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cloexbrosluvr · 2 days
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WHAT'S WORTH WATCHING: WALKER
TV Guide Magazine April 1-21 edition
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shellyshellshell · 22 hours
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Collide: Part Nine
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Attn: Alright friends this chapter is a whirlwind but I hope y’all like it!!!
Word Count: 3,118
Pairing: Bodyguard August Walker x Reader
Summary: Your time on the island comes to an end.
Warnings: 18+, fingering (vaginal and anal), squirting, overstimulation, sex (p in v), Soft!August, aftercare, creampie, angst, death, violence, kidnapping
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Part Eight
You sat sprawled on the couch while August took a phone call. When he returns he takes your feet and begins massaging them. “You don’t have to do that August,” you tell him. “I figured they might be sore after the long walk we took today while exploring,” he said as he continued. “Who was on the phone?,” you ask him. “Syverson. The Davenports are in the wind. All except Declan and of course he’s useless,” August sighs. “That’s… not good,” you said worriedly. “Hey. Don’t fret, Princess,” he says as he runs his hands up your calf. Really you weren’t too sore, but you were enjoying this.
“I found these in your bag,” August then said, showing you the nail polish. “Yeah? I picked them up before we left. Thought I might paint my nails, but I haven’t slowed down long enough to,” you say. “Can I?,” he asks as he runs a thumb overtop your foot. “You want to paint my nails?,” you question. “Yes,” he replied. “Alright,” you nod. He wordlessly pick a color before carefully resting your foot on his thigh. You watch him as he paints your toenails with astute precision. You smile to yourself as he wipes a bit of the polish off of your skin.
“Now your fingers,” he says softly. “You sure?,” you ask him. “Of course,” he says as he takes your hand. “No one’s ever done this for me before. No one that wasn’t my grandma or paid to anyway,” you tell him. “I’d do anything for you Princess,” he says as he runs the brush over your pinky nail. You rest your head against his shoulder as he finishes up and when he’s done you lean up and give him a kiss. “Thank you,” you tell him. “When they dry I’ll finish that massage. You still want to go explore the island more tomorrow?,” he asks. “Yeah if you still want to,” you tell him. “I do as long as you’re not too tired,” he says. “I’m fine. I promise,” you reply with another kiss.
As promised he takes you to bed, gives you a full body massage then pulls you tight to his chest and holds you while the two of you sleep. When you wake, he’s tangled tight around you. You look up and see his lashes resting against his face. His chest is rising and falling against yours as his curls sit wildly atop his head. You gingerly brush a few back from his forehead, causing him to stir. “Princess,” he mumbled. “It’s just me,” you say softly. His arms tighten around you as he scoots down a bit and lets his head rest on your chest.
You cradle his face and kiss the top of his head. He hums contentedly against you. “I love you,” you tell him. “I love you, Princess,” he replies without hesitation. You two lay there for a long while before August fully wakes. He looks up at you with those pretty blue eyes and before you realize you’re leaning down to capture his lips with yours. He sighs deeply before speaking. “Still want to explore today?,” he questions. “I do,” you tell him. “Let’s get some breakfast, then we’ll go,” he says before kissing you once more.
The island was much bigger than either of you had anticipated when August happened upon a map of it in the study. Of course right after you’d insisted on exploring. The east side was mostly just beach with a bit of forest. Today you two were finding the west side to be more densely forested. It was lush with vegetation and flora as well. You thought that it was beautiful. August watched you as you took it all in. He couldn’t be bothered with the flowers or trees, not when the most precious thing he’d ever seen was looking like that.
“It’s stunning,” you say in awe. “Sure is,” August breathes. You turn to look at him and realize his eyes are on you. You smile shyly to yourself before taking his hand and forging on. The two of you finally come to a bit of an opening and find a small crystal blue pond with a waterfall. You let go of August’s hand and immediately start stripping. “What are you doing?,” August asks. “Going for a swim,” you say with a wink. You don’t stop until your bare before making your way into the water. For a moment August stood stricken by you. The way the sun is shining down on your slick skin, the mischievous smile on your face, just how fucking much he loved every piece of you. It made it hard for him to breathe.
He started to undress as well before joining you in the water. When he reaches you he pulls you close before taking you behind the water fall. He sits you up on the smooth rocks and takes you in. “August,” you murmur, trying to reach for him. “Just let me look at you,” he breathes as his hands rest on your thighs. He runs his hands up your legs, over your hips, up your waist and cradles your face. “Every part of you is perfect,” he rasp before giving you a light kiss. When his hands trail back down he lets his thumbs roll over your nipples making you mewl into his touch. When his hands reach your thighs he spreads them, and he groans at the sight. “So pretty,” he mumbles as he runs two fingers through your folds.
You whine when he pulls away and moves you to the very edge. He places your feet there as well, putting you on display for him. He notes how you’re clenching around nothing, and your clit is swollen with need for him. It makes his cock throb, but first he wants you to come for him. He needs it like he needs air to breathe. He pushes his fingers inside you, making you bite your lip. He shakes his head and pulls it loose. “Let me hear you,” he says as he starts pushing against your walls. You moan out into the open as his eyes glaze over with want. “That’s it Princess,” he encourages as he applies pressure to your clit with his thumb. “August,” you gasp as your hips jolt.
He moves closer, wrapping his arm around you to keep you in place. You cling to his shoulders as blinding pleasure washes over you and you gush around his fingers. August pants as he basks in your pleasure. Possessiveness overcomes him as he realizes that it belongs to him and him alone. “All mine,” he growls against the skin of your neck. “Fuck… Yes. I’m all yours August,” you cry out as he continues to work you over. “More,” he demands. “I— I want y- your cock. P— please,” you manage to stammer out. “You’ll have it as soon as you give me what’s mine,” he says before nipping at your neck.
“Mmm,” you whine, squirming against him. You’re nearly sobbing in his arms as a second orgasm takes you over. Before you’ve come down, August pulls you down into the water and onto his cock. He turns in the water to make sure you’re not scraping against any of the rocks before he begins his assault on your oversensitive pussy. “Mmpf. Auguuust,” you whimper as tears roll down your cheeks. He runs his thumb across your lips and the second you open he’s pressing it against your tongue. “Take it. Fucking take it. Shit…,” he husks.
You’re moaning around his thumb, completely fucked out, but absolutely willing to take what he has to give. The water is sloshing around the two of you as he pounds into you. He leans forward and harshly sucks the skin the by your collarbone into his mouth. You cry out, releasing his thumb. He takes his hand and runs it down the seam of your ass before massaging at your other hole. You grip tightly at the hair at the nape of his neck. “Put it in,” you pant. Without hesitation he slips a digit inside you. You moan at the feeling of him stroking both of your holes. After a few strokes he adds a second finger.
“So full,” you whine. “Touch yourself,” he demands. You’re not sure if you can take it but you want it so bad, you do as he says. “August,” you groan as you furiously rub your clit, trying to match his pace. August is so turned on he isn’t sure how he hasn’t blown his load yet, but the longer he’s in you the better in his mind, even with the way the head of his cock aches. It seems like he can feel every nerve ending on it as your gummy walls envelop him.
You’re squeezing him so tight now he can hardly move, letting him know you’re close. He leans back and cups the back of your head as your body tenses and your eyes flutter closed. “Look at me while you cum on my cock, Princess. Open your eyes. Tell me… Do I make you feel good?,” he asks. “Yes sir,” you hiccup before the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had in your life washes over you. August watches you with rapt satisfaction and the hand on your clit slows and your body becomes lax in his hold. His fingers still inside you, but August keeps them there enjoying the feeling of himself moving in your pussy.
Your chest heaves against him, hardly able to catch your breath before he’s knocking it out again. Your fingers dig into his firm chest, pulling lightly at the hair there as he starts to tense. He brings his lips to yours for a consuming kiss as he grunts into your mouth until he can hardly breathe. He rests his forehand against yours as the first wave of his own pleasure hits him. “Huhh… ffuck. Princess,” he groans as he works himself through it. Once he stills, he eases himself out of you before pulling you flush to him. He holds you and you’re finally able to catch your breath. “You okay?,” he asks. “Mmhm,” you tell him before holding him tight.
The two of you relaxed awhile in the little pond before heading back. Your limbs felt unbelievably heavy after the intense way August had taken you, but you knew it would only provide for a good sleep that night. When arriving back at the house August took you for a shower, gently washing every inch of you before washing himself and drying you off. “You sure you’re okay sweetheart?,” he asked, noticing your sluggish state. “I promise. Just a little hungry and sleepy now,” you told him before giving him a kiss. “Well let’s fix that,” he said before kissing you again.
You throw on some panties and an oversized T-shirt before following August who’s just got on some gym shorts into the kitchen. “What does my princess want for dinner?,” he asked as he held you from behind. You looked in the fridge and contemplated. “Surprise me, I can’t decide,” you tell him. He places a kiss on your temple before moving to grab some ingredients. “You go rest sweetheart, I’ve got this,” he tells you. You sit on the couch and fall asleep before you realize. “Princess,” August says as he shakes you lightly. “I’m sorry,” you tell him. “It’s alright. Come eat and we’ll go to bed,” he says as he helps you up.
“This is so good. Where’d you learn to cook like this?,” you asked as you inhaled the food. “Some from my mom, some trial and error. With her working so much after my father left, I tried to cook for us as much as I could to take that bit of responsibility off of her,” he said. “So you’ve always been a caregiver huh?,” you asked him. “Just to the people I love, which consists of my mother and you, Princess. Everyone else can get fucked,” he shrugged. You nod lightly. “Did I say something wrong?,” he asks, tinge of concern in his voice. “No. I’m just thinking about how lucky I am to have you,” you tell him.
“Princess you’ve got it all wrong,” he says as he cradles your face between his hands. “Wha—,” you begin before he cuts you off with a kiss. “It’s me who’s lucky. So stupidly fucking lucky. You’ve given me everything,” he tells you. “Bu—,” you try to say before he’s quieting you with another kiss. “Finish your dinner so we can rest,” he says before kissing you softly once more. You finish up before letting him lead you to the bedroom. He strips you down before doing the same to himself and pulling you into bed. As usual he pulls you close and caresses your body soothingly until you fall asleep.
The next morning you wake up to August running his finger tips over your face. “Good morning,” you smile sleepily. “Good morning,” he beams before kissing you sweetly. You drape your arms over his neck and pull him closer. He smiles into the kiss before running his tongue over your lips. You eagerly open for him and just as his tongue meets yours, his phone rings. “Mmm,” you pout as he pulls away. “I know Princess,” he says as he wills himself away from you. “Yeah?,” he questions. “What the fuck?,” he shouts, startling you. “Yeah. Okay,” he says before hanging up.
He turns to you with a pained look. “What’s wrong?,” you ask nervously. “It’s your dad. He’s in the hospital. Apparently he’s been beaten pretty badly,” he says as tears form in your eyes. “We’ve got to go,” you say as you throw the covers back. You shakily begin to dress before trying to gather up your things. You’re shoving your toiletries into a bag when you lose your grip and it all goes tumbling to the floor. “Let me help you,” August says as he quickly drops to the floor and begins gathering your things. He gingerly takes the bag from your hand and that’s when you absolutely crumble.
You fall to your knees and August gathers you in his arms. “Wh- why?,” you stammer between sobs. “I don’t know Princess,” he says honestly. Once you’ve calmed down a bit you two finish before heading out. The plane ride home is somber. You snuggle into August, trying to calm yourself. He’s got you in his lap, running his hand up and down your back as you quietly cry. “I’m so sorry, Princess,” he murmurs into your hair. He can’t stand to see you like this, but he doesn’t know how to make it better. When you arrive at the airstrip Sy is there waiting for the two of you. He quickly pulls you into his arms.
“I’m so sorry darlin’,” he says when you pull away. “How is he?,” you ask as he ushers you into the car. You’re in the back seat between him and August. “Stable, but they roughed him up real good,” he told you. “Where was Perry during all of this? Is he alright?,” you ask in reference to your dad’s bodyguard. Sy looked at you before looking across to August, and realization hit you. “He’s DEAD?,” you wail. “He did all he could — he..,” Sy wavered. Perry had been in the military with him. “I’m sorry,” you say softly as tears fall. “It’s gonna be alright. We’re gonna get these guys,” Sy says with determination.
