on the spot at the entrance to his office. 

He looked more confused. “Don’t you usually leave them in the break room?” he asked. He sounded like he had a British accent.  

“Yes. And I did. But you didn’t come to get it. I was about to leave and it was the only one left and an officer came in, eyeing it, I was afraid that they would take it.” I suddenly felt my face get hot as this handsome man stared at me while I mumbled out some weird explanation for why I was interrupting his work. “Sorry,” I said, holding out the box. “Here.”

The slightest hint of a smile tugged at one corner of his mouth as he walked towards me. “Thank you.” He took the box from my outstretched hand, his fingers lightly brushing mine as he did. I was sure it was an accident and yet it instantly made my pulse race. “I appreciate it.” 

“You’re welcome,” I said, then turned to get out of there before I could embarrass myself further. 

“Do you make the cookies?”

I stopped and looked back at him. “What?”

He held up his box. “Are you the one who makes the cookies in here or do you just deliver?” 

“Oh. Yeah, I make them most of the time.”

He gave me a short lived, closed lip smile. “They’re very good.” 

My brain reacted as if I’d never heard a more flattering compliment in my life and I had to physically restrain myself from giggling. “Thank you,” I managed to say without betraying my giggling brain. “Have a good day.”

I left his office feeling like a teenage girl who’d just said something embarrassing in front of her crush and I couldn’t figure out why. The feeling lasted until I was back in my car. 

“Come on, Fiona, you’re a grown woman,” I whispered to myself, massaging my temples. “Don’t do this. Don’t do this.”

The last thing I needed on top of all of my responsibilities and already emotionally complicated current life situation was an unnecessary crush on a man just because he had pretty eyes and liked my cookies. But good heavens his eyes were pretty.

    _____________________________________

When I got home that afternoon, I found Mom in the living room. She was watching a cooking show. I went and gave her a kiss on the top of her head. Her hair was growing back just enough to feel like soft baby hair. I jokingly called it her duck feathers.

“How was your day, sweetie?” she asked.

I sat on the arm of the couch, facing her in the big recliner that swallowed her up. “It was good. Not too busy. I had my delivery to the police station again,” I said, letting myself grin. “I met one of the detectives, too. He was very handsome.” 

She looked at me, her cheeks a pretty pink color. It was such a wonderful sight after months of her being pale and gray. “Oh! What does he look like?” 

“He looks...manly,” I said. She laughed. “He was taller than me, which is always rare and attractive, and he has curly hair, and a beard, which I’m not usually attracted to but it really worked for him.” I sighed. “And his eyes. They were such a lovely blue.”

“Is he single?”

I shrugged and laughed. “I don’t know. I didn’t check for a ring. It wasn’t really that type of interaction,” I said. “I was just giving him his lunch and was surprised by how gorgeous he was.” I stood up. “Oh, and I think he’s English. He sounded like it anyway.”

“Honey, look for a ring next week!” 

“I won’t deliver next week, Nick will. You’ve got your appointment with Dr. Turner,” I reminded her. “I’m going to start dinner. Do you want anything special?”

She pointed at the TV. “They’re making chicken carbonara, it looks awfully tempting.”

I smiled. “I think I might be able to rustle some up for you. I’ll let you know when I’m done.”

“Thank you, Fi.”

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[henrycavillisdaddy]

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[wondersofdreaming]

Sex on Fire - 3

Co-written with @radaofrivia​

Characters: AU Captain Syverson - Gynaecologist, dr. Syverson x female reader

Word count: 7.601

Warnings: NSFW! Overthinking. Talking to a dog. Flirting. Nervous energy. A little awkwardness. Smut. 69. Making love. Love. Fluff. The end.

Author’s note: This story was co-written with the lovely @radaofrivia​​ - who wrote the beautiful smutty parts.

The dividers are made by @firefly-graphics

This story is dedicated to all the women who struggle with pain. It doesn’t matter where that pain is, but know that you are not alone.

Please go enjoy her stories here:

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I do not own any characters in this short story, except the reader who is a figment of my imagination.

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“What have I gotten myself into?

You stood in front of the mirror, having changed into the fifth dress, but nothing you had tried on was good enough for a date with the hottest doctor in town. A loud groan left your lips, making your sister peek inside your room.

“Everything alright in here?” she asked, looking over the room. Clothes were spread everywhere, shoes thrown all over, and you pacing in front of the closet, desperately trying to find something fitting to wear. “Looks like a tornado went through.”

“I have nothing to wear! So please, either come help me or get out,” you snapped. You heard the angry tone in your voice and turned around to face your younger sister, who looked mildly annoyed at you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound like a bitch.”

“Care to tell me what’s going on? I thought you were excited to go out with the dashing doctor?” She asked and went to sit on the only available space on the bed.

You picked up the five discarded pieces of clothing.

“This,” you held up the first dress, “is too short. He’ll think I’m a whore.”

“Then wear leggings underneath it. Do I need to remind you, sissy, that he has already seen you butt-naked?”

You glared at your sister, feeling she didn’t understand your situation that this date had to be perfect.

What if our attraction was a fluke?

“This,” you showed the second dress, “is too long. He’ll think I’m a prude.”

“Then cut it to the right length.”

What if he thinks I was an easy prey? I was. I practically begged him to fuck me. Fuck!

You were starting to sweat as you held up the third dress.

“This shows too much cleavage. He’ll think I’m trying to seduce the entire restaurant.”

“Wear a shirt under it.”

What if he isn’t taking me to a restaurant? What if we’re going to his place?

You kept rambling about the fourth and fifth dress, and your sister retorted with solutions to each of them.

“Sissy, your thoughts are so loud I think even he can hear them.”

You threw a dress in her face.

“You’re thinking of every possibility that this could go wrong, aren’t you?”

“No…” you mumbled, but a good death stare from your sister made you change your mind from lying, “Yes, I’m scared, Pat. What if he isn’t the man he made me believe he is? What if he’s a serial killer disguised as a vaginal doctor? What if he’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing? What if I’m walking right into grandma’s house and get eaten by the big bad wolf?”

“Stop, stop, you’re making no sense whatsoever…”

“And what if he doesn’t like me? What if we don’t have any chemistry? What if… oh my god, what if he only wants me as a fuck-buddy?”

You were pacing around your room, walking through the clothes, kicking the shoes away from your wandering path. Your sister grabbed your wrist and pulled you down on the bed.

“You are overthinking,” she booped your nose, “You are a gorgeous human being, very pretty too, if I have to say so myself. If he was only going to have you as his fuck-buddy, then you either say yes, because God knows you need a good fuck, or you say no because you’re looking for something deeper. And he wouldn’t have asked you on a date if he wasn’t into you! Take a deep breath with me.”

You both inhaled and exhaled, again and again, until your heartbeat wasn’t about to gallop right out of your chest.

“Now that you’re nice and calm… eh, ish, let’s put on some music and get you ready for your date. I have the perfect dress for you to wear tonight, just promise not to spill wine on it.”

Lucas walked out of the steaming shower, wrapping a large fluffy towel around his hips. His dog, a German Shepherd, was lying on the carpeted bedroom floor by the door. Her brown eyes were staring at him intensely like she knew that he was going somewhere.

“I’ll be home as soon as I can, Aika. And I promise to bring your favourite treat from the restaurant,” he told the dog. Mention of the treat perked her ears up.

