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ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist · 8 months

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🎧Elle the Space Unicorn's Masterlist🎧

Reader inserts will have no descriptors, OFCs will be black and plus-sized(unless otherwise stated). I love being able to give girls/femmes who look like me the chance to romance some of their faves.

🎧Bless my current muse...🎧

I love to write fanfiction. Right now, my main muse is Henry Cavill. But I also like some Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters (see below who I will write for - send prompts or requests to @ellethespaceunicorn HERE).

Masterlist is under the Cut...

Bright Like The Moon (ongoing)

Love, Napoleon (ongoing)

Scrapbook (finished)

Daddy Knows Best (possibly on hiatus)

Don't Take My Sunshine Away (possibly on hiatus)

Touch and Go (possibly ongoing)

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

What Are You Doing, StepBro?

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Humphrey x Stepsister!Reader

Summary: You and Humphrey don’t have the best start, but before long you will reach an arrangement.

Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader

Summary: Clark needs to give over to his submissive urges, specifically he yearns to be tied up and owned.

I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Reader

Summary: Napoleon wines and dines.

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC}

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director's Cut] {DARKER FIC}

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Some Things You Just Can’t Refuse

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dom!Clark Kent x Sub!Reader

Summary: A collection of first times with Clark Kent, and one last time.

Happy Birthday, Cupcake

Rating: General

Pairing: Clark Kent x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Clark surprises you for your birthday.

Treat Me Like A Slut

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: August Walker x Reader

Summary: August has had enough of your antics, and you’re going to pay for it.

Sometimes The Silence Guides A Mind

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary: As you were getting close to Sherlock, he stops visiting. You pop over to Baker Street and share an eye-opening moment.

Don't Take Your Eyes Off It

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and you have a surprise for Steve!

Fifteen Minutes

Character: Walter Marshall x Unnamed Black!OFC

Rating: Explicit

Summary: What Walter does with 15 minutes of his time.

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Pairing: Syverson x Reader

Rating: Mature

Summary: When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU.

Pretty As A Picture

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: What started as a hobby day in the park turns into Lloyd Hansen showing you why taking photos of strangers is a bad idea.

Something Old, Something New

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Reader

Summary: Your childhood best friend invites you to your old vacation spot for her wedding, and you have been catching up with your first crush: her recently divorced big brother Nick.

Oxytocin

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Older!Black!Fem!OFC

Summary: At a New Year's Eve party, Ransom Drysdale's life is forever changed by a chance meeting with Ivy Kensington.

My Little Strawberry

Pairing: Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)

Rating: Mature

Summary: A follow-up to Shape Up. Sy has a conversation with his baby girl while she’s still in your stomach.

Doing Something Unholy

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Charles Brandon x Reader

Summary: This is a prompt fill for some teasing of Charles Brandon and then him taking over.

Praise You

Rating: General, pure fluff

Pairing: Clark Kent x Insecure PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Clark Kent loves everything about you, especially what you think are your flaws.

Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader

Summary: You hate everything about Detective Walter Marshall. He feels the same about you. Now, kiss!

Shape-Up

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Cpt Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)

Summary: Syverson and his girl, Peaches, try and trim his beard without causing a ruckus. Spoiler alert: they fail.

Follow-up to Shape-Up: My Little Strawberry

The Paganini Problem

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader

Summary: Being Sherlock’s wife proves to be difficult when a case stumps him.

Power Play: After Hours

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Black!Reader

Summary: What happens when Lloyd sees you, his assistant, in something other than what you usually wear? Well, you should be worried about what he does when he sees you.

No Good Deeds

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Landlord!Ari Levinson x Reader

Summary: Moving out on your own is challenging, but your landlord, Mr. Levinson is kind and helpful. But he may want more from you than your tenancy.

Executive Temptation

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: CEO!August Walker x Employee!Reader

Summary: You’ve caught the eye of CEO August Walker. What happens when he asks you to go to his private office?

Walter Marshall - Hobbies

Lloyd Hansen - Family, Quirks/Hobbies, Sleep

Lloyd Hansen - What happens when reader starts dressing to match lloyd?

Walter Marshall (Night Hunter)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Clark Kent (Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League)

Humphrey (Stardust)

Charles Brandon (The Tudors)

Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Napoleon Solo (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

August Walker (Mission: Impossible - Fallout)

Will Shaw (The Cold Light of Day)

Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes films)

Captain Syverson (Sand Castle)

Evan Marshall (Blood Creek)

Melot (Tristan and Isolde)

Thomas Apreas (Hotel Laguna)

Chas Quilter (The Inspector Lyndley Mysteries)

Stephen Colley (I Capture the Castle)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR HENRY

Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

Steve Rogers (Avengers films)

Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)

Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

Nick Gant (PUSH)

Jake Jensen (The Losers)

Frank Adler (Gifted)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR CHRIS

Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

Charles Blackwood (We Have Always Lived in the Castle)

Steve Kemp (Fresh)

Max (Sharper)

Nick Fowler (The 355)

Lee Bodecker (The Devill All The Time)

Chris (Destroyer)

Justin Capshaw (Law & Order)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR SEBASTIAN

Let me know if you wanna be added and for what plz, so far only these categories 😁 Let me know if you ever want to be removed!

General Fanfiction (Everything)

Henry Character Fanfiction

Chris Character Fanfiction

August Walker

Bright Like The Moon

Love, Napoleon!

Daddy Knows Best

Don't Take My Sunshine Away

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest

~Please DON'T ask me to tag you in a series that you've never 'liked' or 'reblogged'. It's just kind of rude. Also, don't ask for an ETA on the next chapter.~

*Blog Header, Cover Art for fics, Masterlist Header/MDNI 18+ Banner, Support/Reblog banner and Masterlist Dividers made by me in Canva*

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angryschnauzer · 1 year

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Cuddles and Snuggles

Summary: Its the morning after date night with your sugar daddy, and your two roommates crawl into your bed for a snuggle. Finding you naked things get very touchy feely, very quickly. (pretty much pure smut)

Fandoms: The Tudors, Hellraiser, Henry Cavill

Pairing: Modern day Charles Brandon x Female Reader x Mike (Hellraiser)

Warnings: 18+, Smut, NSFW, Roomates to lovers, friends with benefits, sugar daddy arrangement (no use of the term ‘daddy’), massage, titty sucking, fondling, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, double penetration, double vaginal penetration, anal fingering, triple penetration, spy camera.

Here is my masterlist and AO3

Wordcount: 2244

I do not run a tag list, instead please follow @angryschnauzerwrites and put that blog onto notifications, you’ll then get an alert each time i post something new. My AO3 also has my entire back catalogue of stories (going back to 2013).

Authors note: This week has been completely overwhelming, so i took an impromptu day off to disassociate and write some unplanned smut. The first half of the story i actually had as a dream (bed snuggles with Charles and Mikey) but i let my imagination go smutty with where to take it thereafter. Enjoy.

