#HENRY CAVILL

[sportsmusicsoapsmoviesfan]

[raewritesfiction]

Oh I love this!!!

ok i don’t know if this has been done before but what about groom!sy, garter toss and no panties (or like really nice lacey ones??)

i adore everything you do, kisses!💋

Summary: It's your wedding day with Sy and the big bull is nervous.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Reader (no mention of body type or ethnicity)

Words: 840

Warning: 18+, Minors DNI. Mostly fluff, implied smut, very light fingering.

*No permission is given to repost, translate or copy my work or parts of it.*

A/N: I am pretty sure lots of writers did Wedding!Day Sy :) but I'll take my pick at it. Not beta'd.

A Husband's Duty

Anxiety was an odd stranger to Captain Syverson. Forged in the scorching desert sand and iron, the sturdy man could count the times he experienced stress on one hand, and whenever he did feel mildly nervous, he dealt with it in the only way he knew best - punching something.

There was no punching anyone tonight, not even once his stress levels hit new records and a sheen coat of sweat cloaked his ridged brow. Surrounded by all these people, being in the spotlight and seeing you in that dress turned the strongest man you knew into a stammering, panting, head-scratching fool.

War was nothing compared to a wedding. Explicitly speaking - his own.

So Sy did the one thing he hoped would cool his nerve and downed a shot and then another and another, until his bowtie hung loosely around his neck and a great devilish smile slapped across his face.

"There she is!" He chimed, his strong hand wrapping around your waist and hauling you flushed against him.

"Sy!" A squeal left your throat as he squeezed you too tightly, but seeing the golden bliss on his face, you immediately chuckled and offered him the sweetest smile.

"You are my wife, now," he provoked and reached a hand to your nape in order to pull you into a fierce kiss, "I can do what I want."

"Is that so?" You teased and playfully smacked his wandering hand that threatened to grab one of your breasts.

The tunes of the hired band played an old country-rock song while a crowd of people inched closer and circled the two of you. Tipsy as he was, Sy's eyes gleamed with burning mischief, slowly he lowered to his knees, yet not before he pressed his bristly chin against your chest.

Right there, in front of everyone you knew, in front of the camera snapping shots, you allowed Syverson to venture down your body and descend to his knees. A familiar tingle of lust ran shivers through your spine while your gaze followed his movement in silent admiration.

Sy kept his ocean-blue stare upon you, even while his hands slipped below the silky hem of your white dress to touch your body. You had to still a moan as his blazing hands smoothly roamed up your legs, although your shut eyes and the arch in your spine were enough to give it away.

"Woohoo! Big Sy!!!! Big Sy!!!" You heard the audience cheer for your new husband.

Encouraged by the crowd, Sy hiked the dress to your thighs, just enough to find the creamy piece of garter and slip a wandering finger below the strap.

"Hmm..." He lingered, and his eyes grew suddenly severe.

Another peal of shuddering quakes rummaged through your muscles; you recognised that look well; it was the same look he gave you whenever the desire stirred in his cock.

Sy lowered to plant a tender kiss above your knee, allowing one hand to travel further below your dress and feel your rear. Flames licked up your neck and cheeks, and your eyes widened at his with alarm while Sy simply grinned and crooked an eyebrow at the outrageous discovery -

You were completely bare below your dress.

The wicked smirk on his lips stretched further, causing his cheeks to round with joy at the delightful surprise. Discreetly, he drew his fingers to your petals and gathered the dew that formed between them with a tender stroke.

"Naughty kitten," he mouthed, only for you to see. His mouth ghosted over your skin, the fumes nearly driving you insane while at the same time his fingers continued to toy with your entrance. Glossy-eyed, you begged him with nothing but a glare, to which he chuckled and then sank his teeth to bite on the garter and began peeling it off.

The crowd chanted louder, clapping ecstatically at your display of public affection, unaware that while Syverson made a show of removing the belt, his fingers were stroking back and forth between your lips.

You did all you could to stifle any mewls of pleasure. For the first time in ever, you were thankful as Sy finally drew his touch from your hot little cavern. The moment the garter slipped past your ankle, the large man rose to his feet and with a roar of triumph, twisted the flimsy strap of garment around his index finger and threw it to the crowd.

"C'mere, kitten!"

Without any warning, he pulled you toward him once again and with ease flung you into his arms.

"Sy! Be careful!" You chuckled and wrapped your hands around his neck.

