#henry cavill sex

[itstheimpossibledream]

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Pairing :Henry Cavill x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ohhhhhhenry]

We need more fics about big beefy hunks lusting after women in their 40s…because that’s when women really get horny TRUST ME

[maaarine]

r/Fauxmoi: Guy Ritchie Says Henry Cavill "Always" Stands Up When A Woman Enters The Room

[holylulusworld]

Sex you up - Kinktober 18

Summary: You attend a Halloween party.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: flirty Henry, meet cute, RPF, size kink, implied smut

A/N: We are having Henry in his Walter Marshall era because this one has me in a chokehold. Suffer with me.

Trope/Kink: Size Kink

Idea by: @sultryfandoms

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Halloween always has something magical to you. Not only because of the people celebrating it, or trick or treat. It’s not only the costumes, drinking, candy, and having fun.

The air is thick with mystery on Halloween, and you think about its origin and the truth behind the legend on October 31st.

“Y/N, hurry up and stop staring at the pumpkins,” your friend groans as you take another picture of the decoration outside the house. “Babe, we got invited to the party of the year. Stop being a nerd for one night.”

You harrumph. Chelsey is your friend, but her words hit home. You always were a little shy, and insecure. When you got older and turned from a girl into a woman it got better.

Still, sometimes you are self-conscious and shy away. Especially at parties with too many people, you do not know. “Coming,” you grumble under your breath. “It’s just, that the decoration is breathtaking. Look at all the jack-o-lanterns. The house looks like a gothic castle from a horror movie.”

“Yeah, spider webs and all,” Chelsey rolls her eyes. “Babe, all I want is to get waisted, and find a cute guy for the night.”

“How about you go inside, and I look at the decoration for a little longer. I’ll be right there.”

“YES!” She pinches your cheek. “I’ll get you a drink and wait for you.”

This time, you roll your eyes. Chelsey will forget about you the moment she finds some cute guy. “Go ahead. Have fun.”

She enters the house without looking back, making you sigh. Chelsey promised you are going to have a ladies’ night. Now you are on your own once again.

“You know, Halloween’s origins date back to the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain,” you squeak, and press one hand to your heart as a man stands next to you. “Sorry, sweetness. I didn’t want to scare you. On Halloween out of all days.”

You dip your head to get a better look at him. The stranger must be the tallest man you have ever seen, with broad shoulders, a wide chest and curly hair. He’s wearing a beard, making him look wilder than he really is. His soft eyes tell you he’s got a good heart.

“It’s fine. I was just admiring the decoration and got distracted,” you give him a soft smile. “Are you invited to the party too?”

“Guilty,” he returns your smile as he steps a little closer. “I see you came as a wolf. A cute one.” The man grins as you look down at your body. “I like it very much.”

“It was the only one left at the store. Well, the only one fitting me.”

“You look…” He looks you up and down, licking his lips, “Excuse my choice of words, but you look like any wolf would love to eat you alive.”

“I’m a wolf too,” you retort. “What’s your costume? Grumpy sweater lover?” You smirk.

“I’m a werewolf,” he grins, revealing sharpy canines. “See, I’m hiding behind a nice face. But if you give me the chance, I’ll sink my teeth in your flesh and eat you, sweetness.”

“Eat me?” You swallow thickly. This man is a stranger, but you feel drawn to him. His eyes drop to your chest, and you shudder under his gaze. It’s his sheer size dwarfing you that makes your body tingle.

“I bet,” he steps even closer, cupping your face with his large hands, “you make the cutest noises when I use my mouth on you.”

He flashes you a dark smile, revealing his sharp teeth to you. You shudder and press your legs together. “Maybe we can skip the party and get to the part where you eat me…”

"Oh, Mrs. Cavill, you have been a naughty girl," your husband purrs against your lips. "Let's skip the party."

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[hope-to-hell]

The bedbug. Originally posted on ao3 waaaaay back in 2020. August Walker x Reader. Smut, noncon, blood, gore, dead dove do not eat, knives, restraints. August learns about the mating habits of bedbugs. He’s going to have a great time, but you? Not so much.