Cuddles and Snuggles

The pale morning light filled your room and you stretched your limbs out beneath the all white duvet, shivering a little from the cool sheets touching your heated skin, but also realising you’d slept in past the time the heating had already finished its morning blast. For a moment you worried you had missed class, but then a further stretch reminded you of your sore muscles from the night before, and as date night was always Friday night you smiled and snuggled back into the duvet further. Just then your phone chimed, and as you decided to check it you smiled as you saw the message;

‘New Funds Received: $4000 deposit’

Having a Sugar Daddy was worth the effort you put in, especially when he was paying all expenses for your graduate course at Harvard plus a weekly allowance. Whilst you had your phone in your hand you snapped a shot of yourself, ensuring to get your naked chest in the photo and hit send to him, knowing he would appreciate it.

Just then a notification for the houseshare group chat popped up, opening it you read as your two roommates argued whose turn it was to make coffee. Ignoring the chat you locked your screen and snuggled back under the covers. A few minutes later you heard your door open, and a deep voice;

“I know you’re awake”

“I am”

“If you don’t get up i’m getting in”

You giggled. Charles was always a cuddle bug. Coming from a very wealthy family, he could have taken the trust fund route, but instead had opted to continue his education and was now almost complete with his Doctorate on Ancient Literature. He was well into his mid 20’s, but cut a fine figure of a man, working out regularly and making sure his grooming habits were always on point.

Your lack of movement was the trigger for him to cross the room and slide in beside you, his light bed tshirt and sweats brushing against your skin as he sought you out beneath the kingsize duvet. As his hand curved around your stomach you let out a small hum until he pulled you flush with his chest and his lips brushed against your neck;

“Your Sugar Daddy tire you out last night?”

“He did indeed”

Both of your roommates knew about your arrangement, and thankfully were chill about the whole thing. In the past some people had been judgemental, but this wasn’t the case with the boys.

Charles moved his hand that was on your waist up to your shoulders, massaging it, his big hands working their magic beneath the duvet. Letting out a contented sigh you relaxed into his touch, smiling as he worked his way blindly down your back until he paused at the curve of your ass;

“Oh”

That hand curled back around your waist and he pulled you harder to his chest, and you felt him rock his bulge against your ass and let out a quiet appreciative grunt. Just then you heard footsteps in the hallway;

“So that’s why the coffee pot hasn’t been filled yet”

Not waiting for an answer, moments later you felt Mike crawl up the bed from beneath the duvet, his dark messy curls appearing in front of you. Those vivid blue eyes glanced and you and then down at your chest, and a big smile appeared on his face;

“Oooh titties!” quickly snuggling up to you, his hand over your waist and his face was soon pushed softly against your breasts as he proceeded to motorboat you.

Your relationship with both of your roommates was one where there were very few boundaries. No-one was ashamed of being naked in front of the others, and there of course had been times when you’d ended up letting things go beyond ‘just friends’ with both of them. It was a regular occurrence for one of you to climb into another's bed, either for comfort, or for warmth, or to just be a pain in the ass and wake them up. However this was different; all three of you were in the one bed, and usually you all were clothed. Okay yes the two boys were still dressed, but you were complete nude and it had immediately changed the dynamic of the situation.

As Mike softened in your arms, his comical motorboating slowed and he was gently nuzzling at your tits. He was in just a soft black t-shirt and checked flannel pyjama pants, your hands finding their way beneath his t-shirt to tenderly stroke at his sides and back. The action moved him closer, and as he pressed your bodies together you could feel a hardness pressing against your stomach. He moved his mouth and caught one of your nipples between his lips, suckling softly and making you arch your back, pushing your breast into his touch and your ass out. The latter elicited a murmur of appreciation from Charles who moved his hands away to push his sweats down before his hand gripped your hip and you felt his hard length settle in the crease of your ass, grinding into you.

You felt Mike pull your leg up over his hip, his hand splayed out on the back of your thigh, as Charles crept his fingers around your hip to your slit, and traced through your now wet and ready folds, dipping into your hole;

“You’re ready, aren’t you?”

You nodded and hummed, biting your lip as you felt him position his thick crown at your entrance before pushing in slowly;

“Ohhhh” you felt stretched as he filled you, your body still slightly sore from the night before, but you were resilient. Plus your Sugar Daddy had pushed you beyond what you thought your limits were in the past as he knew you could take it.

Charles started to fill you with shallow smooth thrusts, his hand gripping your hips and his lips found their way to your neck, pressing kisses to your pressure points as his soft beard gave a friction to his jaw that tickled your skin just right. Consumed with what Charles was doing, you’d foolishly thought Mike was content with your tits, however when you finally opened your eyes you saw him sliding further down your bed as he took the duvet with him, before he managed to duck his head down and bury it between your legs.

“Hey Charles, slow down for a second” his voice was muffled by your thighs, but Charles lifting your leg high and wide, giving Mike enough room to get his mouth on your clit.

“OH Fuck…” the sensations were divine, Mike’s strong jaw and wicked tongue working on your clit, Charles’ meaty cock filling you just right. The dual sensations were enough to have your orgasm approach rapidly, you just needed the one final trigger. That was put into place when Mike slid two long fingers inside you alongside Charles, stretching you as he crooked them and pressed against your sensitive spot high up on the inside and you came with a whimper, squeezing them both. Charles pressed kisses to the side of your face, whispering praises as he slowed his thrusts whilst Mike carefully pulled his fingers out and shuffled up the bed, the duvet now long since cast aside.

The kiss as Mike captured your lips tasted of your own juices, his tongue working against yours and you felt him pulling his pyjama pants down, pulling your leg back over his hip as he took your hand and wrapped your fingers around his hard dick;

“Feel what you do to me?” you pumped him, relishing the feel of the hardness beneath the velvet soft skin; “You’re so good at this, you gonna take us both”

Pressing a kiss to his plump lips you nodded.

“Good girl” Charles praised as he lifted your leg and slowed his thrusts again allowing Mike to position himself alongside him.

Relaxing as much as you could, you shut your eyes as you felt Mike stretch you out as he pushed his dick into your soaked pussy alongside Charles. Their praises rung in your ears as you struggled not to be overwhelmed at the sensation, the fullness, your body deceived you and surprised you with a gentle orgasm, but you knew there was a bigger wave to come;

“Harder… Please, i can take it”

Your request invigorated the boys' efforts, their strong hands gripping onto you for purchase as their hips worked in a synchronicity that for a moment had you wondering if they’d done this before, a learned skill of working together as a team. Mike moved his upper body so he could cup your tits, taking turns to such each nipple, whilst Charles managed to find other places for his hands to cause devilish magic. One hand slipped down your stomach, pushing between yours and Mike’s to find your clit and rubbed tight circles against the swollen bud, however the other strayed down your back to your ass. Finding you wet and slippery, his thick digit met little resistance as he pressed against your back door, and you eagerly allowed him entry knowing it would be the final trigger for what you needed. When he was in up to his knuckle it was what broke the levy and you were consumed by your orgasm, coming hard as you soaked the sheet below you, giving the two thick dicks inside you the final lubrication they needed to unleash hell.

“Can i cum inside her?” Mike asked Charles quickly

“I…err…” Charles faltered, so close to the edge of shooting his own load, but that final thought of having another mans cum on his dick fogging his mind for a moment

“Please boys, i want you to both cum inside me, i need it”

Charles grunted;

“Yeah Mikey, lets flood her, not like i’m gonna make you pregnant or something”

Mike laughed;

“True” he cupped your chin; “No risk of us making you pregnant?”

You shook your head;

“I’m on birth control… please… i’m so close again… lets cum together…”

With a sudden rush of energy, both Charles and Mike ploughed into you, filling you with their heavily swollen cocks, Charles sliding a second finger into your ass, and you came with a scream, this time squirting around them both as they came simultaneously, filling you with copious amounts of their creamy seed.

Sweaty and sated, the three of you lay connected on the soft sheets, gently caressing the others, three minds collectively together and at peace. Just as you were starting to feel the onset creep of sleep, dual alarms sounded from their bedrooms, causing them to both jolt back to consciousness.

“Hockey practice!” Charles almost shouted, pulling out of you at the same time Mike did. He quickly pushed your legs back together with a grin; “Keep all that inside”

You watched as they both rolled/fell off the bed, pulling their sweats/pyjama’s up over their asses;

“You’re both going?”

Charles was already out of the room, Mike stopping at the doorway;

“It's the final practice session before we take on the engineering faculty, coach Syverson will have our balls if we’re late”

With a sigh you lay flat on your back, moments later seeing both your boys running for the door with the kit bags swung over their shoulders. The slam of the front door told you they had left the building, followed by the revving of Mike’s Subaru as he peeled out of the parking space outside your place.

Just then your phone rang, and as you glanced at the screen you smiled as the words ‘Sugar Daddy’ came on screen, answering as you lay back;

“Hi August”

“Well, you’ve had a fun morning, haven’t you?”

You glanced at the small security camera that sat on your desk, directly opposite the end of your bed;

“Did you enjoy the show?”

August let out a small grunt;

“Very much so. Show me what they did to you…” Propping yourself up on your pillows you opened your legs wide, the feeling of two loads of cum pooling at your used hole before sliding out and pouring down your ass; “You can squeeze some more out my little slut”

“Auggie, i can’t… i’m sore”

“You don’t need to put anything inside, rub that clit and push them out”

As your older man watched through the camera, you rubbed your clit, pulling another orgasm out of you and you felt thick globs of cum pour from your battered pussy. When you went limp on the bed you heard his voice praising you;

“Did so well my little slut. Wasn’t sure you had it in you to take two dicks at once, but know that i know that i have a friend who i’ll bring to our next date night”

“Really? Is he as big as you?”

August knew you weren’t talking about height or body type;

“You’ll be pleased with what Walter has to offer” he chuckled down the line; “Now get some rest, you’ve had three dicks in you in the last 24 hours in one way or another, time to rest that pussy so you’re not still distracted for class on Monday”

“Yes Sir” you saluted to the camera, before pushing your cum soaked fingers into your mouth to lick them clean.

You heard a sigh down the line;

“You are a wicked young woman”

#charles brandon x reader #charles brandon smut #mikey x reader #mike hellraiser x reader #henry cavill #mike hellraiser smut

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keanureevesisbae · 2 years

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smut/18+ = ✧ | fluff = ❀

| multi chaptered fics |

↳˗ˏˋhenry cavillˊˎ˗ ↴

so henry, you want to start a youtube channel : famous actor henry cavill falls for the very successful youtuber sandy choi

mister cavill, your dog is kinda fat : actor henry cavill meets olivia tran and her daughter vanessa under interesting circumstances.

the alluring charm of henry cavill : henry cavill participates in a reality show, where he gets to know rom com queen adelaide park a bit better.

coach cavill : when a new judo coach arrives in luna meadows, all the mothers are ready to risk it all for him, including amelia jung.

sugar sugar : first time sugar baby becky kim meets first time sugar daddy henry cavill.

it's a funny story : when their twin daughters ask about how they met, henry cavill and his wife natalie lee-bennett take a trip down memory lane.

ever after boutique : frankee jane newhouse loves her job, but hates one thing about it and that is the boss mister henry cavill.

stewardess chronicles : stewardess alice matsuda meets pilot henry cavill and naturally she falls for him.

↳˗ˏˋwalter marshallˊˎ˗ ↴

but professor : penny townsend isn't too sure about a lot of things, but one thing she's sure about: her feelings towards her professor marshall.

↳˗ˏˋcaptain syversonˊˎ˗ ↴

it all started in san antonio : rosemary hill swore she'd never fall for another military man again, but then captain syverson steps into her life.

oblivious : captain syverson suddenly becomes the guardian of his three nieces and on top of that, his insufferable neighbor ivy sullivan barges into his life as well.

tales of love : vision impaired syverson and molly sweet slowly but surely become a couple and axel the guide dog has his opinion about it.

↳˗ˏˋaugust walkerˊˎ˗ ↴

protection : cia agent august walker newest assignment is keeping an eye on star soccer player mia makaruku (on hiatus)

chasing nostalgia : august walker recognizes someone in a very interesting video and the life he thought he left behind is now closer than ever.

endeavors : august is teaching his roommate how to enjoy sex.

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| tiny series |

↳˗ˏˋhenry cavillˊˎ˗ ↴

spring break baby ✧

confession ✧

three's a crowd ✧

↳˗ˏˋwalter marshallˊˎ˗ ↴

study motivation ✧

car trouble ✧

backstage fun ✧

↳˗ˏˋcaptain syversonˊˎ˗ ↴

sy and his idol gf ❀

↳˗ˏˋaugust walkerˊˎ˗ ↴

a-babygirl-in-august ✧

christmas tree ❀

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| drabbles |

↳˗ˏˋhenry cavillˊˎ˗ ↴

daddy henry cavill ✧

laundry day ✧

the assignment ✧

happy birthday ❀

who is wonderfulmiracles irl? ❀

the third date ❀

she probably can't eat that ❀

seven minutes in heaven ❀

a voice like an angel ❀

↳˗ˏˋwalter marshallˊˎ˗ ↴

made out of porcelain ✧

ice cream ✧

dirty december ✧

the first day of winter ❀

reading is kinda fun ❀

your honor, i fucked my client ✧

sensitive walter ✧

↳˗ˏˋcaptain syversonˊˎ˗ ↴

call me daddy ✧

heat wave ✧

a national treasure: oliebollen ❀

i lost my puppy ❀

from meet cute to something else ❀

out and about ✧

just one more ✧

enough ❀

↳˗ˏˋaugust walkerˊˎ˗ ↴

club owner august walker ✧

back home ✧

mrs. walker ✧

family life ❀

bratty behavior ✧

naked wednesday ✧

daddy, i've been a bad girl ✧

some things never change ✧

august, you can't cook ❀

interesting purchase ✧

a day in the life ✧

a day in the life pt. 2 ✧

a foreign concept ✧

my girls ❀

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#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fandom #asian ofc #captain syverson #walter marshall #august walker #henry cavill masterlist #keanureevesisbae

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capncassas · 2 years

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Pornstache | P. 11 Finale

Pornstache Master List

Word count: 6.2K

A word, before you get into the FINAL chapter of Pornstache. This story started because of a sweet friend I made here on tumblr. I did my best to include some of her favorite things and, some of mine as well. The whole reason the inmates got together to read this story is because it was her brain child and she requested a story of August Walker as a prison guard. I’m so happy that I obliged. I had a blast exploring this story and the end is… ah, you’ll see.