When you arrive at the hospital you’re immediately taken to your father’s room. You find him awake and talking with Detective Marshall. “Dad,” you say softly as you push past Walter. You gingerly wrap your arms around him and sob. “I’m alright Cupcake,” he says weakly. “The hell you are,” you say as you pull back. Your hands shakily hover over his black, blue, and red face. “If we could continue,” Walter interjects. “Can’t this wait?,” you turn as you give the large man a look of irritation. His gruff exterior ebbs momentarily. “It’s important we get as much information from your father that we can while it’s still fresh, Lovely,” he says gently. “It’s okay, sweetie,” your dad assures you.
You move out of the way, Walter’s gaze heavy upon you, and go tuck yourself into August’s arms. Once he’s finished, Walter talks to Sy a moment before leaving. Your dad had already fallen back asleep. You stand by his bed, tears rolling down your face. “We should just give them the money,” you say barely above a whisper. “Can’t do that. We ain’t about to start negotiatin’ with criminals,” Sy said. “Is your father in the hospital? No. Mine is. Look what they did to him Eric. If they get their stupid money maybe they’ll leave us alone,” you say becoming hysterical.
You feel August’s hands rest gently on your arms from behind. “Sweetheart, he’s right. If we give them money, what’s to stop them from taking more and more. Where’s the line drawn?,” he asks. You don’t want to admit it but you know he’s right. You just want this all to stop. “I’m not leaving him,” you say. “And I’m not leaving you,” August replies before kissing your cheek.
The next few days you and August fall into a routine there at the hospital. You’re both exhausted, August even more so because he hasn’t slept a wink since you two arrived. The one day he happens to doze off he awakens, automatically knowing something is wrong. You’re not there. “Greg,” he says as he gently shakes your father awake. “Hmm…,” he says as he opens his eyes. “Where is she? Did she tell you anything when she left?,” he asked. “WHAT? Where’s my daughter?,” he asks frantically as his heart rate monitor goes haywire. “I’m going to find her,” August says before leaving the room.
He heads out and asks everyone he sees and no one has a clue where you are. Finally he calls Sy who quickly arrives at the hospital with Harry so they can go over the hospital’s security system. “There,” Harry says pointing to your frame. “Looks like she went to the vendin’ machines,” Sy added. “Why wouldn’t she wake me?,” August says desperately. The next thing he sees makes his heart drop. Without a word someone comes up behind you, injecting you with a sedative no doubt, before hauling you onto a gurney and taking you God knows where. “FUCK,” he shouts as he swipes a hand across the desk, sending everything crashing to the floor.
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laf-outloud · 18 hours
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Check out the link for a sneak preview of a scene from next week's Walker! (If I can figure out how to post the video, or find a direct link, I'll add that!)
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henrycavilledits · 7 months
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Henry Cavill as August Walker Mission Impossible: Fallout (2018)
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HENRY CAVILL as AUGUST WALKER Mission: Impossible - Fallout (2018) | dir. Christopher McQuarrie
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princessaxoxo · 6 months
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Dad's Best Friend
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August Walker x reader 
Summary: August is your dad's best friend, and the two of you share a special afternoon.
Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, unprotected sex (p in v), cussing, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, pet names (princess, my girl, baby, good girl), Age Gap
Wordcount: 1.8k+
A/N: Reader is in her mid 20s and august is in his 40s.
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You attended your father's 46th birthday celebration; this year, he went above and beyond. Instead of hosting the celebration at his home as he usually did, he chose to rent a banquet hall. The reason? You did not know.
Nonetheless, the décor and the extravagantly dressed attendees were stunning. Ladies, including you in the most exquisite dresses, and men dressed in their best suits
As you moved around the room, you introduced yourself to everyone and thanked them on your father's behalf.
That is when you noticed him, August. You did not think he might be here, but he definitely would be given that your father and him have been close friends for a long time.
In the past, even with other people around, you did not dare to approach him. You were not as nervous anymore because you were older and had more life experience.
"Hey August, remember me?" you said as you entered his field of vision. "No, I am sorry; I don't," he said after giving you a quick glance. "Alexander's daughter, I know I do not look the same," you said with a smile as you looked at him. August's eyes nearly bulged out of his head in shock at what he was seeing.
Although he thought you were attractive the last time he saw you, he decided not to pursue you because you were the daughter of his close friend.
"Oh yes, I apologize. How are you doing?"
Compared to the earlier conversations you had that same night, this one between the two of you seemed to flow naturally.
August began to perceive you differently; you were not the same apprehensive college student he first met three years ago. That is what frightened him, because he did not care about the consequences of what he wanted to do to you and with you.
He eyed your movements more than he should’ve. Whether or not you noticed was irrelevant to him. How you occasionally licked your lips following each wine sip
He needed to leave your presence because of the unholy thoughts that started to run through his mind. "Please excuse me; I have to use the restroom." He smiled at you with his lips pursed.
You were upset in some ways and dreaded the conversation's end. However, you also departed to spend the rest of the evening with your parents.
When the cake was brought out for your father, everyone gathered. August put his arm around your father and shouted, "Happy birthday!" clearly drunk.
When your father went to blow out the candles, August looked at you with a lustful glare that made you squeeze your thighs together.
He noticed that, and it made his ego soar knowing he was making you feel that way.
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You arrived at your parent's house the following morning. "Hello?" As there was nobody in sight when you went to look around, you made the decision to sit and wait for them.
After 30 minutes, you heard the door open. "Mom? Dad?” you called out.
"Unfortunately, no, I came by to say goodbye to your father," August said as he appeared.
“Oh, my parents' are out. I’m not sure when they’ll be back.” You looked to the couch and said, “If you like, you could sit and wait with me.”
He didn’t second-guess his choice.
He took a seat and began to man spread.
On a chair your parents had in the living room, you sat across from him.
Until he spoke, the two of you sat in quiet comfort. “If I have not already said so, you looked stunning last night.”
“Thank you; what I wore last night wasn’t my first choice, nor was the dress my favorite.” August stayed quiet for a moment, taking you in. He rubbed his jaw. "Well, still, you looked stunning. I'm sure you look stunning in anything you wear"
What he said shocked you, you hadn't expected to hear that from him.