———

He comes out of a Wikipedia black hole with a brilliant fucking idea. Fucking brilliant? Either way it’s the same and it starts with knives and ends with his seed spattered in the ruins of your abdominal cavity.

And it’s just, he looks at you where you’re tied down, spread open and still sticky; he looks from the knife in his hand to his dick to your belly and back the other way. Lines the blade up alongside himself and sighs, twitches, the jerk and pulse of blood reflected in the knife. It’s sharp, so fucking sharp; he cares so for his toys. And he’ll care for you as well, if you survive this. Might not, though. It’s a process.

He’s working out the logistics, you can see it; he tells you all about the bedbug and its penis, how it stabs straight into its mate’s belly. And he can do some real damage with his, he has in fact; he’s left you bruised and bloody, left you aching, but even this is beyond him. For all his awful hardness, he still can’t stab into you. Not really. Hence the knife.

He holds himself parallel to the blade, presses himself right up along the flat of it and lucky for him, he’s big but the blade is bigger. And there’s fear coiling in your gut because he’s serious, he’s really fucking serious about this. He presses the tip of the knife to your belly, walks it just a little farther past the end of his cock, a little dead space between penetration and fucking.

He’s got a two-handed grip, keeping himself absolutely steady along the flat of the blade, guiding the entire fiendish apparatus to the softness inside your hipbone. The fourth and fifth fingers of his right hand come up to steady himself against your skin, considering. And then he shifts to a sharp and sudden angle and stabs inside.

The first thrust is sharp agony, and he cannot quite get inside that slender slit left by the end of the knife so he withdraws, shifts a little, cock pulsing in time to your screams. He adjusts the angle and tries again, making a line that intersects the first cut and now he’s inside you, now his hands are slippery with blood where they hold his cock against the knife, where his fingertips too disappear into the wound.

His hands slip; the knife twists wetly in his grip and he nearly loses his cock to it but lucky for him it’s only you who’s cut, the wound growing wider and more ragged by the moment. And he throws the knife away because he is wanton but he is not stupid; now he plants one hand on your belly and the other wraps around himself to line up, to guide himself back into the meaty mess of you.

And he is silent, so perfectly silent, teeth bared and eyes narrowed, not watching the twist of agony on your face even though he loves it so; he’s watching himself disappear inside you by inches, smearing blood all around the hole, leaving handprints and cock prints and unidentifiable smears all over your skin. He’s torn something inside, whatever keeps your organs in their proper places, and he has the freedom to slide slickly wherever he pleases. He goes shallow to see the outline of himself through your skin; he curls over you and thrusts deeply to feel your guts part around him. And all the while your kittenish moans and mewls are weak and growing weaker; they fuel him to drive in harder with every decrease in your own strength.

And you can’t feel it when he comes, there’s just too much other sensation between the tearing and cold-burning pain and the plain and pure fear of it, but you can’t miss the way he stills all of a sudden. You can’t miss the drips and spatters that fall back into the hole when he withdraws, or the self-satisfied look on his face as he sits back on his heels to watch you live or die. It’s much the same to him.

[cumpletelyhappythesecond]

Henry Cavill

[athenepromachos]

Awoooooooooo 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

The man himself 

[want2fucku-blog]

Cavill Super Underoos

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Bright Like The Moon: Chapter 9

Chapter 9: She Walks Through Her Sunken Dream

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI

Fandom: Night Hunter

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Black!OFC 

Word count: 3.8K

Summary: Kamaria Mansfield is hired at the Minnesota Police Department as an intern. Detective Walter Marshall is overworked and unsatisfied. Takes place post-film.

Chapter Summary: It’s girls' night with Nina and Sophie and the night does not go as planned.