Thank you all for the encouragement and support. You are all amazing and I hope you enjoy.

WARING: 18+ Minors Do Not Interact, this chapter is absolutely NOT suitable for work.

Mentions: Adult Language, Praise Kink, P n V sex, Choking Kink, Spitting Kink, Slapping/Spanking Kink, HEADS UP WE GOTTA SQUIRTER, Dirty Talk – if I missed anything, let me know and I’ll add it in afterward.

If you ever want to be added to my Henry Cavill tag list, always let me know. I am SO happy to add anyone whose of age. If I catch any minors around, I’ll block the crap outta you.

Alright ya’ll, let’s get into the story and one last time, thank you for following along.

The Inmates:

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Once you were in the elements again, you were made more grateful for the change of shoes and socks as August escorted you back to the SUV. He was quiet, and if he was afraid, he didn’t show it. You couldn’t trust the CIA. August made that much certain, but could you him? August had a secret identity, John Larkin, which made no sense. Wouldn’t the CIA know about that, being as their entire purpose was to gather intelligence, but they didn’t even know that one of their Agents had a secret identity?

As August got into the driver's seat again, he carefully pulled out of the space. His posture was relaxed, as if this he was on a Sunday drive through town.

August had explained the whole plan. There was no way that you could trade in the car you were in. It was likely that whoever the leak was could track your location using it, so you weren’t out of the woods yet. You need a new ride, one that August knew for sure wouldn’t have a GPS tracking device installed by the government. Now days all vehicles came with a standard GPS system but it was nothing like the technology the CIA had.

Coming to a stop at the intersection, instead of turning into the car dealership, August pulled into the gas station and parked at the back near the dumpsters again.

“I want you to stay here.”

You swallowed. He was leaving you here all alone. What if someone saw you, potentially recognized you from tv and called the police?

You didn’t know if they were looking for you, but you had the feeling they probably were. If someone could get inside the prison to attempt killing you, what were the chances there wasn’t someone else to take their place? You didn’t trust it and August saw as much on your face.

“I’ve been listening to the news all night. If they were going to report your escape, they would have done it already.”

That didn’t make you feel any safer.

August leaned across the console and popped the glove box open. The usual suspects were all inside, except for two things. One was a gun which August took a stuck into the back of his pants and another was an envelope.

Taking the envelope from inside the glove box, he presented you with a fifty-dollar bill from its interior.

“Go into the gas station, get yourself some food, a coffee, pop. Whatever. Waste some time in there, spend a few bucks and then come back to the SUV. When I’m finished at the car dealership, I’ll come and collect you. Just act normal. You’re not an escaped convict, your just on your lunch break killing some time before you go back to work. Ok?”

Maybe it was years of working with CIA and learning facial cues, or you were just that easy to read. August folded the bill in his hand, before his fingers caught your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“YN, I will not let anything happen to you.”

“You promise?”

You did not know what possessed you to ask him, but it was out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. You always prided yourself on not needing anyone, regardless that having someone to lean on was part of your most intimate fantasies. From a young age, you learned that the only person you could depend on was yourself. No promises made; no promises broken. Sometimes, it wasn’t a lack of compassion or sympathy, but people had their own problems and they were too busy to drop everything to help someone. You needed to be dependent because you didn’t know any other way to live.

His thumb and pointed fingers caressed your chin and in the most confident tone, he said, “I promise.”

His eyes said it all if you didn’t believe your ears. August Walker would not put you in any more danger than you were already in. He would keep you safe until all this was over. As something else lingered in his deep blue eyes, you tried to place it but he was already turning to exist the vehicle.

Cold air hit you in the face as you leaned back in your seat. The sudden silence inside the vehicle made your stomach drop, and you had to fight not to have a panic attack as you looked out the window, watching August walk through the parking lot and then stop at the sidewalk. He looked both ways before crossing the street and you couldn’t stop the sudden urge to rush to him and beg him not to go.

Maybe it was everything from the last twenty-four hours, but you had the silliest notion that if he got to that car dealership, maybe you would never see him again.

What if all this was just a rouse and August was going to call the police once he reached the dealership? But then, what he’d said rang clear in your mind again.

He was asking you to trust him and you had no other choice.

It took a few minutes of heavy breathing before you reached over the center console and took the keys out of the ignition before sliding them into your pocket and opening the car door. You would do what August told you–no matter what your heart said, you couldn’t trust that organ. It had already gotten you into enough trouble. You listened to your gut. August told you to go inside and waste time, so that was what you would do.

On shaky legs, you entered the gas station. A cursory glance toward the registers told you that the attendants weren’t reaching for their cell phones or watching you like a hawk does a field mouse. They were waiting on customers, paying you little to no mind at all.

Slipping toward the back where the coolers were, you tried to force yourself to look casual. The fifty dollars August left you was crushed in your palm inside your jacket pocket as you looked at the drinks. Nothing was appetizing. You were too anxious, but you knew you needed to hydrate, and you also needed to keep your strength up. What if you and August needed to run from someone on foot?

As you walked around the aisle, you began a small collection. Peanut butter crackers, a Payday candy bar, a Hershey’s with almonds. A single serve sleeve of Oreos and Ritz crackers. You got yourself an iced coffee from the machine–even though it wasn’t really iced coffee. It was more like a milk shake disguised in coffee flavored ice cream. Fuck it. You’d been in prison. You deserved this goddamn bit.

On a whim, you got an apple, a banana and a bottle of water too.

Sliding up to the counter, you dumped the contents onto the counter clumsily and didn’t look the cashier in the eye while they rang you up, but you were watching them, regardless. The woman never looked up at you, not even when she rattled off the total and needed to use one of the counter fit markers on the fifty-dollar bill.

You collected your change and stuffed it in your pocket before grabbing the sack and your ice cream coffee and hurried back outside to the SUV.

You couldn’t see August from across the street and fear tried to gurgle up in your stomach under the guise of stomach acid.

Instead of getting in the passenger seat, you climbed into the driver's seat and angled yourself to look out toward the dealership. You weren’t even aware you’d eaten all the peanut butter crackers until your fingers bumped your teeth. You’d eaten a hearty dinner last night, but it was nearing mid-day now. The unforeseen pitfalls of prison life were the system had reprogrammed your stomach with a routine of its own. You were used to eating at a certain time, three times a day, and a meal of peanut butter crackers, a banana, and iced coffee were the first things to hit your stomach.

Perhaps there was something to being hungry because as your stomach filled up and you drank some of the water, you felt a little better when a black Ford Explorer pulled into the space behind you.

It was August.

The entire exchange had taken thirty minutes at the most as you pushed the driver's side door open and hopped out.

“Toss the keys in the dumpster over there.”

August instructed you from the passenger window.

You nodded, hurrying over, and tossing the keys to the SUV inside before hurrying back to the Ford and climbed inside.

“Did…everything go, okay?”

He had the car, but who knew? Was August confident enough to just steal a car at gunpoint and then casually drive across the street to pick up his cohort? Maybe, but his smile told you yes.

“I told you, it’s going to be fine. Now, we need to get as far away from this area as we can. I don’t know who might track us and I’d rather not be here when they put boots to the pavement.”

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No matter how many times you offered, August wouldn’t let you drive. Insisting that he was fine for a few more hours, and then a few more hours turned into all day. You didn’t know how he did it, keeping himself awake–staying finely tuned on the road.

You hated road trips, even as a kid. It wasn’t anything to do with getting sick; it was that your ass went numb and no matter what, you eventually always fell asleep because of boredom.

The sun disappeared and soon the interior of the car was lit by the dim glow of the console lights. The dashboard clock said it was nine pm when August stretched his back and flicked his blinker to get off the interstate.

A string of motels lined the off ramp, and he pulled into the second one, a Days Inn.

“How about some room service and a shower?”

August looked at you, a tired, bemused smile on his lips as he pulled into an empty parking space.

Food, a hot shower, a bed that wasn’t a cot? It sounded like a dream come true. You felt exhausted, bone weary tired considering you literally did nothing. August wouldn’t even let you drive.

“It sounds great to me, but I know you’ve got to be absolutely exhausted. Tomorrow, please, let me take turns driving for a few hours.”

You were almost begging him.

It didn’t feel right allowing August to shoulder all of this. There was literally nothing else you could do. If he let you drive for a few hours, maybe that might help your feelings. It was a sin almost, the way you held so much guilt and shame. It made you feel useless, as if you were not good for anything in this endeavor.

August tilted his head toward you, his eyes shielded. “I’ll think about it.”

You let out an exasperated sigh as you got out of the car and stretched, twisting, and turning as the joints popped back into their appropriate alignment.

“That sounds painful.”

You glanced back at August, unaware that he was standing so close.

“It’s fine.” You said.

He’d let out a long, breathy grunt after getting out of the car. He was larger than you and his legs were much longer as well. Surely, he didn’t enjoy sitting like that for hours.

“It’s you I’m worried about.”

You commented offhandedly as the two of you walked, both a little stiff legged, toward the canopy that hung over the hotels entry way.

“I’m used to it.”

He grabbed the door and held it open for you and you scurried inside. You were almost certain you were somewhere in Tennessee, but you could have been mistaken. At some point, all the signs blended and who knew how far August had driven while you were nodding off in the passenger seat.

“Looking the way you look?” You asked. Of course, the look of skepticism was easily read all over your face as you gave him a once over. “I highly doubt that.”

August’s chest puffed out proudly.

“You would be surprised by the amount of loafing around there is involved in my work. More than half the field agents I work with look like the Pillsbury doughboy. I’m just holding off my impending heart attack by forcing myself to the gym.”

August handled checking in. Of course, you overheard the arrangement. A man and a woman checking into a motel. Right now, you and August were under aliases as husband and wife. You would be sleeping in the same bed.

At this point, you were too tired to care if August slept in the same bed as you. All you wanted was an end to this nightmare and if bunking down with a hunky CIA agent was what got the job done, then you were happy to oblige.

Two keycards were issued and you slipped one into the pocket of your jacket while you and August went up the elevator.

“What do you want to eat?”

He was looking at the menu the second the two of you reached the room and you were in the bathroom. You’d been holding your bladder for hours and the closeness and possibly made you feel a little too comfortable as you spoke through the slit in the bathroom door.

“Anything, honestly. I’m not picky.”

You were starving, your stomach made some incredibly unladylike noises and had been for the last several hours as you began to strip out of your clothes, carefully hanging them up on the towel rod because you didn’t have anything else to change into. You threw away your scrubs at the gas station and you wouldn’t have wanted to put them back on anyway. Instead, you would just sleep in your clothes.

The shower did wonders for your spirits. Beneath the hot, weak spray – which you were used to in prison – you could actually see a way out of this.

August reasoned that by tomorrow or possibly the next day, the two of you would have made it to his home in Wyoming and from there, he could start gathering intelligence against Ransom and whom ever he was paying off at the CIA but it was still too soon to bring someone from the higher ups in, August needed to know every facet of this operation before he contacted the bureau. One day, and hopefully soon, you would be safe from Ransom, August wouldn’t be in hiding, and both of you could go about your lives.

You could already smell the food when you stepped out of the shower and dried off, noticing for the first time that there were robes hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Suddenly, your night just got one hundred percent better. You didn’t have to sleep in your jeans.

Sliding it over your arms, you finished drying your hair with the towel and slowly made your way out of the bathroom. August was sitting on the side of the bed, drinking something from a Styrofoam cup. It looked to be a dark soda. “What did you get?”

A bizarre kind of excitement rippled up your backbone, making sure your robe was securely closed as you sat down on the side of the bed with him.

“Ordered something called a southwest chicken salad, burgers, fries and Dr. Pepper.” August said.

It sounded like heaven.

You and August tucked into your meal, sharing the salad between the two of you and demolishing the burgers and fries before eventually situating yourselves against the pillows.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this full.” You said. Satisfied.

Moaning, you looked up at the ceiling as you clasped your hands over your belly.

One of your legs was half out of your robe and for right now, you couldn't care less. You were sitting in a comfortable bed; in the plushiest robe you'd ever felt in your life and your stomach was full after starving nearly all day long.

He looked at your legs, but you missed the dark shift in August's eyes. You released a content sigh, causing your breasts to swell inside the white terrycloth robe.

"I'm going to shower." He said. The even keel of his tone didn’t tip you off that there was anything you had done to him, but the tension in his jeans spoke volumes that went unnoticed.

August got up, clearing away the food containers and as soon as he was in the bathroom, you pulled the covers down from your side of the king-size bed and smuggled down, stretching your legs with a small moan of satisfaction.

Your brain said now would be a great time to put the television on. It had been so long since you fell asleep to the quiet drone of the television in your bedroom at your apartment. But you were far too tired. Instead, you rolled onto your side, nuzzling your face into the pillow with a small yawn. You were asleep before you even heard the shower start in the bathroom.

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Darkness filled the room except for the bluish glow of the tv on its stand at the foot of the bed, but that wasn't what woke you. It was a bone-deep chill that made you shiver as your feet and toes felt like they were made of chunks of ice. August must have turned the heat down in the room when he got into bed. Turning slowly, he was lying on his back, shirtless; the sheet pushed just below his navel. Even in this sparse lighting, you could see the muscles of his abs standing out in sharp contrast, the thick warm blanket of chest hair that grew only slightly thinner down his abs.

One arm was stretched above his head as you tried to turn over, thinking perhaps if you curled up again, you would warm back up since in your sleep you turned onto your stomach. With a grunt, the robe was getting tangled, and you were trying to fix yourself when you sensed eyes on you and you looked up to find August, sleepy eyed and staring at you and the entire top of the robe was wide open, your breasts completely on display.

Fire hit you from your face to your core, having August's dark hooded eyes devouring your breasts.

"What are you wiggling around so much for, little bird?" August asked you.

His tone dropped, deep and husky as his arm shifted from above his head and you watched his bicep flex as he sat up on it.

"I... got cold and then my robe was twisted." You said.

You swallowed hard, pupils blown in the darkness, but it wasn't the light that caused your pupils to swell and dilate. It was him. August gripped the sheet bunched at his waist, moving it as he turned and you caught a glimpse of the dark fathoms beneath the blanket and knew he wasn't wearing anything in the bed as his large frame closed the distance between you quicker than he should have been able to.

"You don't look cold to me," he whispered, a kisses whisper away from your lips.

He was so close and you could still smell the remaining cologne that clung to him like a second skin.

“You look, mouthwatering.”

The pace of your breathing sped up as he drew even closer. Without much thought in the action, your hand moved from beneath you, coiling into the thick tousled curls at the back of his head intent to pull him in when his lips came crashing down against yours in a hard demanding kiss.

Warm honey flooded your senses as his lips tasted yours and he swept the belt of your robe away in a quick motion as you caressed his bare, sinewy shoulder, the muscles beneath the skin rippling beneath your touch before his fingers coiled around your wrist and pushed it down into the mattress beside your head as his tongue swept past the gateway of your lips and filled your mouth.

A moan reverberated from your throat as August pulled your robe open and his knuckles skimmed over your abdomen before nudging your thighs apart and the fire struck your core again as his fingers teased your sex, stroking your folds. He tilted his head, allowing him better access to your mouth, and your tongues massaged against the others before you suckled his own and a jolt ran up your spine, his fingers sliding through the dew of your folds. Reaching the silky sheen of moisture collecting and running his fingertip over your entrance properly lubricating the heat as he brought it up to your clit and added a pressurized swirl around the swelling jewel.

Your breath hitched, a sharp pitch erupting from your throat. Your body tense with anticipation and then suddenly turning to jelly as his finger ran up and down the hood of your clit, your muscles loosening as if you had just sunk into a hot bath only to be simultaneously replaced by a tremble in your knees and thighs.

Months had passed since you were with Ransom, and the same could be said since you’d touched yourself. You had a strong imagination, but not even those vivid images were enough to block out the lack of privacy where you were. You didn’t mean to, but your brain tingled only seconds before your muscles squeezed nothing, pushed over the edge of resistance by his finger on your clit. August broke your kiss, mirth shimmering in his dark eyes realizing what he’d done to you and your cheeks burned with embarrassment.

“That easy, huh?”

He was still smirking as he moved his body between your thighs and the prick and burn of whiskery kisses traced your jaw while you were reeling from the quick, sharp orgasm that swelled in your stomach. He wasn’t stopping, and his tongue laved over your nipples before his fingers came to snap them between his thumb and the side of his index finger. It was sharp, almost painful, but the pain was replaced by something secondary and stronger. The tingle was dizzying as his palm suddenly came down, slipping your tit. August eyes glowing in the dark as the flesh wobbled and fell firmly back in place with a pink outline of his palm.

For longer than a few seconds, you couldn’t breathe. You’d never been struck – not in the way August just did, confusion reigned supreme. You didn’t think you would have liked that.

“Do it again.” You said.

You begged him, squirming unable to control yourself as your bottom lip trembled.

“Please, August…do it again.”

You were panting hard as his fangs gleamed in the streetlamps that streamed into the room through the sheer curtains.

He caught both of your wrists in his hand, stretching them above your head before his palm came down in a hard sharp clap that rang in your ears as much as the sting throbbed on your skin and you cried out. You were straining against his vice hold on you. You weren’t going anywhere, but it meant nothing to your body, you weren’t in control of it anymore as tears rippled to the brim of your lashes, warm and then cooling in a painful contrast that you were aware of everything happening to your body.

He was enjoying this, watching you squirm beneath them, your aching cunt searching for friction until he ran his thigh between your legs as you arched into it. Your back coming up off the bed as he rained down a torrent of sharp hits to your breasts, alternating until you were panting and hyperventilating beneath them.

The haze that filled your mind was screaming for one thing, try as you might to get the words out, only cries of pure bliss would come, wordless to your lips. Every muscle in your body was vibrating, almost levitating you off the bed.

Your face was aflame, redness seeping to the flesh of your cheeks as your eyes sprang open, lashes matted in tears as you panting. It didn’t matter how hard your back arched, squirming to get closer to him as you scrubbed your pussy against his thigh and you realized, he was laughing, quietly to himself before all the humor left his eyes and his palm struck your cheek, not as hard as the way he’d slapped your breasts but enough to sting before his fingers dug into your cheeks as he held your face still.

“Tell me what you want me to do to this tight little body, you fucking slut.” He said.

Growling as he glared down at you. You shivered, your hips twisting and turning beneath him as your feet scrambled for purchase against the sheets, your mouth falling open in a perfect O to release the pressure on your jaw where he held your face before spit shot hard and fast from his lips, landing on your lips and inside of your mouth.

A cry of desperation erupting as your head rocked back against the pillows, burying the crown of your head into the pillow.

Your body was betraying you in so many delicious ways that you'd only imagined in the very darkest corners of your imagination. You hardly had a second to think as a strangled whimper passed your hungry lips.

August was unraveling your deepest desires in one swift go.

"Fuck me."

You were begging him. You didn't think you could stand it a second longer if he wasn't inside you.

"Please..."

His fingers released your jaw. Another sharp, stinging slap struck your cheek, and you nearly convulsed with the throbbing heat that his hand left on your cheek, but it didn't stop there. It wasn't possible that he wasn't inside you and your pussy clamped down, heat flooding your abdomen as your hips frantically squirmed against him, grinding your slick cunt on his thigh. Those soft little hairs that covered his well muscled thigh adding another level of friction to sate your desire - but only by minor measures. You were desperate for more. Your nipples were hard and aching, as his grip on your wrists above your head never wavered. Instead, his assault continued. August alternated between your breasts and your cheeks. A little tap would come, then a much harsher smack would redden your breasts further.

"That's right, desperate cock hungry little whore. Grind your pussy on my thigh, little bird."

You were nearing the brink of tears, feeling the moisture slid over your temples. He kept taking you to the cusp and then he would move his thigh and watch you try to reach him again. You were so wet and your cunt felt swollen as you looked down at your bodies and saw his cock.

Long and thick, he was totally engorged, standing proudly, bobbing against his toned abs whenever you tried to get loose, to pull him close. Your thighs shivered, covered in a sheen of moisture.

"Go on then, show me how much you want it."

August's voice was nothing but a harsh gravel like a growl as he held you in place, one hand flattening on your abdomen, restricting your movements even while you tried to reach him.

"Fuck!" you said. You were gasping for air as he kept you pinned, whimpering and whining like a desperate and starved puppy. "Please August... please, I need your cock stretching my fucking pussy. I want you to fucking pound my tight cunt with your fat cock. My pussy's throbbing so bad it hurts, please. Please."

Your voice resorting to a tiny, anguished moan that was barely higher than a whisper.

In an instant, he released you, sitting back as he grabbed his cock, stroking as his other hand moved from your stomach and gripped his balls, giving them a squeeze.

"Fuck."

August grunted under his breath.

"You want it so bad, come fucking ride my cock."

He shifted, moving back into the bed on his back, snapping his fingers at you. You scrambled, not hesitating another second as you sat up, your arms slipping out of the robe as you turned onto your knees, begging, and pleading under your breath. You didn't know how he would fit inside you, but you were desperate to have him filling you. As you climbed over him, straddling his broad hips, one hand found your hip helping to steady you while the other reached around and landed a stinging smack to your rear. Your back arched, whipping your soaked cunt over the thick length of his cock, dragging your clit on his shaft.

"Go on little bird, let's see if that aching little cunt of yours can take all of my cock."

August moved his hips and the hot bulb of his cock slotted against your entrance, another snap of his hips and the first three inches sunk into you, spearing you over his length. Not stopping, he pulled you down on him and the shaft of his cock only continued to stretch you to your limits in a delicious ache that made your skin break out in goosebumps.

Despite his urges for you to do – he was the one in control, a clever kind of manipulation as he pressed his hips up and effectively burying himself to the hilt inside you as you gasped, legs trembling as your hand pressed flat against your stomach, the way he filled you making you feel drunk off a haze of lust now that he was snuggly filling your tight wanton hole.

“Full, little bird? Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You managed a tormented nod as you rolled your hips forward and ground your clit against his pelvis only for his fingertips on your hips to dig into the flesh, knowing they would leave bruises like the ones you’d be carrying on your breasts and raw patches on your cheeks.

Soon, you were both moving in rhythm together, your palms flattening on his lower abdomen, each time you tried to speed up his hands would stop you or a hard slap to your breasts or ass would slow you down. Your walls fluttering around his cock.

“August…please?”

You swallowed a lump in your throat the third time he stopped you from chasing your orgasm.

“What’s the hurry, hm?”

One of his brows arching up as the first light of dawn broke in through the window, casting your hotel in a wash of golden rays, turning your bodies orange and sunbathed.

Smirking up at you, August’s hand moved from your hip, locking around your throat as the other hand grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you down an inch from his face.

“Open wide.”

You couldn’t help but obey as he rolled his hips, churning his cock inside your clenching walls. Spit flying against your tongue had you catching your breath as you grabbed his shoulders as he started bouncing you on his cock.

“Put your hands behind you back, hands on your ass and don’t you fucking move them or I’ll keep edging you until your screaming for me to let you cum.”

You automatically obeyed, as if you’d following his orders all your life. Your arms moving behind your back, holding onto your ass cheeks as he pulled you down until you face was against his neck, then he began to punishing pace.

The frantic sound of his hips clashing, the hard steady speed of skin clapping against one another sent you into piercing cries of pleasure. His hand at your throat tightening, his thumb squeezing with his middle and ring finger against your windpipe, cutting your oxygen levels. He felt every time your limbs would grow weaker for the need for oxygen but you didn’t fight him, instead allowing the waves to wash over you and then, his grip would slack, low growling purrs of his voice in your ear telling you to breath and his thrusts would slow to an agonizing pace. He brought you to the edge time and time again. His demands becoming praise.

“That’s my girl, so fucking obedient. Keep your hands behind your back, little bird. Don’t move. That’s right, sit pretty just like that and take my cock. Good girl.”

You were on the brink of crumbling as he purred into your ear before his smeared his lips across your cheek, taking your lips quickly, his arms suddenly locking around your back and you were on your back and August was on his knees, looming over you as he grabbed the back of your knees and hauled you up to him. His hand held your hip as he turned you halfway onto your side, angling you legs just the way he wanted them before he began to hammer into you, his other hand seeking out your clit.

“Good girl… good fucking girl.”

Sweat beaded on his forehead and chest, across his shoulders as your eyes rolled up, it hit like a hurricane, everything tingled as your toes curled up and your back arched, pushing your clit into his fingers that were rocketing over your tender bud. A tight knot forming in the bottom of your stomach when you screamed out.

Your cunt gushing suddenly as you spasmed, ejaculating over him like a faucet, squirting all over his cock as he let out a roar, his cock swelling inside you as thick jets of cum emptied within your devastated walls, painting them white with his seed.

When it stopped, you didn’t know, slowly coming to with August moving over you, brushing the sweat streaking pieces of damp hair away from your face, his lips tracing over the raw, red patches of your cheeks, his hands soothing your temple as you kissed and kissed. For a long time, all you were aware of were his lips, his hands, and the praise pouring from his lips like a prayer.

“Such a good girl, you took me so well, little bird. My good girl.”

That last part was growled, a sense of absolute possession cemented in them, yes. You were his.

“Hullooooo! Yn! Earth to YN!”

You snapped forward, startled. Your thighs were clenching together hard, the bright sunshine blinding you, your cup of yogurt felt too warm in your hands from holding it, transported into a different reality of your daydream.

“W-what?” You asked, confused.

You ran your tongue over your lips again, still tasting sweet from the last bite of strawberry yogurt you’d taken.

You weren’t in a hotel with special agent August Walker, you were sitting by the window in the breakroom of your bank job. You were just a simple teller to the good people of [YN’s town].

“Girl, you were completely zoned out.”

Your coworker giggled softly.

“August is staring at you again.” She said.

You swallowed hard, glancing at the doorway into the little kitchenette were the banks one and only security guard had come in to refill his coffee thermos.

These daydreams were getting worse and worse. The time before you were a Russian Spy and August was your target. You shook your head softly.

“Would you excuse me for a second, Candace? I… I need to do something.”

You had to put a stop to this once and for all. You couldn’t afford to lose your job just because you were mooning over the beefy security guard that was hired a few months ago to take over after the old one finally retired. You didn’t think old Ron even knew how to fire a gun much less stop a robbery in progress.

As you approached, August glanced back at you over his shoulder, like he could sense you coming and turned to offer you an almost shy – yet hopeful smile.

“Miss YN, it’s a beautiful day…don’t you think?” He smiled, showing off his fangs.

“It is.”

You nodded, glancing away as you bit into your bottom lip, maybe this was stupid. He was so handsome; would he really be interested in you?

Candance had her suspicions, and as unhelpful as it was – because your brain instantly went into fantasy mode, she always leaned over whispering that August was looking at you.

“So, I,”

“I was,”

You and August began at the same time and you laughed nervously.

“Please, you go first.” August said.

You took a deep breath and let it out, trying to remain calm even though your panties were soaked from your last trip to the twilight zone. You couldn’t believe you were doing this, but at some point, in your miserably life, you needed to take a chance.

“Mr. Walker, would you like to go out to dinner with me? I… I know it’s a little unorthodox, a woman asking a man out – but well, sometimes you need to be proactive.”

August’s smile turned into a million watts.

“I… like unorthodox.”

Beneath his beard, his cheeks tinted pink as did yours.

“Yes. I’d like to go out.”

You felt dizzy with joy as you exchanged numbers, set to talk over plans outside of work for some night next week.

#mi: fallout #Pornstache #Final Chapter #Henry Cavill #henry cavill as august walker #August Walker Fanfiction #August Walker x You #August Walker x You Fanfiction #Reader Imagine #Dom!August

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Thump–Thump–Thump

It was the first night of your performance, and your heart anxiously hammered against your chest. For weeks, you practiced your routine, planned your outfit, and selected the song you would use. As you peaked through the curtains to take a look, you saw how packed it was tonight. “It’s time, sweetie," the owner, Beatrice, of the Kitty Écarlate club said to you.

You took center stage as two of your coworkers stood behind you.

The purple velvet curtain opened, and Marilyn Monroe's "I wanna be loved by you” began to play. Adrenaline ran through your veins as you felt the bright spotlight come over you, and you forgot why you were nervous in the first place. On stage, you exuded a confidence that you had never felt before.

Henry’s eyes lifted to the stage as the spotlight hit you, your body seductively moving in tune with the song as you sang along. He placed his glass of whiskey down, and fascination filled him as he took notice of your look in detail. You had your hair styled in curls inspired by the forties and a simple makeup look that made you glow, consisting of a red lip, followed by a beauty mark underneath your eye on your left cheek, and some shimmer on your cheekbones. The curves that you displayed did not go unnoticed by him; in fact, he wanted to see more and trace them.

Teasing the audience to see a portion of your breast, you delicately dragged one feathered fan down the length of your arm. At the lyric, "I couldn’t aspire to anything higher than to fill the desire to make you my own!” The other one was pulled away by one of your backup dancers, and you looked back at the crowd with a surprised expression as you quickly covered the rest of your body.

As part of your performance, you strolled through the audience, interacting with every customer. Henry couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you made your way around the room, up until you were right in front of him. You looked at the slightly older man in front of you; his hair and beard held specks of silver.

Carelessly, to the tune of "I Wanna Be Kissed by You, Alone!" by Marilyn, you bent over as though you were going to give him a kiss and met his blue eyes, which had a tiny bit of brown in the left. And as you started to back away to return to the stage, he looked after you with longing.

At the end of the song, the last feather fan was pulled away, and both of your back-up dancers covered the front of your body as they shook the feather fans by their sides. When the curtain closed, your smile remained unwavering. With a broad smile and a silk robe, your boss ran over to you. "Sweetheart, you did a fantastic job; I’m so proud of you!”

All of the girls at the club showered you with love, and when you went back to your station in front of your mirror, there were a dozen flower bouquets and sweet little notes from all the girls that worked with you.

With a gleam and a playful smile on her face, Natasha hurried over to you and exclaimed, "A hot silver fox gave me this business card to give to you." And you turned to look at the back of the card, where the words, "I wish to meet with you. Call the number, HC," was written in cursive. When you turned it over to face forward, a number was displayed. That stranger, the attractive older man, was the first person that came to your mind.

Looking back at Natasha, “Is he still here?” you asked, and she shook her head, explaining that he left after she received the card from him. So you decided to keep it, but weren’t sure if you would call.

You couldn't stop staring at the number that night as your mind raced with images of him. You could still see the desire in his blue eyes as he looked back at you. Natasha's voice, urging you to phone him or else she would call on your behalf, lingered in the back of your mind as well.

A week later, as you pulled out your wallet to pay for your coffee, you spotted the card again. Although you’d forgotten, you dialed his number as soon as you picked up your coffee cup and sat down. At first, you assumed he wouldn't answer, but after a few rings, you heard "hello?" from the person speaking on the other end.

Immediately you perked up and said, "Hello, um." You tried not to seem stupid, but you failed, so you shook your head at yourself and carried on. "You wanted a call from me? At the club where I work, you gave your card to a friend of mine."

On the other end of the line, there was a moment of silence. “Yes, I would like to meet with you, if you’re interested.” Now it was your turn to take a moment of silence. “Yes, of course."

Feeling that you sounded overly eager, you smacked yourself. "When are you free?" Over the phone, his deep, husky voice warmed your body. "Tomorrow, I am." He agreed right away and texted you an address and code. "Open the gate using the code."

Feeling foolish for changing your clothes three times, you scoffed at yourself. Every time, you looked cute, but not exactly how you had hoped to look to see him. You left the house for what would turn out to be the most intriguing meeting of your life after finally deciding on an outfit that fit your style: a long-sleeved beige sweater with a black skirt and black stockings underneath, along with black heel boots and silver earrings.

To let him know you were on your way, you sent him a message. The trip from your place to his took thirty minutes. Nerves and excitement were all you could feel as you pulled up to his gate. The gate slowly opened when you entered the code, and when you pulled up and saw his house, you gasped.

To put it mildly, the home was stunning; it was both modern and classical in design. You immediately began to feel less. You drove a 2014 Toyota Corolla and lived in a studio apartment that you could barely afford. That's when you started questioning why this stranger would want to become acquainted with you at all.

Once your car was parked, you took a moment and mentally prepared yourself. After that, you got out of your car with confidence and knocked on his door three times. A woman who appeared to be a housekeeper answered the door and greeted you warmly inside. "It will only take a moment to notify Mr. Cavill of your arrival."

As she left, fidgeting with your hands, you glanced at what little you could see of the inside of his home. It didn't take long for you to hear footfall on the hardwood floors. You turned quickly, and for the first time in a week, you saw the handsome stranger you had initially encountered.

As he motioned for you to follow him, saying, "This way," you took notice of his navy tailored suit that fit him perfectly.

After following him up some stairs, you came to a patio overlooking his backyard. Beautiful flowers that were well-kept and trimmed surrounded a lovely garden.

"Here, kindly have a seat." When you looked back, you saw that he had pulled out a chair for you. Once you took a seat, he moved around the table to take a seat across from you. "Ever since I saw you at the burlesque show, I have been captivated by you," he declared. "Which is why I'm making you an offer, which I hope you'll accept." You recognized the document that slid in front of you as a contract.

Staring back at him confused, he said, "It's an arrangement, a paid relationship.” He then continued, “If you'd like, we can conduct formal introductions, but it's okay if not. I would need specific information about the costs you may be facing or require assistance with. We will also decide on your monthly payment amount for the aforementioned bills as well as any purchases you would like to make for yourself.” You understood what he said. "So, basically, you want to be my sugar daddy?"

He gave a little laugh and nodded his head. "Yes, to put it in simpler terms."

This arrangement could help you in more ways than one. You had student loans to pay off, and you wouldn’t be late on your rent any longer. Not to mention, he would spend money on you himself. And you enjoyed his company thus far.

“You may give it some thought.”

But you had already made your decision as you reached your hand across the table for him to shake and formally introduced yourself to him. A smile was returned to you. "Henry,” he said as he shook your hand. His hand was smooth and hefty, with long, tapering fingers. You could see how strong he was from the veins in his hand, which made you melt.

“Shall we get started?” He asked, and you nodded your head with a nervous smile at his question.

The rest of the morning was filled with questions about how much you pay on your monthly bills and what type you have. Indicating if any sexual activities will be included and agreeing on how much you’ll get paid and what days of the week you are free. Henry further proclaimed that you should never be afraid to ask for additional money.

Afterward, the both of you fell into natural comfortability—the kind of people who have known each other for years, not strangers that are just meeting officially, asking small questions to learn a bit about each other.

The time flew by in an instant, it seemed. Neither of you noticed it was noon until your stomach rumbled in front of him, and you apologized while becoming embarrassed.

"Don't apologize; we should eat." Henry took a look at his watch and saw it was around twelve. His laugh was full of warmth and life, as he requested some food be brought to the table.

Like a gentleman, he escorted you back to your car after lunch and opened the door for you. “I’d like to take you out for dinner on Thursday at 6.”

“What is the dress code?” you jokingly asked. "Dress however you please; I will never advise you on what is appropriate or inappropriate," he said as you got in the car, closing the door. The notion of seeing him again heated your body, and a faint flush crept into your cheeks.

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