You eyed him just as he did with you, and you realized that you hadn't seen someone look so good with a beard; you wanted to know how it would feel against your pussy while giving you head.
You were 99% sure it would feel like heaven.
Acting on instinct, you walked over to the couch and climbed onto his lap. He leaned his head back to look up at you with a smirk. “And what are you doing, princess?” You grabbed his jaw and kissed him. His lips were soft, moving elegantly against yours.
You felt his hardened cock underneath his slacks, and you started to rub yourself against his cock.
He grabbed the back of your neck, turning the soft kiss into a harsh one.
Holding onto you tightly, he turned you on your back. He started to kiss down your neck, your chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.
"Let's get your shirt off." He threw your shirt off and started kissing between your breasts. You leaned up for a moment to unclasp your bra. As soon as it was off, he grabbed each one, kissing and sucking your nipples and moaning around them.
"Fuck, you have the most perfect tits."
Moans were filling up the silence in the house.
You helped him undo your pants, and he smacked your thighs for you to open them wider.
"You're drenched for me already, princess." He moved your panties over and slid two of his fingers between your folds before removing them and tasting you.
He held a smirk on his face as he lowered himself. He ripped your panties, and you felt his breath over your bare pussy. "Please August" 
"Tell me what you want, princess, and I'll give it to you."
You looked at him with pleading eyes and said, "Please lick my pussy; I need it."
He opened up your folds with his fingers and started sucking on your clit, he removed his mouth, and you whined. You leaned up to look at him; he spat down on your pussy and started to rub your clit. "Oh, shit" you moaned loudly.
You watched as he relentlessly sucked and licked your pussy repeatedly.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head. Your pussy tasted so sweet. "Does my girl want my fingers?" You couldn't get your words out; you nodded quickly.
"Give me your words."
"Yes, I want your fingers."
He plunged his fingers into you, and he watched as you threw your head back.
You could feel yourself on the verge of an orgasm. "I- I'm going to come." You held on to his hair as you grinded your pussy on his face.
Your moans became louder, and your thighs started to shake. He held a tight grip on them. Your eyes were shut tightly, and you saw spots behind them as you came on his face.
You were right; his beard felt fantastic against your pussy.
You watched him take off his shirt and then his slacks. He pulled out his enlarged cock, which was bigger than you anticipated.
"Open your mouth." You did as told; he looked at you, then his cock. "You know what to do, baby."
You kissed his head and then licked around his tip before fully taking his cock into your mouth. You began to hallow your cheeks as he pushed his cock down your throat. "God, baby, your mouth is a talent."
Tears started to brim in your eyes. "My girl looks gorgeous with my cock down her throat. Shit, I'm going to fucking cum." He spurted down your throat, and you proudly swallowed his load.
"I need to feel your pussy around my cock; I can't wait a moment longer."
He tapped his cock on your pussy, and moved between your folds. Your wetness spread over him before he delved into you. Your mouth parted with a moan. "Oh god, August."
"That's right, baby. Taking my dick so well. You're such a good girl for me."
He slowly built up a pace that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "Your pussy belongs to me now, do you understand?" He grunted out, "I've been thinking of this since last night, wondering how you feel around my cock."
He gave your face a little slap and grabbed your jaw. "Answer me."
"Yes, my pussy belongs to you."
Both of your moans were mixing together with the sound of slapping skin, and he was in awe at how your tits were bouncing up and down. He leaned down and licked around one of your nipples while pinching the other one.
He moved his lips upward and began to massage his tongue with yours. You moaned into the intense kiss you were sharing.
He grabbed one of your legs, lifting it onto his shoulder, kissing the side of your ankle, and holding onto your hips. This position allowed him to reach deeper. "August, baby, I'm going to come."
"Yeah, going to come all over my cock? Just like a good girl, I know you are."
He pulled you closer to him and increased his pace; your nails were scratching on his back. His grunts were sounds of pleasure and pain.
"Look at me; I want to see your pretty face while you come all over, my cock princess."
Your brows furrowed, and you felt that familiar feeling in your stomach while your thighs began to shake.
"Oh, oh yes."
August was close to your face, your lips brushing against one another.
"I'm going to fill up your sweet pussy; make you full of me, baby."
"Yes, please" 
He kissed you hard before he moaned out, filling you with his cum. August thrusted inside you a few more times to get every drop of him into you.
August removed his cock, and at the same time, you heard a car pulling into the driveway.
"Shit!" 
In a hurry, you and August got dressed.
Your parents walked through the door. "y/n, where are you, sweetie?"
"I'm in the living room." You smiled at her once you saw her. She looked over at August, not expecting to see him. "August, what are you doing here?" He responded kindly to her, "I was coming to say goodbye to my best man, of course."
Your mother told him where your father was, and afterward, she walked to you. "Are you okay? you're flustered."
"Yes, of course I'm okay. Just excited to spend my last night with both you and Dad."
Your mother, being the sweetest person on the planet, of course, believed your lie.
"y/n come say bye to August."
You walked to him, standing in front of the door. "It was so nice seeing you again. It was a pleasure." The smile you held was genuine.
"No, trust me, the pleasure was all mine." August brought you in for a hug and whispered in your ear.
"You will keep my cum in you for the rest of the day. If you don't, I will find out. I'll be seeing you love." He gave you a kiss on your cheek before bidding your parents goodbye for the last time.
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buckyshusband0 · 6 months
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𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍
pairing; DarkProfessor!August Walker x M!Reader
☬— nsfw content. dark themes. body worship. degrading/praising. jealous themes. mentions of past trauma. rough sex. descriptions of violence/murder. daddy kink. knife play. verbal insults.
summary; After having a first glance at you, professor August knew he wanted to make you his. The only thing stopping him was that you were a forbidden obsession. Not only an obsession, but you were his student.
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THE brightness of the sun seeped through the jet-black curtains as the morning day came to a beginning for August Walker. A slight groan escaped his lips as he pushed himself up and leaned his muscular back against the dark bed frame.
His hooded eyes looked around the bedroom as a — quiet but still audible — sigh left his mouth. His hand gestured over his beard as he got up from his bed to get ready for the day.
Once he was ready, he made his way into his jet-black car with a black hot coffee in his hand. After a 10-minute drive towards the university, August slammed his car door shut and marched his six-foot frame towards his classroom.
Attending a university when your professor is August Walker, of course, he would get all the lust-filled eyes from the girls as he walked through the halls with his slightly unbuttoned shirt and his sleeves rolled up on his muscular arms.
Why wouldn't he?
He walked around the place like he owned it. He knew he had this hold of power over everyone in the university, and he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it. The girls worshipped the ground he walked upon, wanting every but of him. But he didn't care for them.
But August only cared for one person. A person who was so naive as to not even recognize the thoughtful acts he would do for him every day. Someone he would secretly protect without his knowledge.
That person was you...
His beautiful sweet angel. You looked shy when you were not with the right people, but when you were, a beautiful smile would break out on your face. As soon as he saw you enter his classroom, August lost his breath as he knew you were going to cause him problems. He was clear that you caused him to have an obsession with wanting you.
They say "love at first sight" doesn't exist, but with August, he felt that love for you blossom out of his stone-cold heart. You were like a plague, something which invaded his mind 24/7.
He couldn't stop thinking about you.. he felt compelled to have you underneath him, to feel your soft skin under his touch. To hear your sweet moans as he gave you the pleasure you most desired. August needed you...
As time goes by, the hallway that was once flooded by people begins to become empty from people going to their lectures. Your soft lips pressed against Zayn, your boyfriend as he forcefully kissed you hard. His hands went to your arms—where bruises covered—and let his mouth form into a smirk.
Zayn was your boyfriend of 2 years.
He wasn't always like this, he was once a loving man. But something inside of him switched. Something to cause you harm. You were too naïve to notice any of his wrongs.
"We're going out tonight, baby," Zayn ordered. He never asked you, just ordered. He never asked why you would cry yourself to sleep, why you would feel like something was holding you down. Your heart clenched and your eyes would cry until they couldn't no more from the way Zayn wouldn't even reassure you.
Reassurance was all you needed...
As he spoke, you nodded before walking away to enter your lecture. When you walked into the room, your professor, August Walker, was talking to a student until his words came to a stop. Without your knowledge, your presence made August happier.
One thing ran through his wretched mind the whole time he taught everyone who stayed sat the whole time, paying attention to the words that flowed out of his mouth. You...
August couldn't help himself but picture what your beautiful body would look like under his. Your sweet angelic moans would escape your lips from the pleasure that he knew you desired — That he desired. He wanted you and only you.
The sinful thoughts that would pop up in his mind caused him to stutter while he was teaching the class that you were sitting in. How could he not? Your (e/c) eyes connected with his every time he would talk, and just by making eye contact with you, his pants tightened.
August knew that he couldn't breathe without you… You were the main cause of his morning awakening. He was aware that this forbidden obsession with you would get him into trouble, yet he didn't care. He was only aware that you were going to be his.
No matter what.
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The terrible smell of alcohol reeked through the club.
August felt the — almost silent — wooden floor creak under his heavy feet as he entered the place. The sight of people letting their bodies lose to the music and chugging alcohol into their system made August grimace with a scowl on his face the whole time.
He walked over to the bar — which was crowded with many slouchy men— with his broad shoulders and towering stance. He gives a sharp nod to the bartender whose eyes were glued onto him, waiting for his order and hurried to get a beer at his command.
The sound of unfunny jokes could be heard being thrown around from man to man as August's blue eyes observed the crowded place. He was here for one thing only—well someone...
August knew you would be here.
That is what he loves to believe—that he wasn't stalking or following you. He wasn't, He was protecting you. Protecting you in any way from the risks that this world might pose to you. He was aware that he had to keep his beautiful angel safe from harm.
Because if something were to happen to you at the hands of someone else, they would have seen the devil himself, only God knows. August would happily cover his hands in the blood of the person who had the audacity to harm what was rightfully his with a smile on his damn face.
His hand gestured gently to his pocket to feel for the pocket knife he always carried with him just in case someone ever tried anything with you. He knew no one would try to attack him because of his threatening build and hovering height.
And then, his eyes connected to your figure.
He felt a muscle in his jaw ticks from the scene that was happening in front of him. You were—drunkenly dancing—with another student of his from another class, Zayn.
August couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing. His face turned into a dark red and his knuckles turned white. The sudden sound of glass breaking caused him to step out of his trance and look down at his bloodied hand.
"Fuck." August whispers as his vision darkened at the sight of seeing the—used to be fixed—beer bottle now broken into little pieces in his hand. But, he could care less about his wound. What he really cared about was the anger that he had never felt when he watched you grind onto another man.
Another man who isn't him...
Jealousy hasn't been so clear before, but it was painted like a perfect picture on a canvas on August's face. His brows furrow when he could see Zayn forcefully pull you into a hallway where no one was in and that makes him stand up harshly.
He steps into the — lightly dimmed — hallway and hides behind a wall to observe what is happening. His nostrils flare with anger and envy coursing through his veins from the thought of you being with someone else. Someone who isn't him...
"C'mon, baby... stop being scared and let me touch you..." Zayn whispered drunkenly into your ear as his hands caressed your body. He had you pushed against the wall and even though you were drunk, you clearly didn't want this.
"Zayn, I-I don't want this." You muttered under your breath as you felt his slimy hands make their way under your shirt. You felt an uneasy feeling in your stomach from his touch.
You didn't like it.
You wanted this to stop. "Baby quit bitching and let your boyfriend fuck you," Zayn said with anger and impatience as you didn't let him touch you the way he wanted to. He could see that you were uncomfortable, but he didn't care.
Zayn always loved that feeling he had with you. The feeling of power. He had knowledge about how you're childhood was and why you're this naïve now — which is why he loves to take advantage of you. He loves having a sense of power over you.
But you were done with it.
"I said, stop!" You shout and roughly push Zayn off to get him far away as possible and march your way out of the exit with tears trying to fight their way to escape your eyes.
August's eyebrows lower as he sees you walk out and debates whether or not he should follow you, but he can't just let Zayn walk away feeling happy with himself. He couldn't let Zayn walk away freely after hurting his angel mentally and physically.
And with that, August steps out from behind the wall and marches his heavy feet towards Zayn whose brows furrow from seeing his professor. "Professor Walk-" His words are cut off when a straight punch connects to his jaw, sending him to the rough ground.
His face starts to get covered in crimson-red blood as August continues laying punch after punch onto this fuckers face for touching and disrespecting his sweet angel.
He was going to pay for what he did...
"If I ever hear you talk to y/n or touch him like that again, I will not hesitate to hurt you again. And so God help me, if I find out you were to hurt him again—" August lets out a low evil chuckle and lays another punch onto his broken rib. "I'll kill you with a smile on my face." He seethes through his teeth as he starts to stand up.
"F-Fuck you man!" Blood covers his ugly teeth and a smirk makes its way onto August face as Zayn coughed up more blood.
"Just know this, Zayn, and hear me clearly..." August reaches for the knife in his pocket and retracts it. He roughly injects the cold metal blade into Zayn's stomach and leans in toward his ear. He licked his soft pink lips before speaking.
"He's mine."
Zayn's brown eyes widen from the blood that was rushing out of his body. His skin turning pale, and his eyes fighting to stay open. His vision slowly turning black as the last thing he saw was August's dark shadow walk away from him. He was left there to die. Left alone.
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Darkness was all you could see.
The sound of crickets could be heard as you walked on the rough concrete with your arms crossed. The chilling breeze caused your body to shiver and bumps to grow on your skin.
Your thoughts were running wild as you walked to get back home. You couldn't believe what just happened. You actually stood up for yourself... sort of. The sudden sound of a loud honk and beaming lights came behind you and you started walking faster.
"No, no, no, no."
You whispered under your breath hoping the person in the jet-black car would just surpass you and not think to look back. That was until it stopped right by your side and the window rolled down and you felt your eyes widen from who you saw.
"Professor August?" You questioned the knowing face. Worry covered your professor's face as he observed the unsafe environment that you and he were currently in.
"y/n? What are you doing out here walking alone at this time? It's not safe." August said sternly with concern laced in his husky deep voice. You frown not wanting to tell him what happen, but he already knew. Hell.. he even dealt with the problem.
August could still see the way how your body didn't stand up straight, so he knew you were still drunk. "Get in, I'm taking you to my place." You were too drunk to even comprehend what he was really saying, so with that you got into his car and felt how soft the passenger seat was. His face was lightly lit up from the street lights and you couldn't help yourself but think how attractive August is. You feel your body grow with heat and your eyes widen slightly with the sinful forbidden thoughts that rush through your mind. 'Stop it y/n... he's your professor.' You thought to yourself as he drove to his apartment.
Now you were sitting on the end of his bed waiting for him to come back with a glass of water he said he would get. August let a gentle smile come onto his face at the thought of him taking care of you.
This is how it should be...
Him making sure you're safe, well-fed, cleaned, and loved. He needed to love on you like no one else could. He wanted to be yours as much as he wanted you to be his. He couldn't help the feeling of butterflies crawling their way into his stomach at the thought.
He brings the glass of water and lays it down gently on the desk. "Are you okay, angel?" August asked with a soft tone he would only use with you. You are so special to him and you don't even realize... Too blind to see the acts he has act upon for you to notice him.
He let out a soft breath as he looked down at you and saw an unfamiliar look in your (e/c) eyes. "Angel are you-" August's words were cut off when he felt a pair of lips connect with his. A bright pink shade reached his cheeks as you kissed him, and God did he love the feeling. The feeling of your soft lips on his...
He soon returned the passionate kiss and felt the butterflies he once felt, come rushing back in. Fuck he needed you so bad... Your tongues soon started to dance with each other—fighting for dominance. He backed away from the kiss to connect his lips to the soft skin of your body and gestured over every mark on your body.
"You're so beautiful..."
His tall muscular body leans in towards your ear, his hot breath exhaled towards your (s/c) skin which made unwanted goosebumps arrive. His next words left you to let out a soft whine escape your lips.
"I'm gonna fucking ruin you angel.."
August's words made a smile reach onto your face as you leaned back onto the silky sheets of the bed and reached your hands out for him to take. He threads his rough fingers into your soft-like ones and puts them over your head. He leans in for another kiss until you have to pull away—which causes a string of salvia to form—to catch the loss of breath.
Your body was in bliss as you felt nervous under his touch. His blue dilated eyes held nothing but lust and love. As you feel his hands gesture over your thighs, you look away but instantly feel a finger under your chin to reconnect your hungry gaze to his.
"Look me in my eyes as I fuck you, angel."
You swallow a growing lump in your throat and nod to the six-foot man's order. Without warning, you felt a soft pair of plump lips against your hole and your eyes widen from the euphoric feeling that made its way towards your stomach.
It was all happening so fast. Soft moans escape from your lips and your eyes roll to the back of your head as your toes curl. Your fingers thread through August's brown hair and you pull at it roughly which causes a muffled grunt to leave him.
The eye contact August was making was so real. His eyes filled with—nothing but lust and love— never stopped looking at you as he ate you out like you were his last meal. "Fuck, that feels so good!" You moaned out loud, not holding back any noises. Your body jolts up when you feel three fingers curl up inside of you and penetrate your hole roughly. Your cock leaking as you felt your orgasm rushing in already.
"Shit, I'm so close, keep going-" Your words were cut off when he yanks his fingers away from you to your wet tongue, leading them. As he forces you to suck on the fingers that are already within you, he inserts another finger. He moves them into scissor motions as he removes them from your lips to show how wet they have become.
"You're not gonna fucking cum till I say so, understand?" August growled out and all you could do was nod until you felt his thick cock push itself into you. Your eyes widen from the size of it and sweet moans escaped your lips.
"A-August..." You mumble a whisper as he thrusts deep inside of you over and over. You couldn't believe what was happening. This felt so... so real. August hands caressed your body, worshipping every part of it. Like the beauty you are. Your touch, your moans, your fucking sweet scent. August couldn't hold back any longer. He felt his cock twitch inside your pulsing hole—which signaled he was about to cum.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum! Cum with me, angel... cum with me like the good boy you are." He moaned out. The scratches that you caused on his back start to turn a dark shade of red and his eyes roll to the back of his head as he felt his sticky, white cum paint the inside of your walls— like a blank canvas waiting for its artist to perfect a masterpiece.
A masterpiece is what you are...
Letting out a huge sigh of relief, August pulls out of you and falls down onto the soft sheets. You fall onto his chest and lay a gentle kiss on his chest as you look up at him. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tight, as if you could disappear at any second.
He couldn't let that happen.
You were finally in his arms, exactly where he wanted you. The butterflies started to flutter once more as soon as he felt your presence next to him. You were, after all, his to hold, feed, care for, and protect—his beautiful forbidden obsession.
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───  
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loganbcrnes · 3 months
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this is definitely how Captain Syverson is built in my mind.
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18+, fem!reader under the cut
thinking about Alpha!Sy post retirement, so hes gained a little more weight. he still has a load of muscle and he does work out still. But instead of constantly eating MRE's when he is deployed, he now eats your food. and your food is fuckin' delicious. Even if you are a bad cook, he'll gobble it down anyways and take seconds because he knows how much effort you put into cooking.
Ofc you dont cook all the time (unless u wanna be a housewife which is ok) he cooks with you as well. and living in the mountains where it is often cold, eating good warm food is commended.
Hes always wrapping his arms around you. whenever you're folding laundry, cooking food, showering. he has his hands on you at all times. the big gruff alpha is soooo clingy. and you absolutely love it. And he knows how much you love the size difference. He does too, and take every opportunity he can to take advantage of that.
You love how warm he is. The alpha is just a hot furnace. So whenever you are cold, he's always there to wrap around you keeping you warm. burying your face in his hairy soft chest.
Sometimes you like to run your hands down his chest, to feel the muscle clench under your cold hands. Trailing your fingers through his hairy pecs and down to his thick happy trail. And when i say this man is hairy...hes hairy.
to the spicy part...his body is so big, when hes fucking you from the back, he towers over you, on his elbows beside your face. The man fucks with his body, not just his cock. his thick cock thrusting in and out of your wet cunt, clenching around him. He groans into your ear. He drives you mad with his noises.
"thas' it, Darlin'. takin' my cock so well". I just imagine him saying in that sweet accent of his. GRRRR
Oh and when he fucks you missionary as well (his favourite position), he has your legs press against your chest, and over his shoulders. he's just fucking into you, his big heavy balls slapping against your cunt. His thick legs on display, the muscles bulging out as he keeps himself up.
His giant hands are just everywhere, keeping your legs up. Or his hand is pressed against your tummy to feel his cock inside, around your throat (not choking), in your hair if he is fucking from the behind. He cannot get enough of you. He often slows down to just pick up his speed again, making sure he gets his knot inside of you. filling you up to the brim with his cum.
His pubes grind against your clit, his massive thick body towering over you, making you feel small.
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henry-cavs-tudor · 2 months
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August Walker❤️
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littlefreya · 2 months
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Henry Cavill: It's almost the weekend, my friends! Which means it's time to see Argylle! Get ready for a slightly mad, but extremely fun movie. See you in the cinema!
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Ya'll know how August Walker was chaotic evil?
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Well Gus Phillips is chaotic good.
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Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk, I will not be elaborating.
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maggotzombie · 9 months
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the day/night we met ; henry cavill
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PAIRING — Henry Cavill x Reader (fem) SUMMARY — On your wedding day, your Maid of Honor prepares a special gift to which you and Henry have distinct responses. WORDS — 1,8k TW — nothing really just a lot of fluff, emotions (I cried a bit writing it), Henry in a suit 😈. A/N — Hi! I'm not dead, just quit the most toxic job ever so I'm getting back here lol Here's a short but very dear fic to me that I wrote last year but never posted. I'm so happy to finally post this! This story has been in my head for two years now and it came out better than I thought.
Song insp.: Eu Me Lembro by Clarice Falcão feat. Silva
— 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙
“ALRIGHT,” YOUR MAID OF HONOR smiles, carefully wiping her tears with a napkin. “After making you cry and potentially ruining some makeup,” The room laughs. “I’ve prepared something different to end this on a high note.”
This is one of the dearest moments of your life: your wedding. You’re marrying your soulmate. Your heart could burst with love and happiness whenever.
Everything’s perfect, from your dress to the lights of the venue. Henry – your newly proclaimed spouse – has an arm around you as you listen to your family and friends' speeches about you and your love.
You found it strange when your Maid of Honor wasn’t the first to speak, but it seems she has a reason for it. Immediately, you feel anxious, but in a good way.
“When these two told me they were getting married, I knew I wanted to do something special for them,” Your best friend starts. “I just didn’t know what, but I knew it had to be something remarkable, something for them to look back and have a good laugh,” She looks at the both of you with tears in her eyes, chuckling.
You also wipe tears off your eyes, smiling back at her, and Henry tightens his embrace around you.
“So I sat down with these two, separately, and started to ask a few questions,” She smiles and wiggles her eyebrows, which is an expression you know very well.
‘Oh my,’ You think. ‘What is she up to?’
“Things started to get really interesting from the start, and I decided to make a video out of it,” Your best friend winks at you. “Without further ado, enjoy it.”
With a pleasant smile, she sits down. The attention turns to the screens set around the venue.
You remember sitting with your Maid of Honor to chat about your relationship. You didn’t really understand why she wanted to do that. However, it always has been effortless talking about Henry, and you brushed it off as having something to do with the wedding.
You recall having a great time answering her questions – drinks might have been involved beforehand, but the whole process was surprisingly professional.
Your friend’s face pops up on the screen as she introduces herself. “In this little video, I wanted to talk about our lovely couple’s amazing and fun story, especially the day they met,” She explains. “Newlyweds, I love you very much, and I hope you like this little something I put together for you.”
She blows a kiss and waves. Then in fancy lettering, “A love story” is scribbled on the top-left corner of the screen, and “A story of love” on the bottom right corner. You wonder why both phrases – which convey the same thing – are on the video, but the thought quickly slips your mind when your smiling face appears on the screen.
“State your name and occupation, please,” Your friend prompts on the video, but she’s out of the shot.
You roll your eyes amusedly. “What’s this, a trial? I’m innocent, your honor!” You giggle, making everybody at the venue laugh.
You answer the question anyway, and your name also appears written on the video.
“For the purpose of… this, I’m the bride?” It sounds like a question, and you make a face, unsure of yourself.
She never explained what the video was for, in your defense.
Right after you, Henry appears. “I’m Henry, and I am the lucky groom,” He smiles brightly, looking as handsome as always.
“So, tell me, how did you meet Henry?” Your friend asks, and your smile is instant as you remember that exact day as if it was yesterday. “How did you meet Y/N?” She asks him in the next scene, and his reaction is the same.
“I was hosting a brunch,” You start, your eyes unfocused as the vivid memory plays in your mind. “And it was morning when Henry arrived.”
When he reapers, you can tell it’ll cut back and forth between you. “I was throwing a party, and she was the one that came around. I think it was three in the afternoon,” Henry replies, quite differently from you.
You scoff mockingly, looking at him by your side. He chuckles, brushing it off with a shoulder tic before you turn back to the screen.
“And I said: ‘Hi, come on in, make yourself at home,’ You know, something of the sorts,” You shrug off.
Your betrothed chuckles in the video, scratching his chin in thought. “I was the one that said hello, but she didn’t hear.”
His comment makes the venue erupt in laughter. You meet Henry’s loving gaze again and squeeze his hand, making him bring yours up to press a kiss on your knuckles.
If your shared story had different and entertaining versions until now, it’d just get better!
After being asked about first impressions of one another, he replies: “She thought I was hilarious,” He says with such confidence that is endearing.
In your turn, you laugh and cover your mouth as if what you are about to say it’s an embarrassing secret.
“Oh my god, he wouldn’t stop talking! Like a lot!” You emphasize. “And I pretended to laugh the entire time,” You say very sheepishly before throwing your head back in laughter again. “That’s terrible. I feel like I need to apologize,” You add after your fit.
“Oh, I just remembered something,” He suddenly announces, and his smile is wide as the memory toy around in his head. “Her blouse was inside out,” He chuckles, eyes focused on a spot. “She’s so adorable and such a goof, isn’t she?” He looks back at the camera.
“He loved the way I was dressed,” You giggle, visibly shivering as you physically remember the feeling of him truly looking at you for the first time.
Your friend asks another question, changing the subject slightly, but Henry shakes his head.
“Yeah, the party was great! Everybody was having a good time, but I only remember searching for her when she wasn’t near me. Trying to get another look, you know?” He says.
In turn, you scoff. “No one was dancing! I don’t remember who was taking care of the music, but it was terrible!” Your genuine response makes the room fills with laughter another time. “At least everyone had a drink in hand and ate something.”
“Oh, yes. The food was wonderful. Everything homemade,” Your partner assures with a proud nod naively.
“I bought everything off Tesco,” You rushedly confess, throwing your head back in laughter again.
Back to the present moment, you’re wiping the new tears from the corners of your eyes due to laughter. You love the good energy around the room as your guests and yourself enjoy the video your Maid of Honor made.
Now you understand both phases in the beginning, and although you and Henry have very distinct versions of the day you met, you love both of them and the feelings they bring you.
However, something changes in the next second of the video. For the first time, on a split-screen, you two appear together.
“When I saw him, I knew it (When I saw her, I knew it),” You both say simultaneously. “She (He) was the person I’d spend the rest of my life with,” You continue.
Glancing at him, you’re surprised to see he’s already looking at you. Then you exchange a knowing look. It seems like you got on the same page in this part of the video.
“And that’s how I realized that life put him (her) in my life,” You say in unison. “On that Tuesday (Thursday) of September (December),” Your responses overlap with each other, drawing amused reactions from people.
“That’s why I remember everything, of every second,” Both of you state, which is downright ironic at this point. “Ask me anything that I remember.”
“I remember,” You proudly declare with a grin but, this time, by yourself.
And so does Henry. “I remember,” He nods with a beam.
The video ends there, and the room erupts in applause, whistles, and hollered praises.
Words couldn’t describe the dazzling feelings you’re experiencing if you wanted to. You can’t be more grateful to your friend for this treat either. And, of course, the man you now get to call your husband.
The spotlight of attention returns to you as you’re exchanging the most enamored gaze ever. Henry leans in and presses his lips to your forehead, making you close your eyes. Slowly, you allow all those remarkable sensations to wash over you.
When you reopen your eyes, you smile at him before looking at your Maid of Honor. “Thank you so much for this extremely thoughtful gift. We both loved it a lot.”
Henry confirms with a head gesture.
“Words won’t do justice to how much you’re special to me. I’m just so grateful I get to share such a special and meaningful moment of my life, like this one, with you,” Your voice cracks at the end, and you smile, trying to hold your tears at bay as you can see she’s doing the same. “So I can’t thank you enough.”
As the room gets loud with another round of applause and cheers, she smiles, mouthing an “I love you too” to you. Wiping your tears carefully one more time, you chuckle.
“Although, I only have one question,” You announce, making the room pipe down. “Was my blouse really inside out?” You giggle as you look back at Henry.
Your husband starts to laugh. “Yeah,” He confirms bashfully. “Yeah, it was,” He nods as your guests join you in laughter.
“Oh, God. I can’t believe it,” You shake your head in embarrassment. “I also would like to point out that my husband clearly has a lot of experience with interviews,” You remark, addressing the room. “I feel kinda bad after saying I was pretending to laugh at his jokes when he’s all loving and caring,” You rejoin your friends and family in fun.
“I do tell bad jokes,” Henry concedes in your defense. “I love how genuine you are, and you’re loving and caring to me, too,” You nearly melt at his famous Hollywood-star smile.
The sound of ‘aww’s’ fills the room. “You see what I’m dealing with?” You joke, making everybody chuckle.
You give him a chaste but affectionate peck on the lips. Your wedding coordinator decides it’s time for the first dance to open the floor to make your guests burn some energy after the buffet.
And so, feeling the most secure and happy while pressed against your husband’s chest with his arms around you, you swing slowly. By sharing the same air, the same space, and the same feelings, you can’t think of anything better.
It all started on a Tuesday morning in September for you. But for him, it was a Thursday afternoon in December. Now, it is a Saturday evening in November that you’ll never forget.
You will remember. Everything. Of every second.
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@viking-raider August Walker
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laf-outloud · 12 hours
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Whew! The Walkers are busy!
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Henry Cavill behind the scenes ─ Mission Impossible: Fallout (2018)
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Henry Cavill's shoulders appreciation post
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