Sy chuckled as he started grooming his beard. Then a light went off in his mind.

Fuck, what if she doesn’t like dogs?

He looked apologetically at Aika, who was drooling on the carpet, already tasting the treat on her palate.

Lucas finished in the bathroom and went to his spacious walk-in closet.

“What should I wear, girl?” He asked as if Aika knew what was hot in fashion. She walked over to where he hung his trousers, sniffed a few before picking a grey pair down from the hanger. She then managed to trot over to him with a pair of brown leather shoes.

“Well, thanks, girl, these are perfect. So what do you think, a white shirt or a black shirt?” Sy held each piece up to Aika, and she barked happily at the white shirt, her tail wagging excitedly. The dashing doctor also chose a matching grey suit jacket. He looked himself over in the mirror.

“I really want this to work, Aika,” he mumbled to his dog, who cocked her head to the side. “I think she’s amazing, and I hope she likes dogs because if not, I would be really sad… to say goodbye to you.”

Aika growled at him, making Sy laugh out loud.

“Sorry girl, I’m just kidding, I’m kidding. You belong with me, forever and always,” he scratched her belly. “What do I do if I make an ass out of myself?”

Aika rolled around and let out a loud ‘woof’ as if she was saying that he should just be himself.

“Okay, I’ll do my best. But what if she’s not who I think she is? What do I do then?”

Aika let out a deep rumble from her chest. I’ll bite her sorry ass if she isn’t.

You walked down the pavement looking for the restaurant Sy had texted you the address of. Sy was standing out front, waiting for you, he looked so handsome in his grey suit, and now you felt you might have been under-dressed. His face lit up in a warm grin, and his eyebrows arched when he saw you moving towards him. You smiled shyly back.

As Sy leaned down to kiss her cheek, you were going for his lips, ending in an awkward angled greeting.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you whispered at the same time he said: “Sorry!”

You stood there, looking down on the pavement, red-faced and suddenly very shy, not knowing what to do next while he was staring at you, not being able to take his eyes off you.

Lucas chuckled and presented his arm.

“Shall we go in?”

He was smiling at you, trying his best not to make your encounter awkward. You took his arm and was led into the restaurant. You looked around at the warm and comfortable atmosphere of the room. Chinese lanterns were hanging down from the loft, casting a soft light over space. The wooden tables had an induction heating plate for the hotpot that could contain either one, two or four different soups. The couple were seated near the covered fishing pond that was placed in the middle of the restaurant, a glass wall surrounding the pond, so no one could fall and get wet. The koi fish were swimming around, showing off their orange, red, white, and black scales. It was a soothing and calming sight and helped you relax in the presence of the handsome doctor.

A waitress came to take your drink orders while you looked through the menu.

“Oh, I don’t know what goes well with anything here,” you said, suddenly feeling so out of place.

“May I suggest one of their beers? They’re really good,” Lucas smiled at you warmly as he gave his drink order. You ordered one of their light and refreshing beers.

You looked down at the menu again. Not knowing what to pick as everything sounded delicious.

“There’s so much food,” you commented with a giggle.

“Do you want to try one of their special menus? That way, you can try a little of everything,” Sy suggested.

“I’d like that.”

The waitress came back with their drinks, and Sy rambled away your order. He ordered the four soup hot pot, various meats, seafood, vegetables, and an enormous amount of different types of noodles.

“How did you come by this place?” You asked, taking a sip of beer.

“I was walking around the neighbourhood one day with my sisters, and one of them wanted dumplings, another some noodles, and the third wanted some soup. I searched for a restaurant that had all three things, and this place popped up. It has become my favourite restaurant in the entire city,” he was a vivid storyteller that doctor.

“You brought me to your favourite restaurant?”

“Well, yes. I know it’s not the most traditional place to have a first date, but the food is amazing,” a pink blush crept up his neck and reached his cheeks.

“I think it’s the perfect place for a first date. I like trying new things,” you assured him, watching as a boyish grin of pride spread on his lips. God, how you wanted to kiss those lips.

“I hope you mean that because here comes the food,” Sy nodded towards the three waiters walking with an extra table full of food and the pot filled with the four soups.

“Oh dear,” you watched as they set the plates full of meat around you. “Are we feeding an army?”

“Trust me, darling, this might not be enough when we first get started,” Sy smiled. He reached for his chopsticks, “Have you eaten with chopsticks before?”

You gasped, pretending to be offended.

“I will let you know, doctor, that I was trained by the best to eat with chopsticks,” you showed him your hold, “My sister loves to get Chinese takeout when none of us feels like cooking, and there’s a restaurant that makes the best potstickers and chow mein.”

“Maybe we can order from there one day,” Sy suggested, his voice soft and full of promises.

“I’d like that. So, how do we do this?” you asked.

Lucas told you about the four different soups. They ranked from not-so-spicy to hell’s gate spicy. He talked about all the different cuts of meat, how to just put the ingredients in the soup, advising that you put in the lotus root first as it took a long time to cook.

While the doctor was talking, you were watching him. Your sole focus was on the way his lips moved and his tongue darting out from time to time. That tongue, that godly tongue.

His voice was rich and deep, so smooth and velvety you wanted to hear him talk forever. He caught you ogling at him.

“Everything alright?” he asked, looking a bit confused.

“Yeah, I was just thinking how amazing you look out of your white coat,” you blurted, making Sy laugh and blush an even deeper shade of pink before turning red.

“Why thank you, but I think the real showstopper tonight is you. You look beautiful,” he complimented.

“You’re just saying that because I complimented you first,” you giggled like a teenage schoolgirl with a crush.

Sy shook his head as he reached for the pieces of meat he had put in the soups. He picked one out and moved the chopsticks closer to your mouth.

“Try this,” he recommended. You closed your mouth around the chopsticks, letting the meat fall on your tongue. The sweet umami flavour of the pork was melting in your mouth, and you let out a soft moan.

Lucas was watching your mouth closely. The mouth that had been sucking him off a few days earlier in his office. The pretty mouth that swallowed his seed. His pants were suddenly feeling very snug around his groin area. Fuck, not now!

Thankfully his horny thoughts were interrupted by your suggestion.

“My turn to feed you,” you dove into the spiciest soup and picked out a dumpling. Why does he look so good? Lord, what is he thinking? Why is he looking at me like that? Something on my face?

Your hand was shaking a bit as you leaned over to give the dumpling to Sy, and then you dropped it, watching in slow motion as gravity did its thing, making the dumpling land on Lucas’ crisp white shirt and then down to his lap it went.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed. You quickly stood with your napkin and went over to clean the mess you had made. Lucas had picked up the fallen dumpling, not even thinking about the stain the red soup had made. He was having sinful thoughts of you sitting on your knees trying to wash off the red colour with your napkin.

“I ruined your shirt,” you sighed as the stain became worse, and it started to spread the more you rubbed the fabric.

“You’ve made it a habit to ruin my clothes, sunshine,” Lucas chuckled, but his laughter died quickly as you dabbed the napkin on his thigh, moving closer to the hard-on he was willing to go soft, but too late.

Oh, ooooooh.

“Maybe I don’t like that they’re hiding what nature has so gracefully given you,” you smirk up at him, giving him a sultry look.

Lucas swallowed hard. You could see his throat tensing as his Adam's apple bopped up and down. He’s looking you straight in the eyes, trying his best to restrain himself from taking you right then and there.

“God, I love your boldness,” his voice was low, soft, almost velvety, as if he was trying to tell you with the tone of his voice alone how much he wanted you. The smoothness of his voice was sending shivers down your spine, and some part of your brain was signalling that now was the time for you to attack him, rip his clothes off, ride him right there in the chair, not even caring about the people around you.

“Is everything okay?” A waitress asked, interrupting the moment. You snapped out of your lust-filled haze and went back to your chair. Sy coughed, masking his even dirtier thoughts.

“Yes, everything is good. The food is amazing. Can we get two shots of baijiu?” he asked, suddenly in need of something strong to stay put during dinner.

The waitress came back with the shots. Lucas held up his glass.

“Cheers,” he said and downed the clear liquid in one go, but you took a small sip.

“Oh shit, it’s burning my throat,” you gasped, putting the shot down.

“Believe me, you’re going to need all of it until we’ve finished eating,” Sy hinted at something more.

You inhaled the shot, letting the fire spread throughout your chest all the way down to your thighs and throbbing core. Your brain was slowly getting fuzzier, giving you the courage to ask him what had been on your mind since he asked you on the date.

“What are we, doctor?” You blurted, not thinking about how loud you actually were. You continued as you watched confusion spread on his handsome face: “What are you looking for in a partner? Are we going to be a no-strings-attached kind of thing? Casual hookup?”

You stopped and took a deep breath, waiting for his answer. You watched his lips, trying to avoid his eyes. If he wanted a ‘friends with benefits’-relationship, you would be devastated.

“There’s nothing casual about you, buttercup,” Sy was surprised by what you had just told him. He couldn’t deny the connection there was between the two of you. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but he felt it deep in his guts that there was something more, and he wanted to be more for you. “I want to get to know you. I want to explore the deep connection that we have and see where it leads us. What about you? What are you looking for?”

“I… I want that too. Because to me, this. What we have is too good to be just an emotionless thing,” you started, “I feel safe around you, Lucas. I don’t know why, but I do. Do I make any sense? Because I feel like I’m just sitting here rambling…”

Lucas grabbed your hands across the table, avoiding the soups. He caressed the soft skin over your knuckles. His protective instinct was on overload, he wanted to protect you, and his heart was racing from hearing you say that you felt safe around him.

“You make sense to me, bug.”

Your first date had been perfect, so were the following dates afterwards. Lucas Syverson was the perfect gentleman and taken it like a champ when you had asked to take things slow, especially with you not knowing if it was still going to hurt when having sex. You wanted to have your ‘problem’ solved before you took that all-intimate next step with Sy. You built a beautiful relationship and a strong friendship from your attraction.

Lucas had invited you out for lunch one day. He asked about how it was going with the new gynaecologist he had recommended, a woman, as he wasn’t keen on knowing another man touching you in such an intimate place. You told him that you had been referred to a physiotherapist and was going to see a specialist in vaginal diseases.

With time you hurt less and less, and it was with the support from your sister and Sy that you continued the different treatments the doctors gave you. You stretched out muscles in your abdominal area. You used soap that was for intimate use only. You even started using an anaesthetic gel to relax the nerves in your vagina by Sy’s recommendation. You had cursed him all the way to hell the first time you’d used it, even as far as telling him that it burnt worse than the alcohol shot he made you drink at the Hot Pot restaurant. You were walking like you’d ridden a horse all day long until the burning stopped after a few minutes, and Sy had kept his laughter to himself, not wanting to hurt your feelings, but when you had started giggling from looking at yourself in the mirror, he couldn’t stop the roaring laughter either.

Sy was very helpful when you were exercising. He had made the stretching into a game of some sort. You might not be having sex, but you could still tease each other, orally or with your hands, anything to build intimacy between the two of you. He was determined to make the process sexy and fun, not dull and boring.

You asked him to penetrate you a few times but had to tell him to pull out because the pain became too intense. Sy was extremely understanding, and he helped you through the crying afterwards, as you felt that you were never going to heal again. He loved that you were comfortable enough around him to tell him to stop, and you felt so safe with him.

It became your goal not only to have sex but to be penetrated without the pain. And you would get there eventually. For now, you would just bask in the afterglow of a good make-out session with Lucas on the sofa.

You had always felt that there was a part of you missing, a vital part, and now, with Lucas, you felt whole. You couldn’t go a day without at least texting him, saying you missed him, or when you were together, and he went to the bathroom, you missed him. When you had to go home the following day after a night of cuddling, you missed him the minute you walked out the door. Both of you felt like you were addicted to the other. It was almost becoming an obsession.

Life with a boyfriend like Sy was amazing, incredible, fantastic. He was everything you needed without having known it. And Lucas loved to have someone he could take care of, protect and maybe even love. Sy had never felt this way about anyone before. It was a fantastic feeling to have this wonderful woman he could call his girlfriend. His.

Not only were you an extraordinary human being: you also loved animals just as much as he did. If you were allowed animals in the apartment you lived in with your sister, you would have filled it already. Sy had let out a breath of relief when you’d told him. You and Aika had become cuddle buddies whenever you were visiting Lucas. The German Shepherd would completely ignore Sy and follow you around instead, and Lucas was only happy to share his girl with his other girl. The sense of having found you excited him, completed him and made him so happy.

There are two kinds of tired: one that needs a good night's sleep and one that needs so much more. Lucas fell into the second category. He was both physically and mentally exhausted from a long and hard day at work, and he also had to face the guilt for ruining your plans for a quiet dinner.

“Plans are made to be changed,” you told him when he called you to cancel your dinner plans and suggest grabbing something to eat and spend the evening at his place instead.

"And I really like the sound of staying in and just cuddling with you, big bear," you whispered in your phone so your colleagues wouldn’t hear you.

"Big bear?"

"Yes, you're massive, hairy and just like a big cuddly teddy bear," finishing the phrase you noticed that one of your colleagues, Rita, was looking at you, chuckling at your big bear comment. You cleared your throat and with all the seriousness you could muster you told Sy: “I can’t talk right now. Call me when you get here,” and quickly ended the call, turning to her, “he’s an activist for the conservation of big brown bears.”

“Yeah, right,” she laughed. “Have fun with your bear-man, girl, you don’t need to explain yourself.” She winked at you and went about her work.

To your dismay, Lucas didn’t follow your instructions and decided that would be the day he showed his face to your work coming into the library to pick you up. He walked into the place, standing tall, his long strides and posture showing a sense of confidence and ease. He was as handsome as always, in his dress jacket, white shirt and jeans. Upon entering the library, he took off his sunglasses revealing his cobalt blue stare that made people stop in their tracks and this time was no different.

“Oh my God!” You heard your colleague gasping next to you when she laid eyes upon him. A small grin formed on your face to her reaction. You watched your man getting closer, noticing that his face looked tired, something only you would notice. The moment your eyes met a warm, sweet smile spread on his gorgeous lips, lighting up his face.

“Do they accept new members in the bear conservation club?” She asked not too loud, but loud enough for Sy to hear, who was standing right in front of you now. You blushed from embarrassment and broke eye contact with him. His soft laughter brought your eyes back on him.

"Sadly all positions have been filled up," he countered looking directly at you with a lopsided grin. “Ready to go home, sunshine?” You nodded excited, picking up your things quickly and moving on Lucas’ side, looping your arm around his offered elbow.

“Have a good evening, Rita,” you said giddily, looking back at her as she was fanning herself trying to cool off to the sight of Sy’s behind.

"What would you like to eat for dinner?" Sy asked as he opened the car door.

"You," you whispered silently.

In the shower, the water came down warm and soothing, washing the weariness and bad energy of the day off of Lucas’ body. He took some time for himself to relax and find his balance again. But the thought of you sitting on the other side of the wall made him impatient. He needed to be close to you.

Aika whimpered at you, licking your fingers and begging for another treat. You were lying on Sy’s bed, flipping through channels, nibbling at the leftovers of your Chinese takeout, with a comfortable, fluffy pillow behind you, soft and crisp sheets underneath you and Aika laying across your lap, sharing the guilty pleasure of eating in bed with you.

“Shhh, girl! Do you want him to hear us?” You whispered at her, feeding her another bite of the delicious potstickers you had for dinner. She gulped the treat and then licked your hand in gratitude. “Eating in bed is the best, right Aika?” You told her in a colluding way, scratching your accomplice behind her ears. You knew that Sy didn’t approve of eating in bed nor sharing food with Aika, so you both were on the lookout for when he would finish his shower. You didn’t want him to find out the ‘magic tricks’ you had used to gain Aika’s trust so fast.

The moment you heard Sy turning off the water, you both jumped up, Aika taking her usual place at the foot end of the bed acting all cool, and you ran to hide the evidence in the kitchen and wash your hands from the grease. In a minute, you were back in bed pretending you were watching TV. Of course, you had no idea what was on.

“What are my girls doing?” The bathroom door opened, and Sy came out with a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. He leaned lazily on the door frame, smiling in all his wet, half-naked glory, making you choke on your own drool. Quickly, you gathered yourself trying to sound as convincing as possible.

“Nothing special, just sitting here and relaxing.”

Sy walked across the room heading for his dresser that was on your side. Your eyes followed every move he made, studying even the tiniest dent and bump his muscles formed. At the view of his butt, a very unladylike sound escaped your throat.

‘Everything ok, sweetheart?” Lucas asked absentmindedly while looking for his underwear.

“Mh-mm,” you nodded, turning your eyes to the TV. There was a short pause after you heard him close the drawer.

“Babe, is there something you want to tell me?” You craned up your head to meet his eyes. His face was serious. The only thing that kept you from worrying was a small twitch of a smile on his lips. Oh, his lips.

“Huh? Like what?” You asked puzzled.

“I don't know, maybe you want to confess something?” Your mind started racing, a hundred thoughts per second: you are so hot, take off that towel, take me now, how lucky can a girl be, you are perfect, I love you. What? Where did that come from?

“Uhh, no. I don’t think so,” you mumbled trying to hide the instant blushing on your face.

“Don’t you think that trust and openness are important, darling?” He leaned over you, his hand running over your jaw. So busted! But how?

“Of course!” You gulped, readying yourself for the revelation.

“Then can you tell me, why are there crumbs on the bed, bug?”

“What?” That was not what you were expecting.

“Aika?” Sy turned to the German shepherd. She whimpered, hiding her snout in her paws and quickly left the room.

“Traitor,” you muttered.

“I thought we had an agreement on this,” Sy spoke softly, putting on his underwear and sweatpants and headed to his side of the bed.

“I want her to like me,” you confessed in a small, guilty voice.

Lying down, Lucas let a deep sigh out, finally being able to relax and cuddle with his girlfriend. He pulled you closer letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

“Baby, you don’t need to buy her off. I’m sure that Aika loved you the first moment she met you… just like her owner.” Sy’s voice drifted off as he started zoning out, feeling so relaxed in your arms. Your breath caught in your throat, gazing at him like you saw the sun for the first time after an eternity of darkness. You wanted to say so many things but couldn’t find the words to bring out of your head. The only thing you could utter was:

“Wrap your arms around me,” you felt the need to be close to him, lost in him.

“How’s that?” He murmured with his eyes closed.

“Perfect.” He brought his face in your hair, inhaling deeply from your scent.

“Mmmmm, you smell amazing.” This felt so right to him, holding you and being held. He tightened his arms around you. Being in his embrace felt so soothing, calming and safe to you, that you let out a soft purring sound.

“Did you just purr?” He opened his eyes, a huge grin forming on his face.

“No….”

“I think you did.”

“Uh-oh,” you said lazily, burying your face into his neck.

“Alright. But in case you did, I find it really cute.’’ He let you know in his deep, soft and gentle voice.

“I might have…” Your admission made you both dissolve into laughter allowing you to release all the pent up energy. Once out of your laughing fit, you were both left gazing into each other’s eyes. It was you who made the first move, bringing your hand on his cheeks, your fingers idly playing with the curls in his beard before you kissed him, slowly at first, lips tracing lips, becoming deeper, bolder and more intense as your tongues danced in a passionate rhythm. The moan that escaped his mouth when you finished the kiss, gently biting and tagging his lower lip set you on fire.

Sy felt he was on cloud nine. His head was spinning with giddy happiness. The way your body was moulded to fit him like a puzzle piece. His heart was galloping, his mind was going crazy, his feelings were all over the place with joy and love, he felt loved, so loved. But the minute you moved to sit in his lap, grinding against him as if you were riding a horse, his mind was transported to another place, only thinking about how good the friction between you felt, he wanted so bad to make love to you, to make you feel as good as you were doing to him at the moment.

He was still lost in your kiss, basking in your touch with his eyes closed as you kissed your way from his neck to his ear whispering:

“Baby, I think I'm ready.”

He opened his eyes, blinking lazily. At first, he didn’t understand what you were talking about. He looked straight into your eyes, his eyebrows furrowed with question. You caressed his face softly, waiting for realisation to hit him. The smile on your face, the feeling in your eyes soon let him in on the meaning of your words. His heart had skipped a beat as he truly grasped your words. You saw the surprise register on his face, his breathing quickened, his lips parted ever so slightly, his hands stilling on the lower part of your back and a faint wrinkle showed between his eyebrows. And then immediately his short-lived surprise gave its place to happiness shining through his eyes, fueled with desire as the colour of his blue orbs turned to a dark navy ring around his full-blown pupils.

His arms wrapped around you and you felt him pulling you onto his chest. You could feel the urgency in his movements, there was raw emotion in the way his fingers curled around the fabric of your dress. He claimed your lips once again, kissing you deeply, absorbing every detail of the moment, your scent, the weight of your body against his, all the feelings that were washing over him, raising a wave of heat inside him.

The taste of him stripped you from all your thoughts, fears and senses. His kiss, hungry and intense, ignited a fire inside you. Your palms were flat on his chest, your fingers were trying to dig into his skin as if wanting to hold on for dear life before you let go of all inhibitions and get lost in him. His hands trailed down your neck, never releasing your mouth from the hot, wet kiss he had you captured. Your body reacted to his touch, sending shivers down your spine and making you moan. You brought your hands to his deep brown curls, carding your fingers through them, tugging at his roots, to feel a little bit of control as your sanity was in the balance of tipping over. The little pain that he experienced made him exude more lust, he loved how you took control, as he could unwind and let you loose.

With one strong arm around your waist, he gathered you up and moved you both to a sitting position, letting you sit astride his lap. His fingers dug into your hips and pulled you closer to him, pressing your core to his straining bulge. You couldn’t help but grind against him, letting your instinct take over. Your kissing grew more passionate, more urgent, muffled moans and gasps filling the room. Sy brought his hands on your breast, kneading the soft flesh over the light fabric of your sundress and realising that you had no bra on. A throaty noise escaped him as he broke the kiss, looking at you with blazing eyes.

“You had it planned all along, you little minx!” he growled, his thumbs tracing your perky nipples through the thin layer, weakening your core, making you lean your forehead against his for purchase. He could feel the warmth coming off your skin through the lite fabric, but it wasn't enough. He wanted to touch you, he wanted to see the delicate, subtle flesh of your breasts.

You could feel the feral animosity inside him, as you kept grinding your core to his groin. You had never seen him like this before. His hands were eager to touch more than just your dress. Before you could think about taking the dress off, it was ripped from your chest, the fierce action kicking the breath out of you. Buttons flew in every direction and landed on the soft carpeted floor.

“That was my favourite dress,” you said in a shuddering voice, watching him take in the image of your naked body like a starving beast.

“Payback time,” he snarled. He studied you, running a finger over your breastbone slowly down to your stomach, his eyes following the invisible trail his touch burnt on your skin. He left a wet kiss on your chest and licked his way to one of your nipples, taking it into his mouth, torturing it with his tongue and tugging it with his teeth making it even harder. Although his moves were slow, you could feel how aroused and ravenous he was, his breathing shallow and fast just like yours. You closed your eyes, burying your face in his hair, feeling him everywhere; his lips on your breasts, his fingers pressing into the flesh of your lower back, his erection stirring between your legs. His scent and taste defined your reality now.

Sliding your hand between your bodies and pressing firmly on his arousal made him growl like a wild animal against your skin. He looked up at you with lustful eyes ordering you to take off your clothes. The demand in his husky voice stole your breath for a second. He commanded and needed you at the same time. You stood up obediently, let the dress fall down to your ankles, slowly peeled off your panties down your legs and stepped out of them with small moves while watching him watching you.

You crawled back onto the bed languidly, wrapping your fingers at the waistband of his sweatpants, removing them slowly along with his black boxer briefs, revealing his throbbing manhood and his muscular thighs. He stared at your face through half-lidded eyes with desire, taking in how you ran your tongue over your lips at the sight of the glistening precum that oozed from the top of the head, showing your eagerness to taste him.

He pulled you against his body, holding you close, feeling the warmth of your body skin on skin, your breasts pressed into his chest and his erection straining against your body. His lips captured yours in a deep passionate kiss, owning your very existence.

“The things I wanna do to you, right now,” he moaned in your mouth, locking eyes with you.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want to make you come. Hard.”

“Mmm, how?” you purred, biting your lower lip to the suggestion. His eyes fell on your lips again and a small wicked grin appeared on his.

“Ride my face and I’ll show you,” his voice low and heavy with desire. His words sparked an adventurous excitement inside you, making your heart start racing. A bold smile appeared on your face taking up his challenge and the look of awe in the doctor’s eyes gave you the courage to move over, stride his beard, facing towards his body. His strong hands guided your knees on either side of his head and then trailed over your body, adoring every inch of it.

The beautiful close up of your dripping core mere inches from his eager mouth made him salivate, yearning for the taste of you. His tongue started tracing the inner of your thighs, writing small circles on the sensitive skin, lazily finding his way to your lips, licking, sucking, and making them beautifully wet. But his hands on your butt cheeks, kneading the round flesh with fervour showed you that he was impatient to dive into the main course immediately.

A warm, coiled tension started building up inside you, feeling your muscles quivering in anticipation. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding on the soft bristles of his beard, the variation in textures making you weak. You leaned slightly forward, putting your hands on his stomach to hold on, the small change in angle intensifying the sensation and giving him more space to navigate. You couldn’t tell the difference between his lips or tongue. All you could feel was just a nice, sloppy warm mess. A loud gasp escaped you when you felt his tongue run over your opening, lapping your juices.

“You taste like honey,” he grunted into your core, the vibration of his bass hitting you hard. He didn’t wait for you to answer, he went on with his smooth, wet and warm stimulation. When he hit your clit, your whole body shuddered in his tight grip. The effect he had on you made his cock jump. You leaned lower, putting your mouth on him, your fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft. You felt his body jerk upon contact and he tried to drown a curse clenching his teeth, causing you to laugh around him. But you didn’t stop, taking him deeper, giving him the attention he needed.

For a moment, he let himself get lost in your ministrations, having your eager, soft tongue wrapped around him, eyes closed, moaning deep, feeling he was growing bigger and harder in your mouth. You took advantage of his openness and brought your hand over his sack, massaging it softly, accelerating the pace, your tongue twirling around his glands every time your lips were around his head.

“Fuck!”

His hips thrust up involuntarily, searching to go deeper into the wetness of your mouth. You felt like you had the upper hand, loving the power he granted you over him, the naughty side of you wanting to make this a race of who was going to come first. But you should have known better, Sy wouldn’t let you have this one. He pressed his tongue flat on your core, intensifying the sensation and then ran it over your opening and sliding it inside you. You couldn’t keep the needy moan from escaping, feeling his tongue teasing your moist entrance and penetrating you.

Your focus was lost and so was your balance. You leaned your forehead on his pelvis, concentrating on all the pleasure he was giving you, stroking him slowly with your hand.

"Don't stop,” you whimpered, feeling the warmth of your orgasm spreading all over you. He pulled you closer against his face and shoved his tongue deeper inside you, fucking you at a frantic pace while his beard set your clit on fire. Your legs started trembling, his firm grip not allowing you to move away from him, the light tremors of your orgasm building into an earthquake, making you shudder and scream.

“God, Luc! Your tongue is magical,” you gasped as you collapsed on the bed, panting with your eyes closed. You heard his deep chuckle and felt the bed shift as he moved over, lying next to you. His arm wrapped around your waist and he scattered small kisses on your shoulder and collarbone, his beard wet from your nectar left a cooling sensation on your skin. You turned to face him, bringing your hand on his jaw, guiding him into a deep kiss. His kisses were always a delicious treat but now that you tasted yourself on his lips and tongue, it made you feel amazing and aroused again.

Never breaking your kiss, Sy laid on top of you, his weight spreading your legs apart. You couldn’t stop your hands from tracing his taut body, relishing in the texture of his muscles. You could feel he was tense, his strength, his heat increasing as he was taking over you and you couldn’t get enough of it. You needed this. You wanted to watch his face as he came inside you, to have his sweat all over you and you couldn’t believe it was finally happening. And neither could he.

He fought to control his movements and the urge to claim you hard, pouring all his passion on you. He needed his mind to take over the primal, animal instinct he was feeling at that moment. He was too far gone by now, his whole body aflame. Your voice brought him back.

“Lucas,” you whispered more breath than voice.

“Say it again. Say my name,” he said in your ear, his voice a low groan.

“Lucas, do it.”

His expression was one of intense concentration, replaced by wide sensation, as he eased slowly inside you. His thrust was slow, gentle, allowing your body to get used to his size and open up for him. You took in a deep breath as your body prepared for that familiar feeling of pain to come and tensed up but his kisses, his bites, his touch, his fire engulfed you, making you relax and forget about everything. Without even being aware of it, your pelvises touched and there you were, one deep inside the other. The realization alone made you both gasp, staring at each other with awe.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sy murmured, the overwhelming feeling choking him.

You paused for a moment, running a mental check before nodding faintly and breathing: “More”.

Sy took a moment trying to catch his breath and allowing you to catch yours. Eventually, your bodies unwinded and your breaths almost synced. With slow, soft thrusts he started moving inside you, claiming your mouth at the same slow, languid pace. Your bodies now were the closest they could be. The intense feeling of your tightness made him moan against your lips.

“I can feel every muscle inside you moving,” he gasped, “and it feels fucking incredible.”

"I love the way you feel inside me," you said, your voice giving away a slight hint of breaking, feeling a lump in your throat. You just needed to say it, tell him before your heart burst.

"I love the way I feel inside you," he let out a low content groan, not picking up your emotional overload.

"I love that I can trust you," you went on, closing your eyes trying to contain your feelings, trying to find comfort in his motions, rocking back and forth inside you.

The tears in your voice were more evident, making Sy stop and look at you with worry on his face.

"Baby... Look at me."

You couldn't bring yourself to open your eyes, you didn't want to ruin this moment for both of you.

"It's OK, bug. I'm here for you. Open your eyes."

"I love how you are always here for me," you gasped an intense sob ripping through you. "I-I love... you."

His eyes travelled from your lips forming those three words to your eyes, gazing inside them, finding your soul and claiming it as his own. He saw you, really, truly saw you and loved what was there. He tenderly caressed your face with his fingertips, wiping away the trail of your tears. He placed a feathery kiss on your lips and whispered:

"I love you too."

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[corneliuswatkins]

Got another chapter peeps - please go read it and let me k is what you think!!

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[kasdeyathebitterwoman]

Ants and Antihistamines

Wrote this little bit on my phone this morning and edited it during my lunch break. I am actually allergic to ant bites and yesterday I was attacked by them while gardening. I decided to create a little one-shot of how Henry might respond when finding out about this allergy. Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 729

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CW: none, fluff (unless you’re allergic to ants bites like me!)

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You were in the kitchen cleaning dishes when you heard the front door open and close. Hurried steps and a rustling bag could be heard as the source of the sound approached the kitchen. You look up to see Henry, your partner, hurrying into the room. He locked eyes on you and frowned slightly.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” He asked, coming around the island. He dropped the bag on the counter and his eyes immediately found your wrist.

“I’m doing the dishes,” you reply nonchalantly. Henry turns the water off and pulls your left arm up to look at it. Earlier, while you were out in the flower beds pulling weeds, you discovered ants. It wasn’t until you were under serious attack that you realized it. Unfortunately, you were extremely allergic to ants so your wrist had begun to swell almost immediately. You texted Henry explaining the situation and now, an hour later, your wrist was still swollen and itchy, though not as bad as it had been.

“I asked you to take it easy until I got back,” Henry murmured, holding up your arm gently. The area was still red and splotchy. You could easily make out the multiple spots where you had been bitten.

“Keeping busy helps distract me from the pain and the itch,” You say, looking up at him through your eyelashes. You can see a pained expression on his face. “It’s honestly not that bad. The swelling has actually gone down some,” you say trying to comfort him. His blue eyes flick to yours and he gives you a pained smile.

“Well here,” he starts, dropping your wrist to turn and grab the bag he brought in with him. He pulls out two boxes of antihistamines, a bottle of aloe vera, a bottle of calamine lotion, and a bottle of cortisone cream as well as a freezable cold compress. “I had to ask my mom what would be best. She suggested any of these but I wasn’t sure what you would prefer, so I just grabbed all of them,” he lined them up on the counter. “And I got this to help with the swelling you mentioned,” he held up the cold compress. You smile gently at everything, then you shift your gaze to Henry.

“Henry, I just asked for some Benadryl!” You say, feeling a little embarrassed at how far he went to get all of this.

“I had a feeling that that,” Henry starts, pointing to your swollen wrist. “Was going to require more than Benadryl!” he exclaims. “And seeing it in person, I’m thinking I was right!” You know he’s serious, but you can’t help but giggle. “I had no idea you were so allergic to those little buggers, y/n,” he continues quietly, pulling your wrist up again to examine the damage. You smile sweetly, shrugging, then ask for the calamine lotion. He lets go of your arm to get you the bottle. While you apply the lotion, wincing at the pain from the swelling, Henry opens one of the boxes of antihistamines and grabs a bottle of rosemary water from the fridge for you. When you’re done applying and taking everything, you look over at Henry who is watching your wrist with concern.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you say, watching his focus shift from your wrist to your eyes.

“Of course, love,” he replies, pulling you closer to him. You snake your arms around his shoulders being careful of your swollen wrist while his hands find your hips. “I’ll always take care of you, y/n,” he leans down to kiss you sweetly. “Now, I’m going to go get some ant repellent for the gardens. You take it easy,” he says, looking at you with those intense eyes.

“I’ll be okay, Henry,” you reply, wanting to get back to those dishes.

“Y/n, I will have Kal sit on you so you can’t move,” Henry replies, a teasing twinkle in his eyes. You tip your head back and laugh feeling the antihistamine taking effect, making you feel a little drowsy.

“Okay, okay,” you say, conceding defeat. Henry escorts you to the couch where he leaves you with water, Kal and the calamine lotion. You smile as you watch him walk away, surprised at how much you enjoy being taken care of by Superman himself.

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[penneferofvenerburg]

A HEART FULL OF LOVE CHAPTER FOUR

Title: A heart full of love

Henry Cavill x Georgina Biswell

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Georgina could not stop her heart racing, she had tried breathing slowly to rid herself of the fangirl feeling internally, the two dogs were snoozing beneath the tree not fair out Henry's and Georgie's sight.

" so tell me something about yourself"! Henry smiled kindly at her, as they continued to chat sitting on the grass, Georgie didn't know where to put herself honestly she could have died instantly when Henry appeared out nowhere as if by ' magic'.

" ah theres not all that much to tell really! I'm just me and I love my books readings my thing when I get the time for it"! Georgie answered him.

This young girl intrigued him and he suddenly felt something for this young attractive bright little thing.

" Just say if you don't want to! Will you at least allow me to take you for coffee"? Henry politely asked with his charming smile. Georgina had read and seen pictures of him with fans and they said how sweet he was.

To that end, Georgie smiled graciously up at him as he stood he was so tall 6ft 1inch and with muscles of a heavenly God how could she refuse.

" I'd like that Thankyou Henry"! Came her sweet reply.

As he stood he held his hands to help her up off the grass.

" Come my dear Lady! Let's get the dogs and head out of his cold you must freezing here"! Henry offered gallantly taking off his brown winter outdoor jacket and placing it round Georgina's shoulders.

thanks Henry! Won't you be cold"? Georgie asked as they called the two snoozing dogs clipping their leads back to their collars they begun the walk toward the coffee shop in the park.

Kal, Henry's adorable black and white American atkita happily trotted alongside him while Frodo was in front of Georgie.

" shall we"? Henry asking Georgie gently as she at once accepted his offer of his toned arm. They both stepped off the grass onto the path.

" What kinda books do you like to read"? Henry continued to ask with a polite smile.

" oh! I have a lit books at home! Mainly historical but I suppose the thing I'm into more is fantasy"! Georgie had now officially unleashed her real passion.

Henry nodded " historical and fantasy! Blimey quite the lethal combination there"! He jested.

Georgie laughed " Haha! You might think so! Not to me though I'll admit I am tempted to dive into the Witcher books though"!

Henry was surprised to learn that she had not yet gotten into the books already, " oh I love them! I've read oooh all eight of them"!

" All eight? No you haven't... you can't have done in one go"! Georgie asked incredulously.

" yes I did ok not in one sitting though! I read one after the other now I've played the Witcher 3 through twice"! Henry confessed.

" wow! That must've have took some discipline"! Georgie chuckled at him knowing full well that he was a serious gamer.

Henry made a face then answered " no not really! You just pretend the character"! At that moment Georgie wanted to confess to knowing who he was but something stopped her.

" I also love Warhammer 40,000 that's my hobby and when I'm not at work im either gaming or reading"! Henry smiled at her.

" what is warhammer if you don't mind telling me"? Georgie asked.

" Right! So you've got lots if different Armies all from different Kingdoms and in order to defeat the enemy you have to maintain your stronghold and wait for the enemy to show"! Henry explained in a soft tone.

Henry was totally head over heels for this woman but he didn't want to scare her off they had arrived at the coffee shop and he showed Georgie inside " Ladies First"! He smiled as he held the door for her. " Thankyou"! She murmured as she walked on in, the smell of coffee hitting her almost instantly.

" What would you like"? Henry asked her, he was a true gentlemen and there weren't many of them about these days. Mercifully Georgie had the patience to wait.

" What's your favourite coffee"? Georgie asked him.

" a lattè I think I'll go for that then Thankyou henry"! Georgie answered with a nervous smile.

The two dogs patiently waited outside while their owners were getting drinks, " why don't you keep on eye the dogs I'll get these"! Henry suggested.

Frodo, seemed to like Henry, as did Kal his American Akita who was huge like a bear a fluffy black and white bear.

After 20 minutes Henry returned to the table where Georgie was with the dogs Frodo and Kal, some strange reason Kal was refusing to leave Georginas side she happily gave him a fuss " fluffy bear yes you are great big fluffy bear bear"! Georgie fussed over him Henry watched on to see what his fluffy pet would do, it seemed he was fond of this woman that theyd just met down at the dog park.

Chevilous Henry ever the gent helped Georgina sit down outside on the pinick bench, once settled they begun to talk again whilst the two pooches snoozed beneath the bench at their feet.

" Is that what you do when you have a day off work.... play abit of Warhammer"! Georgina quizzed with a smile that her blue sparkly eyes. " yes I also read books too"! Henry heard a sigh of relief leave her, " that was a big sigh for little woman"! Henry smiled with a wink. " Something we have in common"! Georgina lamented, he could not stop but focus on that lovely smile.

" Exactly"! Henry smiled.

" what do tour family say about you having ' gaming geekness'? Georgina chuckled Henry's eyes went wide ' Gaming Geekness I like that where did you get that one from"? Henry asked her with a affectionate smile.

" In answer to your question .... my family support in it they love it as much as I do"! Came his reply.

" Wait a minute! You and your brothers play Warhammer together"? Georginas eyes widened " oh no not more gaming geekies yikes I'm going to have seriously brush up on Warhammer .... wheres best to start"? Georgina asked.

Henry was laughing now ....

" it's just genuinely best to start at base post"! Henry repiled.

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[inthenameofcavill]

Story prompt Hit me today. Having the period of a lifetime and was enjoying soft August fan fics. (thanks to you all.) 

You have been dating  Agent Walker on & off. When you met 10 months ago he was only interested in sex, but he has succumb to how much he really enjoys actually having a partner longer than one evening. You have really pushed for finally moving in together. A few weeks into your new living arrangement your sister ask’s you to watch your nieces for the night so she and your brother in law can have a date night. August plans on shutting himself in his office and reviewing files while putting in some online research. His plan is to be to busy to be involved in your sisters “crotch goblins ” and he so kindly put it. A half hour after the girls are dropped off you get an emergency call into work that you cant refuse and your sister is not answering her phone. The only option, with much push back on his part as you change into your work clothes, is for August to keep an eye on the girls. Hilarity and sweet moments ensue when the hard ass, no nonsense, dominate, used to being in control, Agent walker is up against his biggest mission yet, Iris & Isabelle.   

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[littlefreya]

Run - Part 2: Abysmal

Summary: She watched as August ripped armed men to shreds. Now the question stands, what will he do to her?

Part 2 to Run

Pairing: August Walker x  OFC

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Smutty Smut. Explicit Sex, oral sex, rough sex, MaleDom/FemSub, unprotected intercourse, graphic depiction of violence, hinted obsession, mentions of stalking and twisted romance.

A/N: You wanted part 2 and Satan Obliges. Many thanks to @agniavateira, my muse! and my editor, 

Title: Abysmal

The feral beast held her against the wall, his crude hands restraining her wrists and stretching her arms above her head. He forced his lips onto her mouth, alternating little suckling kisses between her upper and lower lip. A small part of her still wanted to fight back, stricken by the horrors she had witnessed and by his blood-soaked shirt that soiled her white silk top.

Like a hammer to the back of her head, those sick, gory visions kept hitting her. Their screams echoed in her mind, grown men screaming in absolute terror. Small prickles covered her skin and an involuntary whimper forced itself from her mouth in sheer fright, yet when August ran his agile fingers down her sensitive skin with shocking tenderness, her body threw itself onto his, surrendering every will to whatever sick desires he had planned for her.

If only she had no knowledge of how twisted his mind was.

August often came to visit. It started as a mandatory evaluation, every man and woman working for the CIA who went on risky missions had to be observed for mental impairment. She was intimidated by him the very first time he stepped into her office. An overwhelmingly beautiful creature: tall, with strong features. All the women in the HQ knew of “The Hammer”.

That nickname wasn’t solely for his success on the field.  

Suave and relaxed, he appeared to be a complete gentleman, yet as a therapist, she knew better than to look at the beautiful shell. What she saw inside made her spine crawl; A depraved animal with obscure darkness burrowed in his eyes. 

Everytime he stepped into the room the air took out.

He insisted on keeping their weekly meetings. Entering her office bringing an extra cup of coffee. Strong, the way she liked it, as he observed. She feared it was poisoned, especially when his gaze pierced into hers, urging her to drink it while she hesitated.  

Yet he never showed any interest in her, not even the slightest. She found it odd, considering his reputation amongst women. 

It was as if she bore him, a blank page to be discarded.

Now, she finally knew why. He wanted to have her, in ways that made the blood in her veins turn into ice. What frightened her the most was how alive it made her feel. Her heart was beating for the first time in her life.

August trailed his tongue across her lips, tasting both the sweetness and the salt of the tears from the lush flesh until she welcomed his succulent tongue inside, opening her mouth with a deep gasp which only grew fiercer as the air trembled through her chest.

With his tongue savouring her mouth, his hands descended down her throat, wrapping his nimble fingers around it, testing how much air he could suspend from her lungs before she’ll collapse. A pained sob followed after, making him loosen his grip. Her breath was hers once more as August trailed his hands further below.

He groped and explored the shape of her body possessively before hoisting her up in his arms as if she was weightless. 

Ceremonially, he carried her through the abandoned corridors, seeking for shelter to make her his own.

Papers and wood debris were everywhere across the large meeting room, evidence of the harrowing battle that took place in it earlier that evening. Screams of terror ghosted the room. A pool of blood caught her attention, her mind lost in disturbing images. 

But August forced her gaze away, cupping her chin and kissing the corner of her mouth gently. 

“I’ll never hurt you, angel.” He murmured as he nudged her to lie down on the large mahogany conference desk with a small shove on her shoulder. His hands ran up her knees, forcing her legs apart and pushing her skirt to expose her underwear.

Wetness gathered at her mound, resulted by fear and primal arousal. The sight of the wet patch against her white cotton undergarments made his nostrils flare with excitement. 

She wanted him inside her, even after she saw the monster that he was. 

“No one will ever touch you,” he chanted, his deep voice pleasant, melodic, stroking her ears like the most soothing song. It did everything but calm her, especially as she felt him expose her to the cold air. Discarding her of what kept her chaste.

One by one, her barriers against him fell apart, with and without her consent.

“August…” she called out his name with concern coating her voice. She lifted her head to watch as he knelt between her thighs. Bloodstained hands claw her pure flesh, keeping her pinned against the hard polished wood. 

Her breath came out in tremors, quick and hissing as his breath caressed her luscious cunt. His teeth nipped at the tender skin that surrounded her womanhood, leaving small wet purple arches. The yelps that broke from her lips only made him more and more eager. He inhaled her scent and rubbed his face against her cunt, making her feel the coarseness of his stubbles and his thick moustache.

“No one will ever touch you, but me.” 

Her fingers got entangled in her long hair as August suckled on the hooded pearl, now wet and slippery. His tongue lapped around it in a slow, circular motion that made her cry out with desperation as bliss pushed against the gates. 

Arching on the desk, she threw herself open, accepting the warmth that streamed between her thighs. Blood boiled hot with arousal. 

August sent his arm to climb up her body, stroking up until his hand met her jaw. His thumb caressed her chin, smearing more blood on her face. He held her tightly while his tongue coaxed her into sweet ecstasy. 

Even with him on his knees she felt owned, conquered; and he hasn't even invaded her yet. Her walls throbbed and twitched, clenching around an empty void furiously as August made her undone. 

He licked her juices as if she was the sweetest nectar, his tongue flicking over his lips as he rose to his feet. “You taste just like I imagined - like honey,” he stated while his fingers reached to unbutton his shirt.

Still breathless, she leaned on her elbows, her feeble legs pushing against the slick wood. She looked at August as he started undressing, offering his vast body to her eager eyes. His godlike figure stood naked in front of her, marked by deep purple stains that decorated his muscular chest.

Her eyebrows twitched upward, wide eyes glassy with wetness that seamed at her lids. That’s what he longed for. It wasn’t just her fear that he held but also her sympathy. She felt for him, she saw him. Even when no words were uttered between his lips in those excruciating psych-evals, he sensed her penetrative gaze, trying to cure the rot that grew inside him.

He was incurable, yes, but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t get to keep her. 

“All of it, I did for you.” He exclaimed, watching as she slightly flinched back on the desk, her heels slipping down the surface as she tried to cower away. Terror still took its reins and it only made him more desperate to be inside her, to show her he would never hurt her. His hands seized her ankles, pulling her flat down, bringing her close until she laid sprawled.

He climbed on top of her, his thick thighs resting between her slender legs. She didn’t fight him, yet her body tensed. Ignoring her anxiety he tugged and peeled off her clothes, his lips praising her body with soft butterfly kisses on every piece of skin he exposed. 

She was even more beautiful up close than from what he remembered of the late nights he spent stalking outside her window. 

Entangled in her legs, he combed his fingers through her hair and gazed into her eyes. There was so much hurt and fury in him, as intense as a firestorm. His eyes bore words he would not utter. It made her heart sink since August Walker was a tortured soul and it sucked the fear out like poison, leaving nothing but the desire to solace the hurt. 

Palming his gruff cheek, she kissed him back with sweetness and closed her eyes before her back fell to the surface. Easy, slow, light as a feather, she finally succumbed to August’s desires. He flashed a victorious smile and reached between their groins to guide himself into the delights between her thighs.

Moans of pleasure overwhelmed the room as their bodies finally united. August was endowed, bigger than any man she had before and he made no delay to let her adjust, slamming into her hilt with one powerful thrust. Her nails dug into the wings of his back as he split her in half. The pain seared inside, her walls resisted him, attempting to force him away, yet she ignored the warnings of her body as she clung to his flesh, desperate for more.

Something once dormant arose within her, that same acceleration of emotions she had before each of their sessions. She pushed it to the darkest pits of her mind, choosing to keep it ignored yet the moment their bodies became one she was drowning in her own emotions.

Dying of love.

“August, please!” she mewled in his ear, wrapping her legs around his muscular ass, her walls pulsating around his throbbing girth. “Please fuck me.”

He pulled away slowly, watching the despair on her sweet, beautiful face before slamming into her again. Bloody trails formed at his back as her nails scratched his skin. With a pained grunt, he took her wrists and slammed them down on the desk. 

Holding her restrained, August hammered into her tight cunt. Low roars emitted from his throat, more of the animal than the man, countering the delicate broken cries that sprang from her lips. Opposing beings, they collided, coveting each other’s flesh. His rhythm was hard and rough, bottoming out with every push and shove that was plunged into her. 

He fucked with fury, unloading his self-hatred, seeking to be cleansed within her body. 

Willfully she accepted, uttering sweet cries of love in his ears while his cock invaded and defiled her clenched walls. With every thrust she fell deeper and deeper, her lower back lifting completely from the surface, wanting to be made whole.

Moans and succulent sounds of skin slapping together hazed her mind into euphoria. The same liquid fire that burnt between her thighs began to spill from her womb, and her entire body shuddered. As August cock grinded against her cervix, the fire surged through, her orgasm released with rage, making her fall apart around him.

August felt her walls clutch him with zeal, attempting to forbid him from advancing yet it only made him grow furious. 

“I want to come inside you,” he growled at her ear and bit into her shoulder as he fucked harder, enviously seeking for his orgasm. Her answer was nothing but a surrendered whimper. Pushing upward she wrapped her legs tighter around him, anticipating the hot gush of his liquid inside her.

She was a sweet little angel, who made him feel deserving of love. As he looked down on her beautiful gaping face, knowing that she now forever belonged to him, his cock swelled larger and he came inside her, releasing his seed into her depth with grunts of triumph. 

His hands still clenched tightly at her wrists. Her fingers became pale and numb, deprived of blood. But she made no complaint or protest, too enthralled with the man who claimed her, who was now both her guardian and her warden. 

Gentle kisses covered her sweaty brow. His hands brushing the sticky hair away. 

“They will come after us,” he whispered huskily, and she watched as his blue eyes darkened yet again.

“But I’ll keep you safe, angel, always.”

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