Love burnt on the Captain's stare, he heard not the cheers, nor the music that boomed within the room. In fact, he gave no care to anyone but the woman who was in his arms and had no shame and no anxiety as he opened his mouth to speak, "now I can't wait for everyone to fuck off, so I can perform my duties as a husband."

Credits:

I do not own Sand Castle or Captain Syverson

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[hotboyssstuff]

God… Henry Carvill It's so tasty... I just wanted one of these

[boypied]

𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?

𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜

HENRY CAVILL x M!READER

MDNI + FDNI, mature content ahead.

WARNINGS: work environment, unprotected anal sex, breeding kink, spanking, bondage kink, anal fingering.

SUMMARY: you're his new intern, and it didn't take long for him to take a liking to you. henry wanted you in ways that would get both of you fired, he knew that you would be hard to get... but henry always got what he wanted.

You gently knock on the large glass doors as you purposely make yourself known to him as you make your way inside. “Y-You wanted to see me?” You nervously stutter out as his dominant demeanour can be quite intimidating, especially since he is your boss and has quite the power over you.

Your eyes flicker up to meet with his, and the moment that happens, your heartbeat picks up, “Mr Cavill... Sir, did you n-need something?” You ask him in a gentle tone, trying to fill up the silence with some sound, but he remains quiet until he reaches his arm out and points to an empty seat opposite his desk that he is sitting behind.

You take the hint, and you immediately sit down, and he continues staring you down, completely intimidating you until a small yet dark smile grows on his face. “Call me Henry... Mr Cavill is too formal for me.” His quite manly features soften the moment he relaxes, and once those words leave his lips, his eyes locked with yours.

Henry stands up and steps away from his desk as he makes his way around it and over to you. He walks past you at an incredibly slow pace as he stands behind you and places either hand on your shoulders as he leans down closer to you and all that you can focus on is his hot breath against your neck. You gently bite at your lower lip as he begins talking.

“Is there anything you needed, sir... I mean Henry.” You repeat yourself again, but you slipped up and called him Sir instead of Henry, and you feel his grip tighten on your shoulders. “Did you listen to anything I say...tut tut tut.” he grunts out in your ear as he releases his grip from you and steps away coming up in front if you and gripping his belt.

Henry begins unbuckling his belt and just stares down at you with a smirk plastered across his face, “Listen... I'm not going to get you to do anything that you don't want to do, but by that look in your eye, it seems like you won't need much convincing.” he says in a dominant way as he pulls off his belt entirely and lets it drop to the floor.

Something just comes over you, like you've just lost control of your body as you immediately slide off the chair and onto your knees in front of him. Your hands slid up his leg and reached the hem of his trousers and slowly pulled them down, revealing his bulging cock, pushing against his underwear. Your eyes widen in shock as you take the sight in.

The thought of him being your boss and how wrong this is slowly disappears from your mind as you grip either side of his underwear and yanking it down letting his thick and long cock spring free. You gently wrap your hand around the tip, and you gently pull back his foreskin to reveal his pre-cum soaked tip, the weight of his cock in your hand was insane.

Your eyes flicker up to meet with his as he slowly begins to unbutton his shirt, revealing his hairy chest and his god-like body. “holy shit.” You mumble out to yourself as you maintain eye contact, but you lean forward and slowly rub the head of his cock against your lips, coating them in his pre-cum. Henry throws his head back from the sudden contact, and his hands reach behind him as he holds onto the desk.

You slowly open up your mouth, parting your lips as your tongue drops out, tasting his pre-cum. You run your tongue back and forward against his slit, getting a salty-like taste that sends shivers down your spine but your cock twitches in your underwear, pushing against your suit trousers.

Henry's hands wrap around the back of your head, and you gently feel his hands pushing on the back of your head, and you can tell that he wants you to deepthroat it so you do it. You push your head forward feeling his cock curve down your throat and your eyes flicker up to meet with his and you see his pecs pushing in and out as his eyes are closed.

Henry is enjoying every single moment of you deepthroating his cock, you continue doing this for a while until you feel his cock start twitching in your throat nearing his release so he pulls out and lifts you up. “I'm going to fuck you... so hard.” he mumbles through his gritted teeth as he practically tears your clothes off your body leaving you naked beneath his touch. Your eyes soften as you bite your lower lip.

Henry bends you over his desk and pulls your hands behind your back as he leans down and grabs his belt, typing up your hands. He spreads your cheeks open as he spits on your hole, lubing it up for himself. He wraps his hand around your mouth and pushes two fingers in, lubing them up as he brings them round and gently pushes them inside your hole.

“So fuckin' tight.” he grunts out through gritted teeth as he pushes past his knuckle and curles them inside of your hole, hitting your g-spot perfectly. He doesn't finger you for long, just doing it too make sure you're stretch enough that his fat cock stretching you won't hurt as much.

Henry pulls out and lines his spit soaked cock up with your tight hole and pushes himself inside whilst holding onto the belt that has restrained your wrists. “Such a....good. fucking. boy.” he grunts out as his thrusts speed up, becoming harder and rougher, and the sound of slapping echoes through his entire office, you push your face against the desk and bite down on your lower lip. “H-Henry!” You whimper.

Time passes on but Henry doesn't slow down, your cum soaked tip rubs against the desk into the puddle of cum that you shot out only moments prior and you finally hear those words that you've been dreaming of him saying, “I'm gonna fuckin' cum!” he yells out as his thrusts become rougher and sloppier as he shoots his thick ropes of cum inside of you.

You gasp out as you feel his cum flood your asshole, your eyes flutter back as you feel him continue pump his load deeper inside of you as he breeds your sloppy hole. He finally pulls out, and you quietly whimper at the feeling of emptiness. He doesn't say as words as he gets changed back into his clothes, and he covers you up in your clothes and carries you bridal style out of the office.

The office is pretty much empty, so no one really notices, as Henry takes you to his car and gently lays you down in the passenger seat as he gets in the drivers seat and he turns to smirk at you, “I hope your ready for round two.” he smirks as he starts the engine and starts driving away from the office.

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[weisect]

Henry Cavill as Geralt of Rivia ► THE WITCHER | 1.06 Rare Species

for @vortexoffate

[thedemonofcat]

It all began when someone put a contract out on Jaskier. Which—seriously—who does that? He’s just a bard.

Well… a bard who doesn’t age.

And one who has animals helping him with his chores.

Okay, so maybe “just a bard” is a bit of an understatement. But still, trying to have him killed? Incredibly rude.

Fortunately for Jaskier, the one who picks up the contract is Aiden—a witcher who, thankfully, has zero intention of actually going through with it.

Instead, Jaskier and Aiden decide to join forces to figure out who put a target on Jaskier’s back—and why.

Meanwhile, Geralt and Lambert are on their own mission: tracking down their mysteriously missing companions

[gazehaven]

[ladylaviniya]

AUGUST SAID “panties off” AND I SAID “how fast, Sir” LIKE?????? he really just said “you’ve lost the privilege of my name” and now i’m like OKAY SORRY MY BAD 😭✋ i didn't mean to breathe wrong pls don't punish me too good 😩💦

and THEN… this man had the AUDACITY… to roll up his sleeves like a sexy evil librarian on a warpath and i swear to god i had to go LIE DOWN

LIKE BABE DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT THOSE FOREARMS DO TO ME??? no you don’t. AND IT’S ILLEGAL ANYWAY. SEND HIM TO JAIL. or actually don’t. SEND HIM TO MY BEDROOM WITH THE FLOGGER TYVM 😩💖

AND THEN HE SAID

“crawl.” AND I JUST CRAWLED. like a little enchanted slug in love. AND THE PLUG. THE PLUGGGG 😭😭😭

THE WAY I SCREAMED when he turned on the vibe like bffr??? sir that was a CRIME AGAINST MY SANITY. i am just a girl with a vibrating plug and a dream.

also can we TALK about how he said

“if you cum before permission there will be hell to pay” like i'm sorry i didn’t know this was a SURVIVAL QUEST now, sir 😭 do you want me to PASS AWAY because same!!! same bestie i’ll just levitate off this plush carpet into the abyss!!!

AND THE BED SCENE???????

HE’S JUST SITTING THERE LIKE SOME KING ON A THRONE WHILE I WADDLE OVER ON TREMBLING LEGS 😭 and me? silly little babygirl me?? too busy being a menace all day to see the FLOGGING COMING. i shoulda known. i shoulda shut my bratty mouth. but no. i HAD to tease. and now????

now he’s got me ass-up, spread wide like a ✨sinner on display✨ getting a spanking that echoes into the spiritual realm 😭💀

“would you like your wrists cuffed as well?” SIR. SIRRRR. WHY ARE YOU BEING SO NICE WHILE BEING SO MEAN the duality has me WEAK. like yes pls cuff me like a lil doll and kiss my ankles like a romantic serial killer 😩💗

and the way i just say

“yes, Sir” over and over like a good girl 😭🧎‍♀️

like… yes sir, thank you sir, may i have another sir, pls destroy my soul and rearrange my organs in the name of love, sir 😭🙏

what the actual fERAL *FLOGGED-TO-HEAVEN LITEROTICA EXPERIENCE DID I JUST HAVE 😭😭😭😭😭

no bc like—i started reading all casual like “teehee let’s see what’s happening in daddy’s dungeon today” and now i’m sitting here sweaty. stunned. sore by proxy. and in love. 💀💀💀

when i tell you the WHIPLASH from:

“Thwap! Ten!”

to

“All you wanted was attention, am I right?”

LIKE OKAY DAD 😭👏 my heart?? my coochie??? my soul??? all trembled. not a single part of me left unshaken. not ONE.

the way the impact was described??? the sting, the THUD, the “one of the tendrils fell between your spread legs”??? HELLO THAT’S A TARGETED ATTACK AGAINST MY SANITY 😩

and then. AND THEN. the plug. THE PLUG???!! vibrating like a little gremlin inside you while your cheeks are being tenderized like wagyu beef??

AUGUST YOU ARE GOING TO JAIL FOR BEING TOO GOOD AT THIS 😭

also can we talk about the panties-in-the-mouth moment. bc UMMM EXCUSE ME that hit every single “yes i am feral” switch in my brain and now i have to pretend to be normal for the rest of the day and i simply CANNOT.

and the lil hand signal system?? soft dom safety king 😭🫶 like yes please break me but respectfully

but THEN YOU HIT US WITH:

“The heat, the warmth, the tightness.”

girl... girl. that’s not a sentence, that’s a RELIGIOUS EXPERIENCE. i was about to say amen and pass out on the church steps like 😇🕊️

and THEN the man starts fucking like a machine possessed??? and he's praising you while doing it??? animalistic hips but romantic words??? that’s my ✨DREAM HALLUCINATION✨ right there.

i genuinely had to pause when you said:

“thank your lucky stars that this is what happens after you accept your fate.”

like omgggg i’m gonna start praying for a fate worth accepting if it means THIS. 🧎‍♀️🙏💒

NOW. LET’S TALK ABOUT THE ANAL.

no warning. no time to prepare. you’re just FWOOMP plug is gone, cock is in, and I AM NOT OKAY 🧍‍♀️

and the worst part?? IT’S SO GENTLY RUDE like he’s praising you while STRETCHING YOU OUT WITH ZERO MERCY???? i had to throw my phone. i had to go lie down. i had to clutch my emotional support plushie and just moan softly into the abyss.

and then that whole “you're mine, now come again” vibe???? while being wrapped up like a little plush toy getting wrung out by a monster dom with a soft heart????

I WAS UNWELL. I AM UNWELL. I WILL REMAIN UNWELL.

and just when you think it’s over and he’s gonna go back to ignoring you like a classic man???

“You were just busy being ignored, Sir.”

THE MIC. HAS BEEN DROPPED. the bratty little dig?? the quiet devastation??? the girl math logic that led you straight to getting destroyed in bed as your love language??? iconic. powerful. queen shit. 👑✨

and AUGUST??? HUMBLED. SPEECHLESS. TURNING THE CAR AROUND AND TAKING YOU ON A ROMANTIC GETAWAY BC HE KNOWS YOU DESERVE BETTER??? yeah that’s my man now. SORRY.

Treat Me Like A Slut

Title: Treat Me Like A Slut

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Mission: Impossible - Fallout

Word Count: 2K

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

Warnings: m!Dom/f!sub, Dom!August, sub!reader, bondage, flogging, gagging with panties, butt plug, unprotected vaginal sex, unprotected anal sex, creampie

A/N: I wrote this because I needed to get it out of my head. August Walker needs to start paying rent in my head. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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“August, please–” You tried to plead with your Dom but he cut you off so fast that it made your head spin.

“You’ve lost your privileges to use my name, Angel. Now, as I was saying, panties off and give them to me.” He reached out his hand expectantly.

You rose from your chair and reached under your dress until you hook your fingers along the waistband of your thong. Pulling it down slowly, you maintain eye contact with August. You step out of it and put them in his waiting hand. Putting the underwear in his pocket, he nods.

“Kneel.” He commands, unbuttoning the cuffs of his deep purple dress shirt and then rolling them up to reveal his hairy, vein-streaked forearms.

“Yes, Sir.” You reply and lower to your knees, knowing that you can’t talk your way out of this one.

“I think it’s time to remind you who’s in charge here, Angel. You seem to have forgotten.” 

“I’m sorry, Sir.” You keep your eyes lowered to the unforgiving wooden floor beneath you.

“I wish I could believe you. Follow me, Angel,” You start to rise before August stops you, “No. You’re to crawl behind me. And one more thing,” He leans down and pushes the button on the bottom of the plug currently nestled inside you.

When it comes to life, you let out a strangled moan. You had been wearing the new plug for hours and weren’t aware of the vibration feature. Starting to squirm, you open your mouth to plead with August.

“Before you even start, this was your doing, wasn’t it? Bothering me while I worked earlier today. And then doing so again not a handful of hours later. It’s almost as if you like being punished, Angel,” He smirks down at you, knowing the last bit to be true, “Hands and knees, follow me.”

Leaving his office, you move as fast as you can behind him. With every movement, you can feel the vibrations against your hole. You try and hide your arousal but your frail resolve betrays you. You let out a groan and are surprised to bump into the solid wall that is August’s leg.

He sighs deeply but doesn’t turn around as he addresses you, “If you cum before you’ve been given permission, there will be hell to pay. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” You force the words out as you struggle to steady your breathing.

When August starts to walk again, you follow him. In your bedroom, happy to be on plush carpeting, you feel yourself begin to relax. Too soon, you find. 

August sits on one side of the four-poster bed you share and beckons you with one finger. You stand on wobbly legs and he pulls you forward and over his lap. You could have figured this is where this day was going to go, but you were too busy being a brat to think of the consequences.

Pulling your dress up over your ass, he massages the flesh of your globes. “You’re going to count these out, Angel. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” You answer and feel August reach over you to the nightstand drawer. You know what’s in that drawer and you stiffen in his lap.

“Oh, now you see the repercussion, huh? If you didn’t want the flogger, you shouldn’t have misbehaved.” He allows you to hold onto his pant leg as he pulls out the aforementioned tool.

He lets the leather tendrils ghost over the skin of your calves and thighs. Raising the flogger above his shoulder, he delivers the first blow.

“One.”

“Hm. This angle…I don’t like it. Up, Angel,” He walks around to the other side of the bed and has you lay down on your stomach in the center of the bed, “Just like that. Now, you are going to keep your legs open for me. If you can’t do that, I can restrain your ankles to the bed just as easily.”

You turn your head behind you and see that the cuffs are already attached to the foot of the bed and your eyebrows raise.

“Angel, if you want to be cuffed, just say so.” He smiles down at you, relishing your excitement.

“Sir, I would like to be restrained.”

“Good girl. I’m proud of you. Would you like your wrists cuffed as well or just the ankles?”

“Wrists and ankles please, Sir.”

“My sweet Angel, as you wish.” He goes about locking both ankles into the heavy cuffs, planting a gentle kiss just above where the leather sits against your skin. Moving to the head of the bed, he locks your wrists into the restraints as well.

You test your mobility and you get a thrill out of the thought of giving complete control to August. You look at him and nod that you are ready to begin. 

“You’re going to count to ten, Angel. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

As he begins his assault on your ass, you count aloud. Every thunderclap is harder and louder than the last. More than once, one of the tendrils falls between your spread legs and slaps against the plug or your netherlips.

Thwap! “Ten!”

August grunts and throws the flogger on the bed. He walks to the end of the bed and surveys his handiwork as he begins to undress. He can see where there will be bruising tomorrow, he’ll remember to go easy on you later. He grins when you wriggle your hips, showing off your still-vibrating plug and leaking cunt. 

Taking your panties out of his pocket before taking his pants off, he walks to the head of the bed where you turn to look at him.

“What color, Angel?”

“Green, Sir.” You smile lazily.

“Good. Open your mouth,” You open your mouth and he stuffs your underwear inside, “Now that you’re gagged, we’re gonna use fingers. Thumb out means good, your first finger means to slow down, and your middle finger means stop. Okay?”

You extend both thumbs and smile around your panties. He caresses your cheek and crawls on the bed, kneeling behind your ass and stroking his thick, hard cock. Reaching over you, he steals a pillow and props your hips up to give him easier access.

Using a finger, he collects some of your pussy juice and swirls it around your clit. You didn’t expect him to use the other hand to scratch down one abused cheek. When that wrangles a moan out of you, he licks and lays kisses upon both cheeks. He peppers in some nibbles on a few sensitive spots on your hips as well.

With you savoring the attention on your bottom, you weren’t expecting for August to enter you in the next breath. The heat, the warmth, the tightness. They welcome him in and elicit a hiss from both of you. 

Pulling out slowly and then slamming back in rocks the bed and it feels amazing. August puts one hand on the back of your neck and one on your hip. Starting his rhythm again, he crashes his hips against yours in an almost animalistic pattern. Rutting into you, he praises you for being such a good girl for him.

Writhing beneath him, you’re forced to take every thrust he dishes out. Feeling him so deep inside you at this angle, you thank your lucky stars that this is what happens after you accept your fate. You get to have this god of a man pounding out your insides in the middle of the day.

You were too in your head to notice when August turns up the vibration on the butt plug. The muffled wail that comes out of your mouth is music to his ears and you feel him twitch inside you, but he doesn’t stop.

No, he’s not going to cum before you do. 

“Don’t hold back, Angel. Come for me. Come all over my cock.” He breathes, the hand on the back of your neck is now moving around to the front as he applies slight pressure to the sides.

Your legs start to shake and you can feel the telltale signs of your impending orgasm. The hand that was at your hip now reaches up to remove the thong from your mouth just in time for you to release a heavenly howl that reverberates through the both of you.

Before you come down from your euphoric high, you feel the plug being removed from your ass. It’s being replaced with the blunt tip of August’s cock and you love the sensation of being stretched around him as he sinks in.

“Fuck, Angel. You’re like a fucking vice, so good for me.” He loves the moments like this where you’re all fucked out. Your semi-lifeless body underneath him is just for his pleasure at this point.

What neither of you expected was for your breathing to pick up in a manner that could only mean one thing. You could feel the knot inside you tightening again. Before you even try and ask, you’re commanded.

“Come for me, Angel.” He’s wrapping an arm around your neck and the other around your upper torso as you let go. 

You can feel your pussy clenching around nothing and your asshole gripping his dick so much so that he has to pause in fucking you.

But, he doesn’t mind it for long as you feel him engorged and pulsing inside you within seconds. He rests his head against yours for a beat while he comes down. As he begins to soften, you can feel him slip out of you followed by some of his spend. 

He lays a kiss on your shoulder before unwrapping himself from around you. He trails kisses down your back, stopping just before your plump rear. He uses both hands to open your ass and watch as his jizz drips down your ass and pussy lips.

He releases you from the cuffs, rubbing the space where they sat upon your skin. He retrieves a wet washcloth from the en suite bathroom and wipes you down before laying in bed next to you and pulling you close.

He smiles down at you as you tangle your fingers in his chest hair.

“All you wanted was attention, am I right?” He asks, his hand tracing patterns on one hip.

“Yes, but–”

“But, you thought you could interrupt me and not be punished for it.”

You hide your face in his shoulder and try and end the conversation. He grabs you by the chin and makes you look at him.

“Sounds like this won’t be the last time that you interrupt me for attention. Do I even get a ‘sorry’ for the time you took me away from my work?”

“I’m sorry, Sir.” 

When August deems your apology to be sincere, he places a chaste kiss on your lips. When you furrow your brows and whine, he rolls his eyes before leaning back in to claim your mouth. Not wanting to rile you up again, he lets go of your chin and lays back down.

“Ya know, I spoil you, Angel.” He winks at you as you nod exuberantly.

“I know, Sir. And thank you.”

“Now, where was this polite girl an hour ago?” He raises an eyebrow and shoots a look at you.

“Busy being ignored, Sir.”

He opens his mouth for a retort, but he doesn’t have one. 

“Valid point,” He laughs inwardly, one arm going behind his head, “Can you forgive me, Angel?”

Leaning up on one arm and donning a serious face, you answer him, “I think I can be persuaded to forgive you.”

“That serious, huh?”

You nod gravely, “I think it might cost you, Sir.”

“Ah, and what might that be?”

“A weekend away. Just you and me, please?” Your eyes couldn’t get any more adorable than they were at that point.

He chuckles and shakes his head, “I think I can arrange that.”

“Thank you, August,” You say, kissing his cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He rubs soothing circles on your hip until your breathing even out and you both take a much-deserved nap.

A/N: I got the title from the Kim Petras song, Treat Me Like A Slut. That song never fails to make me think of August and I had to write out my thots.

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Netflix’s The Witcher ‧ Of Banquets, Bastards and Burials

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