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princessaxoxo · 3 months

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⟡₊ ⊹ 𝒶 𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓉ℯ ℴ𝒻 𝓈𝓊𝑔𝒶𝓇: 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝐼𝐼 ⟡₊ ⊹

sugar daddy!henry cavill x burlesque dancer!curvy reader

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❥ 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: an enticing encounter at a burlesque club leads to an interesting offer.

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❥ 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: After surprising you with a day out, Henry takes you out for an enjoyable evening and goes to watch you dance.

❥ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 18+, teasing, flirting, kissing, vulgar language, lil bit of fluff

❥ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 2.5k+

❥ 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

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Not long after your lunch with Henry, he requested your address for Thursday evening. At first, you were skeptical, but after your agreement with Henry and agreeing to go out with him, you happily obliged.

Unexpectedly, he gave you a call the day before your night out with him, asking if he could drop by. As this was all new to you, you nervously stuttered out a yes. After ending the call, you looked down at the outfit you were wearing; it wasn’t special, as you planned to stay in and figure out what to wear for tomorrow.

Along with your worn-out college t-shirt and bootcut leggings, your hair looked a little unkempt. In what seemed like a very short amount of time, you quickly combed out your hair and styled it as cutely as you could. After going through your closet, you chose a pair of pants that accentuated your posterior and a tight blue v-neck top.

Before you knew it, you heard a car pull into your driveway, and as you peered out your window, Henry was getting out of his car. Not long after the doorbell rang, you walked to the mirror for one final check to make sure you looked decent before going downstairs to open your front door.

"Good morning," he said with a smile, and you smiled back. "I wanted to come by and ask if you had a gown for tomorrow night already."

When you embarrassingly told him no, he said, "Let's go buy you one then, wherever you decide."

Anywhere you decide? That might include a thousand shops—places you never would have imagined yourself able to shop for clothing. Naturally, you replied okay and asked him to stay inside for a little while so you could finish getting dressed and go.

After putting his hand on your lower back and guiding you into his vehicle, Henry proceeded to his side to get in the car. "Which store do you want to go to?" Since he was more than prepared to spend money on you for what you desired, you reasoned with yourself: Here is your chance. You mentioned the most expensive store you've wanted to visit for a very long time, without hesitation. "Perfect," he stated simply.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

As Henry opened the door for you and you walked in, you became overwhelmed. Inside were white walls with marble flooring and shelves lined with purses that were arranged one after the other. Little round tables with decorations were positioned in the center. As you proceeded farther inside the shop, you noticed that the jewelry was housed in cases on the opposite side, right across from the purses.

Someone from the staff approached you and asked if you needed assistance. Saying nothing more than "a new dress," you were led by her to the recently arrived dresses. How could you choose just one? You wondered, because they were all so beautiful.

There were several colored heels arranged next to the dresses.

The associate added, "Just let me know if you need any help," and turned to go.

Henry asked whether you spotted anything you liked as you looked over the different gowns. Honestly, there were a lot of items you liked. Saying "yes," you started choosing the gowns that most appealed to you. Henry would always get the item for you when you went to grab it.

You had selected four gowns and were prepared to try them on. Gorgeous shades of pink, burgundy, gold, and silver. One by one, you were finding it quite difficult to choose. Henry was waiting for you as you emerged from the dressing room.

"Which one have you chosen?" You sighed in response to Henry's question. "I couldn't decide."

With a confused look on his face, he asked where the dresses you picked out were. As you pointed at the associate, he walked directly toward them. You weren’t sure the words exchanged between the two, but he came back with all four of the dresses you selected. “Have you had the chance to look at the accessories and shoes yet?”

When you told him no, he got an associate to show you the best accessories and shoes in the store.

Once more, it was difficult to decide what you wanted. You chose from a plethora of different colored heels. Regarding the black pair you were wearing at the time, you questioned the associate, "What do you think?" She said the heels looked great right away, so you didn't really believe her.

It occurred to you; perhaps you should get Henry's input. As you turned to face him again, you noticed that he was already looking at you. He began walking toward you when you made a signal for him to come closer.

“How do they look?” Fortunately, you had previously gone and had your toes done. If you hadn't, you would be self-conscious about how they looked. He briefly looked at the shoes before returning his gaze to you and staring at you for a little while longer. "Unable to decide?" You chuckled at his question. "Basically."

"Black." With his eyes fixed on yours, he declared, "I favor the black heels the most."

"Take every pair of heels to the front as well," he stated, turning to face the associate.

There was a part of you that started to feel guilty because this was undoubtedly over a thousand dollars. "I want you to look at the accessories and jewelry."

At first glance, you were drawn to a set of silver drop earrings and knew you just had to have them. As you browsed the accessories, you noticed that the long mesh burgundy gloves would go perfectly with the burgundy dress.

The moment Henry saw that you were interested in the burgundy gloves, he turned back to the matching dress. And it occurred to him that he needed to purchase a tie that complemented your attire.

When you were done and came back to him, he led you to the register, where you were shocked to see him pay for the outfits, shoes, and accessories. "What made you do that?" you questioned. "Since you were unable to choose, I want you to have them all."

"Thank you, Henry."

At the sound of his name falling from your lips, it sounded angelic. He realized he wanted to hear you say his name as he pounded into you.

It was becoming more difficult by the moment for him to keep his composure while staring at you. "Baby doll, you really need to get used to this."

A blush emerged, and the two of you started to exit the shop.

With his hands full of your belongings, he still managed to hold the door open for you. Henry didn’t want the day to end just yet. "Would you like to have lunch? I know this restaurant right down the street." Lunch did seem appealing because you realized you hadn't eaten anything yet. "Yes, lunch sounds great."

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On the morning of your date with Henry, you were nervous and excited. You went about your morning as normal, but from the moment you woke up until it was time to start getting dressed, butterflies had been swarming around in your stomach. You had made the decision to curl your hair in waves as you started getting ready early.

Luckily, your hair behaved itself and looked fantastic. Once your hair was done, you started applying makeup. You wanted to avoid going for an overly dramatic look since you chose the burgundy dress. It would look nice to go with a neutral look, adding eyeliner, and wear matching burgundy lips.

With every step of your makeup routine, you took your time.

Once you were done, you unhung your dress and slipped into it, doing your hardest to shimmy it past your posterior and thighs until it was fully up and you could get your arms through the straps.

It was ten minutes to six when you looked at your clock and realized how quickly the time had gone by. Quickly adding the lengthy drop silver earrings, you quickly slipped your hands into the long mesh gloves and placed your feet into the black six-inch heels.

A knock at your front door caught your attention as you were taking one last glance in the mirror before reaching for your purse.

After taking a deep breath to ease your nerves, you exited your room to go and greet Henry.

Henry was taken aback when he saw you. He was at a loss for words. In every aspect, you looked stunning. After that, he was drawn to the way your body fit into the dress, your curves, and the way your breasts were perfectly pushed up. He wanted to hold both of them in his hands and kiss each nipple, expressing his desire for both.

"Shall we?" Henry asked, holding out his hand for you to take. Putting your hand in his, you said, "Yes."

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Henry guided you into the restaurant with his hand on your lower back. The interior was magnificent. A light blue hue with clouds was painted on the ceiling. The restaurant featured gold round tables arranged around the room, with a chandelier suspended in the center of the space. Every table had champagne glasses, and the entire restaurant was filled with the sound of a soft but beautiful melody.

Henry was conversing with the hostess as you were preoccupied with examining the restaurant. You were soon drawn away from your attention at the restaurant by the sound of his breath close to your ear. "Let’s go."

Henry walked behind you until you arrived at the table together. He stopped and pulled your seat out for you. "Thank you."

Henry asked for wine, and it was brought right away to the table.

He had his hair slicked back and his beard freshly trimmed. A blush and a chuckle appeared as you glanced over his gray suit and noticed that his tie matched your outfit. "My dress and your tie match."

He stated, "I know, I planned on it," without lowering his gaze from where it was fixed on you. "I saw your interest in these and knew you would wear the burgundy dress," he continued, taking hold of your left hand.

You thought to yourself, Did he really pay that much attention? That would have gone unnoticed by most. You also didn't expect he would give you such meticulous attention simply because he was your sugar daddy.

"You look absolutely beautiful, if I hadn't said it already tonight," Henry went on to say.

A blush appeared; it seemed that each time he spoke to you, he made you blush, and you were growing to love it.

"You look handsome, and thank you."

Similar to the first time, you both settled into a comfortable conversion. You soon realized that perhaps you shouldn't have worn the gloves when dinner arrived, but Henry grasped your hands and asked, "May I?" After you nodded, he took off your gloves and planted a kiss on your hand.

Heated waves from his kiss penetrated your entire body. And you thanked him breathlessly.

It was not what he had purchased you or where he had taken you that brought you fulfillment, but rather the fact that everything between you two felt natural. Something you hadn't experienced before.

Your curiosity was piqued by the suggestion, "There is a bar outside that overlooks the city if you'd like to go see it," and you enthusiastically agreed, albeit a little tipsy.

He was closer this time, his body against your back, unlike before.

As soon as you two got there, he led you up to the railing, and you gasped at the view of the city. You began to intentionally rub your ass against him, still feeling the heat of his body behind you.

Henry's slacks tightened as his cock hardened, and he leaned forward. "Are you happy with this view?" Henry sensed you rubbing your ass against him once again as you said, "Yes, it's breathtaking."

Henry whispered, "Yes, it is," as he looked at you. Then you felt his lips lingering over your neck and your hair being pushed to the side. You spun around and gave him a glance. You wanted to feel the softness of his lips against yours.

"Kiss me," you said.

The kiss was hungry; you hadn't even realized that you'd been driving him wild the whole night. As he started to lick along your neck and suck on your sweet spot, his hand gripped one of your breasts. Tiny whimpers began to escape your mouth.

Henry and your attention were diverted as someone suddenly cleared their throat. "I apologize, but you aren't allowed to do that here." Henry and you both began to laugh at the employee’s comment.

He nodded in agreement as you said, "I think we should go."

As you were on your front porch, laughing and nodding your head, trying to remove your lipstick from his face, Henry stated, "I'll be in touch, and if you need anything, call me," before he planted a final kiss on your cheek and turned to leave.

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"Okay, sugar, it’s fixed; now hurry and get your pretty self into it.” The seamstress at the club rushed you to the dressing room. The diamond one piece that you were wearing tonight for your performance accentuated your curves; it was also paired with a diamond garter belt and shimmer stockings.

As you walked out, Natasha walked up to you, saying, “You have a visitor."

Noticing Henry waiting for you, you walked up to him. "Hey, why are you back here?" you asked as there were a million girls rushing trying to get ready for the show tonight.

"I have something for you," In his hands was a velvet box, which he opened to reveal a diamond necklace. Grinning, you asked, "Are you going to put it on me or keep it in there?" He instructed you to turn around without hesitation, and then he quickly attached the diamond necklace behind your neck.

It'd only been a couple of weeks since that first date night with Henry and you grew accustomed to him giving you allowances and occasionally surprising you with expensive gifts.

"Are you going to stay?" Leaning forward, you pressed your hands to his chest. "I will be upfront, of course." Henry walked out to take his seat as your name was called to come on stage.

Henry took his promised seat in the front row as "Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend" began to play. The way you wore the diamond necklace he proudly bought you drove him crazy, and he wanted to be in the greatest spot to watch you perform.

His mind started to drift to the way the necklace would appear around your neck while you bounced on his cock.

You moved to the front of the stage so that he could see you teasingly shake your ass in front of him. As your relationship developed, it became more playful and flirtatious, and you relished watching him get worked up over you.

After the performance Henry met with you again, telling you, “Baby doll, start packing your favorite clothes and bikinis. I'm taking you on a trip to greece.”

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alisonsfics · 8 months

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off limits - part two

pairing: brothersbestfriend!henry cavill x reader

summary: henry was best friends with your brother, theo, which meant despite the clear chemistry between you two, you both had chosen to not date

word count: 3.5k

warnings: suggestions/references to smut, but no actual smut

When you woke up the morning after kissing Henry, you felt like you had made the biggest mistake of your life. You had the most amazing guy kissing you, and he was just as into you as you were into him, but you pushed him away.

Your logical brain knew that you both couldn’t realistically be together; after all, he was your brother’s best friend.

The other part of your brain knew how great Henry was and made you feel stupid for throwing that away.

You knew you needed to get Henry off your mind. You were going on a trip to Hawaii with your best friend for two weeks, and you couldn’t waste a vacation like that by thinking about a guy you could never have.

You hoped that this vacation would be the fresh start you needed.

You and your best friend, Grace, were currently sitting at the airport waiting for your flight. As you sat there struggling to keep your eyes open, you saw a text pop up on your phone.

It was from Henry…

It said “I hope that you have a good flight and a good first day of vacation. Don’t forget to take lots of pictures!”

You smiled to yourself. You glanced down at your watch and realized it was 5:30am, which left you wondering why Henry was up so early. Did he wake up early to text you? Was he just a morning person?

Grace noticed the smile on your face within seconds. “I know that look. Who’re you texting?” She asked, raising her eyebrows at you. You quickly hid your phone screen with your hand. “It’s not important,” you lied, even though you knew she could see through your lie.

“Oh my god, it’s a guy, isn’t it?” She asked you, curiously. After all the years of friendship, she had become a wizard at knowing exactly what you were thinking. “Okay fine, it’s a guy, but nothing is going on between us.” You told her.

She didn’t believe you, but she knew she had gotten as much information as she could by prying, so she moved on.

You thought about it for a second, and then texted Henry back.

“Thank you so much. I’ll text you when we land. Have a good day”

You couldn’t help the smile that popped up on your face when you thought about him.

Meanwhile, Henry was having a problem with how much he was thinking of you. He had been tossing and turning in bed all night, which is why he was awake to text you so early.

He had two alternating thoughts in his head. He kept replaying the kiss and your flirting in his head. He felt so frustrated that you both couldn’t be together. On the other hand, he also couldn’t stop thinking about what your lips tasted like and what it felt like to have you running your fingers through his hair.

He couldn’t get you out of his head, and he didn’t know what to do about it.

You and Grace finally boarded the plane after what felt like hours of waiting. After the plane took off, Grace busied herself by reading a book she packed. You had plans for a nap. You crossed your arms and fell asleep in seconds.

You felt the warmth from the sunlight on your skin as you laid in bed. You were reading the book from your bedside table and sipping your morning coffee. Then, the bed shifted next to you.

You looked to your left and saw a shirtless man roll over to face you. It was Henry. His hair was tousled from sleep, and he looked at you with a sleepy smile.

“Good morning, love,” you said, brushing some of his curls out of his face. You turned to set down your book and rolled over to face him. “You look gorgeous,” he said, kissing your bare shoulder.

“I love you,” you said, raking your fingers through his hair. He continued pressing kisses along your collarbone and chest before picking up his head.

“I had a really good time last night. Best anniversary ever.” He said, grabbing your hips with his large hands. He pulled himself on top of you and caressed your sides.

“What do you say to a round two?” You asked, admiring his naked torso. He smirked before cupping your face and kissing you. “I can never say no to you, sweetheart,” he mumbled.

You jolted awake and realized you were on the airplane still. “You alright?” Grace asked you, placing her hand on your shoulder. You nodded your head, catching your breath. “Just a dream. I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” You said, excusing herself.

You went into the small airplane bathroom and splashed some cold water on your face. All your brain could think about was Henry, even when you were asleep. You didn’t know how you were going to survive this trip if you kept having dreams like that.

When you both finally landed, you sent Henry a quick text letting him know that your flight was good.

The first place you headed was the hotel to get changed and then straight to the hotel pool. The hotel was on the beachfront and also had a separate pool.

You and Grace immediately noticed how pretty the ocean was. There was islands in the distance and even a double rainbow. “C’mon, we have to go take a picture,” you said, grabbing her hand and dragging her with you.

You both took some pictures of the gorgeous view. “Do you want me to take a picture of you for you to send to your boyfriend?” She asked, smirking at you. You frowned and jokingly rolled your eyes. “Number one, he’s not my boyfriend. Number two, I would like a picture, but not to send to him.” You corrected her.

“Whatever you tell yourself,” she said, grabbing your phone to take your picture. Then, you both headed back to the pool. You quickly jumped in the water and leisurely swam around.

You got out of the water before Grace and laid in one of the pool chairs you had set your stuff down on. You stared at the picture on your phone of you on the beach. You wanted to send it to Henry, but you were nervous because you were wearing a bikini on it. You were insecure that he wouldn’t think you looked good, but you also didn’t want to push any boundaries since you had agreed to just be friends.

You ignored your brain and hit send.

You set your phone down, so you could stop worrying about it. Then, you locked eyes with a guy across the pool. He was staring at you.

You quickly looked away, hoping he wouldn’t bother you, but you were unsuccessful. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him get up and start walking toward you.

“Excuse me, beautiful.” He said, sitting down in the chair next to you. You looked over at him and gave him a half-hearted smile. “Can I buy you a drink?” He asked you.

Not only were you not interested, but even if he had seemed nice, you’d feel like you were cheating on Henry. You knew it was crazy because Henry wasn’t yours.

You quickly shook your head. “No, thank you. I actually have a boyfriend.” You lied, hoping he would leave you alone. He shrugged in response. “Well, I don’t see him.” He said.

Your blood began to boil with rage. “Just leave me alone.” You snapped at him. He still didn’t budge. “Show me your boyfriend then,” he argued.

You rolled your eyes. He was being ridiculous, but you wanted to get him to leave. You grabbed your phone, and without thinking you FaceTimed Henry.

It started to ring, and you prayed that he would answer. His face popped up on the screen, smiling at you. “Hey, baby,” you said, smiling back at him.

Henry furrowed his eyebrows at your use of the nickname. You hoped that he could tell from your expression that he needed to just play along. “Hi, beautiful. What’s up?” He asked, curiously.

“Can you tell this asshole to leave me alone and that you’re my boyfriend?” You asked him. It all clicked inside Henry’s brain, and he was furious. You flipped the screen around to show the guy. “Hey, you stay the fuck away from my girlfriend, okay? You understand me? She told you to go away, so just respect that or I’ll have to come beat your ass.” He threatened.

The guy finally walked away, and you turned the screen back to your face. You could see the concern on Henry’s face. “Are you safe now? Did he leave you alone?” He asked you, quickly.

You nodded your head. “I’m all good. Thank you though,” you said, sincerely. He didn’t seem satisfied with your answer. “Are you sure? I want you to be safe.” He told you. He wasn’t trying to hide the fact that he was worried about you.

“I promise I’m alright, Henry. I think we were going to head up to our room anyway. Thank you for being so sweet and caring.” You said, smiling. Finally, a smile formed on his face. “Of course, I’m always here for you. Also, that picture you sent me, absolutely beautiful.” He said.

You felt your heart beat faster from his compliment. You convinced yourself that he was talking about the view and he wasn’t talking about seeing you in a bikini.

You saw Grace walking towards you, so you knew you needed to end the call. “Thank you. I have to get going, but have a good rest of your day.” You told him.

“You too. Stay safe,” he told you before hanging up.

Grace walked up to you, and you could tell she hadn’t seen the phone call. “You want to head up to the room before we have to get ready for dinner?” You asked her.

She nodded, and you both headed upstairs.

You both spent some time unpacking your suitcases and organizing your stuff since you had some time before you had to leave.

You couldn’t stop thinking about how sweet and protective Henry had been. Maybe it was just normal human decency to want your friend to be safe from creepy guys, but it just made you think about how loving he would be if you both were dating.

He would always make sure you were safe, and you’d never have to deal with another pushy guy again.

You couldn’t help but feel mad at Theo. It wasn’t even his fault that you and Henry couldn’t be together, he didn’t even know about your kiss or anything. You knew that you and Henry were making the right decision, but that didn’t make it feel any better.

After cleaning up and watching a movie or two, you decided to take a shower before you had to leave for dinner. Grace grabbed the tv remote and put on some random sitcom to keep her busy.

She felt the couch start to move next to her. She glanced over, thinking her phone was ringing. She saw a picture of Henry on the screen and realized it was your phone, and that Henry was trying to FaceTime you.

Her first thought was that something bad happened to Theo, so Henry was calling to tell you. She quickly answered it, thinking it was an emergency.

Henry’s face popped up on the screen as she clicked accept. She could tell he was shocked to see her. “Oh uh, hey Grace.” He said, confused.

“Hey Henry. She’s in the shower right now. Is everything okay with Theo? Did something happen?” She asked, anxiously. Henry quickly realized what she was thinking and shook his head. “No no, nothing like that. Theo’s fine. I just called to check in and talk to her. She doesn’t need to call me back though if she’s busy. You don’t need to bother her for me.” He told her.

She slowly nodded her head and tried to figure out why your brother’s best friend was calling you “just to talk.”

“Okay then, see you later, Henry.” She said, hanging up the phone. Her mind was running wild with all the possible reasons why Henry called you.

The most logical one was that you both were together, and she was intrigued. A secret relationship between you and your brother’s best friend was pretty interesting.

She impatiently waited for you to get out of the shower to ask you all her questions. You, of course, had no idea what was coming your way when you left the bathroom.

You immediately made eye contact with Grace, and she was wiggling her eyebrows at you. She quickly patted the spot next to her on the couch.

You gave her a confused look before sitting next to her. “What’s up with you?” You asked her. She smirked. She wanted to tease you and make you wait, but she couldn’t wait any longer to ask you questions.

You grabbed your water bottle to take a sip while she made you wait a few seconds.

“So, when were you going to tell me that you were secretly fucking your brother’s best friend?” She asked, causing you to almost choke on your water.

Grace seemed pretty amused by your reaction. “What the hell are you even talking about?” You asked. You didn’t have a clue where she could’ve gotten an idea like that. She just grinned to herself.

“A certain handsome man tried to call you while you were in the shower.” She told you. You could feel your eyes go wide. “Henry called? Wait, did you answer it? Why would you do that? And what did he tell you?” You asked, bombarding her with questions.

Grace could tell from your response that she was definitely on the right track. You wouldn’t have cared this much is she was way off base.

“Slow down, too many questions. I answered because I was worried something happened with Theo. Only to find out, he called just to check in on you, which would be fine except he’s your brother’s friend not yours. So, either he likes you and you are the most oblivious person on the planet or you two are sleeping together. Judging by your reaction, I would assume it’s the second option.” She told you.

You felt like your mind was racing. Henry had called you, just to talk. “Henry and I aren’t sleeping together.” You told her, even though you had a feeling she wouldn’t believe you.

“Really? Cause I saw how excited and smiley he looked before he realized I answered the phone and not you. Also, did you just see how you reacted when I brought him up?” She asked you.

You took a deep breath. You knew you’d have to tell her the whole story for her to believe you. “Okay fine, I’ll tell you.” You confessed. The smile on her face grew as she clapped excitedly.

“So, Henry and I kissed at Theo’s party.” You told her, knowing to pause because she’d have a comment to make. Grace nearly squealed and playfully hit your arm. “And you didn’t tell me? This is huge! Also, what kind of kiss are we talking? Like a little peck or a proper kiss?” She asked you.

You could feel your face heat up, and she noticed. “Oh, it was a real kiss. Like, I may have ended up in his lap.” You admitted, timidly. Grace's jaw dropped. “You’re kidding! You tried to play this off like an innocent little kiss at a party, but you guys were properly making out. Is he a good kisser?” She asked you, excitedly.

“Yeah, he was a really good kisser.” You told her, smiling. All of the feelings of that night were coming flooding back to you. “So, why didn’t you tell me that you had a new man?” She asked you, poking your arm.

“Because I don’t.” You told her, simply.

She frowned at you. “I think you do. You both made out on a rooftop, and the next day he’s calling just to talk to you.” She told you. She was so excited for you. She knew Henry was a great guy, and she could tell you liked him a lot.

“After the kiss, we both decided it was a bad decision. It would make things really awkward with Theo, and neither of us want to do that. So, we decided to just stay friends and not overcomplicate anything. It would get too messy.” You told her, even though it made you feel like you a punch in the gut.

“Oh, sweetheart. I’m so sorry.” She said, pulling you into a tight hug.

You both stayed like that for a while. It felt nice to get it off your chest, but talking about your kiss with Henry made you want a relationship with him more.

“I think we need to go and have an amazing night at dinner to cheer you up. What do you say?” She said, trying to make you feel better. You nodded and then went to go get dressed for dinner.

You both had a great night at dinner, and you weren’t even thinking about Henry. Until you got back to the hotel room and Grace quickly fell asleep, so you were alone with your thoughts again.

You were still dressed up from dinner, and you grabbed your phone and headed to the balcony connected to your room to call Henry back.

You curled up on the comfy sofa on the balcony and hit the call button.

Within seconds, Henry’s face appeared on the screen. He had a sweet smile when he saw your face. “Hey, you. How’re you doing?” he said, softly.

You smiled back at him. “I’m doing good. We just got back from dinner. We went to this really nice restaurant. The food was delicious. It was nice to get all dressed up too.” You said, panning the camera down a little to show him your dress.

“You look stunning. I’m glad you had a good time. Kal and I had a nice night in. We ordered some pizza and watched some movies.” He said, turning the screen so you could see Kal cuddled up to his side.

As amazing as your night was, you wished you had been with Henry. A pizza movie night wearing your pajamas with Henry and Kal sounded like a perfect evening.

“Awww, tell the little guy I said hi when he wakes up.” You said, smiling. Henry couldn’t even get the smile off his face.

“So, I don’t know if you heard, I tried to call you earlier. Sorry if I freaked Grace out, but you don’t need to call me back if you’re busy.” He told you. You were still so flattered at how sweet he was.

“No, it’s okay. Grace gets it. I may have told her about what she’s now calling our rooftop make out. She just kept asking questions, and I kinda caved. She won’t tell anybody though. But anyway, I just really needed to talk to you after today.” You told him, honestly. He chuckled at the joke Grace had made, but then was just as serious as you were.

He knew exactly what you meant. He really needed to talk to you and just hear your voice.

“So, I’m assuming today was just as hard for you as it was for me?” He asked, sighing. You just nodded your head. “It’s kinda been hell,” you told him, honestly.

“I spent all day wondering if we made the right decision, and I can’t stop replaying last night in my head. I keep trying to come up with any way that we could make this work.” He told you, and you could hear the disappointment in his voice.

“Did you come up with anything yet?” You asked, even though you knew there was no loophole.

He chuckled to himself and shook his head. “Trust me, if there was a way, I’d be on the first flight to Hawaii.” He said. You felt a pull on your heartstrings.

“I wish that could happen, but I think we’re doing the right thing and that’s what sucks so much.” You told him. He nodded his head, agreeing with you. “I would never want to do anything to hurt Theo, but god, this is hell.” He confessed.

You could see the frustration in his eyes. “Is it bad that I keep wondering if us being friends is making this better or worse?” You asked him.

He let out a light laugh. “No, I keep thinking about it too. I feel like this is just making it ten times harder on us, but I can’t stand the thought of never talking to you again.” He told you.

An idea popped into your head. “So, what if we didn’t talk the rest of the time I’m in Hawaii. Then, we could meet up for lunch or something when I get back?” You suggested. You could see him thinking about it before he responded.

“I think that’s a really smart idea, but promise me that if there is anymore creepy guys, you won’t hesitate to call me.” He asked you. You nodded and smiled at him. “I promise.” You said, softly.

You both said goodnight and then hung up the phone and went to bed.

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friendzone - chapter 2

The one where director!reader is forced to work alongside her new work crush and the idiot who broke her heart

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“Let’s go.” Chris was barely even out of the building and she was already turning the other way, practically running towards the nearest empty room while I stood there unsure of what to do.

Was she even calling out to me? Or did she just want to get away?

It struck me how little it mattered to me. Either way, my feet followed her path as if connected to her intentions, and not my own. “Take off your clothes,” were the first words she told me once I was inside the studio where we were supposed to be filming for the day.

It was only once they were out of her mouth that she seemed to understand what she’d said.

“I’m being such an idiot.”

“You could never be an idiot.” My mouth also worked faster than my brain, somehow managing to snap hers shut in the middle of the explanation she was no doubt about to latch onto.

For a second, we just stood there, staring at one another. Trying to connect the dots of what was going on. And then we just both burst into laughter. “I’ll have to admit,” I offered to go first, still between holding in my chuckles, “It’s an awkward position to be in, I’ll give you that.”

Again, time seemed to stand still. I could feel her eyes on me, but I couldn’t speak. Avoiding her eyes, I looked at the floor as I waited for the inevitable question,

“What do you mean?”

The truth? I didn’t know. Ever since I met her, back in the casting process, something just seemed to click within me. I wanted to get to know her better, I wanted to become close to her.

But then her ex was hired and I forced myself not to think about it.

The first few weeks went by okay. The chemistry was still there - we laughed and we chatted and when we were alone after the filming crew had gone home, we talked - really talked: real conversations, like the ones I couldn’t remember having after this acting gig blew up.

The fight to become a respected filmmaker as a woman made her someone strong, but she’d always been interesting. The stories she told me about college, how she discovered her love for directing, it all spoke to me deeply… it felt as if her story was written for me, a rare book only I would get the pleasure to uncover.

I’d forgotten about the lives we had outside of each other’s company often. Hearing about Chris’ engagement to the movie resolved that. But if I initially thought it was going to hurt, seeing the former lovebirds reacquaint themselves, and having to witness their flame rekindle, I ended up hurt for a completely different reason.

Turns out she didn’t want anything to do with Chris. But in her efforts to shut him out, she did the same to me.

“Don’t worry about it,” I insisted, scared to overstep and diminish whatever was left of the bonds of friendship we’d carefully crafted earlier in the Summer. But if there was anything I’d learned about her in the time we spent together, it was that she never gave up.

“Tell me.” Tenacity should be her middle name, and just the thought of calling her Tenacious T had me smiling, which in turn made her smile too, as she approached me just to poke me. “C’mon!”

“You won’t believe me.” I managed to say despite the tickles attack she’d resorted to. It had me bending down to escape her, but my feet remained solid, in the same spot. I was right where I wanted to be.

“Try me.” I tried to consider it for a few seconds, but she didn’t seem to want me to think about it at all. “C’mon, Henry. Tell me!” The smile I sent her this time wasn’t nearly as happy. It had her defenses lowering, as she finally stopped moving and stood there staring at me, a question mark perfectly visible in her expression.

“How about instead of being selfish, I tell you something else?” I was the one who crossed the last of the distance between us, pulling her into my arms so I could feel her body against mine. “I’m here for you,” I whispered against her ear, hands rubbing her back in an effort to see her relax, at last.

“Do you want to talk?” I asked once I felt comfortable releasing her - although if it were up to me, I’d stay hugging her forever. She avoided my eyes but nodded in response, and so I reached out to take her hand, guiding us to a couch nearby. It was only ever used in the breaks between scenes, but today, I had a pretty strong feeling it’d be put to good use.

“I don’t know what to say,” she admitted the second we were both seated. She had one leg bent under her body, which was turned completely to me. “He’s just so infuriating.” And there it was - the moment it all changed; when she confided in me her feelings about another man, and I became the friendly figure I’d wanted to avoid as I fell hopelessly in love with her.

“I can see that.” I didn’t want to remain silent, so I opted to find encouraging words to keep her motivated to unpack everything Chris had brought onto her. She nodded at my words, but it seemed automatic, almost instinctive. “Why do you think he decided to join the movie?”

She didn’t need to tell me about his interference - her expression on his first-day filming was more than enough for me to figure out that she truly didn’t want him there. “Oh, he just enjoys messing up with me.”

But I knew it was more than that. “I don’t think that’s it,” I dared to interrupt her train of thought. “You know, love is always selfish. Always. And he loves you.” I didn’t say that I understood that from my own experience, and she didn’t question it.

“What a fucked up way to show it.” Her response made me laugh. I agreed with her, but didn’t find it necessary to parrot her sentiment. Here I was, trying to show her the same sentiment in a completely different way, and I was still being an egocentric son of a bitch.

What she needed was a friend. And I’d be anything for her, even if it hurt me in the process.

“You deserve someone who’ll take care of you.” It was all I allowed myself to say, in the height of my pain. But when she looked up at me from under her eyelashes, the butterflies that erupted in my lower belly were more than enough to keep the sweet sentiment of falling in love still alive.

“Like you?” She questioned, and there was no irony in the words. No innuendo, no judgment. The sentence came alive as hope itself, and the butterflies took flight inside of me, giving me the confidence not to answer with words of my own, but with a kiss.

I leaned down to connect our lips, and the butterflies broke free. This was always meant to be: her and me, together at last.

Who could blame a fallen man for allowing himself to get carried away? A kiss was all it took for my mind to lose its way. The simple meeting of lips became sensuous - and from then to something more, it was only the matter of having her over my lap, hips swerving in a rhythim only the two of us could hear.

It was the beating of our hearts, in unison at last.

I was so fucking horny.

Fighting with Chris all day, every day, was taking a toll on me - and I hadn’t even realized it until I saw the lust in Henry’s eyes.

I’d forgotten I could be an object of desire to someone other than the man who’d cheated on me.

Henry’s kisses were hungry - it felt like he couldn’t believe that this was happening, that I was really there, on his lap, biting his lower lip and pressing myself as close to him as possible. They were precisely the balm I needed to get over this - get over Chris and his stupid fucking smirk.

So I dove right into Henry, hoping to forget all about the hurt and anger that had taken over my life. With his hands rubbing my back, it was hard to remember anything else, much less the real reason why I was right there, making out with the main actor of my movie, instead of directing his scenes like I should be doing.

I didn’t even mind that there were people right outside of the room we were in - people who could walk in at any moment and see exactly what it was that we were doing. All I could focus was on Henry and how delicious it felt to rub myself on that hardness I felt underneath me…

“We should stop.” It all came to a screeching halt once he pulled away from me, hair messed up from when I’d run my nails over his scalp, his chest rising and falling from breathing pretty hard.

I wanted to stay. I wanted to keep kissing him, perhaps even in other places… But he was right. I was doing this for the wrong reasons, at the wrong time, and he deserved more than that.

“Okay,” I agreed and climbed down from his lap with as much dignity as I could muster at the moment. We both took a few seconds fixing up our appearances, and I tried not to look too smug as I caught him trying to hide his boner, but he still saw me.

And we both burst into laughter at the same time.

“This shouldn’t feel weird…” I trailed off, scratching the back of my neck. Unfortunately, it seemed to make Henry concerned, for he instantly jumped out of the couch and reached for my hands.

“I hope this won’t change our relationship…” He started, to which I immediately interrupted with, “I hope it does.” It took him a few seconds to get it, but once he did, the most gorgeous smile known to humankind appeared on his lips.

“Well, since you think that way… What about if we go on a date?” The question surprised me. Egoistically, I hadn’t thought about being with Henry on a romantic level - but now it was too late to back out.

“How about we go right now?” I shrugged, already looking for my bag. “I’m the boss, anyway. I’ll just say I’m feeling uninspired and in need of some one-on-one time with my muse.”

“And your muse is me?” He questioned, amusement clear in his tone and face. I simply nodded.

“Who else would it be? Let’s go!”

It was only later in the evening, once he’d walked me to my hotel, that I started to really think about what had happened, and the implications of what could transpire between us. I’d been involved with an actor before, and it hadn’t ended well for me.

But was Henry really anything like Chris? It didn’t seem that way…

“Where the fuck were you?” My ex’s voice surprised me right as I was opening the door to my hotel room, and I turned around to find him sitting on the hallway, apparently waiting for me.

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Henry Cavill Series - Part Five

Summary: You never imagined falling in love would be the scariest but easiest thing for you to do. Especially when it came to him.

Warnings: so much fluff & angst

Words: 1.8K

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I want to be the best thing in your life.

Henry wakes up to his head pounding against his skull. He groans knowing he shouldn't have drank so much last night. He presses the palms of his hands to his eye as the sun pours in through the curtains. He turns his back to the bright light and slowly opens his eyes to the empty side of the bed. He reaches his hand over to the bedside table where a piece of paper is standing up with his name on it.

Good morning H,

Set out some painkillers and water for you cause I know you'll need it. I'm out at the grocery store.

Be back soon! Y/N.

Henry smiles to himself and runs a hand through his hair. He sits up in bed, grabbing the medicine and glass of water, swallowing the two pills. He wishes he could have woken up with Y/N beside him. He would always wake up before her whenever they’d fall asleep after school. It was his favorite time to admire her.

Last night he met with the owner of a fitness gym and he really liked it. He made sure to get answers for his boss in London but got along with the power so well, he invited Henry out for drinks. After that meeting, Henry could really see himself living and working in New York. He’d get to see Y/N more. Yesterday when Y/N told him she was a reason for him to stay, he almost quit his job right then and there but that’s now how real life works.

Y/N’s comment has him thinking of how he really feels about her. He’s not sure what he is feeling but he knows he can’t live without her in his life.

After a shower, Henry walks downstairs with just a towel around his waist in search of some food. He walks in noticing you have gotten back and is putting the groceries away. He leans against the entryway of the kitchen and crosses his arms. He watches as you try your best to put something on the top shelf in a cabinet.

"Need help?" You turn your head and drop what’s in your hand. You quickly look away from him as walks over, picking up what you dropped on the floor. Henry reaches over you and sets it on the top shelf.

"There you go." He smiles down at you. You feel hotness rise up your chest to your cheeks. Henry steps back and leans against the counter as you keep your back to him, continuing to put things away.

"How's your head feeling?" You clear your throat, trying your best to not sound flustered.

"Better thanks to you." Henry smirks, eyeing your reaction.

"Have a nice shower?" You retort.

"It was lovely."

"Do you usually walk around in just a towel after?"

"No, I usually walk around naked." Henry knows what he is doing but can’t help but love the reactions you give him.

"Well, in my house clothes are required." You turn around with arms crossed, squinting your eyes slightly trying to act serious. Henry walks closer to you and leans down to whisper in your ear.

"I'm sure you'd be more comfortable without them." Henry watches your body tense up. "But for you, I guess I'll go put some on." He laughs and walks to your room.

After Henry comes back down fully dressed, you hand him a plate with a sandwich on it. He leans down and kisses your cheek as a thank you. He can’t help but constantly make you feel flustered. He leans against the counter as you sit on top of it, enjoying lunch together.

"So, I was thinking tomorrow, you know before you start your new job, I could take you somewhere to celebrate." Henry mentions.

"You don't have to."

"I want to."

"Only if it's nothing fancy."

"Deal." Henry winks at you and you smile in return.

The rest of the day is spent with Henry and you working on your couch. He has emails and meetings with his boss while you have some pre-work paperwork and emails being sent out. You’ve felt Henry look at you a few times but don’t let him know you know.

Being here right now has your mind racing with all kinds of thoughts about your future. You’re so excited about your new job but are scared about getting older and where your life is headed. You slam your laptop shut, feeling a headache starting to form. You get up from the couch and walk over to the big bay window, watching the rain pour down outside.

"What's wrong?" Henry sounds behind you. You bite your lip not knowing how to respond

"Y/N?" He says quietly, walking to stand next to you. "You can tell me anything.”

"Do you think I’m making a mistake?” You blurt out.

"Mistake? About what?"

"I feel like I'm making the wrong decision. About everything." You admit, not truly understanding what’s going on inside your head.

"You're just overthinking it." He wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to his side.

"You're probably right. It's just ever since my parents died and I graduated college, I've felt lost. Like something is missing in my life and I can't figure out what it is."

"What do you think you're missing?"

"A lot. I honestly don't know. There's just something that I know in my heart is wrong or not where it's supposed to be."

"Y/N, you are the strongest person I know. The most independent, talented, bravest, kindest person. Those are just a few words to describe you. You inspire me to be better." Henry compliments. You turn fully to look at him.

"But you weren't there. After everything happened with my parents the only person I wanted was you. Before you left for London, do you remember what you told me?"

"That I would always be there for you. No matter what." He gulps down the shame.

"But you weren't. Every time I was sitting alone in my room, crying for someone to hug me and comfort me, you never came. I'm realizing now that my tears weren't only from the loss of my parents, but also from the loss of you. You caused me more pain and tears than my own parents' death and I can't understand why. So, when you said you'd always be there for me, did you forget that you can't protect me from yourself?"

Henry stands there in shock, not knowing what to say or what to do in this moment. He knows he can’t say anything to fix what happened but he wants to. He wants to give you everything in the world because you deserve it.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I-."

"Don't. You don't need to say anything.” You interrupt him, walking away.

"Y/N, wait." He grabs your arm to pull you back. Your eyes meet his and he sees the tears welling up.

"Y/N, I know I can't make up for those years that we lost together, but I will try my hardest to fill the rest of them with so much happiness and excitement and love. You deserve nothing less. I wish I could give you so much more, but I can't, and I guess that's why I've always been so distant when it came to you. I can't give you what you want.” Heny spills his confession, trying to get his words together. "I feel like ever since we've reconnected, I've tried to get closer to you, but you always shy away from me. Why is that?"

"You wouldn't understand."

"Try me." Henry challenges you.

"I guess my problem is that I'm scared. I'm scared of getting too attached again. Giving someone the power to control me. To end my whole world whenever they feel like it." You admit the deepest secret hidden in your heart.

"Am I close?" Henry brings his hand up to wipe the tears that have fallen down your cheek.

"Too."

“Henry, I said nothing fancy!” You exclaim as you both arrive at the celebratory dinner he planned for you.

“It’s not that fancy.” He remarks, pulling you by your hand inside.

“Hi, name please.” One of the greeters asks.

“Cavill.”

“Alright, follow me.” The guy leads you to a booth near the far end of the restaurant. Henry pulls out your chair and you smile as you sit down and Henry sits in his chair. The guy hands you the menus and tells you the waiter will be right with you.

“Order whatever you want. It’s on me.” Henry opens his menu, surveying the options.

“I can’t believe you did this. You know I would be fine with a damn McDonalds happy meal.” You argue.

“I know you would but you also deserve nights like these.” He looks at you over the menu.

“I appreciate what you’re doing Henry. Thank you.”

“No need to thank me. I want you to enjoy this moment.” Henry waves the waiter over and orders a bottle of white wine and you choose your food. The waiter leaves and you can’t help but just stare at Henry. You’ve come to realize how gorgeous he’s still is after all these years. It’s almost unfair that he’s only gotten better looking.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Your eyes meet his but you look away, face flushed from being caught.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything. Always.” Henry leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, eyes burning holes into your skin from his intense gaze.

“What do you see when you look at me?”

Henry ponders for a moment as the waiter appears, pouring the wine in each of your glasses. The waiter eventually leaves and Henry reaches over, taking your hand in his as he looks into your eyes again.

"I see a beautiful woman with a strong, soft heart but a corrupted mind." Your eyebrows scrunch together slightly as he continues. "Thoughts and ideas damaged by broken promises and lies. Sad memories floating around and taking over all the happy ones. I see a girl whose mind is constantly battling with her heart because her heart chooses to feel what her mind chooses to ignore."

You feel your throat close up and swallow a lump back, trying your hardest not to burst into tears. He is the only person who has ever understood you. Every thought and every emotion. You don’t even have to say anything but he already knows.

"Please don't leave me again." You plead, gripping his hand in yours.

"I'll always come back to you, my angel." Henry brings your hand up to his lips, laying a kiss on top and along your knuckles. “I want this to be the best chapter of your life. I want you to relish this moment and hold it close. I want you to take every risk and every chance at success and happiness that comes your way. I don’t know anyone else who deserves it more.”

At that moment, you realized, you want to spend the rest of your life with him because he is the best thing in your life.

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Firstly I feel like I must write a quick blurb.

I first wrote this storyline about 3 years ago. I did it just for fun under a side account I constantly changed the name to, I must’ve changed my account name like 6 times. I think my last account name was like “lilac-babe”? If you remember some of the storyline and me then welcome back!

When I deleted this I was at a low point in life, I found out my ex-bf cheated on me, my sister lost custody of her kids and I took them in, covid happened and the world shut down, my job I had for 8 years was literally giving me panic attacks to the point I had to go on mental health leave for 3 months. I had a sugar daddy (who in the beginning was nice but in the end gave me trauma of older men with silver hair) but a lot has changed since I deleted as well. I found the love of my life who treats me so well, got engaged, had a baby who is the light of my life! Now I’m a stay at home mom who does tattooing on the side.

This story originally had 10 chapters, but I deleted the last chapter keeping the ending open. I plan to write roughly the same amount this time around as well. I’m going to spice up the story a bit, and I will be making changes here and there it might not even end the way I originally had ended it.

I also

I also am thinking of rewriting some of my other old stories, vampireharry!, witchharry!, angstharry!. Etc.

(I love making people sad and suffer with cliffhangers)

Anyways here’s a quick idea of what’s to expect in the coming chapters. The first chapter will be posted in about a week. 😘

Main characters

Harry, stopped aging at 30.

Brown hair, green eyes, 6ft4.

Very quiet and moody.

Lives in a tall A frame cabin he made out of the surrounding woods. Had a mate but she was killed by human hunters.

Jealous type, angers easily, Great chef though.

Henry, stopped aging at 37.

Brown hair, Blue eyes,6 ft8.

Quiet but kind. Lives closer to the town in an antique Yurt. Owns a TV and has quite the DVD collection.

Spiteful type, enjoys a old fashion fist fight. Usually at surrounding pubs, Is mean for sport.

Niall, stopped aging at 30.

Light brown hair, blue eyes, 6 ft2.

Peaceful. Lives in a cabin near the garden. Loves nature and main groundskeeper of the solar panels and garden.

Occasionally enjoys a drink down at the pub but the first to leave when Henry shows up.

Just happy to be here type, but can get vengeful, also angers easily.

Y/N, 27.

Loves to read. Loves her family cat named craig. Pretty much an orphan since her dad passed away last year an her mom left when she was a toddler. College dropout. works at a coffee shop and does onlyfans as a side hustle.

Naive type.

Madge, roughly stopped aging at 50. Has been around almost the same time the village was founded.

Grey hair, blue eyes. 5ft5.

The matriarch of the clan. Niall’s Aunt.

Her partner passed away 2 years ago, was raised in town has never left the mountainside. Likes to read and drink her homegrown specialty teas.

Cooks her big suppers every Sunday night and makes enough for everyone to take home leftovers.

Traditional type.

Village Info.

Knightstowne

130 people not including the pups.

Has been around for almost 600 years.

Most of the homes and surrounding buildings are homemade out of logs, The newer homes have concrete.

Large bonfire with benches in the middle of town, used as a city hall for discussions.

Solar farm is a 10 minute walk south of the bonfire.

Food garden is a 10 minute walk north of the bonfire.

The animal farm is north of the entrance of town.

The houses are scattered around the bonfire, Madge’s house is closest to the entrance and her old horse stables are used as a farmers market within the community.

🔥🔥🔥 W A R N I N G 🔥🔥🔥

This is fantasy.

There will be talks of smut, breeding, knotting, spanking, hair pulling, blood, aggression, anal, jealousy, bullying, spitting, face slapping, degradation, revenge, consensual non consent, and more.

we start out with a semi, graphic assault.

This is not for the faint of heart, do not continue to read if this isn’t for you.

🔥I will not be tagging people for next chapters.

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Forest Fantasy

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader

Summary: There's a new hotel in town. It can't possibly be what it's advertised as, can it?

Word Count: 6.5K

Warnings: 18+, NO MINORS, cunnilingus, p in v (missionary and doggy style), monster fucking (right?).

A/N: I was considering waiting until Oct, but it's a fucking Super Moon tonight so let's gooooo.....!!!!!

When The Fantasy Hotel opened up in town, you scoffed at first. "What’s with this name? What kind of depravity is this? Why can't folks just fuck in their own homes?" you thought to yourself. “At least they have someone to fuck. Why must they flaunt their relationships in my face this way?”

But then you heard the whispers. The suggestions. The innuendos. A few of your online friends, who know you'd been through a dry spell for some time now, had been asking if you'd given any thought to trying it out and you were...confused. They wouldn't say outright what they'd heard about the place, but curiosity got the better of you.

You opened the incognito browser and typed the hotel name and were...shocked. Shocked at the images and the rave reviews. This hotel wasn't strictly for couples. As a matter of fact, it was designed for singles. And you shut your laptop quickly, convinced this wasn't for you and worried what your anonymous, online friends must think of you. You broached the subject delicately, so as not to offend in case maybe they didn't really know what they were asking about.

MNstrluvr: Come on. You've read the fics. You've liked and commented. Are you really saying you weren't into it? The idea of it?

sendmeanangel: I was sucked in by the phenomenal writing. You know me. I read anything if it's told well, descriptive, immersive, get you out of your head.

darkgothnightengale: This is THAT. But IRL. You're fucking lucky they picked your town to open the first one. You HAVE to try it and tell us how it is!!!

sendmeanangel: Have you seen the prices?

darkgothnightengale: We chipped in.

sendmeanangel:...

MNstrluvr: Come on! We're dying to know first hand from someone we actually know. Please. For science!

It took a few more gentle prods and pokes, with promises of no jokes unless you gave specific permission. And under NO CIRCUMSTANCES were your friends allowed to post anything that even vaguely alluded to the fact that you were trying the place out. Private DMs and Super Private Chat Room discussions only.

Your visit was booked. You opted for a brief stay only. Two hours. You couldn't bring yourself to book a longer stay and the theme you selected was one that allowed for less than full evenings. It was also the only slot available on the day you were able to ask off work.

You showered and primped, pampering yourself with your favorite body wash and lotion, knowing how good it made you feel to be fresh and clean and smelling delicious. You checked your clothes and your makeup in the full length mirror by your apartment door, opting not to change for the fiftieth time since stepping out of the shower. A few final items stuffed into your travel satchel and the large floppy hat on your head you'd bought specifically to hide your face as you made your way into the hotel and you were off for your adventure, trepidation buzzing around your insides and threatening to derail your purpose.

Your friends had paid and you figured you were already past a normal hotel refund window, so paying them back would mean picking up a few extra shifts on top of your already hectic university schedule. Besides, you didn't want to disappoint them. They were so curious to know if the stories that were starting to pop-up on Tumblr did any justice to the experience. You really couldn’t imagine this was anything more than some extremely well put together costumes and perhaps use of silicon implements, which had you really wondering about sanitation, but whatever.

The cab pulled up at the hotel entrance and a petite woman with a pixie cut stepped forward to open the door and help you out. She gave a warm smile with no hint of derision or teasing about the hat as she welcomed you sincerely and led you through the front doors, depositing you at the registration desk.

"Enjoy your stay!" she beamed at you, with a conspiratorial wink before heading back out to, you assumed, await the next guest.

You called out a thanks after her, then turned to the front desk attendant, who welcomed you by name.

"You have the only check in slot at this time," he answered your unspoken question with a kind smile. "We stagger arrival on purpose to ensure privacy for our guests. Especially first time visits. We have you booked in the Deep Forest Suite for the next two hours, and it looks like you requested the basket add on. That will be waiting for you in the room. Since it is your first time, we just need you to sign a few waivers and I'll run through the hotel safety rules for you. A copy has also been sent to your email, if you want to check them during your stay. But also, rest assured, your host is well versed and knows exactly how to keep you safe. You are in good hands here, I promise."

Every word spoken carefully and with respect, every inflection designed to put your worries at ease. If you had butterflies going in, you'd never know it now. You had taken notice of the lush and inviting lobby, dark wood furniture covered in rich velvet, chandeliers and wall sconces casting a warm glow around you. There was nothing menacing or untoward, nothing like you had expected, even after seeing the interior photos online. You'd experienced marketing ploys before. This wasn't glue disguised as milk or fries on toothpicks to stand up straight in the box or a long angle shot of the tiniest pool ever. Everything so far was exactly as depicted and you were impressed.

Then you remembered the photo of your host and had to swallow hard. You had assumed it was a doctored image, maybe some unique lighting to draw attention. But if the decor was real, then maybe he was too. The rules were oddly specific for an experience with a guy in a costume.

Maybe everything you had assumed about the nature of this hotel was wrong.

"Everything okay?" the clerk asked with a furrowed brow. "Is there something worrisome about the rules?"

"Oh. No. No everything is fine. I'm just..." you trailed off. Nervous wasn't the right word. Nor were you embarrassed, as you thought you would be. The door attendant, the desk clerk...neither had made you feel anything but welcome and safe and not self-conscious at all.

"It's perfectly reasonable to feel a little apprehension your first time. If it makes you feel better, you should know: you actually can opt out at any time. We do have to retain a portion of the room fee, but a partial refund is available. Should you change your mind."

"That's nice to know, thank you. I think I'll be okay."

"Then let's get you to your room,” he clapped his hands together with a mirth. “427. Elevator is down the hall and there are directional signs, but I'm happy to escort you if you'd like."

"I think I'll manage, but thank you."

As he placed the key in your possession and sent you on your way, the reality sunk in a little deeper. Weighed down by the heavy iron key in your hand as you rode the elevator to the fourth floor and stepped down the hall to your room, you could no longer deny what was about to occur.

You were headed into the wolf's den.

The door unlocked with a satisfying click as you turned the iron key. You were transported to a lush forest setting when you stepped into the room. Or as close as you could get indoors, anyway. A carpet of deep, soft green lay on the floor beneath your feet, and you immediately slipped out of your shoes to feel the cool material on your skin. It was impossibly silky, smooth, and comforting.

Large potted fir and pine plants lined the walls and stood in corners. At least a few held miniature deciduous trees and some with limbs stretching across the ceiling. You finally let your eyes fall on the chunky, four-poster bed, the legs, head- and foot-boards crafted of smooth finished logs you might find in a high-end cabin or ski chalet and covered in a thick feather mattress wrapped in luxurious blankets and piled high with pillows.

A picnic basket sat prim and proper on the coffee table nestled between two plump, overstuffed chairs and you had just reached out to peek beneath the deep red cloth when the door closed softly behind you and a throat cleared.

"I hope I haven't startled you."

You turned and gasped as you took in the sight of one of the largest, and, for lack of a better description because your brain was starting to fail you, manliest men you'd ever set eyes on. His photograph might have been deceptive, but only because it didn't do him justice. He wore a thick, blue cable knit sweater and dark gray cargo pants that seemed to mold around his thighs. He was barefoot, which surprised you a little, but then who were you to judge at the moment?

You caught his smirk as you lifted your gaze to appreciate the rugged beard and full head of chocolate curls that framed his face, offsetting mesmerizing blue eyes.

"I'm Walter," he offered you his hand as he spoke your name with a gentle growl. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"You're not..." you stopped yourself, suddenly embarrassed at how eager you'd found yourself. "Forgive me. That may have been a rude way to start."

"It's okay," he chuckled. "This isn't the form you signed up for, but I've found it more enjoyable to at least meet in this state. If I bounded in here all claws and snarls, we wouldn't have a chance to speak first. And I prefer to have at least a quick chat, if that's okay with you."

"It's fine," you whispered, your throat dry though your mouth was watering.

Walter stepped past you and reached a large mitt into the basket to pull out a bottle of water.

"Would you like to talk with me a bit?" he asked, offering you the bottle. Your eyes lingered on the basket, though, curious what else might be in there. The amenity said “Fantasy Basket”, so it could have just been a riff on the hotel name, but still, you had assumed…

“Did you not get a chance to peek before I arrived?” he asked as you took a sip of water.

“No. Do you know what’s in there?”

“I do,” another chuckle, deeper and darker than before. “Do you want to know now, or later?”

“We don’t have a lot of time, do we?” you asked, suddenly aware and mentally kicking yourself for thinking you didn’t need more than a few hours to get the lay of the land. Literally, you snorted at your internal joke.

“Something funny?”

“Lay of the land,” you replied with a grin and as he laughed with you, you caught sight of his canines. They seemed a little longer than when you saw them in his first grin. At the moan that slipped from your throat, he darkened again.

“That it will be.”

You gasped and squeezed your thighs, clenching at the reverberation in his voice. Something had changed from even just the moment before when he’d entered the room. Aside from the physical appearance, you sensed a shift in the air, something wavering in the ether around you. A heat crept from your core to your cheeks, through your spine and settled into your chest. You were breathless.

“How do we…um, how does this start?”

“We’ve already started, haven’t we?” he replied, a little mysteriously. “Sit with me?”

What made you drop to the floor beneath you instead of onto the comfortable looking seat, you couldn’t say, but here you were resting back on your heels as you took another drink of water from the glass bottle in your hand.

“I was going to suggest the chairs, but if you prefer the ground, I’m happy to say I do too.”

Walter stepped forward and lowered himself to the ground beside you, one knee splayed wide and almost touching yours, the other knee bent with an elbow draped over it as he leaned toward you. You could swear you caught him sniffing the air.

“I don’t know what to say,” you spoke with caution, suddenly overwhelmed. The day was just becoming a series of flip-flops in your mind as you imagined yourself, sometimes bold and determined to experience what you could, then timid and nervous as the reality overcame you. Once at ease and open, now shy and reserved.

“That’s okay,” Walter replied. “The better for me to begin.”

Why did that sound like such a familiar phrase? You took another drink and nodded for him to continue.

“I’d like to continue our time together by undressing you, one way or another. You have a choice, which you can leave to me if you’d like. I can do it now, in this form,” he paused, cocked his head to one side, then the other as he cracked his neck. “Or I can shift, in your presence or not, and do it that way.”

What did he mean by “shift”? Surely, he must mean change. As in undress and don a mask. But then you remembered his teeth, somehow longer. And you thought about the subtle way the atmosphere seemed to shimmer and transport you and you wondered if he really did mean “shift.’

“That sounds like two choices,” you whispered and caught his grin, canines even longer than before.

“Perceptive. I like it. Need a few moments?”

“What happens after I’m…I mean, I know what happens, I guess… but just, like, how…” you trailed off, not really sure what you were asking.

“We’re playing a game here, really. That’s all. It can be as simple or intricate as you’d like, though, you’re right. Our time is ticking away.”

“You do it.” You rushed, barely letting him finish his response.

“Here or…?”

“I’ll close my eyes.” The thought of watching his shift, though intriguing, also made you wonder if it would make you more nervous than you already suddenly found yourself again. Maybe it was better to just jump in and get started, as much as you were also enjoying speaking with Walter in his human form.

“Why don’t you take the basket into the bathroom? Pick out whatever intrigues you for use and come out when you’re ready. I’ll shift before you return. Sound okay?”

You nodded and he helped you to stand, then handed you the basket and gently urged you toward the bathroom door. Before he let go of your arm, he stepped in close, slipping his hand over yours and pressing it to his chest as he tugged you toward him.

“Do you mind if I give you one kiss this way before we meet next? You can say no, but it’s nice, I think, a good way to gauge your interest.”

Did he somehow think you weren’t interested? How had you hidden the drool from him? You’d been too quiet, clearly. Mesmerized by everything that had happened already in such a short time and you’d lost your voice, unable to truly communicate your desire. You were ruining everything, obviously.

“I’d like to kiss you very much,” you admitted, peering up into his eyes, which you now noticed were not the 100% blue you’d originally thought. Was this man really about to change shape? Did it matter? It didn’t matter in the least as far as how well he could kiss you, because while you were contemplating the genetics of the man in front of you, he was leaning down to capture your lips in what started as a chaste, closed mouth peck that grew steadily more intense as you felt his free arm slip up your back to settle a hand against the nape of your neck while yours slipped around his waist and urged him closer, as if you were guided by some unknown force. You felt his tongue lick along your bottom lip and you opened your mouth to him as if you’d known him your whole life.

With your hand still pressed against his sternum, you could feel his heart beat faster as each second passed and the kiss grew more heated. When he pulled away you actually whined.

“I’m glad to see you are interested,” he teased with a grin before he spun you toward the door again and pressed you inside. “Now hop on in and don’t take too long. I want to treat you for as long as I can.”

The bathroom was just as sumptuous as the main room. A dark tiled shower took up one entire wall of the room and you couldn’t tell if the color was black or just the deepest forest green you’d ever seen. Instead of a curtain or sliding door, a glass panel separated the shower from the rest of the room with an opening opposite the brass water valves to step in. What you imagined must be a rain shower head jutted out from the ceiling. You didn’t want to waste any more of your precious time, but wondered if there’d be any left to enjoy this shower when all was said and done. The rest of the bathroom fixtures and amenities would have to wait for inspection, since you needed to pay attention to your basket. You set it on the veined marble counter and finally lifted the cloth completely off.

Only the cloth wasn’t exactly a cloth. It was a cape, tucked neatly on top of a few more bottles of water, a small loaf of bread, some cut cheeses and fruit in a covered bowl. And that was it for the tame picnic items.

You pulled a short, white peasant dress trimmed in lace and a red apron with black satin ribbon criss-crossing the front out of the basket, along with what appeared to be a pair of black fishnet stockings and thought of Walter’s comments. Were you expected to change or only if you wanted this part of the experience? Finally, you noticed a few heavy leather straps and as you pulled them from the basket you realized they must be meant as restraints, but for whom? You or him? You also noticed a distinct lack of silicon implements.

You heard a rustle of some sort outside the bathroom door, reminding you that Walter was waiting and time was fleeting and you really needed to make a decision about how you wanted to enter the room again. Walter had suggested you take the basket with you. And he was going to be … different when you saw him again, wasn’t he? And you had asked him to undress you. Maybe he anticipated that undressing would be … vigorous. What if this costume was meant for that? You had brought a change of clothes but didn’t think you’d be leaving here with one less outfit in your already sparse wardrobe.

Your mind made up, you stripped quickly and donned the outfit, amazed at how simple the apron was to slip over your head, then pull the satin ties tight with your own hand. You always imagined an intricate article of intimate clothing like this would take so much more effort. Maybe it would be something you’d feel comfortable and confident enough to do outside this hotel someday.

For now, you were drawn back into the moment with a thud on the door and a low growl that sounded like “Come out.”

You finished dressing, wrapping the cape around your neck and drawing up the hood. You still weren’t wearing shoes, so you could feel the ground through the wide gaps of the fishnets as you stepped back into the room, picnic basket on your arm. It felt different. More uneven. Crunchy leaves crackled beneath as you stepped onto what now felt like real grass, fading to dirt, fading to ground littered with pine needles and dry leaves. Ferns peaked out from the tree trunks. And a supermoon shone overhead.

This was not your room. It was on the other side of the bathroom door, to be fair, but this was not the room you’d stepped into 20 minutes ago. And yet, how could it be anything but? A twig snapped to your left and drew your attention as you realized you didn’t see Walter. You’d thought he’d be right outside the door, waiting for you, maybe in a chair, maybe on the bed. But you didn’t see him, only his clothes folded neatly on the table where your picnic basket had been. Suddenly, you felt a rush of air next to you.

“What are you doing here, little one?”

You had a hard time deciding what to focus on as the words were spoken. The actual choice of the words themselves, which harkened back to that story that drifted through the tendrils of your mind, whispering “You know me?” Or the rough, low way those words tumbled from him, hungry and full of want. Was this the game?

“Your voice sounds so strange, Walter. Is everything okay?” you asked, plucking the words from the cobwebs in your head.

“I think I just swallowed some water wrong.”

You took a deep breath and turned, ready to catch him, ready to see. He was glorious and you were awestruck. It took a few moments of taking in the sight of his body, arms slightly elongated, up on the balls of his feet, hair that looked like chocolate silk covering his body but not in a way that you couldn’t see the tone and definition of his skin underneath, nose and mouth pulled forward, ears up. Ears up.

“Walter, what big ears you have,” you cooed, reaching up to touch them, though waiting for the assent in his eyes. When you could see he would allow it, you brushed your fingers along the back side, then scratched a little in the crease where they met his head and he closed his eyes for a moment. His eyes.

“Walter, what big eyes you have,” your voice a bit lower, sultry, as if the confidence you’d lost earlier had found its way back to you. He opened them and you’d have sworn sparks flew as his deep blue eyes pierced yours before you saw him drag his gaze over your face, down your neck, back and forth between your breasts, unfortunately still covered. He must have felt the same because he didn’t linger on the clothes, but when he reached your thighs, clad in the black hose he snarled, baring his sharp teeth. Sharp teeth.

“Walter,” you teased. “What big teeth you have.”

“The better to eat you with, my dear,” he growled and pounced, swatting the picnic basket to the ground before lifting you by the waist and hoisting you over his shoulder. He only needed a few steps before he could toss you back onto the plump bed. Your cape hood dropped off your head and your dress skirt hiked up a little, but not like it mattered.

Walter was between your legs, nudging your thighs wide with his own as he folded himself over you, arms caging your head. With a snarl, he began to nuzzle down your neck, sniffing along the way.

“You smell good,” he grunted as he drew a paw over your chest. “Smelled you from the moment I walked in the room, but I wanted to be closer. Like this.”

You peered down towards his hand and noticed the sharp claw of what should be an index finger drawn back and ready to slice through the black satin down your breast. The apron draped to your sides as easily as you’d put it on, practically one handed, and it was gone now. You didn’t really care if the white dress met the same fate as the apron, but the cape was quality. Surely there was no need to ruin it. You reached to untie the bow at your neck just as Walter sliced easily through the front of the dress. The rip as he reared back and grabbed a side of split fabric in both hands to finish the job was satisfying.

Since you’d decided to just leave off the bra and panties for the sake of time, you were now left like an unwrapped package on the bed, intricately woven stretchy black thread the only thing sitting between you and Walter. Your chest was heaving and so was his. And since he was now up on his knees instead of bent over you, you had a chance to glance away from his face toward his hips and you had to bite your lip.

He was huge. Like, possibly not gonna fit huge. He must have seen the hesitation on your face.

“Don’t worry,” came the sound as he dropped back off the bed, knelt on the floor, hooked his arms under your thighs, and tugged you to the edge of the bed. You felt his nuzzle against the skin of your belly, the warm, wet air of his exhale trailing down your side, into the crook of your thigh, and finally settling right on top of your cunt. He was so deft as he slipped a finger into your slit, then cut the thread between your legs as he pulled the finger free, widening the hole to give him greater access.

The noises you made could absolutely be interpreted as nothing other than consent, but you wanted to make sure he didn’t stop, as the contract said he could if he had any doubt about your permission. There could be no doubt.

“Please, don’t stop. Put your mouth on me. Make me cum.”

There was the slightest of huffs, as if he was smiling the briefest of victory smiles, before his assail began. It was measured, it was slow, it was a thorough gathering of information. It was infuriating. As you were about to open your impatient mouth and remind him that the clock was ticking the minutes away, like the insufferable bitch she was, he shifted tactics.

Every little nuance he’d taken note of, every amount of pressure and length of lick that produced some desired effect was now fortified. This was the only thing he did. And at a brisker rate, as if he’d calculated the pleasure you’d derived at the low speed and determined the exponential pleasure you’d get from the real speed.

They had not put mathematical genius in his bio, but here you were getting eaten alive better than anyone had ever done it before. And you dared say, maybe after. This could get expensive.

When you couldn’t take it anymore, when you were afraid the remaining time had to be expired because you kept awakening from mind bending bliss to find him still lapping and sucking at your pussy as if he just got started and how long had it been, my gods, you grabbed hold of the curly hair around his head and tugged as you begged.

“Stop. Stop,” you were breathless. “Walter, please stop. It’s so good. It’s too good. I don’t want you to stop but we have to stop. My time must be up, I have to go.”

His laugh wasn’t cruel, but it was sinister “We have time. Don’t worry. I made sure.”

You didn’t dare look at the clock. Your gaze was locked into his anyway, whites of his eyes replaced by a deep, lustful red. He held your stare while dragging his tongue and snout along your heated skin.

He slipped an arm under your waist, tugging your torso in one direction as he stepped a hind leg up to nudge your hips in the other. He settled in between your legs once he had you parallel to the edge of the bed. You threw your arms over your head as he caressed your outer thigh, coaxing it around his waist while bending to savor the scent you'd released for him. When he was satisfied, he moved again to climb over your body.

You were aching for him, arching into the heat radiating from the closeness of his form. As you reached for his neck to pull him even closer, you realized why he'd kissed you before the turn. It would be awkward now to put your mouth on his. The shape didn't lend itself to an easy slotting of lips against one another, though you yearned for the recent memory.

As if he could sense your desire, he leaned in and nuzzled against your neck, behind your ear, then along your throat. He pushed your chin up with his muzzle to bare your pulse to him and then he nipped.

You whimpered at the sensation and even as he licked to soothe it, he did it again, a little harder, just shy of breaking skin.

"Please," you begged, eager to feel the power, though you knew it was strictly forbidden and you trusted he did as well.

His growl was full of bravado, as if he was proud to have you begging him to break the rules.

"You wanna get me in trouble?" Walter grumbled in your ear as he ran his paws up and down your body, dragging his claws carefully over your skin. He snarled when they snagged on the stockings and looked to you for approval before he tore them away from your legs completely.

"If you can't bite me, then at least mate me," you pleaded, knowing full well he couldn't do that either but you were too far gone to care. It would at least get him thinking about sinking his cock in you one way or another.

He reached for the drawer of the heavy wooden night stand and produced a few foil packets, dropping all but one on the bedside table and handing you the last, prompting an eyebrow raised in question from you. His response was measured, as if he struggled to control something deep inside.

"You have another choice to make," he began with a low rumble as he sought understanding in your eyes. "I can't mate you directly and I'm sure you know that. I have access to...toys, equipment that would allow you to feel that sensation, but it won't be me. If instead, you're willing to use protection with me, I will gladly fill you up."

If he wouldn't go bare, so be it. He wiggled his claws as you attempted to hand him the packet, sure you'd make a debacle of trying to sheath the monster between his legs.

"Just to be safe, you'd better do it. These are pretty sharp. That ok?" he grunted at you in question.

You nodded and scooted out from under him, up the bed so you had a little leverage. He kept a knee on the mattress as he stood tall from his other hind leg still on the floor and waited for you to tear the package and roll the condom down his cock.

"Is there anything special I need to do to make it fit?" you asked, vaguely aware of how ridiculous the question sounded but eager nonetheless to get past this part and onto the one where Walter would be deep inside you, filling every inch, stroking every wall. You'd already seen the size, but forgotten your initial trepidation thanks to the glorious head he'd given you.

Surely, no standard drugstore rubber would cover it. His huff was kind, and you could swear you saw the twinkle of a smile in his eyes as he answered.

"We bring them in special. They're designed for a ... more substantial, and sometimes even exotic, need. But if you know how to use one, you know how to use them all. Still alright?"

You nodded with a smile, and set to work, letting the heft and feel of his member draw you back into your haze of lust and desire now that logistics were out of the way. You worked the rubber over his girth and found yourself imagining what it would be like to have him split you in two. You couldn't wait and he could tell.

"So eager," he grumbled as he grasped your shoulders and eased you onto your back.

You thought about trying to tame your excitement, but to what end? For a brief moment the thought that you surely didn't have much more time left flitted through your mind and then you let the excitement and anticipation take over.

"Please take me now," you begged and captured the side of your lower lip with your teeth as you once again pictured the incoming pleasure.

"If anything feels uncomfortable, you can tell me to stop," he murmured in your ear as he lowered himself over you. "Say 'woodsman' and I stop. Understood?"

He pulled back to find your reply and when he had his confirmation he didn't hold back any further. As if no time had passed between when he had coaxed so much moisture from your core and now, you were still dripping for him when he grabbed ahold of his thick member and placed the tip at your entrance.

Any other man would have slid in easily, but Walter wasn't any other man and he knew it. Once the tip breached your aching pussy, he carefully nudged a knuckle alongside, pressing in and loosening the way. You spread your legs wider for him and willed your walls to relax, though they wouldn't.

Remembering what he said during the exchange about the condom, you pulled a hand off his shoulder, down his furry chest, and in between your bodies, reaching for the spot where you were connected. The growl he let out when he realized what you were doing was invigorating and spurred you on.

You watched him bend his head down so he could take in the sight of you stroking him a few times before you began to massage the folds at your entrance. You let your fingers tease your clit and when you couldn't stand it any longer, a time which you were sure had already passed, you split your index and middle finger and gently coaxed your opening wider.

As he felt the ease, Walter sank ever deeper until he was bottomed out and pressed as far in as he could. You saw stars, immediately, and loosened even more, coating him with warmth and juices that helped his movements.

In another time, with another man, that may have been it. Most men, if they even took the time to draw an orgasm from you through the missionary position, would collapse in almost relief as soon as you came, spending their load and ending the night then and there.

But you'd already established Walter was no mere man. He took your sigh as his cue to help you feel that way again and again. And when he couldn't tear another orgasm from you in this position, no matter how hard he pumped or how high he got your legs over his head, he pulled out and flipped you to all fours and slammed back in from behind, eager to wrench at least one last shout of pleasure from your lips before he spilled his seed in the condom and sent you to your belly with a slap on your ass as he withdrew from you entirely.

"Am I charged extra for that?" you mustered the energy to ask once he'd returned from the bathroom. You peeled one exhausted eye open to see he was back to his human form, though still completely unclothed and you wondered if anyone was lucky enough to enjoy that experience as well.

"Sorry?" he asked, a quizzical look on his face.

"Does this place charge by the volume? Was there a limit to the number of orgasms allowed? I imagine it has to be like the extra mini-bar charges they tack onto your bill when you check out of any other hotel, right?"

His laugh was deep and infectious. It reverberated through the room and your chest as he climbed into the bed beside you with the bowl of cheese and fruit in one hand and the bread in the other.

"We don't have a limit. You can have as many as you want. Care for a snack? Get your energy back?” Walter took the time to feed you small bites while your boneless body slowly recovered.

"We have to be so far over my time limit. Am I about to turn into a pumpkin now?" you asked after swallowing a final bite of bread.

Walter laughed again and it warmed your heart. Maybe he was just a really good actor, but nothing so far had rang false, so why would he try to fake this? He thought you were funny.

"No, nothing so drastic. But if you do want to rinse off before checkout, you should get a move on. I could carry you if you're still not up to moving just yet?"

You nodded, and as if you weighed nothing, Walter lifted you from the bed and deposited you in the shower cabin, away from the shower head while he fiddled with the water faucet. Once the steam began to rise, he pulled you in with him and helped you lather up and rinse off, careful to keep your hair away from the spray as best he could. Then he dried you off with a fluffy towel and helped you dress in your extra set of clothes, before tucking the cape in your bag with your original outfit.

"It's part of the basket fee," he answered your unasked question with a ridiculous wink. "If you book it again, they'll give you a discount, but you'll have to remember to bring it with you."

As you stepped out of the bathroom, the room again appeared as it did when you first entered what felt like hours ago. Surely more than two. Walter could sense your confusion.

“The hotel has some special features we don’t actually advertise,” he offered, as he pulled on his pants. “We use them at our discretion, but it means you get an experience unlike others. This room, for example, truly can transform into a deep forest. And I like to stretch the time here, especially for newcomers. When you walk out into that hall, it’ll be two hours since your arrival. We’ve been here for longer though. But do me a favor, wouldja? Keep that to yourself?”

You nodded and smiled, appreciative of his special treatment, then took one last look around the room to make sure you hadn't forgotten anything. Walter walked you to the door and gave you a final kiss goodbye.

“I do hope everything was to your satisfaction. Hopefully, you’ll come back sometime,” he grinned at you as you stumbled backwards down the hall, not wanting to turn away from his gorgeous face. You were absolutely going to figure out a way to pick up some extra shift and make your way back to this hotel again if it killed you.

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ramp-it-up · 1 year

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Nice and Tight

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader x Chris Evans

Word Count: 1.6K.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT, Explicit description of graphic sex. