#I slept on Henry cavill

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Pairing: Henry Cavill x you

Prompt:Henry & y/n invited to his moms for thanksgiving. Mom also invites his ex.His mom is super strict so everyone is supposed to have separate rooms, mostly for his ex to slip into his room but she opens the door to find you sitting on his face.

This one was kind of tough but, ended up being a super fun story to write!Hope you guys enjoy it !Thanks for your ask, hope this lives up to the expectation.

“Are we going?” you ask quietly.

“Do you want to go?”  he says, cocking an eyebrow in your direction.

“I mean….. It’s your mother. We kinda have to.” he pulls you in closer letting out a low hmmm. 

“Yes. but, I don’t visit her often for a reason.” he says quietly. The heft of his arm and the sheets around you calling you to relaxation. 

“And what’s that reas-”

“She’s crazy.” he says bluntly. You laugh,immediately knowing he’s joking . It was very out of character for him to call anyone out of their name. Much less his own mother. You look up at him to notice he isn’t laughing, not even smiling.

“O Henry, come on! She is not crazy, I’m sure she just misses you. That’s why she calls so often.”

He caresses your face “My mother is a tiny, blonde psychopath. I love her with all my heart but, everytime I bring a woman home she gets so attached I- it’s hard to explain.” he trails off.

“Guess I’ll just have to meet her then!” you squeal sleepily into his chest before drifting away in an ocean of plans.

You packed, you brushed your teeth, and were ready early in time for the flight. Henry slept most of the way but, you were too filled with questions of if she would like you, and what he of all people meant by calling his mother an attached psychopath. The hours ticked away and you looked worriedly from the clock on your phone to Henry.

“Maybe she just forgot we were coming today?Should we call?” you ask

“Nooooo. No. She has forgotten nothing. This is what she does. Constantly trying to keep me on my toes, I guarantee you she’s up to something.”

You snort through your nose “Henry I guarantee your mother is not that malicious.”

“Have you met her yet?” he jokes flatly. Just then the car pulls up a decently clean but embarrassingly tiny red kia soul, flying like a bat out of hell. 

You exhale, taking a step off of the curb and waiting for your moment of truth.

She jumps out of the car and runs to her son, jumping into his arms. He smiles for a minute holding her and you see the light of a little boy flicker in him for a moment. He pulls back at the sound of the trunk popping open and begins to load the bags into the back for the weekend. 

“Mrs. Marianne I am just so excited to finally get to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you and I’m really excited to-” She cuts you off turning back to her son.

“And Hen you remember Ellen.”

That’s when you see her, a leggy blonde with a perfect smile stepping out of the car that just makes your heart drop. Ellen fucking Whitaker. Ofcourse, champion show jumping horse rider from a family of professional horse trainers and not to mention gorgeous but, most importantly Henry’s ex- fiance. 

“Cool, cool ,cool ,cool” you can hear yourself muttering under your breath trying not to explode.

“Mum this is y/n! She was very excited to be invited.” he confirms, giving you some comfort that he’s on your side. 

“Mmm. Well that’s darling.” she spins on her heels heading back towards the driver’s side of the car.

You follow Henry as you both hug Ellen and exchange your greetings. She seems to think his mother bringing her here is just as ridiculous as you do and while you still despise her presence that knowledge makes it vaguely reassuring that she hasn’t come to fight for his love. 

“Henry, dear sit up here with me I want to hear all about LA.” he rolls his eyes, making his way to the passenger side while you and Ellen assemble yourselves in the back of the tiny car with the luggage. You flip your phone over in your lap and notice a text from Henry. “I love you.Don’t stress out. She’s just like this.” you text him back a heart emoji but, it’d be a lie to pretend your heart wasn’t still caught in your throat. Not only did his mother refuse to acknowledge you. But, she brought some random ass woman that she obviously plans for Henry to be with instead. Actually , no.Not random, which is even worse! Am I spirialing ? I feel like I’m spiraling. You had completely zoned out of the sweet family reunion happening infront of you an attempted to string some words together in your head that would help you explain how you feel to him when you finally got alone time. You entered the driveway of the estate and his mother handed the keys to the valet , excusing herself and calling Ellen to follow her inside. Being excluded from the girl’s powwow didn’t bother you as much since if gave you a chance to speak to Henry. The Butler offered to help but, he insisted on doing it himself, calling him by name. And you were momentarily reminded of the things you did love about Henry. You followed behind him as he carried things to the room. You tried to make small talk with him as you unzipped your suitcase and began pulling out your necessities for your facewash routine. “O ummmm-” Henry looked at you as if trying to hide back from saying something. More bad information you were sure. 

“You actually have the room down the hall.”he says sheepishly.

“What do you mean?” your eyes widen despite your attempts to quell your emotion. He has to be crazy. There’s no other way to explain.

“My mom doesn’t want me to share a bed in her home unless its with the woman I’ve marrried.” he says , hands up in a defensive position. 

You exhale slowly repacking your things. “Sure. Ofcourse. What wouldn’t she want that.”

You knew it sounded bitter but, you couldn’t help it. 

“Hey -” he grabs your arm as you head towards the door, pulling you in and kissing you .His hand coming to your cheek, fingers resting on the back of your head, giving you the comfort he couldn’t offer with words. 

“Plus” he whispers into your lips “It will be fun to sneak around like kids for a few days.”You roll your eyes at him as his hands make their way to your ass. He gropes you for a bit before you escape his grasp headed to your room or Marianne created dungeon. Actually the room was quite nice. The flowers on the wall paper felt like a bit much but, the room got great sun and wasn’t to far from the bathroom . You liked that the estate had an old-timey feel of walking down the hall to use the toilet. Plus, it allowed you more excuses to be where Henry is. You unpacked your room and then sat on the bed next to your empty suitcase before exhaling,and finding the strength to get dressed for dinner. 

You stepped gently down the stairs ,trying to avoid the steps that creak when your hear the door close behind you. Looking up over the landing you see Henry at the top of the stairs.

“What are you doing?”he asks flatly.

You become aware of your hunched back and your body language from testing the step with your toe.

“I- I just don’t want to go.” you confessed.

He rushes in your direction, “Sweetheart you don’t have to.”

“No I mean I want to I just ….I was so excited to meet your mother and she just-”

“Listen” he leans against the wall scratching the side of his face. “I was trying to protect you. I should have tried to explain her more but it’s- she’s just so embarrassing. If you want, we can cut it short and go home tomorrow.” he seems genuinely saddened that his mom had been so rude. You hadn’t even had the chance to tackle Ellen’s presence before you hear a fumbling downstairs and his mother calling for him. He looks at you silently giving you time to decide. 

“I still want to try and win her over.” you whisper back to him. He laughs a little at your  determination and offers you his arm. You walk to dinner together and his presence gives you comfort.  

At dinner your seats are assigned. Shockingly your seat is not next to Henry’s but one of their family friend’s who was also visiting. You thought it a smart call on Marriane’s part. Had it just been the four of you for dinner the meal was sure to mostly be had in silence. You sat across from Henry and although he and Ellen had a few hushed moments this test actually caused you to feel more confident in your relationship. His mom was being a bitch but, when she did he’d nudge your foot under the table. This nudge eventually turned into a quiet game of footsies but, as adults your were grateful for the reminder that no matter how it seemed he was always prioritizing you. By the time dessert came you decided you wanted to try pushing the boundaries. His mother hadn’t said anything rude to you, she simply had not spoken to you at all. And if she had already decided she hated you  then there wasn’t much left for you to do but, enjoy the sculpture of a man that she had created. You slipped your foot from your shoe and let your footsies progress to you rubbing him through his pants with your foot. His eyes shoot to you across the table,but he doesn’t give you away. You can feel him growing harder under your toes as he melts into his chair. His face looks so small and innocent, looking at you, trying so hard to be in control, to be good. His mother hurls a few rude words but, you are to turned on by the view across from you to care. Once dismissed from the table, the tempered dash to the bedroom is quick. His hand presses into your back as he practically pushes you up the stairs. His room was the closest to the stairs , as you walked past he grabs your arm , pulling you in. 

“Heeeeey hey hey.” you whisper to him as he slips his hand up your dress. “I think your mother will notice if I’m not in my room.” he groans into you. “Shhhh. I’ll come back later” you pull back winking at him. He slowly removes his hand and you turn, switching out of the room. 

You promptly switch into your best lingerie and robe while counting the minutes, listening as the sounds of the house grow softer and softer. When the coast seems clear, you softly make your way to Henry’s room. You push the door open slowly trying to mitigate the creak as much as possible.You can see his figure sitting up in the dark. You drop your robe to the ground as he closes his book. “ I thought you’d never come!” he exhales. He places his book on the nightstand and you jump into bed, straddling him. His hands reach around to cup your ass and your grab him by the wrists. 

“Don’t touch.” you warn. He cocks his head to the side as if to question the change from your usual power exchange. 

“Only with your tongue.” you smile, leaning in to kiss him. He smiles coyly and you move yourself up the headboard of the bed. You grab onto it as he pulls your panties to the side. He hums into you and you are doing your best to keep quiet as you grip down onto the headboard beneath. You reach your other hand down cradling the back of his head while his tongue explores further into you. Biting your bottom lip in an attempt to keep from crying out ,you pull his hair and his hand smack your ass in response.

“Fuck” you exhale into the darkness and just then you hear the door creak open. 

“Oh no!” you turn around to see Ellen, and no sooner than you lock eyes, you grab the duvet pulling it over both of your bodies.Henry is confused and ends up being mostly exposed during the shuffle.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Ummm your mom told me to- I’m sorry I-” She turned , rushing out of the room; a flurry of nerves and embarrassment. The door slammed behind her and you both looked at eachother, momentarily embarrassed too. But, then you both broke into laugher. This entire trip had been absurd, this is almost just on brand. You lift your leg in an attempt to end your straddling of him , when he stops you with a hand to your lower back. Smiling while looking up at you he says 

“I wasn’t finished yet.” and you melt back into him. 

[ramp-it-up]

The Gentleman Returns

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Veterinarian!Reader

Summary: Henry comes back. Can he keep his composure around you?

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. S MUT, Explicit description of graphic sex. P orn with just a little bit of plot. Read at your own risk.  Flashbacks, Facetime s ex, long distance romance, Angst, pining, flirting, arguing, reader insecurity, wagering, brat behavior, dirty talk, size kink, or al s ex, raw p in v (wrap before you tap),  b reeding kink, pain kink, m asturbation,o ral sex (f recieving) Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N: This is part two of Doctor and Mr. Cavill. Let me know if you liked it!

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“I am in control. I am not a man possessed. I am not an animal.”

Henry repeated it to himself as he prepared for his morning cardio run down, which just happened to be 3.5 miles down Route 60 to your house. He decided that running would serve two purposes: One, to round out his morning exercise, and two, to calm him down. 

It had been a long two weeks away. 

You were constantly on Henry’s mind and it took all of his acting skills to attend to the matters that took him home to Great Britain. But he was finally back in your town, which happened to be the location of his latest film role, and he was focused on letting you know that he didn’t think of you as just a good time in America. 

Henry knew that you thought he just wanted to have his way with you. The truth was that he felt for you deeply, and he didn’t quite know how to tell you. Things had gone much farther and faster than he ever imagined they would.

That’s why Henry was determined to be a gentleman today.

He’d stop by and say hello, collect Kal, ask you out on a date, and leave you intact like the lady you are. And then, maybe later, perhaps…. His heart rate escalated as he decided that he wouldn’t just grab you and take you up to your bed and fuck your brains out. 

No.

Absolutely not. 

Henry shook his head and smiled as he started the 5K run to your house. 

He’d landed the night before, and you both agreed that he needed to rest before he was in charge of Kal again. He slept, and then bounded out at 5 am the next morning to train and also to tame the boner that he’d awakened with for the past fortnight.

Henry’s head was in the clouds and he barely registered any exertion on the road to your place; he just daydreamed about led him to this point.

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Two weeks earlier...

Good morning Doctor. How are you?

The text was sent at 7:43 am, as soon as he touched down at JFK. Henry found that he had no qualms about looking desperate for you, because he actually was. 

Henry was surprised when you responded so promptly this early in the morning, but he was pleased.

Good morning Mr. Cavill. I’m a little sore. Fed the animals and am now taking a nice, hot bath.

Henry was concerned as he shouldered his backpack and walked down the jet bridge to the car area for his service. He was stopped for an autograph by someone who recognized him despite his baseball cap and mask, and as such, he didn't have time to really think when he responded.

Oh no! Did you lift too much feed? You really must lift heavy weights properly.

Henry’s brow was furrowed as he thought of you injured. You chuckled at Henry’s cluelessness. 

You’re carrying the weight that did the damage.

It took a second for the lightbulb to go off in Henry’s head, and when it did, he groaned, remembering how tight you’d been around him, but then he frowned again. He dialed you as soon as he was in the SUV with the door closed. 

You stared at your phone, not believing that he was facetiming you. After hesitating for just a moment, you answered.

“Hello?”

Henry peered at you through the screen then smiled, bringing the sun into your world.

“Hullo.”

You smiled back and bit your lip and Henry watched your mouth turn into a little pout. Damn, he was a goner. 

“Are you okay?”

His voice was laced with a sexy tone that sent a tingle down your spine. You could swear that your title had now become a term of endearment instead of a joke. Your head was spinning with desire, need and a little uncertainty. 

“I am perfectly fine.”

You certainly looked fit, Henry thought. And then he spied the bruise on your lip.

“What happened to your mouth?”

Henry looked angry, and your heart beat faster, thinking of how attractive he was when the dark clouds entered his eyes.

“… I split my lip when I… “ 

You looked down, eyelashes fanning your heated cheeks. What came next out of your mouth was a low and husky, but perfectly clear, whisper.

“I split my lip on you.”

Even in the bath, you grew moist at the memory of trying to accommodate Henry’s girth the night before. The slight pain of your bruised lip was forgotten the night before when you’d looked up at him through your lashes. 

Henry’s barely perceptible moan brought you back into the moment and made you rub your thighs together under the water. He took you in, an alluring vision all slippery and wet and beautiful. If he could actually fly like Superman back to your side, he would.

“Dear God. Do you know what you do to me?”

Henry intoned it deeply as he rubbed his jaw and licked his lips. 

“No, I don’t know, Mr. Cavill. Tell me?”

Henry let out a dark chuckle, double checking that the privacy partition was up in the car even though he had his airpods in.

“You’re an enchantress. I cant resist your allure, my dear Doctor, you’re captivating and I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I left.”

He watched you blush and had an idea. 

“I have to get out of this car soon, and I’ll have to make it to my room to take care of this evidence of your affect on me…” 

He panned down to his lap.

“Don’t…please.”

Henry's hand stilled on the ridge of his denimed dick. You’d commanded him with a whisper. He growled your name deep in his throat and you visibly shivered.

“I mean. It’s not for me to decide, but, if you were looking forward to us participating in activities like we did last night again…I’d rather you not…spill anything without me there to collect it. That is, if you could wait that long to cum again. To cum.. inside… me again..”

When you looked up at him again, you saw Henry’s eyes dilate as he bit his lip thinking of your wet heat. His cock jumped as debased images of what he wanted to do to you flooded his brain. He cleared his throat and his eyebrow rose as he bared his teeth in a feral smile to speak to you, his deep bass rumbling through you.

“You want me to save my seed to fill you up with, hmmm?”

You nodded, biting your lip, and your half closed eyes and whimpers only made him harder. He moved his hands to the leather seat of the suv, as he listened to the water moving around you as your free hand floated to your thigh. 

“How about I come back with my balls heavy with cum to pump you full of and let drip out of your pores. Could you handle that?”

You squirmed, your face full of desire. Henry felt like a man starved for your touch although he just left you not 4 hours earlier.

“Mmmmmm... I’d like that. Very, very much.”

Henry watched you throw your head back and licked his lips,trying to find the taste of you from last night.

“D’you need to be fucked again, Doctor?”

He was speaking softly, but resolutely now, his dulcet tones making you feel some kind of way.

“Ohhh, Henry… I’m still a little sore and swollen.”

Henry bit his lip. He didn’t want you to be discomforted, but the idea that he’d ruined you made him mad with need. He was panting as if he’d played a full rugby match and he was ready to burst inside his pants. 

“Are you? I should be there, to kiss that sweet little cunt. Soothe all her sore places with my tongue. D’you need that?” 

Henry stopped himself from calling you Love, but the pet name reverberated in his brain as he watched your beautiful face full of want for him.

“Yes Henry. Oh my goddd!”

You brought your hand up to your neck and Henry wished it was his.

“Lemme see those nipples, play with them for me, yeah?” 

You did as you were told and Henry watched as you filled your hands with yourself. He nearly cried at the sight. He instinctively rubbed his cock again, but he could control himself.

Couldn’t he?

With you he was not so sure, but there was no going back now, he had to see you through to your end.

“Feel that pussy for me, let her know how much I miss her already. Get in there, Love. Let me hear how much she aches for me.”

He’d let it slip. And he didn’t care. You didn't either. He could call you anything he wanted as long as he didn’t stop talking you through this need. 

“Oh… Hen-ry…”

Your mouth opened wider and your head was thrown back as your hands ventured further down your body.

“Are you circling that plucky little bud for me?”

“Y-yessssss.”

The stutter and the look on your face made him even bolder. Henry clenched his jaw and his fists to keep control.

“I’m not far from the hotel. Give me one before I get there. Be a good girl for me…you were so good last night…took my cock so well, although I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“I’m not…hurt so good Henry…”

Henry kept his eyes on you as you licked your lips and keened. You had him sweating 1500 miles away. 

“I wanted to fill you up and watch it drip out of you…”

“F-f-fuck…!” 

You were panting like a wild animal, and Henry swallowed the whine that was lodged in his throat with a growl. 

“Now stuff three of your pretty little fingers in that pretty little plump cunt. Cum for me. Give me something to dream about.”

You heard his fierce whisper and your eyes rolled as you tried to catch your breath. 

“H-h-henryyyy!”

Henry experienced three things: your beautiful face as you screamed with pleasure, his cock raging hard in the confines of his jeans, and his heart beating a mile a minute in his ears. Henry cursed under his breath and reached for the cold bottle of water provided by the car service. He took a swig, then closed it and put it on his forehead. 

Henry tried to collect himself as he listened to your breathing settle and watched you open your eyes slowly and smile shyly at him.

“Such a good girl for me. You alright?”

You hummed. 

“Yes, Mr. Cavill, Sir.”

Henry grinned. Maybe he had tamed the brat a little.

“Now. No more orgasms until I return.”

Henry the Dom was in full force. How was this your life? All you could do was smile at the fortune of having one of the sexiest men in the world lavish this attention on you. You decided to enjoy it while it lasted.

“Right.”

Henry cocked his brow at you. He hoped he looked hard. Because inside….Well, inside, he was all mush for you.

“What was that?”

“I mean, No Sir.”

Henry wanted to say a lot, but he needed to get on with his day; his first interview was in less than two hours.

“We will talk later, Doctor, before I board the redeye for London..”

“Of course, Mr. Cavill. Sir.”

Henry threw you a look as you winked and ended the call. He sighed and stepped out of the car, head full of you as he headed to the penthouse.

You climbed out of the bath and fell back into bed naked, dreaming of Henry in your arms.

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Three days later….

The picture you’d sent made Henry wild.  

It was an innocent picture of Kal, his snout resting on your bare thigh. It was exactly where he wanted to be.

“That rake. Trying to steal my girl,” he murmured to himself as he grinned at his phone.

“What’s that Hen?”

Henry looked up at the two men who were smirking at him over their brandies. Henry looked from Corey to Jamie’s face. He hadn’t heard a word they’d said.

“What?”

“You’ve not stared down at your lap and smiled like that since Year 7.” 

Corey knew Henry better than almost anyone.

“Who is it?”

Jamie was curious what had his mate so distracted. Henry’s head was in the clouds in between press for their movie that was being released, he was working out every spare minute, and he wasn’t looking at any of the lovely ladies that threw themselves at him, not even a little. 

Henry’s face lit up.

“I don’t even know where to begin. She’s… she’s amazing…”

Henry commenced to waxing poetic about you. 

When he finally took a breath, Corey asked, “Yeah, yeah.. But how does she look, lad?”

Henry grinned and flipped through the pictures that you’d sent him on request. He found one that was relatively tame, with you sitting ensconced in his sweatshirt and nothing else. All you could see was your freshly washed face, that smile, and those legs.

Corey whistled.

“There’s a looker!” 

He passed the phone to Jamie who looked at you and then up at Henry, who was beaming.

“That’s why you’ve been hitting the gym harder than usual. Working off that tension.”

Henry grinned.

“Yeah, she’s going to get it when I get back.”

Corey was quick to catch him.

“He’s saving himself? Oh shit. This is serious. When’s the wedding?”

Henry blanched.

“What?...No… we only just…”

“Henry. Did you notice the girl with the huge rack who’s walked by our table four times?”

Henry looked around the restaurant.

“Where? No…”

“She’s right there!”

Henry looked in the direction that Corey pointed.

“Her?” Henry laughed. “She’s… passable.”

Corey looked at Jamie and shook his head.

“You’re right, James. He’s gone. Raise a glass.”

Henry shook his head as Corey and James toasted and took a mockingly somber drink, then he clinked his own.

“Here’s to My Dear Doctor.”

“If she can tie you down, then cheers to Dr. Y/N!”

Henry shared a laugh with his friends.

“Now who wants to go on a run in the morning?”

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Later that night:

Although it was after midnight for Henry, it was only after 7 where you were. But your insecurity permeated your conversation with him that night. You went on about his dating history and he railed against online gossip mongers. Finally, you said what you were really thinking.

“I am so not your type, Henry.”

Henry sighed.

“What are you on about?”

I’m a convenience while you’re in town. And you still think you want me because we’re practically sexting every moment of the day. I bet that if we didn’t talk until you had to come back, you’d forget all about me. You’ll find some beautiful English rose…”

“How much?”

“Hunh?” You were being thrown off of your rant.

“How much do you want to bet?”

“Henry….”

“We’ve got, what, 10 more days? 100 quid.”

You couldn’t believe him.

“You’re trying to make light of this. Don’t worry about it. I’m not upset Henry.”

“So you’re chicken?”

“I am NOT!” You huffed. “What is a ‘quid’? A pound? You’re betting me a hundred pounds?”

“I forgot how poor the dollar is. I’ll take it easy on you. 100 dollars US.”

“You have a deal Mr. Cavill.”

Henry grinned on the other end of the line. Your brat side would work to his advantage this time.

“Deal. No more phone calls. Just two texts a day. Good morning and good night.”

You were quiet a long time. Then you decided, if it was going to end, you should just go ahead and end it.

“Okay. Goodbye Henry.”

“See you soon, Doctor.”

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Ten days after that conversation, you were feeding the sheep when Kal started barking and going crazy at the fence. You approached it and looked down the road to see Henry running toward you at an impressive pace.

Butterflies began to flutter in your belly. The last 10 days had sent you spiraling. Two texts a day were not enough. You missed Henry horribly, and you’d imagined him diddling half of Europe since you practically told him to. Well, you only had yourself to blame. You’d ruined a good thing, even if it were temporary.

You didn’t want to face him, but you had to give him his dog. You didn’t have much time prepare yourself because Henry’s time was good. He ran up and leaned on the fence as he greeted Kal. Then he looked up at you, hypnotizing you with those eyes and that smile of his. 

Damn, you’d missed his face.

Henry was unequivocally a goner. The sight of you made him light headed, the erratic nature of his heart not a good combination with the increase from running.

“Hello, Doctor. How are you?”

Henry smiling at you made you warm. It felt like you’d never been asked that question before and you wanted to tell him your life story, but you just said, “Fine. And you Mr. Cavill?”

Henry grinned at the formalities. You were still his incorrigible brat that he’d left in bed two weeks ago. 

His?

Yes, His, he decided as he watched you unlatch the gate enabling Kal’s attack. He laughed and rolled around in the grass with his pup and you watched fondly. You could get used to these two brutes. You tried to walk around them when Kal went after you too, tripping you up and causing you to fall onto Henry, straddling him as Kal barked excitedly beside you two. 

You looked into Henry’s eyes, feeling him beneath you. It wasn’t sexual, not quite, just familiar. Henry was being calm and his hands just rested on your sides as he grinned up at you. You wanted to hug him. But instead, you made to get up.

“S-sorry.”

“No problem at all, Doctor.”

You cleared your throat and stood up, placing your hands on your hips, grimacing at Henry, who was up now himself. His hair was haloed by the early morning sunlight, and he winked at you as he brushed himself off. Damn him and his perfect features.

“D’you want some water?”

Henry regarded you, solemn and intense, when a drop of sweet traveled from his hairline into his right eye. You felt like you were drooling as you watched his biceps flex as he wiped it away.

“You’ve read my mind.”

The timbre of his voice reminded you of that night on facetime, and your pulse quickened at the thought that you had indeed read his mind. You wanted him, and here he was acting like you were just acquaintances. He really had fooled around in Europe. You could have kicked yourself.

You turned and Henry followed you into your house, taking off his shoes and washing his hands as you did. You watched Henry gulp down the water and you kept your distance. Kal seemed content to give you both your space in the kitchen as he laid in the sunlight from the window in the dining room.

“Doctor, we need to talk.”

Your heart dropped. You knew it.

“There’s nothing to talk about. We talked already. You found someone else. Or had some random hookups. Just as I told you you would.”

Henry’s blood was starting to boil. He took a deep breath, but his voice still came out menacing.

“You are the most maddening woman.You don’t get to tell me what I want, or what I did or what I should do. Like you said, we don’t know each other that well. But I thought that we had an understanding, L/N…”

Now you were angry.

“What understanding? How can we have an understanding if we’ve never really talked. We just fucked. You were horny. I was there. We. Just. Fucked. That’s it. It was good. Now it is over.”

“Oh? It’s over is it? I’ve half a mind to turn you over my knee.”

You chucked your chin up at him like you were daring him.

Henry saw the glint in your eye and he knew what had to happen. Gentlemanly thoughts were out the window. He put the glass down and advanced on you.

You moved back and opened your mouth to reply, but what came out was a squeak. You closed it quickly

“That’s right, listen good, little mouse.”

He moved again and you stayed put.

“Yes. We fucked. We fucked and it was amazing. But we fucked because I’m insanely attracted to you in a myriad ways, not just because I wanted to fuck. You were right. I know how to smash and dash, Doctor, and this is not that.”

Henry paused to look into your eyes, to make sure you understood him. 

“I’m in awe of you. You’re a skilled professional, you’re kind, and gentle, and a nerd who loves to have a good time. You soothe me. You make me think and you make me go mad every time I think about how your body seems made for mine.”

You were inches apart, but he didn’t touch you. 

“I’m entirely and utterly smitten with you. And I’m afraid of the power you have over me Doctor. I’m supposed to behave as a gentleman, but you make it impossible.”

Then, he stepped back leaned up against your counter, running his hand through his curls. It was the counter where you first kissed. You smiled at him.

Henry eyed you warily and crossed his arms, showcasing his muscles and veins. You were dangerous. but he was going to be strong.

“What?”

“You mean that you didn’t get with anyone else when you were away?”

Henry sighed and rolled his eyes.

“No. Didn’t want to.”

He stood up straighter as you advanced on him now.

“This perfect specimen of a body?”

You pointed, just shy of touching him. Henry reached back and grabbed the counter to keep from grabbing you. 

You reached out and trailed your hand down his muscle shirt, stopping shy of the waistband of his shorts.

“And you’re willing to wait even longer?”

Henry cleared his throat.

“Yes.”

Henry’s voice broke and he caught your eye. At that moment, you knew your power.

“It’s just for you, Doctor. When you’re ready.”

You scoffed at him. And leaned up on tiptoe to whisper in his ear. 

“But this body is for the world, Mr. Cavill. After all, millions drool over it every day.”

Your lips brushed the shell of his ear, and Henry closed his eyes and suppressed a shiver. He gave in and reached for you, grabbing you and pulling your flush to him. He looked down, eyes sparkling.

“Maybe so, but how we feel pressed together is just between me and you.”

You looked into the softness of his eyes and you could tell he was sincere.

“But how can you know?”

“I just know that I know. I want to protect you, I want to comfort you… I want to...”

“Oh, Henry…”

You threw your arms around him and kissed him. He lay claim to your mouth again and after, he rested his forehead on yours, panting.

“I’m… I want to be a gentleman…Want to take you out. Wine…dine…”

You palmed him over his shorts and watched his eyes dilate.

“What if I take you out?”

Henry watched you lick your palm and reach into his sweats as he forgot to breathe.

“I- I …”   Henry looked down at what you were doing. “Careful…’

You looked up at him, determined now.

“I thought you were going to cum inside me and leak out of my pores.”

“Mmmmmmmmmother of god!” 

Henry clenched his jaw as he growled at you. 

“I do want to fuck you very badly, Doctor. But you deserve… to be treated….”

Henry’s voice faded away as you continued to stroke his rock hard length.

“It’s been 14 days. I deserve to be fucked. Hard. Need you ... please… Sir.”

You took his right hand and put it on your breast. He rolled your nipple through your shirt and then mirrored the gesture with his left. Henry had a brief thought that you were trying top him before his brain short circuited.

Before you knew it, you’d been spun around and your face was on the cool marble of your countertop. Henry pulled your leggings down to your ankles. You pulled one leg out and Henry hoisted it up on the counter. You leaned back and desperately grabbed at his curls.

“Please Henry, Give!”

He leaned over and whispered in your ear as his fingertips spread you wide. 

“Trust me Doctor, you will take. But first…”

Henry sank to his knees and whispered to your cunt.

“Been so long. Need to taste…mmmmmmm.”

You were pulled back onto Henry’s face as he buried his mouth into your wet crevasse. He hummed and smacked as if he were eating the best meal of his life. Henry certainly thought so. He destroyed your soul as he alternated fucking you with his tongue and licking you rudely throughout your entire crease.

After you came on his face, he took off your pants completely, and lifted you easily in his arms, walking a few feet to your couch.

Henry set you down face first before him, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“You’re a venus, my dear Doctor.”

Henry’s thick fingers moved from your knee digging into the couch cushions up your thigh to the wetness dripping there. Four fingers found your slick and swiped, while his thumb ghosted your puckered hole.

“Mhmmmmm. Henry…”

“So responsive f’me. Want to be everywhere all at once.”

Henry enjoyed the feeling of his cock slipping in your wetness, the way you moved to try and get him inside you. He moaned knowing how much you wanted him too. His hands moved up from your hips to find your nipples under the top you were wearing and your moves became more wanton. Henry became irritated at the confines of your shirt. He reached for the hem.

“Take this off…There we go.”

He pulled you to him, your cool back against his warm torso, and he trailed his hands up and down your body.

“‘ve wanted my hands on you ever since I left…”

“Me too, Mr. Cavill.”

You’d turned your head to whisper, and Henry’s mouth captured yours in a kiss. You wiggled your ass against the pounding organ that was wedged between your cheeks, and he reached down to grab your hip to still you.

“Want my cock?”

You shook your head.

“No. Need it.”

And with that, you bent down again and looked over your shoulder at him, arching your back.

Henry gazed down at your presented ass and turned his head to the side, admiring, as that eyebrow raised and made you that much wetter.

“Yesss…” His blue eyes met yours. “I believe that you do.”

You whimpered and dropped your head, watching from below as Henry grabbed his cock at the base, his fingers splayed out against his big balls as he lined up and breached you with his rude, wide, mushroom tip. 

“Let me…”

The stretch burned deliciously, and both of you grunted as Henry eased into you, his length and girth making you question reality again. 

“…Slide into this warm…”

“Oh, Henry! Feels so-”

He cut you off.

“Shit! Love how you take it.”

“Oh god!”

You were almost sobbing at how good it felt.

“I feel you inside me.”

“D’you feel it getting bigger?”

You could hear the grin in his voice. You nodded and sobbed, the feeling indescribable.

“Stretching you out. So, so good.”

“Uh unhhh uhmmmmm. Missed you Hen...ry!”

“Me, too, Love. Me....too!”

Henry was moaning behind you as he smoothly thrust in and out of you, making it so good that your buried your head into the pillow and drooled into it between your screams of: “Oh my goddd!”

“Mmmm just like that, take it all for me.”

He delivered a sound slap to your behind and you keened.

“Love it when you take it all.”

He smacked you again.

“D’you like my cock?” he demanded.

“Mmmmyeah hmmm, I love itttt!”

Henry moved his hand around to your clit and started manipulating it.Then, he moved your hand to your sensitive nub as you whimpered.

“Now take over for me. Circle that clit. Justttt like that.”

You did as you were told, your legs shaking.

“Ohhh oh my god, Henry!”

“Just like that. Good girl.”

Henry smacked your ass yet again.

“Now keep it up.”

The stimulation was getting to be too much. This man knew how to fuck all of you, not just your body, but your mind.

“Henry…” 

Your plaintive wail was almost too much for Henry. Yet he persisted.

“M’ gonna fuck you….”

Your wetness was making what was now happening sound obscene, and served to get you closer to the orgasm he hadn’t given you permission to have yet.

“Oh god!”

You wanted to pull your hand away, but you obeyed his command.

“There…”

Henry swiveled his hips so that your insides lit up like a christmas tree as he fucked you.

“Please…”

You couldn’t breathe, and you were beginning to feel a certain pressure in your pelvis. You whimpered again as Henry made you feel every nerve ending in your body.

“…Just…. there…”

Henry’s thrusts were controlled and steady, despite feeling your cunt clenching in waves around him as you tried in vain to stave off your end.

“Oh yeah I like that.” 

He’d leaned down, hot breath in your ear.

“Oh I feel it Henry.”

“God yeah. Me too. You like that, Doctor?”

“Oh Godddddd!”

Henry pulled you upright and you struggled to keep circling your clit as your hips sped up of their own volition. You used two hands as Henry squeezed your hips, holding on as you bounced up and down on his dick. His eyes were glued to your bouncing tits. 

“Oh shit! Just there…bounce like that, yeah.” 

Henry’s mouth descended and latched on, sucking your jugular as you fucked yourself on him. His hands kneaded your bouncing breasts. He was in heaven.

“Use me, Baby. Make yourself feel good.”

“You’re so fucking big….”

Henry grinned into your neck.

“Feel it Doctor…” 

Henry was blowing in your ear as he suckled on your lobe now. He bent you back over, placing his hand between your shoulder blades so you would move your hands and deliver the arch. You were relieved yet still desperate. Henry looked down and groaned.

“Look at that cream.”

The timbre of Henry’s voice and the slapping of skin on skin was more than you could bear.

“Henry… Please! Can I cum?”

The slapping intensified as Henry sped up and got sloppy, losing control finally.

“Cum… now Doctor…”

Henry stroked into you fiercely, prolonging your orgasm until your spasming channel forced him out of you.

You both exclaimed in disappointment, and Henry in laughed as he kissed your neck and plunged back inside you, fucking you even harder now.

“Thank you for that. I was about to spill everything inside you and this would be over. Gave me a bit of a breather. Now give me that arch again.”

He bent you over again.

“Just there. Oh yeah… Looka there…that arch…yesss. Love that arch.”

He crossed his arms to hold your hips still so that he could go even harder.

“Am I fucking you properly?”

You were drooling and your eyes were rolling; you barely registered his question. Henry slapped your ass.

“Oh. Yesssss! Fuck yesss. Cock is so hard…so big.”

“Oh, shit…sssssss!”

Henry hissed as he felt his cum crawl up from his balls. 

“I….ugh… Henry!!!... I’m cuming…”

“M…Me toooo!”

—-

You were the little spoon to Henry’s big as he held you on your couch, the plaid throw covering your nakedness. You stroked Henry’s arm as he held you close.

“Did you spend the entire two weeks thinking that up?”

Henry leaned over to look at you, smiled, and kissed your nose. Then he relaxed again.

“That was entirely off the cuff. You’re an inspiration. A muse.”

“A sexual muse, hunh.”

Henry pulled you closer to him. 

“So much more than sexually. You inspire me in so many areas.”

You looked back at him quizzically. He just grinned.

“Come, lets get cleaned up and get dressed. And give me ride over to my place, would you? We have a brunch reservation in… two hours at The Orangery. I’m taking you out on the town.”

“And you can pay, because you owe me a hundred dollars.”

You realized that it was put up or shut up time as Henry grinned at you.

——

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[mattmurdock42]

Feather! D!addy Cavill.

Note: I do hope this helps someone.

W/c: 600

Warnings: body insecurities, angst, lots of fluff, d!ddy Cavill

You woke up on top of your daddy bear. You slept on his chest while he rubbed your back.It made you both sleep faster. However, you always got off of his chest while falling asleep, you didn't want to hurt him with your weigh. Altought, last night, you fall asleep completely and forgot to get off.

You woke in a jump, making Henry sigh and shift a little under you. You support you weigh on your knees and hands on the bed and prepares to get off of him, but suddenly, you feel his hands holding togheter at your back.

"You are not going anywere, kitten." He said with a groggy voice.

You try to get up but you just can´t.

"Come back to where you were." He commands. His eyes still close.

You knew you weren´t the skinny tipe. After all, 176 pounds were something considerable. You needed to get off.

"I need to go to the bathroom, daddy." You lied.

He lets you go.

You get up and goes to the bathroom. You flush the toilet and wash your hands and face. As you lay down on the bed again, he spoke.

"Come back to where you were, baby girl."

"Lets just go back to sleep, bear." You say as you lay on your side and turns your back to him.

You feel him shift behind you. Suddenly, you feel one of his hands around your waist and the other on your back, pushing you to the middle of the bed. He straddles your waist and pinn your wrists above your head. He leans and look into your eyes. "Weren´t you comfortable? I said for you to come back. Give me one reason to not do so." He sais with a little anger in his eyes.

"It´s just that, i´ll hurt to. I´m heavy. You´ll feel pain during the day if i do so. And i don´t wanna you hurt." You say as you look to his chest, his body hair tangled from the night before.

"Hey, daddy´s girl. You are not heavy, you hear me? I can´t believe you though such thing!" He chuckled.

He let your wrists go and got out of bed. He stood at the foot of the bed and reached a hand for you.

"Come here. Let me show you how heavy you are."

He guides you to lay on the bed. He wrapps a belt around your waist and commands you to hugh your legs. He puts one hand inside the belt and, before you could tell, he lift you in the air, with just one arm. You looked incredulous at him.

"See, kitten. Daddy's got you. Let me show you something else." He sat on a chair in a corner and ordered for you to seat on his feet. You hesitaded for a moment, but you did as said as you saw he wasn´t for jokes now.

"Hugh my legs." As you did, he lift his legs and you with them. You were bracing for dear life. "When i say you don´t weigh, it´s because you don't weigh." He said angry, mostly because you desafiated him.

"Now come back to where you were, or maybe you will be corrected like naughty girls are, tonight, kitten."

[fallenangelkitten]

Somnophilia

Synopsis: Henry has known of your desires and has assured you’re safe to act of them. Maybe you finally will.

Warnings: somnophilia, consensual non consensual, daddy kink

Notes: I used to be fallenangelbb here on the Henry Cavill side of tumblr but deleted my account and have regretted it ever since. So here I am reposting my work :)

My breathing faltered as I looked over at him. Henry’s hair had grown long, and his brows furrowed in his sleep. I bit down on my lip to keep the moan from slipping out of my lips as I squeezed my legs together.

He had taken the time to reassure me over and over again. To tell me that my fantasies were okay. That he would love for me to act on them. I never had.

Maybe tonight would change that.

I let my eyes trail along his exposed chest and toned stomach; he always slept bare, only the blankets and our touch for warmth. I noticed the raise of fabric along his hips, the light outline of him under the cover.

My mouth began to water.

I let my leg that rested overtop of his shift higher. I moved an arm to either side of his broad chest to support myself as I climbed onto him. His already dampened tip slid into me with ease. I felt his hips buck beneath me, causing my head to tilt back and a hushed moan to escape.

I kept my eyes on him as I slowly lifted and eased back against him. His brows furrowed and relaxed, hand repeatedly clenching the sheets beside him. I kept my pace slow to not startle him awake, but I could see his eyes shifting beneath their lids and his muscles tensing.

As I arched my back and rocked against him, a strong hand grasped my hip. My eyes flashed down to meet his.

“Good morning,” I grinned at him while my eyes rolled back.

The hand on my hip tightened.

Before I could even register his other arm snaking around my waist, Henry had me flipped onto the mattress. I squealed as he towered over me, one of those beautiful curls dangling across his forehead.

His hand flew to my mouth, making my eyes form into saucers.

“I think you’ve had your fun, kitten,” he growled. “My turn to play.”

There was nothing sweet or loving about the way he all consumed me. The way he never took his hand off of my mouth. The way the force of his hips against mine was nearly painful.

But I saw that glimmer in his eyes.

He pulled me so close to him that I could feel his breath tickle my nose. “Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” He snarled.

I was almost relieved that his hand shielded the cries I so desperately wanted to release.

“You’re such a little brat for trying to fuck Daddy in his sleep.”

He nipped at my neck and collar bone. His pace seemed to only quicken as his nails dug into my hip. Every thrust jarred my body, making me whimper into his palm.

“Is my little kitten sorry?” His head tilted to the side as one of his brows rose.

His hips never faltered.

I nodded as much as he allowed me to.

The smirk that teased on his lips alone could have sent me over the edge.

“Then cum for Daddy.”

[mrsevans90]

Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 11

Y'all, this GIF is down right SPICY but it fit the smut in the story so well I had to ☺️

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller 

Warnings: SMUT, Emma getting an attitude, Sy yelling, detailed PTSD flashback, bodily function/embarrassment, self-deprecating talk, language

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own. 

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading! 

Part 10

I wake up still in the same position that I fell asleep in, on Emma’s chest and notice that my body feels incredibly stiff. Her gentle breathing and steady heartbeat are comforting even though I’m incredibly embarrassed and just want to pretend last night never happened. I have a feeling this is going to be a very long day. I notice the amount of light cascading in from behind the curtains must make it late in the morning, but considering I had a very active night I’m not surprised that I slept in. I carefully lift my head to see if Emma is awake and am startled when I see her big beautiful eyes staring down at me. 

“Good morning.” She says quietly.

“Mornin’.” I reply.

“How are you feeling?”

“Stiff. What time is it?” I ask her somewhat brusquely.

“It’s 9:38.” She answers after looking at the time on her phone.

I sigh and sit up so that I’m faced away from her. 

“Let me make us some breakfast. I’m hungry.” She quickly gets up and goes to the restroom to take care of her morning routines before she exits and walks to the bedroom door.

“Come down to eat after you’re done in the bathroom please.” She says quietly while I’m still pondering my next move as I sit on the edge of the bed. The tension and embarrassment oozes from my body as I sit there attempting to contemplate how to handle this. I haven’t been in this situation before. Alex has seen me have a small flashback at work once, but we didn’t have to talk about it. My grandparents certainly don’t know the extent of my PTSD because I purposely keep it from them. They don’t need to know how mentally damaged their loving grandchild has become. Aika is really the only one who has ever witnessed the extent of my depravity and luckily, she can’t talk or judge me for it. She’s just a silent witness who snaps me out of it with a bark or licking my face. Emma is the only person to ever see how badly it really is and I just don’t even know what to say to her. I force myself up and relieve myself in the bathroom before brushing my teeth and getting myself ready for the day. I look at my reflection in the mirror and wonder just how I got this screwed up before heading to the kitchen. 

Emma is humming to herself as if nothing has transpired as she flips pancakes on the stove. She has coffee brewing in the pot and has sat out my favorite mug that has a picture of a donkey on it with the words, “Do I Look Like a Jackass?” written across it. It was a gift from one of my warhorse buddies, Harper. 

When she hears me approach, she turns and silently fills the cup with coffee before handing it to me with a shy smile. Seems the poor thing is also trying to figure out what to say and coming up blank.

“I hope pancakes sound good to you. I also made some bacon and saw there’s some fruit in your fridge but I’m not sure how old it is.”

“That’s more than enough. Thank you.” 

I drink my coffee while she turns back around to work on the breakfast. Once it’s made, I set the table and refill our coffee cups while remembering to add the coffee creamer that I now buy specifically for Emma since she likes hers sweet. Just like her.

We sit down and I’m aching to avoid the subject but I know I just need to get it over with.

I clear my throat. “Breakfast looks really good. Thank you.”

“Anytime, baby.” She replies and I want to smile.

“I um… I’m really sorry about what happened last night. You shouldn’t have to see me like that or put up with it and I just want to apologize.”

“There is nothing to apologize for. I’m grateful you opened up to me a little bit, honestly.”

Unwillingly, I think to myself. I take a deep breath.

“Maybe, this thing between us is moving too fast.” I blurt out.

“By this thing, you mean our relationship? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I thought we were exclusive after our conversation the other day. Is this you trying to end things with me?” She says angrily.

“I’m just no good for you. You shouldn’t have to deal with a grown man who has nightmares.”

“I think that I should be the one to decide who or what is good for me. I’m a grown woman who has plenty of my own baggage and I’m not going to allow you to throw this away because you’re embarrassed or trying to protect me from the one person who doesn’t pose a threat to me.”

“I absolutely pose a threat to you!” I yell and slam my fist against the table. “Wasn’t last night enough to show you? I was wielding a rifle dreaming that I was back in active war. Damnit Emma! Don’t be naïve. I could have shot you, or hit you. I could have thought that you were the enemy and there’s no way you would have been able to fight me off! I should have ended things before it got to this point and I’m sorry that I didn’t. I was being selfish and wanted more time with you but I realize now how dangerous that is.”

“NO.” She crosses her arms and straitens her back defensively.

“No?” I repeat in quiet shock.

“No.” She stares at me with a look of fire like a mother chastising her child and even though she’s so tiny I feel myself cower back a little.

“You are ruining the best thing I’ve ever had because you are scared, Austin! And I understand how scary it was, believe me, I was there watching you fight a battle in your own mind. But I’m not afraid of you and I never will be. You need to understand that we both need each other and I am good for you whether you choose to believe it or not. You’re jumping to a conclusion either to punish yourself or me because you’re embarrassed that I know this about you now and I will not tolerate it. Last night, you protected me from what you thought was danger even in your flashback. You will not hurt me and I know it.”

I sit there for a minute stunned by what she said.

“What do you mean?”

“I’d be happy to tell you everything from my perspective if you could stop trying to dump me and actually have a vulnerable conversation with me like an adult.” She snarks.

Damn, she’s throwing some verbal punches this morning and it’s kinda sexy.

“Alright, I’m listening.” I announce and she takes a deep breath before speaking.

“I woke up to the sound of the bedroom door slamming shut and you running down the stairs. Aika jumped up and seemed concerned so I took her with me as I went downstairs, turning on lights as I went since you still had the house completely in the dark. I heard the backdoor slam open against the wall as you ran out and I held Aika back so I could shut the door until I could determine what was going on. When I turned on the patio lights I saw you run by with a rifle in your hands. I figured you might have heard an animal or intruder or something so I waited for a moment looking through the window before I heard you yelling. It was pouring rain so I struggled to hear you but you didn’t seem to notice the rain. You ran up against the backside of the house and were yelling different words, military lingo I guess, and aiming your rifle around the corner. Aika was going absolutely nuts barking and I almost let her out to get you but I wasn’t sure if your gun was loaded. Instead, I carefully made my way over to you and kept repeating, “It’s Emma, you are safe.” But when I got to you I could tell you were still actively dreaming, if that’s what we are going to call it. Your eyes were almost glassy but when I touched your shoulder, you immediately put your arm around me from behind to protect me and told me to get down and cover my head. You kept placing your body in front of me. I tried talking to you but you just kept asking me if ‘Lowell and Waites’ were still alive. I wasn’t sure what to say but I remembered the conversation that we had the first time I stayed here. I couldn’t get your attention since you were so absorbed in your mission, until I finally grabbed your face with my hands. That’s when you started to come back to me. You protected me from whatever threat you saw, not the opposite.”

I take a steadying breath and try to calm my heart rate. Hearing her talk about something I’ve done during a flashback is strange, because she’s the first to actually witness it and tell me what I did. I guess it’s like sleepwalking, or undergoing anesthesia where you remember specific events but they are different to what actually happened.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“I’m not. I hate that you had to go through that in real life, and again in your flashbacks but I’m glad that I was there to see it. I think I understand you a bit more and I want to be there for you.” She says earnestly.

“If you want to apologize for something, you can apologize for trying to dump me.” She says moments later with an attitude.

I can’t help but crack a smile at her gumption. She is something else.

“I’m sorry for trying to dump you.” I whisper and she stands and comes over to sit in my lap. 

“I accept your apology.” She smirks.

“Thank you for refusing to be dumped.” I look intently into her eyes. She kisses me sweetly before tapping my forehead.

“Let me in here. I can handle it, I promise. I want to know everything about you, even the bad stuff.”

“I just… I’ve never let anyone in.”

“Okay, imagine this. What if I kept all of my trauma about Colin from you. I know it’s not the same, but just imagine I didn’t tell you about him stalking me, or why I am the way I am about things. You’d be pretty pissed, right?”

“Obviously.” I tell her. “But that’s because I want to protect you.” 

“Exactly. I feel the same way. Now imagine if I told you that I kept it from you because I just didn’t think you could handle my drama.”

I roll my eyes.

“I never said you couldn’t handle it.”

“But you’ve thought that. Haven’t you?” 

“Maybe” I mutter petulantly.

“You’d be livid with me.” She smirks at me knowing she’s made her point thoroughly.

“Alright. I get it.” I put my hands up in surrender.

“I can handle this and I want to know everything about you. Even the stuff you keep locked away for whatever reason.”

“It’s pretty dark, Sugar. I don’t like thinking about it and I don’t like the idea of you thinking about it.”

“Again, not your decision to make.” She says.

“I decide what’s best for me and what I can handle. I promise you, I can handle this and if you just get that through your thick skull and let me be there for you, we’ll be good as gravy.” She said while thumping my forehead.

“Ow, woman!” I say before I tickle her sides. 

“Fine. I’ll be better about opening up. I just might need your help and your patience because I’ve kept all of my shit buried away essentially my entire adult life.”

“They teach you to do that in the military?” She asks with an eyebrow arched.

“Pretty much.” 

“Well, I’m going to help you undo that.”

“I don’t know that I’m going to like that process.”

“You’ll be fine.” She says before kissing me gently. “I’ll use my sexual prowess if I have too.”

“Seduce me to learn my secrets? You little minx.” She giggles at my joke and I breathe a sigh of relief that we can joke about it at this point.

“Do these flashback episodes happen often?” She asks.

“Nah, this is the biggest one I’ve ever had. I’ve had a few small ones, but nothing this involved before. Maybe once or twice a year before this. It’s usually triggered by something when I’m really tired.”

“What do you think triggered you last night?”

“If I had to guess, I’d say the storm. Likely the thunder was similar to an explosion or something in my dream.” I say quietly and she just nods and strokes my cheek.

“Do you have Nana’s brunch today?”

“Nah, she’s got some clothing drive thing at the church that she’s doing. I’m glad because I don’t need her scrutiny today.”

“Does she know about the episodes?��

“Not really, just always told her it was nightmares. I think PawPaw likely has an idea having been a veteran himself, but he keeps it to himself which I appreciate. I don’t need Nana trying to convince me to join some VA group to talk about my problems.”

“What’s so bad about those groups? I only ask because I have no frame of reference.”

“Nothing, those things are really good for some people but it’s just not for me. I tried once or twice after I retired and felt worse after them. Just not the type to get up in front of strangers and talk about my issues.”

“Survivor’s guilt.” Emma mutters and I glance at her somewhat annoyed.

“Think you’ve got me all figured out then?” I ask haughtily.

“No. Not at all as a matter of fact. I know there’s a lot more that you haven’t shared with me. That’s fine, for now. Just don’t get mad at me for being here for you. I don’t deserve that.” 

My iciness cools immediately and I agree with her. She’s just wanting to be here for me in a way nobody else has ever been.

“I’ll do my best, Darlin’.” I admit while tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“That’s all I can ask for.” She kisses me sweetly.

“What do you want to do today, Sugar? That is if you want to spend the day with me.” I ask her.

“Shut up, of course I do.” She says as she rolls her eyes and I growl at her. 

“Mmm.. I need to go to the grocery store and do some meal prep, but other than that I’m open to whatever.”

“Want to go to the store together? Hell, it certainly wouldn’t hurt me to bring my lunch a few days rather than eatin’ fast food all the time.”

“Ohhh! I love that. I can prep lunches for both of us.” She says excitedly and I can’t help but smirk at her.

“You don’t have to do all that work.” I say, thinking that I can cook my own.

“I really don’t mind. I have to cook mine anyway.”

“Alright, how about this. I buy all the groceries for us, and you cook the meals.”

“No baby, I’m offerin’ to cook for you. I don’t need you to buy my food.”

“Nah, that’s the deal Sugar Pie. Take it or leave it.” She arches her eyebrow at me and I can’t help but chuckle and smack her round little ass.

“Fine, but I’m not happy about it.”

“Military negotiation training continues to pay off.” I chuckle at her reaction. She attempts to tickle me, but I gently grab each of her wrists effectively handcuffing her hands by her sides. 

“Geez, Sy, I knew you were strong, but damn.” She says as she attempts to wiggle out of my grasp. She doesn’t realize that she’s also wiggling her ass against me and in a matter of moments, she’s going to feel what it’s doing to me.

I let go of her wrists and she acts like she’s done playing before she turns around quickly and shoves her fingers against my ribs. I jolt from the chair sideways as she laughs freely at what she thinks is winning this game.

“Oh, ya wanting to play?” I say with a smirk and when I reach for her she jumps up and takes off running. Before I even realize it, we are giggling like school children as I chase her up the stairs. The dogs are barking wildly and poor Aika has Mills jumping all over her in an attempt to start wrestling. They slowed me down by getting between me and Emma so she got a little bit of a head start. Eventually Aika gives in and the start playfully wrestling in the hallway. I catch her at the top of the stairs, my long legs being no match for her short but fast stature. Emma squeals exuberantly when I pick her up from behind and haul her over my shoulder. She’s panting and I realize I might’ve played too rough so I gently slide her down my body, taking care to be intentional with where I placed my hands.

“Shit! I didn’t think about your period. I didn’t hurt ya did I?” 

She smiles before shaking her head, “it ended last night. You didn’t hurt me baby, but thank you for checking.”

“Well in that case,” I say as I haul her back up on my shoulder, “I’m going to finish what I started.” She squeals again before smacking me on my butt.

I slap her ass that’s now exposed since she was still only in my shirt and grope it gently before throwing her on the bed on her back. I lay beside her on my back as we catch our breaths from our little game of cat and mouse.

“That was fun.” She giggles.

“Sure was.” I turn to her and smile. 

“Now what?”

“Well, I don’t think I’d let you go to the grocery store without pants on, so as much as I hate to, I suggest you get dressed.” I respond as I gently rub my big mitt against the soft skin of her leg.

“Mmm, maybe later. I don’t think I’m done playing.” She admits seductively before gently placing her hand delicately against my clothed cock.

“That so?” I ask her and she nods. My heart starts beating quicker as she begins rubbing against me.

“Right now, I think I’d like to get you undressed.” She says seductively before her hand slides under the hem of my shirt. I lean up and quickly pull it over my shoulders tossing it somewhere in the room. I’m about to lean over on top of her when she pushes me back and her hands slide under the waistband of my shorts and boxers. She grasps my erection firmly before pulling at my shorts and boxers to remove them, so I lift my hips to assist her. Once those are off, Emma begins kissing across my abdomen while simultaneously jerking my throbbing erection. My hands are everywhere and nowhere at once, like an overwhelmed kid given free range in a candy store.

“Fuck, Sugar. What brought all this on?” I rasp as I grab a handful of her ass.

“You trying to dump me.” She says and I pause and look at her concernedly. 

“Gotta remind you what you’d be missing out on.” She smirks before pulling my t-shirt off of her body and exposing her flawless breasts. She immediately pushes them against me and my responding growl has her grinning. Her warm, soft skin rubbing against my torso has me aching to take control and flip her over. Emma’s tiny hand still pumping my cock has me frozen and her gorgeous body, now only clad in a little pink thong has me hypnotized. I can’t stop myself from humping further into her hand as I feel her warm breath slowly making her way up my torso before sucking on my neck.

“Sugar, you’re playing a real dangerous game here.” I warn as she bites and sucks a hickey right above my collarbone. At the same time, I’m so hard that it’s painful and beads of precum are continually leaking from my slit as she uses it for further lubrication towards her ministrations.

Emma sucks on my earlobe before lightly whispering in my ear, “Ah, I like playing games with you.” Goosebumps erupt all over my skin and that’s when my resolve breaks.

Without thinking, I flip Emma over and tear her tiny thong to shreds as I rip in from her body. She gasps with either surprise or overwhelming need but I don’t pay attention as I pull her in for a brutal kiss. She starts to try and take control back by grabbing at my forearms, but I quickly trap both of her arms above her head using one of my hands to secure them. 

“Now who’s in control?” I ask her smugly as I take in her beauty. Her breasts, peaked and heaving from the excitement are so sexy that I ache just from looking at them. Her little belly ring shimmering in the sunlight that streams in from the window somehow makes me even harder.

“Still me. I say stop and I know you’ll immediately discontinue what you’re doing.” She smiles triumphantly.

I smirk at her, because she’s exactly right. She holds all the power here, and I’m damn glad she knows it. Seems she wasn’t able to have that in her last relationship and I’ll do everything in my power to see that she knows she’s in control. 

“You’re exactly right, Darlin’.” I say with a smile and her returning grin stuns me.

“Lucky for you, I like it when you take control and toss me around.” She divulges as she squirms under me and I can’t help but rut against her legs.

“That so?” I ask and she nods dumbly.

“Well ask and you shall receive.” I say before capturing her lips in a messy kiss. I trail my other hand slowly down her body before inserting my middle finger into her core and keen as she moans in pleasure at the intrusion. I pump a few times before adding a second finger and her body arches pleasantly off the bed.

“Fuck, Sy!” Emma shouts as I curl them in search of her g-spot. I grin victoriously when I know I’ve found it based on the reaction of her body. I start worshipping her titties that are so conveniently pressed right in front of my mouth and that seems to spur her on. I’m leaking all over her thigh as I’m so turned on but I need to get her there first.

I’m still holding her arms above her body and that’s how I keep her still as she squirms and moans exuberantly once her first orgasm washes over her. I observe the pure bliss ease across her facial features as she reaches her climax and I can hear the audible squelch of her arousal each time I pump my fingers into her core. After I’m sure to help her through it, I slide my fingers out and wipe the juices along my shaft, squeezing it to release a little bit of pressure as I do. I look at a completely blissed-out Emma as I pump myself a few times before I hear her quietly request, “Fuck me, Captain Syverson. Fuck me hard.” 

I groan before capturing her lips in a filthy kiss before I flip her over. I lift her hips up off the bed and am appreciating the view of her perfect little peach and round delicious ass in the air before she shakes it at me. I smack her ass before sliding in and barely giving her time to recover as I slam into her. 

“Y’okay?” I ask after she gasped loudly and she nodded before pushing herself further back on me. 

I groan and she does it again so I stay there perfectly still for a few moments as I watch the erotic way Emma fucks herself on my cock in doggy style position. Her back is perfectly arched and she flips that mane of hair over her shoulder as she drives herself back on me again. Fuckin’ hell. I can't help myself when I wrap her hair around my fist as I fuck her harder.

My hands are in tight fists as I’m trying to keep from busting a nut so soon after we started but I know I’m not going to last long. I grab ahold of her hips and drive myself into her sopping wet core and focus on getting the angle right. I know I’ve gotten it when I feel her flutter around me. 

“Yeah? Ya like that? Takin’ Sy’s cock all the way up in your tummy? Mmm, mmm, mmm, you look so fucking good like this, Sugar. This perfect ass slamming against me as I fuck that sweet, juicy peach.” I tell her and her moans get louder.

“Tell me, Darlin’. Tell me how it feels.” I probe her.

“Ah! Fuckkk! You feel so good, baby. So big and… and full and deep. Fuckin’ me better than I’ve ever had.” 

“Yeah? This is easily the tightest, tastiest little peach I’ve ever had before. You were made for me. Made to take this cock.” I say and she moans. I slide my hands from her hips and grope her ass before putting my thumb around her tight little ring of muscle.

“You gonna let me in here one day, Sugar?” She clenches all around me and I almost blow my load.

“May…maybe.” She says as I continue to rut into her. I add a bit more pressure with my finger and feel her clamp down on me as her second orgasm ravishes throughout her body. 

“Fuck, Sugar, you’re squeezin’ me so tight. I’m gonna cum.” I tell her and she moans as I piston in and out of her at a quicker pace to reach my high. My balls are heavy and full and I grunt as they tighten to my body when my orgasm washes over me. I still as deeply as I can in her wet heat as I paint her insides with ropes of cum and gently drape myself across her back that is now limp on the bed. 

Emma whimpers as I remove myself from her and I quickly push the leaking cum back into her when it starts to leak out. 

“Y’alright, Sugar?” I ask as she doesn’t move.

“Mmm.” She replies and I don’t know if that’s a yes or a no.

“Fucked you speechless huh?” I chuckle as I stand up and turn on the shower. The sweat dripping down my chest makes me want a cold shower, but I know Emma won’t have that so I get the warm water running before I go back to get her. She’s still completely spread out on the bed on her belly like I left her. I roll her over gently before lifting her up bridal style and carrying her to the bathroom. I set her on the toilet and am shocked that she pees without making me leave the room, but I don’t comment on it. She shuffles over to wash her hands before pulling her hair up into a messy bun. I wash my hands and check the shower temperature before she wraps her arms around me. I’m sweaty but she doesn’t seem to care as she rests her cheek against my chest. I aim the water on us and soap us up cleaning the sweat and the remnants of our tryst from both of our bodies. I kiss her forehead gently and she just smiles and nuzzles further into my chest with her eyes closed. After our shower, I quickly dry her off as well as myself before I clean up the clothes thrown around the room. Her little panties are in shreds and I remind myself to offer to pay for them as I throw them in the wastebasket. 

“You’re awfully quiet.” I voice aloud and she smiles.

“I think I’ve been asleep while standing up that whole shower.” She replies and I chuckle.

“You must’ve been. Didn’t even make me leave the room when you went to pee.” I joke and her eyes snap open in realization. 

“Oh my god, I didn’t. You saw me pee.” She says as she places her face in her hands in embarrassment. 

I laugh loudly because she must’ve not even notice me pee after her while she was washing her hands.

“It’s alright, I won’t tell anyone. I peed while you were washing your hands if that makes you feel any better.”

“It doesn’t. I’m so embarrassed. I didn’t even think, your sexpertise made me almost comatose. I claim insanity.” 

“You know I don’t care about that. You could even fart in front of me and I bet it would be adorable.” Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say.

“ABSOLUTELY NOT. That would be mortifying. I would have to move out of the country.” She says dramatically and I laugh.

“You really think that we could live a whole life together, married with babies, grandbabies, and even great grandbabies and I wouldn’t see you pee or hear you fart?” I ask her seriously and am surprised when she shyly smiles.

“You think about us living a whole life together?” Truth time.

“Honestly, yeah. I’ve thought about it a few times. I know it’s early on, but it’s nice to think I’d be capable of having a future like that, and it’s even nicer to imagine it with you. Plus, it’s kind of hard not to when Nana is practically marrying us off in every phone call I have with her.”

Emma’s cheeks blush pink and I’m glad I was honest with her.

“I think that sounds amazing.” She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me and I swear my heart beats for this woman.

Part 12

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A Day In May - oneshot.

Summary: It proves to be a birthday to remember for Henry and his wife…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, language, dialogue heavy, a couple of sensitive topics mentioned but no detail, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 2992

A/N: Remember, this is pure fiction (as in completely made up) and not in any way meant to reflect reality. My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

A Day In May - oneshot.

"Good morning birthday boy!" Henry rolled onto his back, his eyes adjusting slowly to the early morning light.

"Mmm, g'morning… you're up early."

"Well, who was gunna make breakfast if we both slept in? I made you your favourites; pancakes, Belgian waffles, and pan aux raisin. There's even a little bowl of fruit for you to ignore…" He chuckled as he sat up and helped her guide the tray over his lap.

"Aren't you having any?" Her eyes quickly darted to the floor.

"Er, maybe later—"

"Oh no, don't tell me you're still not feeling the best?" She had in fact been sick all morning and had even used the downstairs toilet so as not to wake Henry up.

"I'm fine! I felt a little peaky when I first woke up but it's passed. Anyway, when you're finished, have a quick shower and come downstairs, there might be a gift or two waiting for you in the kitchen…" She shot him a wink while he guiltily sipped his coffee. Henry knew she'd already gone to great lengths to make his fortieth birthday a success. For weeks she'd been planning a huge party at their favourite private member's club in London. Everyone they knew was going to be there and it promised to be a night to remember.

"Are you sure you're alright though? I mean I know you've worked hard on today but we can always cancel and just spend the day together if you're not feeling the best?" She scoffed and waved a hand in the air.

"Nonsense, I'll be alright. There's no way I'm missing my old man's birthday! Tell me, seeing as I'm still the better part of a decade away from it, how does forty feel so far?" He responded to her smirk with one of his own.

"Why? Do I look forty?!" She pursed her lips, remaining silent as she plucked a couple of blueberries off the tray. "Oh my God, you cheeky cow!"

"What?! You're as handsome now as the day I met you…" Henry pulled her into a headlock.

"Hey! Let go, you're messing up my hair!" Suddenly her stomach churned and she felt her mouth moisten. Clearly, the fruit and the headlock had proved a mistake. She dashed to their ensuite bathroom with him throwing back the covers so he could run after her.

"Darling! Oh God… I'm so sorry. There we are, oh sweetheart…" She continued retching into the toilet bowl as Henry held her gathered hair on top of her head. When she was finished, he hoisted her up and sat her down carefully on the edge of the bath. "I think I'd better ring the doctor's, don't you?" She looked into Henry's panic-stricken eyes as he carefully rubbed the sides of her thighs.

"Darling, I'm really alright, it's just a virus. So long as I'm careful about what I eat and don't go too crazy tonight, I'm sure I'll be okay."

"Well, we'll see. For now, I want you to get back into bed. Come on…" He tried to take her by the hand.

"Henry, I don't need to be babied! Honestly, stop being such a fusspot." But she started to sway unsteadily on her feet. Henry caught her before she fell and swiftly put her back in their bed.

"Right, that's it. I'm calling the doctor. You're so pale you look like a ghost!"

"Wait, Henry… don't. There's no need to call them." He looked up from searching through the contact list on his phone.

"What, why? Darling, you're not at all well. Hang on let me get you some water…" Henry wedged the phone in the crook of his neck while he refilled her glass in the bathroom.

"Henry, you won't get through at this time. Besides all they'll tell me to do is rest and drink plenty of fluids."

"How do you know that? Have you already spoken to the doctor?" She took the glass of water from him, carefully avoiding eye contact.

"Yes, and he said I'll be fine so stop please stop worrying. I just want you to enjoy your birthday." She sipped the water slowly and rested her head against the headboard so she could close her eyes. Henry took a seat on the edge of the bed and caressed her hand.

"Are you feeling any better, love?" He spoke tenderly which only made her feel worse. Today was supposed to be about him and already things were getting off track.

"Mmm, though I'm sorry I've ruined your birthday breakfast…" Henry scoffed and got back in bed beside her.

"Rubbish, you know nothing comes between me and food. But I'll take the tray downstairs if the smell's making you feel worse?" She shook her head and he cautiously began chomping his way through a pastry. She attempted to change the subject, more to keep her mind off the food than anything else.

"So, are you looking forward to tonight?"

"You're damn right I am! It'll be nice to have everyone gathered together again. I've not seen most of them since the wedding."

"I know, I can't believe that was only last month."

"Me either. What can I say, time flies when you're married to a stud…" Henry leaned in and peppered her cheek with crumb-filled kisses. She breathed hard. "Are you sure you're alright? I feel awful sitting here stuffing my face when you're not well." She looked into his pale blue eyes and sighed. She then eased herself off the bed and walked slowly around it. Henry pushed the tray aside and stood to face her. "What is it?" He took her face gingerly into his hands. For a while, he could see the wheels turn in her head. Clearly, she was struggling to find the right words.

"Henry, I…" She faltered and instead pulled his hands down to rest on her stomach. Henry's eyes went wide.

"You're… you're pregnant?" She nodded weakly, her eyes filling with tears when she could see the ones in his. Eventually, he choked out a laugh. "Oh my God… Oh my God!" She took a few steps back while Henry ran backward and forward whooping and cheering. He then lifted her into the air, quickly dropping her back down when he remembered she was still feeling queasy. Instead, he settled for holding her tight. "You're pregnant… you're pregnant!" Henry broke down in tears once again and they stood, swaying and crying together until the noise caused both Copper and Kal to nose their way into the bedroom to inspect the commotion. "Guess what, guys? Mummy's having a baby!" He danced around excitedly, whipping the dogs into a similar if rather confused, frenzy. When she could get Henry to stand still again, he dotted her face with more kisses.

"Henry… Henry stop!"

"Oh, sorry, are you still feeling sick? Here let's sit you down…" A sinking feeling washed through her as she was plonked onto the edge of the bed. "Darling, what's the matter? You're going to be a mum! Aren't you thrilled?" She brushed the tears from her cheeks.

"Of course, I am! I want this just as much as you, it's just that…"

"What?" Then it dawned on him. Henry mentally kicked himself for not realising how bittersweet that moment must have been for her. He softly stroked her back. "Oh darling… what happened last time won't necessarily happen again—"

"But I'm only four weeks! I didn't want to tell you so soon but then I started getting morning sickness and… and…" Her voice trailed off. "Oh Henry, what if we lose it?! I can't go through that agony again…" Her head fell into her hands as she sobbed. Henry swivelled off the bed and kneeled in front of her.

"Ollie, listen very carefully to me, sweetheart. I want you to know that no matter what happens, either now or in the future, I'm right by your side and always will be. Nothing is going to change that, okay? Darling, look at me…" But her eyes were still awash with fear.

"… I'm so scared Henry. This is such a big change, are you sure we're really ready? It's not like having another dog, it'll be really hard work at first. God, the responsibility of it all…" His heart ached for her.

"I know sweetheart, but remember things are very different this time. We have each other and I'm also going to make sure you get the best possible care. If anything does go wrong, we're going to figure it out and work together, alright? We can even get a nanny if that'll help at first?" She flung her arms around Henry and went to kiss him before stopping herself. "What? What is it?"

"Well… my mouth still tastes awful!"

"Don't be silly. You're perfect!" He pulled her up off the bed and kissed her hard. For a while, they just stood holding each other steadily.

"And don't worry about a nanny, I'm sure we'll manage. I'm not a great sleeper anyway and I've looked after my sister's kids when they were newborns. Once you get into a routine things settle down eventually… Henry? Are you listening?"

"Yeah, sorry. It's just, wow… we're gunna be parents!" She beamed up at Henry. "I just can't believe it… when did you find out? Do you still have the test? When are you due?!" She smiled as he fired off each excited question, and reached into her bedside cabinet. She pulled out a thin, blue, and white stick. When she handed it to Henry, he blinked a couple of times at the two pink lines before his eyes swelled with tears once again. He then kissed the stick and let out another excited cheer. She felt so happy - not to mention relieved.

"I'm not sure it's very hygienic to kiss that you know," she teased. "I took it a few days ago when I started feeling off. I don't know what made me do it, something just felt… different. The baby should be due no later than December. To be honest I'm surprised it happened so quickly, I thought we'd have more difficulty—"

"So I shot and scored on the first try?! Wait a minute, if you're four weeks… that means you must have conceived on our wedding night!"

"… Oh my God, you're right. Are we really that tacky?!" Henry chuckled.

"Aww, I'm so thrilled though! Honestly, you've made me the happiest man alive. And don't worry, I'm gunna be here to get everything sorted—"

"But Henry you've got to go away again in June—"

"No bloody fear! I'm not leaving now that you're pregnant!"

"Why not?! Henry you've got to go back to work!"

"You must be joking, I'm not missing you being pregnant!"

"Well, once I'm out of the first trimester things should hopefully go a lot smoother anyway. Honestly, you won't be missing much—"

"I don't care, I'm not missing any of it—"

"But Henry I'll need you here when the baby's born, it's better that you're away now and here later, trust me."

"Well, we'll see how things go, I have no problem taking another year out if I have to, you and the baby are far more important to me." He gently cradled the lower half of her stomach. "So, when can we tell everyone?"

"Not yet, we need to wait until I'm at least twelve weeks."

"God, it's going to be hard keeping it a secret…"

"I know, but it's for the best. I don't want it announced by your publicist either."

"That's okay, I completely agree. We will have to tell her at some point. After all, we don't want her catching wind of it further down the line. She's very good though, she'll make sure it's kept under wraps."

"Well, I certainly hope so. I mean, it's not like it's some dirty secret, but I don't want the stress of the media trying to release the story—"

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'll make sure everything goes as smoothly as possible. Now, when do we have to arrange to see the doctor?"

"I've already booked to see the midwife next week. It's only an hour-long appointment, you don't need to go with me…"

"Are you joking? I want to be involved every step of the way!'

"Well, I appreciate that but you must promise not to start becoming a fusspot over me?"

"But this is our first baby, you can't blame me if get a little bit protective!"

"I know but remember, until the later stages I can carry on pretty much as normal. I want to continue working for as long as I can, as well." Henry bit his lip.

"Darling your job can be very stressful, I don't want you juggling contract negotiations with being sick and tired all the time."

"The morning sickness should go away by the time I'm four to five months gone. To be honest, I've had it earlier than normal. Usually, it doesn't start until you're at least six weeks—"

"But maybe that's a good sign? Last time you said you had no symptoms so maybe everything will go smoother this time around?" She smiled at him sadly, always in awe of his eternal optimism.

"Well, I certainly hope so, God there's so much to do…"

"Don't worry, we've got eight months to get everything sorted. But what do we do about the party later? Do you think you'll still be up to going?"

"Yeah, I'll feel better as the day wears on. But I won't be able to drink so I'm going to have to fake it somehow. I hope no one cottons on…"

"You'll be fine, just make sure you stick close to me so that if you want to leave we can call a cab. God, I'm going to be a Daddy! I'm so excited! Aren't you?"

"Of course! My head's swimming though. We'll have to figure out what room we want to use as the nursery."

"Well don't worry, I can paint it in a day, just tell me what colours and furnishings you want—"

"Well that's the thing, is it okay if we don't find out whether it's a boy or a girl?"

"Oh, are you sure?"

"Yeah, I mean I don't think I'm going to have another, so it's tough shit if it's a girl, cos we won't be trying again—" Henry cackled.

"I'd love a little girl! Our family's full of boys so it'll be wonderful to have a daughter. Especially if she looks like you…"

"Oh God, what if she gets your arse chin?" He snorted.

"Well, that's just charming! There's nothing like a mother's love is there?!" Her face turned serious for a moment.

"Will you promise to look after them though? I mean whatever happens between us in the future, do you promise to always be there for them?" Henry felt his heart sink. The poor relationship she'd had with her own father was obviously weighing heavily on her mind.

"Darling, I've already promised that I will love and protect you both until I take my dying breath. Nothing will ever stand in the way of that, okay?" Her face still looked clouded with worry.

"… God I'm going to get so fat."

"Oh stop it, as long as you're both healthy and happy that's all that matters. And besides, I can always get you one of those electric scooters…" She swatted him on the arm.

"Oh Lord help me, it's gunna be a bloody long eight months…"

"Yeah, but it'll be a laugh too. And there are lots of positives. Just imagine how big those are gunna get…" Henry pointed at her chest, a look of pride on his face. "And this!" He gave her backside a determined pinch. She couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Think of all the baby classes we'll have to attend as well—"

"Oh no we're bloody not! We can do virtual ones, there's absolutely no sodding way I'm attending any of those with you!"

"What? Why not? How else am I going to learn about everything?!"

"Henry, you will just play up and then every week afterward I'll be too embarrassed to show my face! Besides, you're famous. I'm not having people come up and ask for autographs while I'm trying to practise breathing techniques!"

"Okay, you've got a point. But please don't worry, alright? I promise I'm going to be hands-on and do as much as I can to educate myself. I want to be involved as much as possible."

"Is that right? So you're going to get up in the middle of the night to do a feed? And change shitty nappies?!"

"Well, we can draw straws on that last one…" She smiled, realising that there was no one else with whom she'd rather embark upon the journey to parenthood. "So, do you think we'll have a girl then? What about names? Personally, I've always liked Henrietta," she scoffed.

"Henry, if you think I'm naming my daughter after you, you’ve got another thing coming!"

"What? Henrietta's a lovely name! Better than Ollie at any rate!" She thwacked Henry on the arm again.

"Don't be so bloody cheeky, or I'll take all your birthday presents back! Come on, enough about the baby for the moment, we can talk more about it later. Now let's go downstairs Daddy so you can open all your gifts—"

"Well don't worry, you've already given me the best gift I could have asked for! Thank you so, so much darling. I didn't even know I could feel this happy. Look, I know it won't always be easy, but there's no one else I'd rather do any of this with. You're going to be an amazing mother. I love you, sweetheart… best birthday ever!" They grinned widely at each other, shared another kiss, and went down to the kitchen holding each other's hand.

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[angryschnauzer]

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.

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Wordcount: 2244

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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”

[confessionbrain-writings]

Early Bird - Henry Cavill - (Grand Suite part three)

Summary: After your hook-up with Henry you decide to bolt while he is asleep to avoid awkward and forced conversations. But it appears that he has different thoughts about this. (This is part three of a Grand Suite. Please read A/N.)

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, groping, implied smut, tension

Word count: approx. 2,5K

A/N: Hi there babes. So here we are back again! Like I said in this post I didn’t expect the comments and love to the first parts, so let me thank you for that again. Furthermore I hope you enjoy part three.

English isn’t my mother tongue so apologies for typos or mistakes. Please let me know what you think, feedback is very much appreciated and adds fuel to my writing-fire.

Masterlist Grand Suite

Okay, counting down from three and then I will definitely get up, you told yourself. Lifting your head slowly from the warm, soft-curls-covered chest of the one and only Henry Cavill. 

You had no idea what time it was but looking out of the floor-to-ceiling windows you guessed it was somewhere in the night since the sky was still pitch black and only illuminated by some lights from the opposite buildings. 

Biting your lip you looked back and took him in, resisting the urge to brush the handsome deep-brown curl, which turned your insides to liquid, from his forehead. Staring at his gorgeous face, almost not believing you just slept next to him. Well actually, not next but on his muscular chest and in his mellow embrace to be exact. 

Three.. two.. one.. you silently sighed and slowly crawled out of his grip, being careful not to wake him up. Gently pulling the blanket to the side so you could scoot over the mattress. 

You paused and held your breath when he sighed deeply and furrowed his brow, moving slightly onto his side. Fuck, was he going to wake up? That was not exactly the plan. 

But only a few seconds passed when the crease between his brows disappeared and his breathing returned to a slow and steady rhythm again.  

A chill spread across your naked form as you tiptoed around the bed in search of your clothes. Soon you found your bralette, socks and shoes, jeans and buttoned shirt where only one button was hanging on by a threat. A smile tugged at your lips as a warm sensation coursed through your veins, the memory playing inside your head of how he had ripped your shirt causing the buttons to fly and scatter around the floor.  

Soundlessly you put on your bralette and decided to tie a knot at the front so it covered your upper body as decent as possible. When you didn't see your panties you sank to your knees and looked underneath the bed but there was no sight of them. Leaning back on your heels your eyes scanned the area around the bed but to no avail again. Where the fuck was that bloody thing?

You startled as Henry grumbled, turning onto his back and lifted his arm above his head which made your heart beat aggressively in your chest. Please don’t wake up, please don’t wake up.

As if your silent prayers were heard he kept sleeping and you mouthed ‘thank you’ as you got up and decided to leave your panties for what they were and put on your jeans, socks and shoes. 

Grabbing your bag you walked towards the door and gripped the cool golden handle. You looked over your shoulder to glance at him one last time and suppressed a whimper which made its way up your throat.

Hot damn. 

Due the turning onto his back the blanket had slipped, leaving his godlike upper body exposed. His bare, muscular chest was illuminated by the soft city lights making him even more impressive than he already was. Even though he was asleep and didn’t flex his muscles his bulging bicep beside his head was still huge and screaming at you to be touched. 

More memories from earlier clouded your mind and a throbbing need shot straight to your core. Gods, he was so freaking beautiful it almost made you whine and stamp your feet like a bratty child. Should you go back to bed? Lay your head on his warm, welcoming chest again? Maybe let your hand drift over his pecs, tracing the lines down over his abs and moving on to his c-

You swallowed thickly and shook your head. No. It was time to go, it was just a hook-up and you really didn’t feel like staying to have an awkward conversation at dawn. Besides that, he was a famous actor. Didn’t he have a lot more hook-ups? Did they stay the night? Did he care?

Whatever, it didn’t matter. You weren’t staying.

With the umpteenth sigh you carefully pressed the handle down, slipped between the small crack and very slowly let the door fall into the lock. The thick carpet muffled your steps as you made your way across the hallway and released a breath when you stepped in the elevator.

You stared at the off-white door of the grand suite across the hall till the elevator doors closed and broke off your sight. Leaning back you closed your eyes and couldn’t help when a smile crept up your face as you let the events from earlier roam free behind your eyelids. 

—

“You left?!” Jenny yelled the next day and you thought her eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. You had your hands wrapped around the coffee mug as you sat at your kitchen table. 

“Uh yeah?” You shrugged, “I would rather not have these awkwardness in the morning or even worse, have breakfast with forced conversation.” Scrunching your nose at the thought of it.

It wouldn’t be the first time you made that mistake. That’s when you decided to just fuck and leave afterwards. You had to admit that when Henry had asked you kindly to stay you were a bit surprised but he probably asked because he was a too decent man to send you out straight away. So you decided to take control over the situation and got out when you woke up.

Jenny clicked her tongue and put her coffee mug on the table while turning her body to you. 

“What?” You asked while narrowing your eyes, “are you judging me right now?” Raising a brow, curious to hear her response.

“No honey, of course not!” She exclaimed, “I know you usually leave but it’s just that I think you missed the opportunity to fuck him more than just once. Like, I don’t think that you would fuck for three days straight like in The Witcher even though thats sounds like a dream but he was still naked right?” she sighed and placed her hand onto your upper arms. “Wouldn't that indicate he would definitely want to go again? I mean, ready to go pound another round? You know, I take it back- I am judging you. When are you ever gonna ride his dick again? It’s Henry Cavill!”

You looked at her face which adorned a caring and curious look. “I-“ you started but closed your mouth again and let Jenny’s words sink in while hugging your steaming mug.

Did she have a point? Ah fuck, you guessed you could have gone for another round, but what if he wasn’t interested? Even though you had this massive crush on him it didn’t cross your mind. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was satisfied after the first round just like a lot of your previous hook-ups, but on the other hand he asked you to stay, even said please as he wrapped his arms around you. 

A knot started to form in your stomach the more you thought about it but you quickly shook your head.

“Okay, I get what you’re saying, but we’ve read that he likes to sleep naked so that doesn’t mean much. Besides it doesn’t matter now, I left,” you sighed and continued, “even though it was just one round, it was good, like really good.” A smirk appeared on your face which quickly was mirrored onto Jenny’s face. 

“Oh girl, even though I already have the most amazing boyfriend ever I still kinda envy you. But, being your best friend I’m really happy for you that you got some dick last night. And especially this one because it was a really good, big famous dick. How did you call him last time? Cuntpuddling right?”

You snorted, “yeah I did call him that and I can proudly declare my statement as truth.”

Together you laughed as you finished your coffee. 

—

Two weeks went by when you were sorting the empty beer-, and wine bottles in the back of the bar. Even though you liked working behind the bar and preparing drinks for the customers you also enjoyed escaping the bustling space. The sorting was almost therapeutical as you softly hummed along with the Bon Jovi song which was playing inside. You smiled when you heard the crowd sing-a-long when the chorus hit from ‘Livin’ On A Prayer’. 

The music got a fragment louder and then was muffled again, indicating that the door opened and closed as you heard heavy footsteps approach you. Thinking it was your boss Lance you called out to him. 

“I’m back here!”

You bent down to the last full box and grabbed a few bottles and started to place them in the empty crate.

“Almost done Lance, there was still a batch of bottles from the two bachelor parties yesterday and we didn’t had a change of sorting them yet, so it is taking me a bit longer.” Bending down again you grabbed the last bottles and turned around, looking for Lance to catch his response.

“Oh fuck me…” You couldn’t help as the words left your lips and almost dropped the bottles you were holding. It was him. Holy shit, it was Henry. He was here. Standing with you in the back-area of the bar looking at you with his arms folded across his chest.

“Mmm…” he hummed and tilted his head, “it seems like you keep forgetting to say please.” 

You swallowed thickly and sorted the bottles quickly, skimming your hands over your thighs after. 

“How did you get back here?” “Your lovely friend Jenny said that I could find you back here.”

Opening your mouth to react but you couldn’t form a sensible response, the surprise of him standing in front of you taking your tongue. 

God he was so fucking hot, it was unfair! But.. why was he here? A wave of heath spread all over your body. “I-“

“It seems you also forget saying goodbye before leaving.” He interrupted, looking a bit.. displeased?

“Look Henry, I-“

Before you could answer he took two big steps towards you. 

“Do you regret it?” He asked as his eyes searched your face, looking for an answer.

Your heart squeezed at the thought of him thinking you regretted the decision of your hook-up. So you quickly took a step forward, closing the space between the two of you.

“No, no not at all!”

Relief swept over his face as he sighed, letting go of a breath which he was holding before speaking again.

“I came by because you left something and I thought you might want it back.” The corner of his mouth twitched when he saw the questionable look on your face as he reached for his back pocket and revealed what looked like a black piece of fabric.

“What is-“ blood rushed to your cheeks as you recognized what he was holding. It was your black panties you couldn’t find before you left after your hook-up.

You gasped as you tried to snatch it from his hand but he was quicker and caught your wrist with his other hand. 

“I woke up and you were gone. Only a few buttons from your shirt and your panties were there. Why did you leave? ” He asked softly.

“Look, I didn’t know if you wanted me to stay. And to be honest I usually want to avoid an awkward morning with forced conversations. I’m sorry if you thought I left because I regretted my decision or didn’t like it. Because hell, I don’t regret a single second and I fucking loved it and I still think about it and I-“

With your other hand you clasped your mouth. Shit, fuck! Did you really just said this out loud? He chuckled at your rambling and tugged on your wrist to pull you towards him.

“Alright, alright I get it, Joanne.” His smile faded and his gaze dropped to your lips. Your heart rate and breath started to rise and you blinked a few times. Almost not believing your eyes and feeling like this wasn’t real.

Your hook-up was great, freaking great to be honest but you didn’t have any expectations because why would you? But now he was here. In the backroom of your work, holding you flush to his chest while he still held you panties in his other hand. Why was he here?

“Why are you here?” The thought slipped out of your mouth as your brows furrowed. Trying to make sense of the situation and comprehend why he was here. Just to hand back your panties? Nah.

“I also think about our night together, a lot,” his voice now an octave lower, “I needed to see you again.”

Your heart was already beating like crazy but it felt like it now did a back flip and at the same time skipping a beat. Despite your thrumming heart, a slight smile tugged at the corner of your lips as his words sank in.

“You wanted to see me?” He nodded.

“Again?” He grinned and nodded again. 

His hands made its way up, softly brushing your arms as he placed his warm palms on the nape of your neck while stroking your cheek with his thumb.

Oh gods, it felt like he held your whole body between his massive palms as his clear-blue eyes stared into yours. 

Your gaze dropped to his lips as you tried to get an hold on your panting breath. Before you could think he closed the distance between you and pressed his lips against yours.

A hot and cold sensation feeling almost like a fever broke out across your skin. The kiss was soft, sweet and very gentle. Different like the ones you had two weeks ago but nonetheless with the same hunger you've shared before.

His grip loosened and followed the curve of your spine, ending on your ass which he squeezed. A small giggle left your throat as he lifted you up and automatically you folded your legs around his waist while wrapping your hands around his neck, clutching the roots of his curls.

A low growl rumbled out of his chest, making you shudder when feeling the vibrations against yours, causing your nipples to harden. His grip tightened as he slightly repositioned you and you moaned when you felt his undeniable arousal press against you.

“Well,” breaking the kiss you scraped your throat, “if I recollect correctly we still have some unfinished business.”

“You’re correct and to be specific-“ he leaned in so his lips brushed your ear, “I owe you some lessons about consequences.”

It wasn’t hard to recall the promise he made two weeks ago when he hovered over you, naked. The thoughts from that moment and feeling him pressed against you right now made your skin loose and taught at once.

“And Joanne,” your heart fluttered at hearing your name roll over his lips again, “while we’re at it I will also teach you to say please when you ask me to fuck you.”

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2023 Character Wrapped

@geralts-yenn and @raccoon-eyed-rebel tagged me to talk about my favorite characters. And well, this is just too good not to pass up. So, join me, won't you?

Let's rank my favorite characters! (Based on # of times I have written them).

Under the cut to keep my ramblings off your dashboard...but you just know there are bunch of Henry Cavill-shaped bitches under this cut.

But, in what order??

Alright, let's get this party started with...

Walter Marshall - Night Hunter

I feel like this is absolutely no surprise that I've written the most for this grumpy bear. But, I just call him Daddy. Whether he be touch-starved, an enemy turned lover, falling in love like a love-sick puppy, taking a little "me time" for himself, or being the goodest boy as werewolf Wolfie. Even wrote a headcanon about his hobbies.

2. Clark Kent - Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League

I have loved the character of Clark Kent since I was a little thing, I'm obsessed with curly-haired nerds. Clark also is the only character I have written "fluff" for, be it praising what you think are flaws or surprising you for your birthday. I have written him as a Sub and as a Dom (in my only work that has surpassed 1k notes).

3. August Walker - Mission: Impossible - Fallout

I've never written August as the good guy, and there is a reason for that. In my head, he's the life-ruiner. He can be sweet (to you), but odds are he just killed a guy because the guy looked at you for longer than a second. I've written August as a pissed-off Dom who was sick of being interrupted, a very bad Daddy, and an Uncle who takes advantage of his nephew's girlfriend here(original) and here(director's cut).

4. Captain Syverson - Sand Castle

Oh, Syverson. My baby don't even got a dayum first name and he's popular. I've written him confronting a lover during a post-apocalyptic pregnancy realization, and as a married father-to be getting his beard trimmed and talking to his unborn daughter. He's also featured in my Werewolf!Walter Marshall story, and that's all I'll say about that. (Also, I've been referring to him as James Syverson in every iteration of the character that I have written for - I think.)

5. Mike - Hellraiser: Hellworld

My sweet baby boy. He is a guilty pleasure. I gave him a full series where he finds love and has quite the cast of characters as his family. But, technically, I only wrote the series because of what happened here and here, when his naughty Uncle slept with his girlfriend.

6. Napoleon Solo - The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

He's just so fucking sexy. I love him, your honor. He's been a suave and sexy older man wooing a young student over a good meal, and also started a series where he was falling hard for a woman in his apartment building (still in the early stages and I promise @deandoesthingstome that I will get back to this series).

7. Sherlock Holmes - Enola Holmes series

I have also loved Sherlock Holmes since I was a little kid. I thought he was the coolest person ever, but he's a curly-haired nerd so of course I loved him. I love when Sherlock is in love, whether he is ignoring his bratty wife until he takes matters into his own hands, or if he is having trouble coming to terms with new love.

8. Charles Brandon - The Tudors

This little shit. This redeeemable, sexy, fucking slut. I love him. I've only written him once, and it was a request! But, I enjoyed it. I loved writing him getting teased sexually and then taking control of the situation. So hot.

9. Humphrey - Stardust

Ok, not actually a fan of Humphrey, I've just written him. And that was all thanks to @sillyrabbit81's milestone celebration at the beginning of this year. This fic is kind of a weird egg, just, go with me though. The plot is: you and Humphrey are step-siblings who end up getting a little...involved. I'm not sorry for the title of this fic.

And to our last entry, the only non-HC character...

10. Lloyd Hansen - The Gray Man

What can I say? If I had the means, and I guess I really do but whatever, I would rank this man at #2 above Clark Kent. Because Lloyd-excuse me...Sir is one of my all-time favorites. I've included him inside larger stories as a bit player, see Bright Like the Moon (where he plays a bad man later in the series). But, I also wanted him to have his own show where he was the star, so I had him stalk and kidnap a girl and tie her up in the basement and call her Sunshine. I also wrote a little headcanon about his family, quirks, hobbies and his sleeping habits.

TL;DR: Walter Marshall is Daddy, Lloyd Hansen is Sir. And I need to finish one series before starting another. Maybe I will work on that. *snort*

I have written for a lot of characters, and I'm not gonna stop. I really wanna write so much more and my WIP folder is literally overflowing with things. I just started a new fic like the day I posted the most recent chapter of THiCC. What am I doing??

No pressure tags: @cardierreh15 @milknhonies @halfofmysoulsblog @xblackreader @xsapphirescrollsx

[thenightling]

The weird scapegoating of Joey Batey in The Witcher Fandom

I'm tired so I'm going to write this quickly. I know people don't want to think there is a toxic faction in The Witcher fandom but there is, there really is. And in the last two or three days I've seen a weird scapegoating of Joey Batey (who plays Jaskier) as the reason Henry Cavill is leaving.

First there are a lot of people who have been insisting on Facebook comments that the reason Henry Cavill left is because Jaskier is now being portrayed as bisexual. Several self-confident comments on places like the Witcher memes page saying things like "I bet that was the last straw." and "Yeah, it probably was. Dandelion loved women in the books! Women!" He didn't stop loving women, guys. The show goes out of its way to say the gender of his lover doesn't matter to him. He even slept with a polymorph (a shapeshifter). These fans also emphasize that "Dandelion" is his name, making me doubt they are book fans at all. Jaskier IS his original name in the original Polish novels. It directly translates to Buttercup. Dandelion was his name in the English language video games and novels. It's not the "correct" name. That's like arguing that Princess Peach needs to be called Princess Toadstool in the Mario franchise. These "fans" make me doubt they've been fans of Henry Cavill for long. They seem completely unaware that Henry Cavill was in the movie Stardust, based on the Neil Gaiman novel of the same name. And Henry Cavill was already a fantasy lover back then and a book purist and yet his character flirts with a male character who didn't even exist in The Stardust novel. Captain Shakespeare played by Robert de Niro. So no, Henry Cavill, despite wanting book accuracy, probably didn't leave because Jaskier isn't strictly straight anymore. He doesn't share your thinly disguised homophobia. Another weird way I've seen Joey Batey become a target of the angry Witcher fans is there was an "article" calling Joey Batey "Judas" for saying he looks forward to working with Liam Hemsworth. Was he supposed to say f--k him!? This fandom is getting embarrassing. Actually, correct that. After Sophia from Mars' video essays revealed that there are white supremists who mistakenly think you're supposed to agree with the genocidal racist VILLIANS in The Witcher novels... This is turning into one embarrassing fandom.

[megalony]

Look at us- Part 6

Two updates for this Henry Cavill series in one day, I’m on a roll. I hope everyone likes it, feedback would be amazing.

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Summary: After losing a baby a few months ago, (Y/n) is still suffering horrible back pains that she needs strong painkillers to manage. But she has to be okay and in control to look after her family and she knows she is relying too much on pills to gain back her life and control.

Enjoy.

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Finally, a doctor.

A swell of relief bubbled up in Henry's chest when a doctor finally seemed to be coming their way. Over fifteen minutes they had been sat here waiting for someone to come and see them and take them to a free cubicle in the emergency room. Henry knew all cases here different but out of the other few people here, (Y/n) had to be the worst off. She was in and out of consciousness, throwing up, burning a fever and not breathing well. Everyone else was conscious with sprains or broken bones or tummy trouble.

"Here we go sweetheart." He whispered quietly before he started to run his fingers through (Y/n)'s hair.

He had taken the liberty of laying (Y/n) out over a few chairs with her head on his lap. At least laying on her side she could be sick or fall unconscious with ease, he didn't want to sit her in one of the chairs in case she hurt her neck or threw up again.

Henry watched with beady eyes as the doctor kneeled down in front of them and pressed his fingers to (Y/n)'s neck for a moment before leaning over to press a stethoscope to her back.

"How long has she been unconscious?"

"She's been in and out for over half an hour."

"Has she been sick?"

"Twice at home and once in the car." Henry kept his fingers raking through (Y/n)'s hair out of nervous habit to try and calm himself down and try to rouse (Y/n).

"Okay, bring her this way."

Moving from his seat, Henry turned round and bent his knees and slipped his arms beneath (Y/n)'s back and legs. When he picked her up in his arms he felt a little better when (Y/n) started to murmur quietly and her eyes tried to open. If she was awake then surely that was a good sign?

Henry followed the doctor past the recepotion desk and down to cubicle number six which was a fairly sized room with glass windows that were already covered with drapes for privacy. He silently moved over to the bed in the middle of the room and pressed his knees against the metal frame for support so he could gently lower (Y/n) down. The moment her back hit the bed she seemed to come back around almost immediately.

Her eyes managed to half open and a burning groan escaped her chapped lips showing she was now feeling some sort of pain and discomfort. In the car (Y/n) had only been responsive for a minute or so at a time and she didn't seem to be in any pain which confused and worried Henry. She had moved around in her seat, she seemed to feel very warm but other than that she just dozed in and out.

"Alright, walk me through what's happened." The doctor stood on one side and Henry stood on the other, running his hand up and down (Y/n)'s arm to try and relax her.

"She's had horrid back pain for months, she was in agony this morning and then slept most of the afternoon, then about an hour ago she woke up and collapsed. I couldn't get anything out of her and she was throwing up. I don't know what's happened."

There wasn't anything Henry could say that would help with what had happened today because he wasn't sure. He found it strange how (Y/n) had gone from agonising pain to sleeping for hours but he didn't know what caused her to collapse or be sick or react like this. She hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast which he and the kids had with her and none of them were sick like this.

"Any medication, painkillers, antibiotics? No allergies?"

Henry's eyes suddenly cast down to look at his wife with a cautious look and hesitation covering his face.

"I- she was taking tramadol, but the GP is weaning her off them, they weren't working." Henry leaned over (Y/n) like an angel blocking the bright lights from her sensitive eyes. He tried to smile and when her eyes managed to open and look at him, he took a deep breath. "Baby, have you taken any tramadol today?" He tried to speak slowly so she could hear him and understand him properly since she was barely awake as it was.

"Hm."

"How many?"

(Y/n) grumbled and tried to shake her head before a burning sob escaped her lips. She didn't know how many she took, she had just popped a few in her hand and swallowed them, it was a desperate measure to take away the pain that was now coming back with vengence.

Her stomach was in knots, she didn't know whether she wanted to be sick or claw at her tummy until the pains went away. Why wasn't someone making the pain go away?

"(Y/n), how did you take them? With water, alcohol... were they fast acting ones?"

"No, she has slow release tablets-" Henry cut himself off when he noticed (Y/n)'s arm was moving out towards the doctor. For a moment, he didn't know what she was doing and when he saw her curling her fingers into her palms, Henry was at a loss for what she was trying to tell them.

"Did you crush them?" The doctor leaned a little closer so he could hear (Y/n)'s response but the nod of her head seemed to straighten his posture. "She's overdosed. I need an IV, bloods taken and an anaesthesiologist on standby for sedation."

Oh God, what had she done?

Why didn't she tell him she had taken the tablets? He wouldn't have begrudged her with the amount of pain she was in but he would have tried to help her and tell her she couldn't crush them. He was completely sure that (Y/n) didn't mean to overdose, she probably thought if she crushed them it would take the pain away quicker. But it had flooded her system instead.

Henry raked his fingers through his hair and inched closer towards the bed when two nurses rallied into the room with a medication trolley alongside them.

"Henry..."

"I'm still here, sweetheart." Moving forward, Henry gently took hold of (Y/n)'s hand and smoothed his thumb over the back of her hand to try and calm her down because he could see she was starting to panic.

She felt like she was on fire. (Y/n) pulled her knees up to her stomach as much as she could manage with the pain and burning sensation firing up and down her spine. Her arms cocooned around her waist and her hands dug into her stomach, wishing if she held herself tight enough that it would remove all the pain she felt.

"(Y/n), can we take a blood sample?"

(Y/n) wasn't sure whether it was the nurse or the doctor who had asked her but she shook her head. They needed to make the pain go away first before they bothered to do anything else. She wanted to be sick, she wanted to cough and scream and fall asleep and break her back in two all at the same time. They needed to make it stop.

"Are you having pains, can I examine you?"

A bubbling cry left (Y/n)'s lips which seemed to be a silent agreement to his request.

Henry was careful and delicate when he cocooned her hands in his and slowly pulled her arms away from her stomach and held them up against his chest instead. He kissed her knuckles and rubbed the back of her hand, feeling his heart shatter when (Y/n) only continued to cry. She let the doctor carefully move her legs back down and turn her so she was laid on her back instead of her side.

"You're not pregnant, I presume?" His eyes flitted from (Y/n) to Henry when he realised (Y/n) wasn't in much of a state to answer.

"Uh, no."

(Y/n) felt like she was melting on the inside when the doctor started pressing his fingertips and then the heel of his hands into various places around her tummy. He seemed to prod and poke at her for hours and hours and (Y/n) tugged on Henry's hands, whining in discomfort. She wanted to go home.

"We need to take some blood, set up an IV with some narcotics which should attach to the tramadol and reverse the overdose effects. And I'd like an ultrasound to check that stomach pain."

Reaching round behind the back of the bed, the doctor picked up an oxygen mask and turned on the machine attached to the bottom of the bed. But when he tried to slip the mask onto (Y/n)'s face her hands desperately clawed in Henry's grip, wanting to fight and push away but she didn't hold enough strength.

"You need some oxygen in your system."

"Baby, baby please, calm down. You're alright."

Henry tried, he really tried to soothe her and keep her still and calm and relaxed but it wasn't working. The more he tried to stop her arms from thrashing around, the more (Y/n) cried and writhed and pulled her knees back towards her stomach and turned to the side.

"We need a sedative. Can you hold her arm steady?"

Leaning over, Henry kept his chest over (Y/n)'s to stop her from moving or sitting up and he held her hand in his and kept hold of her elbow to keep her arm in place. He didn't want to pin her down like this but he didn't have a choice. If she was going to get upset and unsettled then they needed her sedated so they could check her over and get her on something that would make her better.

Henry couldn't believe how quickly (Y/n) stopped thrashing against him only seconds after the needle was in her wrist.

When he was sure she was knocked out, Henry stood back up to his full height and moved to the corner to be out the way. His fingers tangled in his curls and started to pull on the strands from nervous habit as he watched an IV be inserted into (Y/n)'s wrist, another needle going into her other elbow to take two viles of blood and the oxygen mask be secured on her face.

She wasn't going to be happy when she woke up.

A rather large needle was added into the IV which Henry guessed was the narcotics which would counteract her overdose and hopefully settle her system. Then a bracelet with her name and date of birth was stuck around her wrist and an oxygen and heart rate monitor was clipped onto her finger.

After what felt like forever, the two nurses left the room, satisfied that (Y/n) was now okay and stable.

"I'll do a quick ultrasound of her stomach while she's sedated. You said she's had back trouble?"

"Yeah, we- she, lost a premature stillborn seven months ago now, since then she's had back pains almost constantly. That's why the GP put her on tramadol." Henry would be lying if he said he wasn't angry at the doctor for the way they had treated (Y/n) back then. When she complained about her back, she was told it would go away. Then when the pain didn't alleviate, he did a quick examination and said she needed tramadol and yoga exercises as if it was just her posture that was the problem.

Not to mention they kept repeating the prescription without asking (Y/n) for another examination or sending her for any scans or tests.

"We'll do an MRI while she's here, get that properly checked out."

"Can you do that while she's still sedated? She's claustraphobic, you won't get her in one otherwise." He didn't want to be a pain and Henry was pleased this man was taking (Y/n)'s problems seriously. But he knew if (Y/n) was awake, she wouldn't get in an MRI machine. They were too small and confined and she would feel stuck and the loud noises would send her over the edge.

"I don't see why not."

Grabbing a chair, Henry pulled it over to the side of the bed and sat down, holding (Y/n)'s hand against his lips while he watched the doctor pull over a small ultrasound kit.

"Alright, if there's any inflammation or blockage around her stomach or intestines we should see. It should just be a side effect, if she hasn't had any problems before now."

The screen was turned towards the doctor and therefore away from Henry but it wouldn't have made much difference. He couldn't see how doctors could see so much from a blurry, grey and black picture. He had a hard enough time with the scan photos for the kids when (Y/n) was pregnant, let alone trying to find anything wrong on those screens like this.

"Stomach is inflamed but otherwise fine... let's just have a look..."

Henry's mind started to wander and he rubbed at his eyes, trying to get his mind cleared. What time was it? He needed to ring his mother soon and tell her what had happened and see if she wouldn't mind having the kids tonight. There was no way (Y/n) was leaving today and Henry didn't want to leave her here when she hated hospitals. The last time he had to leave her he got a phone call saying she had ripped out all her IV's and tubes and was trying to leave.

"Mr Cavill?"

"Hm, sorry." He had been drifting away again.

"Your wife's pregnant... I'd guess around fourteen weeks. I'd like a midwife to come and examine her properly when she's awake. Losing a premature baby before puts her at high risk for complications."

Pregnant.

(Y/n) was pregnant again.

Was this why her back pain hadn't gone away yet? Was the baby even okay after all (Y/n) had been through these past few months? How were they going to go through this again after what happened with Lilah?

Henry couldn't wake up in the middle of the night again to the bedsheets soaked with blood and then spend two days going through labour to lose their baby girl. They had been given hope as well, that was the cruel part. The midwife kept assuring them she had a heartbeat and she had every chance of being okay. They were planning on putting her in the neonatal unit, they were past twenty four weeks which meant she could have been viable and able to survive outside the womb.

They had that small slither of hope right until she was born not breathing. He couldn't hear (Y/n)'s screams again or watch the way her heart broke or watch her almost hit a nurse to get her baby in her arms.

He wasn't burying another baby!

Oh, the feeling of seeing his baby girl in a box made Henry's stomach churn and his heart break all over again. They were barely recovering from that and trying to get back on track and into a normal routine again.

But he did want a baby. He wanted another little baby in his arms to coo at and nurture and sing to at night and feed and take out proudly with the rest of his family. And Henry knew (Y/n)'s arms were yearning to be full again and hold another baby that they could keep this time. They had talked about it, but it had been for the future, a few months from now when (Y/n) was feeling better and Henry was finished with this new project.

If they were having another baby, then it had to work out this time. It had to go the way it had with Brodie, Ella and Jesse. Not another Lilah.

How was he going to tell (Y/n)?

[free-for-all-fics]

Quick Random Superman thoughts/prompt things after watching Superman and Superman II. (Listen, I love Henry Cavill but Christopher Reeve was also incredibly handsome and I feel like he’s being slept on. But these can work for any version of Superman.)

1. Martha and Jonathan Kent were just driving along down the country road in Kansas when some sort of explosion in a nearby empty field caused their car to get a flat tire and veer off the road. Upon investigating the strange object that left a charred path in its wake, the couple discovered a boy and a girl, naked as the day they were born, climbing out from the crater, lifting their arms triumphantly with smiles on their faces. Martha and Jonathan wrapped the matching red and blue fabric they found in the strange object around your waists to cover your lower halves up. While Jonathan worked on replacing the flat tire, Martha marveled at the two of you.

“All these years, as happy as we’ve been…how I’ve prayed the good lord see fit to give us a child. And now here’s two. A boy and a girl.” She was ecstatic when you and the boy both hugged her, wrapping your arms around her neck and waist.

“Now the first thing we’ve got to do when we get home is find out who that boy and girl’s proper family is.”

“They haven’t got any. Not around here, anyway.”

“Martha, are you thinking what I think you’re thinking?”

“We could say they’re the twins of my cousin in North Dakota. And just now orphaned.”

“Oh, Martha.”

“Jonathan, they’re only babies.”

“Martha… Now, you saw how we found them. Martha Clark Kent, are you listening to what I’m saying?”

Though neither she nor Jonathan could know for sure, they had a feeling you were brother and sister, possibly even twins, if your resemblance in the eyes, face, or hair color was anything to go by. Or the superhuman strength when you both lifted their truck as if it was nothing more than a paperweight after the car jack slipped and gave out. That could’ve given it away too. And so the couple adopted you both, giving you the earth names of Clark and Y/N and raising you as their son and daughter. Your new birthday was the day they found you.

What would growing up with your alien brother and human parents be like? Your human father always used to say you were both brought to Earth for a reason. When you were both eighteen and lost him to a heart attack, you went all the way to the North Pole where you weren’t cold at all, where you discovered the living hologram of your biological father, Jor-El, who explained who you both were and answered any other questions you had. What would your human life be while Clark uses eyeglasses and a job as a reporter at the Daily Planet to disguise himself? How would you and Clark cover for each other when your secret identities almost get exposed, like when Lois throws herself into the rushing water to try to prove Clark is Superman? When she discovers she was right all along after she sees he has no burn on his hand from the fireplace, he’d have no choice but to come clean, not just about himself, but about you too and tell her yes, you’re his biological sister and yes, you’re the other superhero that’s been seen flying around with him. When he and Lois are forming their romance and going on dates, especially in the Fortress of Solitude, your brother doesn’t need to tell you twice. He doesn’t even need to tell you once. You make yourself scarce while he and Lois get intimate. You have much better things to do than awkwardly be around and act as a third wheel.

2. You’re either a citizen of Atlantis or Talokan. Either way, you live deep in the sea but somehow find yourself falling in love with Superman, the last son of Krypton, an alien from outer space, whether you’re aware of it or not. Maybe you met him as Clark Kent first. “A bird may love a fish, but where would they live?” story. A good ol’ “They’re from different worlds and can’t be together…or can they?” romance. You maybe use technology or some sort of powerful object to grant Clark the ability to breathe underwater so he can see your home. For a man (alien?) of such incredible powers, he can still drown. Uh oh if your brother is Arthur Curry/Aquaman and he finds out you’re dating Superman, especially before joining the Justice league. Not because of what he can do to Clark/Kal-El, but what Clark/Kal-El can do to him. Arthur grabbed Bruce by the collar and shoved him against a wall, but Bruce is just an ordinary human. Or you’re Namor’s daughter or sister and don’t have blue skin like the Talokanil so both you and Clark thought the other was human (surprisingly easy to hide your pointed ears with a hat and/or long thick hair and your winged ankles with the right kind of socks and shoes.) But oh no when you each discover the other isn’t human after all. You’re a mutant, he’s an alien. But maybe a match between the two of you could be used to form an alliance between earth and sea and possibly even space even though Krypton has been destroyed?

3. Sorta The Last Of Us inspired: You’re Clark Kent’s/Kal-El’s biological daughter. You’re not the result of some heinous science experiment involving cloning or stealing his DNA or anything of the sort. You were born normally, but during a dangerous situation in which Lois was under extreme stress and, for whatever reason, she had no other option but to give birth alone and cut the umbilical cord herself with a shard of green Kryptonite since it was the only sharp object around. You have inherited all your father’s powers just like your brothers Conner and Jonathan, but you’re immune to most, if not all types of kryptonite. Not just the green variety. Red, Gold, Yellow, Black... It doesn’t weaken or have any effect on you and you can’t be killed with it. You have no reaction to it at all. To you, it’s just a glowing rock. Pretty, but… Scientists are baffled and want to experiment on you to learn more, but no way in hell would your family let that happen. Over their dead bodies. Supervillains are eager to find out what your weakness is, if you even have one, but the villains are also a little terrified of you since they usually rely so heavily on Kryptonite and don’t really have a plan B yet for taking you down specifically without it.

4. In Superman II, Clark/Kal-El is shown to have the ability to give Lois a kiss that inexplicably erases all her memory of him ever being Superman. However this kiss works, what if he uses it on you to his advantage so he can further manipulate/gaslight you? Like a dark fic sorta thing where he can just devolve the relationship whenever he wants to go back by taking away whatever memories of yours he doesn’t like. He can’t put false memories in, but if you ever get too close to discovering the truth or finding out something about him he doesn’t want you to know, he can just kiss you and make it go away. He can alter your reality to a degree. In a softer note, he could use this ability to take away any painful or traumatic memories that you don’t want because they’re proving to be detrimental to your emotional, mental, or physical health and causing you tons of pain and anguish.

5. Platinum Kryptonite was used on you, an ordinary human, and now you have powers permanently and can’t get rid of them. You tried to many times, but none of your attempts worked. Not even when you entered the crystal chamber that harnessed the rays of the red sun of Krypton in the Fortress of Solitude. Whether Clark/Kal-El used the platinum Kryptonite on you because he’s soft!dark/dark and wanted you to be more like him under some delusion of being able to keep you with him forever by making you an outcast among the humans, or you were experimented on by a villain, either way, Clark/Kal-El may be the only person who can help you. The only person you can go to. But even with powers, you’re not as powerful as he is. You’ll never match the power or strength of a full-blooded Kryptonian.

6. Lilo and Stitch inspired: You went to the pet store to pick out a new friend, but when you went to the kennel in the back, there were no animals in there. It was so empty you could hear your voice echoing. Unbeknownst to you, all the other dogs were cowering above you, clinging to the top of the cages or the support beams of the roof. Then you turned around and suddenly, there was a white dog sitting at attention! You weren’t sure if he was a Labrador Retriever, a plain white Dalmatian, or a White Shepherd, but he was a handsome boy.

“Uh…hi.”

Then he started to levitate in the air! Wow!! A flying dog!! You were so amazed you didn’t even care about the melted kennel you passed by, even though the metal was still sizzling. That must’ve been where he escaped from.

“Oh yes, mhm, all our dogs are adoptable. EXCEPT THAT ONE! This one was dead this morning!”

“It was dead this morning?”

“Well, we thought it was dead. It was hit by a truck!”

“I like him! C’mere, boy!”

“Wouldn’t you like a different dog? We have better dogs, dear.”

“Not better than him! He can fly!”

“Dogs can’t fly.”

“He did.”

“Does it have to be this dog?”

“Yes, he’s good. I can tell.”

“You’ll have to think of a name for him.”

“His name is…Skip.”

“No, that’s not a real name…in…Iceland…but here it’s a good name! Skip it is. And there’s a two dollar license fee.”

And that’s how you got your new best friend! He had been living with you for months and you loved him so much! He was the best boy! The bestest boy! He was very smart, learned all these cool tricks and commands with ease. You had some accidents involving his heat vision or flying, but nothing major! Nothing was broken or damaged that couldn’t be fixed or replaced. And hey, he was invulnerable to most things and had accelerated healing abilities, so you didn’t need to worry about vet bills! You were so happy, but suddenly Superman showed up on your doorstep asking you to give him his dog, Krypto, back. He would’ve come for him sooner, but he was sorta…dead. What??? It’s a long story. Too long. He’s very grateful to you for taking good care of him and keeping him safe while he was dead, but now he wants him back. But…but he’s your dog! And his name is Skip! You adopted him, you named him, you have a stamped certificate proving you own him, he has a shiny new license he proudly wears around his neck with the name you gave him, and you’ve been giving him love and treats and walks for all this time. You’ve grown attached, and it looks like…Krypto? (Such an odd name after you’ve been calling him Skip for so long) has too because, despite his excitement at seeing Superman, which proves to you Superman is telling the truth (he always tells the truth), he still whines and stubbornly refuses to move away from you when his master whistles and tries to command him to come. He wraps his tail around you and looks at you with those big puppy eyes of his. Well…shit. What are you and Superman supposed to do now? Share the dog?

7. You’re Bucky Barnes’ sister and are put on cat-sitting and house-sitting duty while your brother is on a mission. You love Alpine and she loves you just as much as your brother. Your boyfriend, Clark, who you know is Superman, comes over with his dog, Krypto. You were a little nervous about them meeting at first because Krypto is a super dog and Alpine is just an ordinary house cat, but they become instant best friends once they get the chance to sniff each other and check each other’s vibe and pass the vibe check. Two sweet babies with white fur ready to play together and fight crime! Alpine is just a normal cat, but you and Clark like to joke that in her head she’s a superhero. She’s not so much startled by Krypto flying and shooting lasers from his eyes, just confused and curious like “What the heck? How are you doing that? Weirdo.” She clings to his back as he flies around, but enjoys it. She likes being tall. You send video of the shenanigans to your brother knowing that he’s gonna run his hand over his face exasperatingly with a smile on his face. But it’s cute, dammit!! And hey, Kryto’s laser eyes didn’t set the curtains on fire this time!

8. 101 Dalmatians inspired: You and Clark Kent meet in a dog park when his dog, Krypto, plays with your female dog. Unbeknownst to you, he’s Superman/Kal-El, the last son of Krypton and an alien, and Krypto is a super dog. Clark has a nifty piece of technology installed in one of his dog’s collars, something to neutralize all his superpowers. (Maybe even Krypto has an alternate common dog name so it’s really convincing just how Average and Mundane both Clark and his dog are). Your dog and Krypto seem to be attached at the hip, only playing and spending time with each other from the moment they meet. They’re both sad when you and Clark part ways. Every subsequent time you meet at the dog park, your dogs end up playing matchmakers between you and Clark. Krypto purposely pulls Clark towards you then wraps his leash around yours and Clark’s knees and lower legs, which tangles you together and causes you to bump into each other’s chests. You put your hands on Clark’s chest to push yourself away from him, but that doesn’t help much and you both end up losing your footing and stumbling. Your dog tries to save you by grabbing the back of your shirt with her teeth, but that only causes your shirt to tear as you fall together in a nearby pond or lake. Krypto feels bad and sheepishly grabs your purse for you with what’s his attempt at a smile, but Clark gives him a look as he takes it from the dog’s teeth and wraps his coat around your shoulders before handing it to you. Not that it helps since it’s just as soaked as the rest of you. You note that Clark’s glasses are all fogged up from the water. You both take out handkerchiefs at the same time, but share a laugh when you realize they’re also soaked. Clark invites you to come back to his place to dry off and have dinner with him as a form of apology for his dog’s behavior. He has some clothes you can borrow. You accept. Krypto goes from being sad and embarrassed to one happy boy!! His plan worked!! He shares a loving look with your dog. About a year and a half later, you and Clark have been dating for a while and your dog is pregnant. The puppies are so cute but then one starts flying while another shoots tiny red lasers out of its eyes. Uh oh. Guess Clark has no choice but to reveal to you his identity as Kal-El/Superman and Krypto’s identity as a Superdog.

9. Suddenly and randomly remembered Christopher Reeve played the Prince in Faerie Tale Theatre’s Sleeping Beauty so going back to the magical Superman kiss thing, what about an AU where Clark/Kal-El is a Prince, but you don’t know this because he and his squire switch and pretend to be the other, or you only know him as Clark Kent? He comes to earth in search of a bride, not because he needs a queen to rule with him (Krypton has been destroyed, so there’s nothing and nobody to rule over anymore), but because, as an alien, time works differently for him and his lifespan is much longer than that of a normal human’s. He wants a companion, and has the technology or other means to make the human of his choosing have an extended lifespan like his. Maybe you’re just an ordinary human who doesn’t know Clark is Superman or maybe you’re an alien princess that’s the last of your kind from a different planet that was also destroyed. (Though, are you and Kal-El still technically royalty even if there’s no planet to sovereign over?) Maybe instead of a literal sleep spell, you’re the victim of a spell/brainwashing a supervillain put on you similar to Bucky when he was the Winter Soldier. Instead of making you forget, Kal-El’s kiss helps you to “wake up” and remember who you are, and who he is to you.

OR

You’re Princess of Asgard and Loki and Thor’s beloved sister (Whether you’re Loki’s biological sister and half-Jotun or Thor’s biological sister is up to you). Whether or not you know this and are raised in Asgard from birth, or are whisked away to Midgard for your safety and raised as a human after a sleeping death curse gets placed on you when you’re a baby, is up to you.

For a platonic version, maybe you’re coincidentally found by Martha and Jonathan Kent around the same time they found Clark, so you’re raised as his sister but you both realize you have great powers, though they’re very different. You come with Clark to the North Pole but, if you’re half-Jotun, you turn blue, your eyes become red, and don’t get cold. You ask Jor-El who you are. Possessing a vast knowledge that spans thousands of years, he tells you that, based on your human-like stature but your blue skin, red eyes, and imperviousness to cold, you must be half-Jotun and come from a planet called Jotunheim, which still exists, though he doesn’t know who your parents are or if you have any living blood family. The curse hits before you fall in love with anyone, and Clark/Kal-El and even your brothers Thor and Loki believe you to be dead. Your adoptive brother teams up with Justice League and/or the Avengers to defeat the bad guys. At your funeral, Clark says goodbye by giving you a kiss on the forehead. You wake up in your casket, which scares the living hell out of everyone. Holy shit, they thought you were dead! The curse only said a kiss of true love would break it. It never said anything about the true love having to be romantic. Somehow along the way you realize Loki is your blood brother when he also turns blue with red eyes and you’re both ecstatic! You have three very cool and protective and loving brothers who are all willing to do almost anything for you.

For the romantic route, maybe you meet Clark Kent on Earth and fall in love but then the curse strikes and Clark believes you dead until your brothers show up and explain who you are and that supervillains somehow found where you are and are after you now. Asgard isn’t an option, but your brothers have to bring you someplace for your protection, so Clark takes them to the Fortress of Solitude in the North Pole. After the bad guys are defeated, Clark saves you with his kiss. (For spiciness, what if you have celebratory sex in the Fortress of Solitude? Clark/Kal-El has a massive bed in there. Even though the colors of the blankets makes it look like tin foil, a bed is a bed, and it can get very cold since it’s in the North Pole. Best way to warm up is to share body heat and exercise and what better way to do both than sex?) He later formally comes to Asgard and presents himself as Kal-El, the last son of Krypton, and kneels before your mother and father, Odin and Frigga, and asks them to let him marry you. This might be the moment you discover he’s Superman and an alien. If you’re aware of your Asgardian heritage from the beginning, maybe you’re deeply saddened and believe you and Clark can’t be together because you’ll live for thousands of years while he’ll live less than a century. Maybe you try to acquire one of Idunn’s golden apples for him, but then he reveals to you he’s a Kryptonian and has the same lifespan as you. Time was measured differently on Krypton than it is on earth.

Maybe there’s a bit of a soulmate AU within the AU, where you lucid dream that you’re in each other’s dreams or you lucid dream of each other.

“Oh, it is my dream. And yet more lovely than I dreamed. Had not the journey been so long, and the dangers so great, and the hazards so many, I…I wouldn’t have believed such beauty could crown my enterprise. And yet for all the time and the hazards and the peril, you’re too beautiful, you’re too pure, you’re too good. Do I dare to wake you to reality? And my dream become real. Or am I dreaming now?”

“What kept you?”

I love fairytale AUs so much and you can’t tell me Clark/Kal-El wouldn’t be fit the bill for it.

[keanureevesisbae]

Henry Cavill x fem!reader 

Summary: Henry discovers something he really did not see coming.

Wordcount: 987

Warnings: Mention of sex

A/N: So, I caved and wrote a final third part 😂😂 This will be the last part!! I hope you enjoy xx

confession masterlist

His make-up artist’s name is Katie and Katie has a four year old son Luke. Luke is a real angel. Because of his mom’s job, Luke joins the set a lot when his father is unable to take him for the day. However, Luke never is a pain. He always is happy and adores the fact his mom got to work with Superman.

‘Oh no,’ Katie says. ‘I dropped something again.’

‘Don’t worry, mommy,’ Luke says, crouching down to get whatever she dropped. It’s the umpteenth time he picked something up his mother dropped, but since she’s seven months pregnant now, it’s harder for her to crouch down. But she and her husband raised Luke well and he doesn’t mind. 

She ruffles the soft hairs of the kindergartner. ‘Thanks sweetie, you’re so darling.’

‘I’m going to sleep over at Pete’s place today,’ Luke tells Henry. ‘He’s my best friend. He, his mom and stepdad and new sister Tess are going to pick me up. Mommy, when are they coming?’

‘Between now and five minutes or so?’ Katie says. ‘Henry, sit still.’

Henry jokingly exchanges a look with Luke, who giggles. ‘Yes boss,’ Henry says. ‘You excited for the sleepover at Pete’s?’ 

‘Yes,’ Luke says. ‘He is going to tell me how to take care of a little sister. His baby sister is eight months now.’

‘That’s sweet of Pete,’ Henry says. ‘Preparing you for big brotherhood.’

Four minutes pass, when the door opens. ‘Pete!’ Luke yells, jumping up and down in excitement, before hugging his best friend. Pete is a cute little guy, with wavy chocolate brown hair, a little bit taller than Luke. ‘This is Superman.’

‘No way,’ Pete says, as his eyes land on Henry. ‘He really is Superman.’ The little guy is very polite, because he instantly makes his way over to Henry, holding out his hand. ‘Hello,’ he says, holding out his hand. ‘My name is Pete.’

‘I’m Henry, lovely to meet you Pete.’ He looks the young boy in his eyes, only to see the kid has a patch of brown in his blue eyes. ‘Your eyes look similar to mine,’ Henry notes. 

Then Pete notices it too. ‘Wow, that is super awesome. I never met someone who had that.’

Luke’s mouth falls open. ‘Maybe that means you’ll be Superman too in the future,’ he whispers. ‘My friend is going to be Superman.’

As the two boys babble about the possibilities of Pete being the future Superman (little kids and their imagination), Katie says to Henry: ‘Wait just a minute.’

He hears her welcoming Pete’s mom, stepdad and also cooe about how adorable the baby is. ’Can I please hold her?’ Katie asks.

‘Go ahead,’ he hears a man’s voice.

‘Dad,’ Pete says, clearly fully embracing the fact that his stepdad feels like his dad, ‘this is Superman.’

His stepdad appears like a nice man. Very friendly, very kind and a man who looks like a man who’d be a dad. ‘Aha, Superman, nice to meet you, man.’

They exchange a quick word, when Pete walks away to drag his mom over here. ‘Mom, this is Superman. Superman, this is my mom.’

His blood stops rushing through his veins, as his eyes land on the woman. She looks the exact same…

Her eyes meet his and she blinks. ‘Oh,’ she says, after she pulled herself together, ‘it’s the actor.’ She smiles in a fake manner, as if they hadn’t had sex more than five years ago. 

‘Nice to meet you,’ Henry says, but his chest tightens, when realization hits.

Her husband must sense she’s acting a little bit different. ‘Honey, you alright?’ he asks, placing his hand on her back.

‘I’m fine,’ she says. ‘Just a little starstruck.’ 

Henry thought a lot about her, but he did the right thing. He had disabled the number and decided to move on with his life. They agreed it would be a one time thing and when he went on press tours again, he tried to forget about her.

But he couldn’t. She was on his mind a lot, every time he slept with someone else. She became the standard to which he holds every woman he sleeps with. 

And here she is, with a husband and two kids. They’re a happy family.

‘Anyways Katie,’ she says, ‘we’ve got to go. We need to pick up a few things for the sleepover. Boys, how do nacho’s and marshmallows sound?’

‘Delicious!’ Luke exclaims, wrapping his arms around her waist, almost like she’s his own mom. ‘See you tomorrow, mommy,’ he then says to his own mother, giving her a kiss.

‘Oh, I’ll miss you darling. Be sweet to them, okay?’

‘Will do. Bye Henry,’ he says with a smile. 

‘Bye kid.’

Katie hands little Tess to her again and says: ‘Oh, I could just eat the little girl,’ causing Tess to giggle. 

‘It was nice to meet you, Superman,’ Pete says and all of the sudden Henry sees so much of himself in the kid. The same smile, the eyes and the little waves in his brownish hairs. 

‘It was nice to meet you too,’ Henry says. He says his goodbyes to her husband and she looks at him one more time. 

He shouldn’t have disabled the number. He bets she tried to call him. 

She clenches her jaws and purses her lips for a split second, before she smiles in an empty manner again. ‘Goodbye Henry,’ she says. Her eyes tell it all and he got the message.

He needs to stay away.

Henry wonders what would’ve happened if he hadn’t disabled the phone. If he could’ve taken the call. He wants kids, he always knew he one day wanted to become a father.

And he just blew it. He could’ve gotten himself a family.

So, he doesn’t do anything and watches her happy family and Luke walk out of there.

At least, not yet.

♧ ♧ ♧

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[mrsevans90]

Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 3

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller 

Word Count: 2, 593 (This one is a bit shorter because the next chapter has ALL. THE. SMUT. Prepare yourself in advance loves!)

Warnings: Fluffy Sy, Sexual innuendos, Abused animal, domestic violence, stalker ex-boyfriend, mention of nightmares/PTSD, smut in future chapters.

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own. 

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading! 

Part 2

I lay back in bed with my arm behind my head and start thinking about Emma even though I know I shouldn’t because I won't be able to stop. I think of how beautiful she was standing on my doorstep, the way she cocked her hip at me with her arms crossed when I got on to her for trying to do dishes, the way her nose scrunches when she laughs. I smile to myself when I think about the weight of her tiny body across my lap and the way her nails scratched the stubble on the back of my head and neck when she was kissing me. Her perfume was not overbearing and overly potent like so many women I know. Just a soft, sensual scent that enveloped me when she was pressed against me. I think about how soft and swollen her lips felt before she left and the little gold chain necklace that rested against her cleavage and sigh. I lay there continuing to think about her as my eyes close and I drift off in a deep dreamless sleep.

I wake up the next morning stunned that I slept all night. Even though I was on a decent streak without nightmares lately, I usually never slept so soundlessly. I am once again still thinking about Emma and our upcoming date. Maybe this could be more than just physical. Don’t get me wrong, sex is great if we get to that point but I wonder if I’ll ever stop craving something more. A connection so deep that it spans a lifetime. I’ve always admired the pure love and admiration that my grandparents have for each other but lost hope a while ago that it may be something I could have. My military career made it impossible to settle down and although I thought I loved women before it just didn’t seem to be the same type of love that Nana and PawPaw have. It’s like they are each a half of the same person. The way they complete each other to make up this seemingly perfect couple who loves each other despite any flaws. It’s an all-encompassing type of adoration. I settled on the fact that their type of love is the exception. The one in a million lottery that most people never experience. Over the years I began to subconsciously accept the fact that I’ll never have that. I’ve become content being alone simply because it’s a way to protect myself from betrayal and heartbreak. I was fine with this lifestyle until I laid my eyes on Emma Miller. I’ve never felt so immediately smitten by a woman before. Talking to her felt comforting, her smile made my heart race, and I loved that she playfully bantered with me. Could it be that maybe my poor luck in the love department is over now because she’s the right person? My soulmate perhaps? Am I just fooling myself because I could see myself actually marrying a woman like her and worshipping her every day without being able to get enough of her? The thought of her with two or three little kids that look like a combination of us causes my thoughts to blur and my chest to expand with butterflies. Maybe this could work for once. It's too soon to tell. My nightmares aren’t happening as often and I feel like my PTSD isn’t as crippling as it once was. I don’t want her to have to deal with my problems though. She would be terrified if she saw me in an active PTSD episode. It’s been six months since I’ve had one but there's no guarantee I won't have another. Maybe I’m done with them or my brain is tricking me into this false pretense that I'm cured so that I get complacent. I’m getting way too far ahead of myself. I need to temper my hopes and expectations in order to protect myself from the inevitable let down. Hell, she may not even be as interested in me that way. Emma may not want anything to with something long term. I know she certainly must have her own qualms after being treated the way she has by men in the past. She’s had more than enough trauma to not have to witness mine.

After showering, getting ready for work, and eating some breakfast, I kiss Aika on the head and load up Mills for another day at work. I’m heading back to the same house to assist with the siding repair. There was more rot on that fireplace than we anticipated so it’s going to take a bit longer to repair. I call Nana and listen to her start carrying on about picking muscadines so she can make and can her some muscadine jelly. Pawpaw loves it so much he planted some muscadine trees on the back of the farm when I was about fourteen and she makes his jelly every year.

“D’ya hear that they got a new vet in town at Aika’s vet office?” I ask her.

“Oh, I sure did! Cute little blonde woman I think. Seems nice but I haven’t gotten a chance to speak to her yet. I know that Martha Foster invited her to church but she hasn’t come to a service. I can’t say I blame her, I don’t think I’d want to spend time with Martha and her nasty potato salad either.”

“Damn, Nana. Don’t hold back.”

“Well, I love the Lord, honey, but I only have so much patience for Martha and her know it all attitude.”

“I can’t disagree with you there, Nana. So yeah, the new vet, Emma, is very nice. I met her when I took the puppy I’m keeping over there after I found him. Did you see the picture I sent you of the little feller?”

“Your pawpaw showed me. He’s a cutie. What did you name him?”

Here we go. “Mills.”

“Mills? Like Milton? Where’d you think up a name like that?”

“Um, it’s short for Miller. Like Miller Lite Beer.” I think I just saved myself with that little white lie.

“You seriously didn’t name that poor thing after beer, Austin. What am I going to do with you? Bring him with you this weekend when you come to lunch on Sunday so I can spoil him. Your pawpaw won’t let me have any more animals. He said the barn cats, cows, chickens, and pigs keep us busy enough but I disagree. Do you know if that cute new veterinarian is single?”

“She is.” I quietly reply.

“Oh, you should ask her on a date. I keep telling you it’s time you start looking for a wife, Austin. If she turns you down, I can still get Susanne’s number for you. She may not have a job, but I’m sure she’ll find something soon.” Jesus Nana.

“No, I’m alright. I actually already asked Emma to dinner tonight. I’m only telling you because I know you have your ways of finding out sooner or later after gossiping with the ole bitties in town. Don’t you run off and start dreaming of a wedding and great grandkids now, ya hear? It’s just dinner.”

“Austin Syverson, you better not be calling me an ole’ bitty. I may be elderly but I can still smack you upside the head. You don't scare me."

"Yes ma'am." I reply with a chuckle because I know she means it. That ole' woman has smacked me upside the head so many times I can't count.

"I’m so glad you asked her to dinner. I want to meet her.”

“Like I said, I haven’t even taken her on a date yet.” Not exactly true but she doesn’t need to know that. “Let's not go and get ahead of ourselves and scare her off. Just do me a favor and wait a while before you ambush for information. Let me get to know her first please.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll stay out of it but please at least tell me how the date goes.”

“Deal. Now I gotta get on to work but I love ya. Tell PawPaw that I love him too.”

“We love you too, honey. Have a good day.”

The day drones on and finally I arrive at a small cottage style house on Beasley Avenue and pull up in the driveway. I’m sure my diesel truck rumbling announces my presence so I waste no time hopping out of the truck and making my way to the pale-blue door that has a summer wreath hung on it. There’s no doorbell so I knock loudly and within a few moments the door opens widely to reveal Emma in white shorts, and a yellow and white floral top that shows off just a sliver of her toned and tanned midriff. 

            “Hey Austin!” Emma says cheerfully while I’m still stunned over her appearance.

            “Sugar, you look good enough to eat.” I say with a smirk and wink.

            “Thank you, but you’re just saying that because you’re hungry.” She giggles as she reaches up to wrap her arms around my neck for a sweet hug. I put my hands on her hips and kiss her forehead.

            “I don’t say things I don’t mean darlin’. Nice place.” I say as she pulls back from me.

            “Thanks! It’s small and I need to do update some things since it’s an older house but I liked how simple and classic it looks. It also helped that it was in my budget, move in ready, and only ten minutes from the clinic.” She tells me.

“It fits you. It’s very bright and welcoming.” I say and she grins widely. “I don’t know what needs to be updated but I’d be happy to take a look.”

“I may have to make an appointment and take you up on that at some point. I need to install a doorbell. the hot water heater is not great and the kitchen sink is a little fickle but it’s not a big deal.”

“No need for an appointment darlin’. I can take a look whenever you’d like me too at no charge.” 

“I couldn’t ask you to do that. Let’s go eat, I’m starving!” She deflects.

“I’m offering so you don’t need to ask. But, I can’t be responsible for you starving so let’s eat and I can look at it later.” She locks the front door and I lead her to my truck.

“I missed lunch today. Janet accidentally double booked me and so I got behind. Had to work through lunch just to catch back up.” She says as I help her into the passenger’s seat.

“You don’t need to be doing that darlin’. I’m sure everyone would have understood.”

“It was okay. Janet felt bad about it and I didn’t want to waste people’s time. Just made for a crazy day! I’m ready for some lasagna!” She giggles and I smile at her from the driver’s seat.

We get to Gia’s and I say hello to the hostess, Sofia, who is the owner’s daughter. She’s always blatantly flirted with me but I’ve never returned the sentiment. She’s too young; barely twenty-two and is clearly looking to immediately get married and have kids like so many other women here. She’s a nice girl but I wouldn’t want to give her the wrong idea. I make a point to place my hand on Emma’s lower back and pull her chair for her to sit and she smiles gratefully at me. After we order, I see Giovanna the owner heading straight towards me. My mama and her were friends since I was a teenager and we have come to Gia’s throughout the years for meals. Giovanna and her husband, Matteo, opened this restaurant when I was about ten years old.

“Sy! Good to see you sweetie.” She says as she hugs me. “Who’s this beautiful lady?”

“Hey Giovanna. Good to see you too. This is Emma Miller. She’s our new veterinarian over at Hope Animal Clinic.” I answer and Emma smiles and produces her hand to shake as I introduce her.

“Ah! I’ve heard wonderful things about you! I have an appointment next month for our cat, Luigi, to get his yearly shots.”

“Oh, what a sweet name. I’ll be looking forward to meeting the little guy!” She tells her and I chuckle.

“He’s not a little guy. He’s the biggest domestic house cat I’ve ever seen!” I tell her.

“Really?” Emma asks.

“He’s a big boy, but what can you expect? He sleeps all day and his parents own a restaurant that sometimes has left over fish that would go to waste.” She says waving her hands dramatically and we laugh.

“Well then I look forward to meeting your big boy.” Emma jokes.

“Are you settling in okay? I’m so glad you are here!” Gia says and Emma smiles brightly.

“I’ve settled in nicely! Everyone has been so welcoming. I have to say, you have the best food in town. This is my first time coming in but I’ve ordered take out several times. Your delivery drivers are probably sick of me.” She jests.  

“Oh, I’m so glad you enjoy it dear. Don’t you worry about Derek and Joe. They get free food and only have to drive orders around so they are living the good life. Well, I’ll let you get back to your evening but I just wanted to say hello. You come back in anytime sweetheart!” She calls and we thank her and wave goodbye.

“So, are you one of those people that everyone in town knows? I saw that cute little hostess just about drooling over you.”

“Nah, that’s Gia’s daughter. I do know almost everyone in town but that’s what happens being raised in a town like this. My grandparents are pretty well known by everyone so I am just by proxy I guess. I’ve essentially spent the majority of 17 years overseas in different parts of the world, but when I come back home it’s like I never left. Unfortunately, that means everyone also knows everyone else’s business. I hope you don’t mind but I’m sure it’ll get around that we were here tonight on a date.” She blushes.

“I don’t mind. As long as you’re okay with that.”

“Wouldn’t have brought ya if I wasn’t, Sugar. You deserve to be shown off and I’m proud to be the man who gets too.” I reach over to grab her hand and stroke my thumb over her knuckles before kissing them. She smiles from ear to ear.

            After dinner, we climb into my truck and I offer to take her for ice cream and she just pats her little belly.

“Normally, I would never turn down ice cream but I think I ate my weight in pasta. I’m completely stuffed.”

I stare out at the parking lot as I fight the urge to make a “that’s what she said joke” or an innuendo about how I could stuff her later and with once glance I can tell she caught my train of thought.

“You’re fighting making a dirty joke about stuffing me, aren’t you?” She giggles and I wink at her.

“I didn’t know you could hear my dirty thoughts.”

“I can’t, it was just so obvious. Your cheeks got red, you scrunched your nose while smiling and you broke eye contact with me.” Emma grins.

I shake my head and laugh lowly until Emma scoots over to me and whispers seductively, “Let's go home and maybe I'll let you stuff me full.”

Part 4

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Divine Love: Chapter Three

Henry Cavill X OFC Summary: Rhylan Daines property of the United States Government, the training she took on, the beating, and pain was all manipulating her to loose her body autonomy, they tell her to eat a certain way, talk, walk, act. Nothing is hers, how can she escape the torture her life has become? Now an semi-active black ops Navy Seal working for the CIA struggled to make peace with her past.  She was always told that every life she took, every person she tortured, and every soul she crushed was for the greater good, but how is more violence supposed to help the world?  How can acting help her stop being forced to kill?  How can finding love help her find herself? Only time will tell... Trigger warnings: Slight Alcoholism, Assault, Kidnapping, Blood, Skin Branding, Heavy Depression, Drugs, Undiagnosed eating disorder, Forced Eugenics, Talk of Genocide, talk of war, talk of gore, Hospitalizations for medical reasons, Mental Health issues, Hitman/murder unrecognized by law, Profanity, Military Brutality, torture, terrorism, violence, scars, seizures. Rhylan's Tattoos Rhylan's Body Scars Diagram

"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that." -- Martin Luther King, JR.

Chapter 3: ненавидеть

           Ненавидеть...Russian...meaning—Hate

It was late, the sky was filled with stars, the air was chilled, and goosebumps brushed my skin as the cold air made the tips of my fingers numb. I couldn't sleep, I hadn't slept in the three days I had been back, and I was starting to feel the side effects of the sleep I so wanted but was severely lacking.

I found myself on a trail at the park near my house, running at nearly three in the morning. I wanted to feel something, I didn't care what it was just not this, not the emotion I felt when I closed my eyes or images I saw in my dreams, so if it meant I had to run and feel the stabs of the cold air on my skin, then so be it.

I'm so tired of everyone thinking I'm their property, when do I get to make decisions for myself? When can I be my own person?

Even when I could feel the friction between my socks and shoes wear away, I still kept running.

Even when I could feel the worst blisters on planet earth start to form on my heel, I kept running.

It wasn't until I finally reached a hill and finally stopped.

The colors of orange, yellow, purples, the bright light the sun had given off made my eyes water, but it was beautiful, something I wanted to walk into, touch caress, love, the sun, the light. A tear fell down my cheek, but I blinked it away, sadness isn't allowed, it shows weakness, sorrow, and vulnerability.

Training 2004

I was biting down on a rag, zip tied to the metal chair, my hair was matted and longer than I remembered my nail beds bled without the fingernail to protect them. I was so bruised, in so much pain, drugged.

The sound of electricity brought forth some conscience thoughts as I looked at the man. I didn't even know the name of the agent, I just knew he enjoyed what he did, he enjoyed causing the pain he was paid to do but would do for free given the chance.

The feeling off all the electricity pulsing through my body was excruciating, the ear-piercing scream I let out in between my sobs and my flowing tears didn't even phase them.

"This is what our enemies will do if you are captured!" The agent yelled.

The feeling of electricity was powered through my veins again and the scream I let out before returned, but this time returning with a stinging pain across my cheek... he slapped me.

The agent got so close to me, I could feel his breath on my neck shifting up to my face looking in my eyes, man his breath was rancid smelled like dog shit and old coffee.

"You show no emotion. You hear me!" He yelled, I smiled, I wanted to kill him, cut his throat, and watch him choke on his own blood, watch him die as he was helpless to do anything and begged me to help him, I made sure to spit a big one in his face which only made him slap me once again.

"You think this is funny bitch!" The electricity rain through me once more, but only this time, it kind of tickled. I was so delusional, laughing, cackling. I didn't feel anything anymore, it's like everything just...turned off.

"This isn't working" The agent said to the other guy, which I have now nicknamed Shaq after Shaquille O'Neal because man this guy was built like him. I was cut from the chair and picked up by the large man, I was still laughing, I couldn't help myself, my mind was so clouded nothing felt like reality. Maybe I was going to wake up.

I patted his shoulder, "Hey Shaq, you and me man we can bust out of this joint." I whispered laughing and let me tell you he slapped me so hard he should be a video game character with a special ability called "Shaq slap" with minus fifty damage or something because shit, I was seeing stars.

I was taken over to what looked to be a bathtub filled with water, Shaq let me down and pointed to the ground in front of the tub. The ground was covered in glass shards and sand, not beach sand though where it was thin, more like playground ground sand where the granules the ones that were thick and hard to get out of your crack. Yes, your ass crack.

"Kneel" Shaq spoke, damn his voice was even deeper than Shaq, it gave me the chills, I don't think I'll ever be able to watch a lakers game after this...

I did what I was told and kneeled on the sand and glass cracking slightly, while I was stilled dazed, I could hear a pocketknife and the ripping of fabric and then slowly the feeling of cold air developed on my chest and back.

I was lucky to remember one of the rules for the agents is they weren't allowed to take off my undergarments. They could do anything else, but force that one on me. I was lucky General Dick was even nice enough to add that to the agreement, but now seeing the rage on the face of the white guy that was torturing me I'm almost sure if the agreement didn't exist, he would've tried.

The white-hot bite of a whip on my back, brough me back to reality, the air escaped my lungs as I went to scream but before I was able to, my head was pushed under water.

Drowning me, over, and over again. I didn't stop after one, two, three. It became so much I could feel my mind start to float away from my body, the hysterics left me, the laughing, the emotions. I felt nothing.

December 2015 (Present Day)

"Rhylan, Mr. Hardy left you a message. Would you like me to read it to you?" Arthurs robotic voice is what brought me back to reality, my head was still filled with fog and the sun had risen exponentially since I had first started staring at the sunrise.

I shook my head, "Repeat your question, Arthur?"

"Mr. Hardly left you a message. Would you like me to read it to you?"

"Yeah, read it to me." I started running back to my car.

"The message states: Hey sorry I haven't been able to message, I got back home for a few days then I got distracted catching up with family. Are you going to tell me what that spat was about with that guy at the bar?"

When I finally got to my car door and processed the message read to me, I rested my head in my hands. I was too tired and stressed to deal with this shit.

"Just leave him on read." I said getting into my car.

The drive home was somewhat short, though the shower I took when I got home lasted a while. I finally was able to get up enough confidence to text my mother that I was home, though she seemed happy enough and told me to stop by soon enough. I kind of wish she'd just stop by here, but you know work comes first.

I made a mistake messaging her while I was drunk while at the after party, she isn't the same from what she used to be.

At this point home I didn't know what to do, it was either continue coding Arthurs program which was already advance enough at this point, or game. I had gotten to the point where I had already cleaned all my guns more than once and was starting to turn to eating junk food and binge watching every episode of SpongeBob I could find on demand.

I guess the days felt so long and started to cloud together after a while, the sleep I did get was often filled of the blood I tried so hard to get away from.

I knew at this point it was probably post-traumatic stress disorder, but I would never admit that, and if I am meant to become the low life, I was always expected to be growing up then so be it. At least I'm not a gambler. I'm just a broken veteran with an alcohol problem, we have millions of those in the United States, though not many probably have experience with forced black ops operations.

I pulled out my phone, I could feel Luther's breath and hear the flat screen television play the most annoying episode of SpongeBob ever. Why would someone sneak into their mothers house to steal their underpants anyway?

At least it's not the episode with Nosfertu and the spatula hand, that one always gave me the creeps.

I'll be honest, I do have a social media account technically. Though it's made with a fake email address, and has some randomly generated username Arthur gave me, I use it occasionally to scroll through the stories made about me.

I know many celebrities do this, but I've never been on social media, and I don't plain to. At least not anytime soon, social media alone is a trap.

The stories about myself were trending on multiple platforms, people were curious on why I'm so "stuck up" as they call it and why I seem so held off.

Well great, I'm considered stuck up. I took a sip of my beer, yeah this is why I don't like social media.

The part about being held off is true, it's hard to open up about anything when most of your adult life all you've been doing is classified missions to kill people. Right now, the people that know who I really am is the president, who alone wasn't happy with the program to begin with but was 'encouraged' it was for the best, but me? I'll say manipulated, and Dick and his people which is only a few, maybe five?

I found myself looking up the person I wanted to hate so much...Henry Cavill.

I remembered the first night we met in the streets in Jersey, the mission I was on a the time had led me there, which originally, I thought was strange but in the end was a perfect place to hide away the women and children for their illegal drug and human trafficking.

I was undercover apart of their crew, and I had only been in the program for about a year in a half before that mission. I didn't plan on meeting him, or slipping out that night, but I did, and I did meet Henry. That's something I'll always have to come to terms with.

We have history, and I have to either be the bigger person and confront the history we have together even if it was for a few hours...or forget it ever happened.

The problem with actually speaking with him was the fact he was going to ask questions and I knew that I would ask questions too. We were hitting it off and everything was going well, and I vanished right before his eyes, but in the end they are questions I cannot give an answer to.

I can't tell him why I left.

I can't tell him what I did before.

I can't tell him what I was doing in Jersey in the first place.

So, what is there to tell him? What is there to even talk about?

I finished my beer, getting up to grab a crystal whiskey glass and filling it with my favorite Russian vodka.

"Privet tem, kto upal" I whispered downing the glass. It was a Russian saying me and the soldiers I had commanded picked up in our time in Russia. 'Cheers to those that have fallen' was the translation in English.

We had lost so many over the years, from what I know there was only two others left in the program. Both of them, I had to train...and torture emotion out of. We didn't speak much anymore, the boys are still young enough to be of use to the government and now that they are missing me, the government, the boys are often put on mission after mission. Never getting a break and loosing what little bits of their humanity they had left.

Which is partly the reason they don't contact me; they feel I betrayed the government by taking my absence in the program.

A inorganic manipulated love for their country. The boys were brainwashed, severely.

For me though, the world never got any better with the work we did, it only got worse.

As the years went by and as the war in Iraq and Afghanistan progressed, we were sent on more missions and as everyone around me brainwashed themselves to believe it was getting better. I sat around and watched all the chaos we were causing, a part of.

Once I was captured by enemy and tortured, I was in the hospital for a while and had to really think about my life choices. I didn't want to be a killer forever; I wanted a family one day. I wanted more than what I had.

While the little immediate family I had was glad I was leaving the military, now most of every had moved away. My step siblings hadn't spoken to me in years, they didn't matter much; and my grandparents had moved to the middle of butt-fuck nowhere to settle down for retirement.

It was going to be a lot harder than I originally planned to find that family I so thrived for...

Not like I can go back to what I'm good at anyway, my face is on nearly every newspaper and social media now.

"Rhylan, Nelia is calling. Would you like to answer?" Arthur's voice sounded through the house on the intercom.

"I got it" I jogged to pick up my phone and put it on speaker, then walking back to the counter to pour me another glass of jewel.

"What's up?"

"Oh hey, I didn't know if you were actually going to be awake."

I chuckled, "You thought I'd be asleep? The party has only just started." I danced a little in place.

"Rhylan are seriously drinking? Gosh, you need help"

"Awe sweetie, it's okay to be insecure, being a lightweight is tough" I walked back to the couch sitting down hearing Lue's tail whack against the sofa.

"You're an asshole." She laughed, a metal clang in the background. She must be doing the dishes.

"So why are you calling me?" I asked, I put the phone to my chest, "Arthur play me a movie." Arthur's confirmation sound pinged, and random movie started to play. Man of Steel...I wonder what that is?

"Oh right, I need you to decide what role you want to do."

I groaned putting my eyes in the corner of my elbow, "Do I have to?"

Neila smacked her lips, "Yes, you know my suggestion. You need to choose now, or the offer is going to someone else. I think the runner up is Gal Gadot"

"I don't know who that is..."

"Gal Gadot? Come on she's so well known. She was on fast and furious."

I shrugged my shoulders even though she couldn't see me, "I've never watched it." Maybe I should? I thought.

"You're so uncultured"

"True, but I had bigger things to worry about for the last ten years than keeping up with pop culture. The only thing I had was books."

"Excuses, excuses. Well okay, you still need to answer now. Wonder women?"

"Yeah, I'll do it." Guess I'm wonder women, not sure I wanted to work with Ryan Reynolds quite yet, don't think I could hold my shit together. That man, tasty...

"Great! I'll email the casting director and let her know you're for it." She sounded excited, of course she was this would be a big break for her too.

"Okay..." I thought for a moment, be the bigger person, the words flew through my head like a tornado

"Can you do me a favor, can you get Henry Cavill's number for me?" I asked, taking the phone of speaker and pressing it to my ear.

"Why would you need that, unless—"

I stopped her from finishing that sentence, her and her crazy idea's... "Don't worry nothing like that, honestly don't worry about why, just get it for me please."

I bit my lip hard.

"Well, Since you said please, I'll call in one of my favors. I'll text it to you in a bit."

"Thank you, talk to you later." I said hanging up.

Looking up I see Henry on the screen, which startles me so much I jump.

"Arthur, turn the fucking TV off." I yelled, which then proceeded to show a black screen. I swear technology these days, he must be listing to my thoughts or something.

It wasn't much after that when I got the text from Nelia with two numbers, one labeled work phone and personal phone.

I starred at the numbers for what felt like eternity before typing back thank you to Nelia.

What do I do now?

I can't call him now, what if he's in a different time zone.

What do I even say with that?

'Oh, I'm sorry for treating you like dog shit the other day. I used to kill people for a living, and I can't tell you anything about it'

I scoffed at myself; this is what I've become. Seriously it's pathetic.

But I could..."Arthur from now on, add a constant tracking on the phone numbers I was just sent."

The sound chimes, Arthur's program was now tracking every moment, every keystroke and every phone call Henry was to place in the future.

Maybe It was wrong? --- I knew this was wrong, privacy, I'm completely devaluing privacy and Henry right to it, but at the time my mind was so clouded with feelings I couldn't comprehend the wrong in the choices I made.

I couldn't sleep again that night.

No matter how hard I tried, the little bit of sleep I was able to get was always clouded with the pain I was haunted with, I knew sooner or later I was going to break.

Now that I wasn't constantly under Dean's control, we're he'd beat the emotions out of me after I started to feel my emotions were starting to come back. I've never experienced that, I've never experienced fear, happiness, excitement, I only ever felt rage and anger it's what I was coded and made to feel.

I don't know how to change it, at this point I found myself lost in this point of my life. Where am I to go now? What is the reason I was born and chosen for this path of life?

I didn't know how to find out, out to find my meaning.

Was there even a meaning to find?

It was around four in the morning; I was sitting on the seemingly white couch; Lue was asleep his head resting on my thigh his legs kicking as if he was chasing something in a dream. He was my lifeline, my best friend.

I had a book in my lap, one of my favorites and one I picked up in Poland a long time ago, though now it had been made into multiple games while the story has been completely brutalized and butchered.

"Rhylan, Dean's location has been pinged and located nearby."

I jumped, I owed Dean one. He was coming to collect his debt, but what.

"How long?" I asked Arthur, Lue waking up suddenly on high alert noticing my body language, I reached for under the coffee table pulling out one of my stashed glocks, I kissed it. I won't let him take me away, to kill, to be his puppet.

"I'm unable to ping his location, the last known location was seven minutes ago a mile away."

Just then the knock at my door was the thing that startled me.

The fear running through my veins was so bizarre, the tips of my fingers felt numb, it hurt to breath, I could barely see through my glassy eyes—

Get yourself together Rhylan, if he sees you like this, things will be worse.

I put the gun I was holding back in the holster under the coffee table.

"Luther." I looked at my white fluff ball.

"стража" Bulgarian, guard me, protect me from harm if it is to come, not only did I beg Luther's training, I begged God.

Lue immediately walked by my side to the door, I slowly but surely unlocked the two dead bolts but leaving the chain lock attached.

I knew what I expected to see when I opened the door, Dean, and his stupid shitty face, and that's what I saw.

"What do you want?" I spoke through the crack of the door.

He smiled, his fake white smile. Man, the government was probably paying this guy millions to keep his mouth shut.

"Awe, you're not happy to see me?"

I shook my head, "Fuck no, suck my dick mother fucker."

"Don't worry, you're not my type."

"I was a year ago"

But a year ago you had control over me.

"Things change. Are you going to let me in? Or are you going to make me stand outside in the cold."

I thought about it for a second, "Stand outside, sounds good to me."

His voice rumbled deep, "Rhylan, open the door. Now."

He still scared me, his voice still commanded me, still had me under the spell I so proudly though I had banished.

I unlatched the chains of the door, Luther standing in between my legs watching the intruder at all costs.

"Make me a drink, scotch if you have any."

Of course, I have scotch and he knew that. Though I never drank it, just the smell made me gag, it was the alcohol they forced me to drink during training, or may I say torture camp.

"Crafty what you did, I didn't notice you had bugged my phone until it started to make nose while I wasn't even on it"

I glanced at him, pouring him his glass, and sliding it on the counter to him. No touching. Ever, especially not him.

"You're lucky I need you able right now, otherwise I would've come to beat the shit out of you—"

I interrupted him, "Don't even, I'm not your bitch anymore. Ever." I scoffed.

He just smiled again, fucking dick. "Oh, but you are." He downed the scotch.

"I have a job for you. But we have to go to D.C to discuss the details."

"I'm not going with or doing anything for you." I spat.

Dean just looked at me, "Rhylan Daines, you are still under my command. If you don't come willingly, I'll take you by force."

I smiled this time, "By force? Look around this house Dean, security cameras everywhere, Gideons program is active and recording everything live I all I must do is go missing and he will expose the entire operation. Everything."

Dean visibility tensed up, "You finished the software?"

I finished it a few years ago, and have only upgraded it sense then, but why would I tell him that?

"Well, what can it do?"

"Arthur, introduce yourself to dickwad."

"Dean Sawyer, I've heard a lot about you. My name is Arthur Gibbons, I'm an artificial intelligence program started by Gideon Butler and finished by Rhylan Daines. My intelligence is powerful enough to hack all government sources, phones, televisions, medical devices and more. My mission: protection – Dean Sawyer it seems you have suspicious images on your computer in Baltimore, what is the purpose of these images?"

Dean's eyes bulged, "No! You must give the code up, that is too dangerous to be in civilian hands."

"I will never, Gideon left Arthur's code to me and me alone, he knew what he was creating was going to be big, and knew if you ever got your hands on it wouldn't be used for good like it was indented."

Just then, a bullet came piercing through my back glass patio window shooting the camera pointing directly at the kitchen and darkening the view Author had.

I was left unprotected, but it gave me time to connect the dots.

Snipers. Dean knew about Arthur from the beginning.

Before I knew it, Luther was barking like crazy, just when I went make a run for the drawer homing another one of my pistols, I could feel a syringe go deep into my neck and my head start to fog like I had never felt before.

I was only able to manage to say a few words before my entire world when black.

"I will kill you one day."

--

Cold.

I was so cold.

The sound of chains filled my ears again, the sound I so dreaded to hear.

But it was wine that made look over to see Luther chained by the throat, muzzled so tightly I could just tell it was uncomfortable. Oh my god, what have I done.

I looked down at my body, I was naked. Not just undergarments, naked and the purple bruises that formed around and on my body from dragged and throwing around were fresh and painful.

"Luther come here buddy," I gestured,

Luther slowly got up, limping, God damn sons of bitches. What did you do to my dog!

We were finally able to reach the middle where I was able to loosen his muzzle, as it was probably better to keep it on to avoid Luther getting more hurt than he already was. "I'll get you out of here buddy." I kissed his dirty matted fur.

I didn't give a two shits on what happened to me.

I was so numb to life, at this point it would probably be for the best that I was to leave the living... I shook my head, its not the right time to think about that Rhylan, I scolded myself.

I heard the large metal door open and a tall muscular young man stepped through the threshold. Wade.

Truth be told, Wade looked different. He had quite a few tattoos now, and for some reason started growing out his ratty platinum blonde hair. When I knew him, He refused to grow out his hair, for any reason and the hypocrite also detested my tattoos saying they made me too easily recognizable. I see what's going on here, the top dog leaves and has to be replaced. Funny.

Wade was fisting long weighty metal chain, I knew what it was for of course, he always did love the torturing part, but the fear in eyes is what made me stop silly in my thought process.

He was scared? Wade? Scared?

"Are you afraid of me?"

Wade sniffled a laugh, the crazy in his eyes threw me for a loop. "Me? Afraid of you? Look where you are..." He bent down to meet me eye to eye, the smell of dipped tobacco threating my sinusitis, "Chained, beaten. You truly are nothing anymore..." This time he did chuckle.

I watched him stand back up and walk to the side of the one way glass that was a mirror, I shook my head, "If this is about Arthur you better just kill me—"

"it's not, not now anyway. I'm sure General Sawyer will have some...discussions about that with you."

General Sawyer? That's gross, his name is Dick.

"Why do you call him that?" I adjusted the chains around my wrists the sounds of jingling filling the small room.

Wade looked at my reflection through the mirror, "Call him what?"

"General Sawyer. You do realize he was dishonorably discharged, he's not a general anymore he wasn't even the bigging. He just like power...and titles." I started.

"Like man, what the fuck happened to you? You were young when you joined, didn't like tattoos, alcohol, tobacco, growing your hair out. Now you smell like shit, and need a fucking haircut." I rested the back of my head on the stone wall, slightly smiling.

"You left."

My head shot up, "What?"

"You fucking left, that's what happened to me, happened to both of us!" He yelled,

Wade whipped around, his hand was still so tightly wrapped around the metal chain, "When you the first time, everyone went crazy. They believed me and Ethan couldn't do what you could, we weren't good enough...They but us both through more, torture, believing they could make us better, better than you."

I finally looked up at Wade, "Did it work?"

"No."

I knew the answer before he said it, of course didn't work. What made me learn to be so good at what I did, was the fact I started early, I was only seventeen when I went on my first mission and took my first life.

That's why it didn't work, the younger the prospective is, the easier to manipulate, change mannerisms, personality, the easier to control. Both Wade and Ethans being well past twenty-three now, the only way for them to learn what I was taught so many years ago was through trial and error.

"We constantly have problems with conspicuousness, rats, people don't expect females to be anything dangerous."

"Okay.. Where's Dick? Or are you going to tell me why I was kidnapped...again." The again part came out as a whisper.

"There's a hit, someone really high up its not possible for Ethan or I to do it, we fly out later today."

Luther wined, laying down next to me.

I shook my head, "I don't kill anymore. I've been saying that."

Wade didn't take that answer, "That's bullshit and you know it, you're probably the one person in this world that loves killing more than I do."

I fought back, "You're right we love killing, we love it because with we were manipulated to! You really think we could've imagined ourselves killing people all over the world as teenagers. Seriously, Wade, the training they put us through isn't just to make us better fighters, it's so break us, you, me, Ethans, it's to make us controllable."

"It doesn't matter. You'll do it weather you'll like it or not." Wade spat, rolling the metal chain around his hand.

"No I won't—"

Just in the split second Wade was holding a gun to my head, "You'll do it!" He yelled.

I found myself just staring at him... wanting him to take my live, silently pleading for him to pull the trigger.

"Do it." I said.

Wade just smiled, "Poor Rhylan, stuck in the world nothing but--." Wade looked over at Luther, "No! Don't."

Wade pulled on the chain that Luther was attached to, his wine filled my ears and immediately I could feel my eyes burning with tears, please not Luther, anything or anyone else but him.

Wade was holding a gun to the back of Luther's head as he was growling and frothing from the mouth, Wade looked back at me again.

"Are you sure that's your answer Rhylan?"

A tear dropped from my eye, "I'll do it, just let him go!"

Luckily he did just that and let Luther go and made his way to me, "Crying? Wow, you're even a bigger pussy than I thought you had become."

"Shut the fuck up, you're such a hypocrite, the first time we went to Afghanistan, and you had to kill a lizard for food you were sobbing."

The butt of the gun hit the side of my face hard, it took all I had to not pass out. "Okay Dick rubbing off on you I see, but I don't think you've remembered the biggest factor you son of a bitch."

I looked back up at him, feeling the blood poor down my face. "I've been everywhere, the world knows my name who I am, where I'm from, what I look like. There's no way I can shoot to kill someone and the media not seeing me. It's not possible."

Wade just smiled, and picked me up by the arm. "Oh Rhylan... Really? You're the first person to know about good disguises"

That's why I'm naked...

This is going to be a long next week.

[jenneferofjengaberg]

i'm still trying to digest the witcher news about henry cavill leaving and being replaced in s4 with...liam hemsworth. when i saw the headline i did think 'please let me have slept through 6 months and this is an april fool's joke' so that might not bode well