Chapter warnings: forced drug use, dissociation, abduction, mention of SA

A/N: I have been dreading this chapter. But at this point, I just have to post it before I put this story in my back pocket and ride off into the sunset. This chapter is very personal to me. If you or anyone you know is struggling to cope with the aftermath of SA, you have options to get help. Please don’t hesitate to get help, you deserve to heal. Un-beta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Cover Art by me, model for Cover Art credits

Cross-posted on AO3

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Walter’s POV

“I swear I’m okay with it.” I wasn’t okay with it. Why would I be fine with my girlfriend going out in that outfit while there was danger lurking around every corner?

“You’re really not okay with it, and that’s not a terrible thing. You’re my boyfriend and you think I look hot and maybe you think I look too hot to be going out without you,” She finishes putting her earrings on and I just watch her, “I’m torn between finding this very flattering and very annoying. And I’m going to remind you again that I will be with Nina and Sophie and they’ve got my back.”

“I know they’ve got your back, I just know what will be going through those men’s heads.” I cross my arms and look down at her, trying to appear less worried.

“Care to share? Or am I supposed to think that’s enough to keep me inside tonight?” She crosses her arms and looks up at me defiantly. She’s cute when she mimics me, but I try to ignore this.

“Men think they’re owed everything. It’s why they buy you drinks. It’s because they think you’re for sale. Men are–”

“Pigs. Yes, I’ve heard. From you. More than once, my love,” She slipped on her shoes at the door and I was fuming by the time she grabbed her keys, “Walter, you are driving me to and from the club. I can’t make this any easier on you. Aside from letting you join us inside.”

“Which I’m not opposed to!” 

“Uh huh, you told me. You are not ruining girls' night by bringing your big scary self in there.” She reaches up to my face and pulls me down for a chaste kiss, just enough to shut me up, “Now, drive me to the club. And when I come back, you are gonna hold me down and make me take every inch of you in any way you want for however long you want. Is that clear?”

“So now you make the rules, Princess?” 

“When it comes to this specific instance, yes. Because otherwise, you’d keep me locked in a tower for my safety.” 

“Stop giving me ideas, love. You know how my mind works.”

“Right, well let’s go before you start pricing towers.” Her tiny hand grabs mine and starts to lead me out of her apartment.

The drive to the club is mostly quiet. A mixture of her excitement and my apprehension creates a strange atmosphere that only affects me it would seem. She’s been tapping out a rhythm on her thigh the entire ride and she seems keen to be going out. Perhaps she needed this more than I originally thought.

As I pull up across the street from the club, she’s taking out her phone and texting the girls. I just watch her and try and school my face into a neutral expression.

“Walter, stop.”

“Stop what?” I genuinely thought I was doing well.

“I can hear your brain doing somersaults,” She looks over to me and dons a pitying smile, “The girls are coming down the street, see? I’m gonna go and you’re gonna leave and not stay here all night. I will text you when the girls and I are leaving. They took an Uber here, so we might Uber back, or by the look on your face, you’ll be picking me up. Now, tell me you love me and you trust me.”

“I love you and I trust you. I just–”

“Nope. That was all I needed. I love you, Walter. I’ll see you in a few hours, ok?” Before she can reach for the door handle, I lean in to brush my lips against hers. If I linger there for a moment, she doesn’t seem the mind.

“Have fun, Princess. I’ll see you soon.”

She exits my truck and walks a few feet to where Nina and Sophie are standing. They hug and make their way across the street to Club Echo. I stay and watch until she walks inside. Chewing the inside of my cheek, I force myself to drive away.

Kamaria’s POV

As we walk into the club, the blare of Megan Thee Stallion playing bumps around us. Heading to the bar first, we all get a couple of jolly rancher shots to get us started. The mixture of amaretto, melon liquor, grenadine, and Sprite goes down easier than I expected. 

Ordering an amaretto sour, I turn to look around the bar and survey my surroundings. You don’t date a detective without learning a thing or so. I make sure to remember where the bathrooms are, there is the main entrance and also an emergency exit to the left of where the DJ booth sits.

When I turn back around, my drink is in front of me and I pick it up taking a generous sip. When I see the girls have their drinks, I hold mine up and we toast to the night ahead. We decide to finish our drinks at the bar before moving to the dance floor.

We find the perfect spot close to the DJ as Twerkulator by City Girls starts up. The liquor in my veins paired with my rising body heat from dancing had me feeling blissful. So on cloud nine, I didn’t think twice as I felt two hands on my hips. It wasn’t until I picked up on the unmistakable feeling of a clothed erection against my ass that I came to my senses.

As I tried to move out of the grasp of who was holding me, they just held on tighter and pulled me flush against them. I tried to reach for their hands, but they just held my arms behind my back. I attempted to crane my neck to find the girls when a large paw held my jaw in place. 

When a college-aged boy comes to stand in front of me, I notice his pupils are blown wide behind his glasses. A telltale sign of drug use. He’s moving offbeat from the song but no one else seems to notice. Just like no one notices him opening my mouth and putting a small pink tablet between my lips.

Instantly, my brain has to decide. Fight, flight, freeze, or fawn? The numbness of fear washes over me as I concede my fate and I freeze. My body stiffens and my conscious mind retreats to the background as I swallow the tablet.

I can’t hear his voice, but I can see the boy’s lips moving. He’s saying ‘Kiss me’, I think. The arms that were around me suddenly let go and move me forward. His lips are so pink. And he’s got such a handsome smile.

The music is really loud.

The lights are moving so fast.

It’s so hot in here.

He’s looking over my shoulder and nodding. I try to see what he is looking at, but he catches my jaw before I can turn. His skin on mine feels like electricity and I move my hand to his face, my thumb caressing his cheek. He looks so pretty. Does he taste pretty too?

Need to taste him.

He’s leaning in. He’s so soft like he’s shy at kissing.

Not Walter. Walter’s not shy at kissing. 

“Where…Walter?” Can he hear me? He’s looking over my shoulder again, this time he’s shaking his head.

“Where…Nina? Sophie?” Head hurts. Can’t think.

Blackness.

Walter’s POV

The last thing I said to her was ‘I’ll see you soon.’ Those words keep echoing in my brain. I know I couldn’t have done anything differently. My actions didn’t cause what happened. I didn’t hand her over to her captors.

So, why then does it feel like this wasn’t a random incident? 

I’ve traced our steps back as far as I can remember. I’ve interviewed so many people from the club, including the twins who were the last to see her. They’re almost as shell-shocked as I am. 

They never saw the guys that took Kam. The cameras in the club barely picked up anything. The footage from the back of the club shows her being carried out and placed into a van before it drives off. Nothing from inside of the club that’s of any help.

I can’t help but think that I’m missing something. Checking my watch, I see it’s about 3:00 pm. It’s been about forty-one hours since I dropped her off outside of the club. I’ve slept maybe a handful of those hours. I can’t get her smile out of my head. I refuse to go home until I have her with me.

Everyone knows the first forty-eight hours are the most important in an abduction case. There are television shows and documentaries about it. I don’t want to think about the fact that the odds of finding her decrease by 50% after the first two days. But how could I not?

I’ve been here before. I’ve spoken to victims’ families. I’ve seen so many people found, but it doesn’t erase the bodies that are uncovered. We’re not going to find her body, we’re going to find her safe and alive.

I’m all she has. She has no one but me. And I refuse to let her down.

Near the forty-fifth hour, everything changes when Commissioner Harper comes into my office. He’s walked on eggshells around me since this whole thing started. I would have done the same, shoe on the other foot.

“I just got a call about a woman who was admitted to Hennepin County Medical Center. She matches Kamaria’s description. Wanna take a drive?” His words are slow and meant to not stir up hope, it would seem.

I’m up out of my seat so fast, the chair falls over behind me. “I’m driving.”

I’m silent on the drive there. So is Harper, thankfully. I pull into one of the spots designated for police and turn off the truck. With my hand on the door handle, I pause and turn to him. “If it’s not her–”

“We’ll cross that bridge if we come to it. For now, just follow me. Let’s go.” I’m grateful for his presence in this situation. I don’t want to think about doing this on my own.

We flash our badges at the reception desk and Harper confirms with the nurse that they have a young woman matching Kam’s details upstairs. After we’re given the location and directions, we make our way through various hallways. Rounding a corner, we find another nurse’s station. As Harper talks with the nurse, I look toward the end of the hall feeling impatient.

The nurse gets up and beckons us to follow her down the hallway. Knocking on the door to a room, the nurse then enters and allows us in after her. I look up and lock eyes with the patient in the bed and let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

“Walter?” Her tiny voice is no more than a whisper as she tries to sit up on the gurney.

“Don’t try to get up, dear,” The nurse standing next to me pushes me toward Kam with a smile, “You can go ahead. We’ll be right outside.” She takes Harper back to the hallway and shuts the door.

When I reach her bedside, I don’t know what to do but look at her. I notice the I.V. in her right hand, the blood pressure cuff on her left arm, the oxygen tube running under her nose, and various bandages decorating her face and hands. I’ve never seen her look so…this.

“I never thought I would see you again. I was so…scared,” She reaches out to me at the last word, and I wrap my arms around her as she sobs. She clutches at my jumper and I let loose the tears that I refused to shed the last two days.

Holding her in my arms again feels like the first time. She feels different, altered from her ordeal. The cruel yet realistic worry runs through my mind and I feel nauseous. I’m afraid to ask about it and just like always, she can read my thoughts.

When I lean back from our embrace, she looks up at me with shame in her eyes. I recognize it as a symptom of sexual assault victims and it breaks my heart.

“I let them take my clothes as evidence. I consented to have a medical forensic exam performed. They’re having me tested for STDs. And hopefully, they can find out what I was drugged with at the club,” She is still clinging to my pullover as if I would ever ask her to let go of me, “We’re both victims of this trauma and we need to be there for each other if we want to heal. But I understand if this is too mu–”

“I’m going to stop you right there. I love you, Kam. This is not too much. I will do anything in my power to help you heal, including doing the work to heal myself,” I caress her cheek and wipe away a stray tear, “But there is something I don’t understand. Why would they let you go?”

“They didn’t let me go exactly,” At my confused expression, she elaborates, “If…Justin…hadn’t been there, I–”

“Justin?”

“He’s the reason I got away. I thought he was one of my abductors, but he might be just another victim.”

“Where’s Justin now?”

“Walter, he’s not who did this to me.”

“But he knows who did, Kam. He could help us find who hurt you, so please let him help us. Where is Justin?”

“Promise me no one will hurt him?” 

“You know I can’t promise that. As an accomplice to kidnapping, he could end up facing the same charges up to and including prison time.”

“It was worth a shot to ask,” Taking a deep breath, she looks past me where Harper and the nurse stand talking outside of the window, “I told him to wait in the lobby, he should still be there. Glasses, messy chestnut hair, he said he was 21 but he looks all of 16 at best. He’s skittish so take it slow if you can.”

I nod, clearly not excited about having to take it easy on this kid. I can’t see him as a “kid” anyway, whether or not he hurt her, he’s an accomplice to kidnapping at the very least. Taking it easy is about to have to have an asterisk in the definition.

“Walter?” She reaches up to smooth out the frown lines on my face. I nod for her to speak, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I say, realizing I am unsure of where to plant a kiss. On the lips seems too much post-assault, as did the neck. A kiss on the hand felt like not enough, but my lips need to touch her before I–

“Kiss my forehead, Walter. You know I love a forehead kiss.” 

I really need to learn to quiet my thoughts around her. Damn mind reader…

As I exit the hospital room, I pull Harper to the side and explain what Kamaria has told me. They can have the warrant for his arrest as soon as we make it to the station. When we head back down to the lobby, I make sure the exits are covered so he can’t run. Looking around the room, I spot him in the corner and he looks scared already.

Originally, I thought I would have a uniformed cop arrest him. But there’s no way I’m not getting involved in this. And anyone would be dumb to try and stop me.

I sit in the chair to the right of Justin, Harper sitting to the left. His hands are in his lap, one knee bouncing as he opens his mouth.

“Is Kamaria doing okay? I want her to be okay.” He sniffles, bringing a hand up to chew at his thumbnail.

“You actually sound like you care about her,” Harper speaks evenly, appearing to be empathetic. 

I guess that makes me Bad Cop™.

“I do care about her, I lo–” 

“If you’re about to say you love her, save it for court. Nobody is gonna believe you here, kid. And I honestly doubt a judge will believe you either.” I scoffed. My blood is boiling, this kid has to be fucking with us. I’m about two seconds from throwing him against the nearest wall, setting be damned.

“Whatever. It doesn’t matter what you think about me. It matters what she thinks. And she knows that I love her. Just ask her.” Justin pleads, looking between Harper and me.

“Let’s say she knows you love her. Does she love you, Justin?” Harper countered, turning to face the kid.

“She…kissed me.” The kid actually smiles and touches his lips like a fucking teen romance movie character. I can’t take any more of this.

“Mazel Tov! Who gives a shit?” Even Harper is getting agitated, no longer speaking calmly.

“I didn’t have to hurt her to get her to touch me. She would beg me just to–”

“On the list of things that will help you, finishing that sentence is not one of them.” Judging from the height of Harper’s eyebrows and the look of sheer terror on Justin’s face, I got my point across.

“I second that. Look, work with us here. If you can help us find who hurt you, we can work on lowering your sentence,” Harper puts a reassuring hand on Justin’s shoulder, “But that is only if you agree to work with us. Trust me, a kid like you in Gen Pop? They’ll eat ya alive.”

“Can you keep us safe from him?” Us. He said ‘us’.

“When you say ‘us’, you mean…” Harper trails off, letting Justin clear up his answer.

“Keep me and Kamaria safe. If he finds out she’s here and that I brought her? He’ll gut us both. I can’t let her get hurt.”

“She’s not your responsibility. Let us worry about her. You’ve got other things to worry about, like helping us find this nutjob. I don’t suppose you have a name or a location for us?” How dare he think he has some claim to her…

“I only know him as Sir,” He pauses, suddenly looking a bit green in the face, “But I can show you where he kept us. It’s about an hour away, near Twin Lakes Beach. I drove past another hospital to get to this one outside the county. I stole his keys and I just drove. You can’t let him find us.” Justin starts to sob and I feel numb. Had it been under any other circumstances, I would have had some type of feeling. But it’s too close, too personal.

“You can show us on a map where he is, then we’ll get you down to the station and take your statement.” Harper claps a hand on Justin’s knee and nods to a uniformed cop to bring a map over.

“I think it’s better if I don’t go on the search team, for obvious reasons. I’ll be upstairs if I’m needed.” I get up, making it clear I want nothing more to do with this at the present moment. 

Walking toward the elevators, I hear Justin ask what the ‘obvious reasons’ were. As the elevator closes around me, Harper replies, “Don’t worry about it.” Yeah, that’s probably the best move right now. If he knows I’m the boyfriend, he may be less likely to speak.

Finding my way back to Kam’s room, I see that she’s sitting up in bed. She notices me walking by and motions for me to come in. 

“I assume he was still down there. You’ve got the grumpy face.” She says, reaching out for my hand. I take hold of hers and sit in the chair next to the bed.

“One of these days, I will learn how to train my face. It won’t be this week, though.” Chancing a glance at her, I can’t help but think about what Justin said. 

‘I didn’t have to hurt her to get her to touch me…’

“I know you have questions. And I swear I will answer all of them. Just, please not tonight? I’m sorry, I just can’t.” Sizable tears roll down her face and my heart breaks.

I shake my head. Partly out of fear of my voice cracking, and partly because I don’t want any answers. I’ve never been in this situation before, but it feels a lot like guilt. Like it was my fault this happened. I know it isn’t. But why does it hurt so much?

I’m pulled out of my interior monologue by my phone ringing. I clear my throat and answer it. I hear the three words spoken clear as day, but I still ask the officer to repeat herself. I acknowledge and end the call. 

Why am I so awestruck by this news? This is good, right?

Oh.

“Walter, what is it? You’re freaking me out a little.” Her voice sounds worried, but also far away. Like, maybe she feels what I feel.

“They found him. He’s been taken into custody. We got him.” I try to hide that I wish they had killed him, so she didn’t have to see her rapist again.

“That’s…good,” She is attempting to convince both of us that this isn’t worse than the alternative, “He can go to prison…and I’ll probably…have to…testify.” Her heart monitor starts to make noise, her chest rising and falling quickly.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was having a panic attack. Two nurses come in to check the monitor, I step back to let them work but Kam’s hand reaches out for mine. When she’s calmed down, the nurses take their leave and we’re alone again.

“We don’t have to think about that tonight. The only thing that matters is that we’re together, we’re safe, we love each other, and neither of us is going anywhere,” I kiss her hand and link our fingers, “Repeat it back to me.”

“We’re together, we’re safe, we love each other, and neither of us is going anywhere.” When her voice breaks, so does my resolve. I need to hold her again. I need to feel that she’s safe.

I wrap my arms around her, her bawling and my silent tears keeping us locked in a state of sadness. Even if we cry, it feels better with her in my arms knowing she is safe. 

If I have to cry with her every night for the next fifty years, I’ll do it with no questions asked. That’s a promise.

Chapter 10

A/N: The songs that I listened to nonstop while writing this chapter were All Night by Chance the Rapper and Life on Mars originally by David Bowie. I linked to the version by Trey Songz because I really love that interpretation. Ok, yes, maybe I watched Sebastian Stan’s episode of Law & Order and had a crush on his character and included him in this story. I needed an accomplice and Justin was so adorable and pliable.

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[viking-raider]

Look, I'm just saying, if you're writing smut and need a little kick, watch "How to build a sex room" there's no sex in it. But good lord, does seeing the fabulous Melanie Rose and her design skills are inspiring.

(It got the juices for this August fic going wild!)

[frankbelloriley]

Dwayne Johnson, hot off the heels of Black Adam tanking due to a convergence of both superhero movies and Dwayne Johnson movies being overexposed, comes back to professional wrestling as both a wrestler and a top executive to set up a championship match against his cousin that every wrestling fan had wanted for several years (and one he set up on his now canceled sitcom!). Except WWE, now not having creative written by an old man who can't remember what happened a week ago and with a shitty sense of humor due to serious and credible sexual abuse allegations in the workplace (with a federal investigation that is still ongoing in addition to a civil lawsuit that is not just going after Vince but everyone in the company who enabled him, which, to be clear, is the actual bigger problem with all of this than just some big wrestling show), actually has a wrestling story involving the championship title that fans have invested more than a year in, so now every wrestling fan is vocally angry at The Rock for worming himself into the title picture, a choice Dwayne Johnson made as an executive. Professional wrestling storytelling is truly circular (booing good guy wrestling character The Rock out of the building at the beginning and end of his career).

[softness-and-shattering]

I am now invested enough in the witcher (show) that im worried it wont carry to a satisfying conclusion, particularly given the whole streaming situation.  I suppose I should give the books another try. Is the series finished? 

[sacred-gayze]

People always seem to assume I'm either full gay or full bi when it's really neither.

I mainly like male androgyny, leaning on more defined features rather than round uwu femboy features.

I like most all women (especially women who look natural with skinny/angular features once again) but I cannot see myself being lovey dovey with a girl in the same way I am with boys.

So in other words I'm hyper gay but really only with guys that are peak twink. I'm only straight with the majority of the female population solely based on physical attraction but otherwise I'm completely indifferent to women romantically and would rather tongue wrestle a male elf.

[athenepromachos]

I don't care what anyone says 😖😖😖.... this picture is utter Cavill filth. How dare he sit in a chair like that ?..... I would be on my knees in seconds... and the look on his face ? That is one dirrrrrrty boy 🥵👅🍌

Why does he do this to us ???? 😫😫😫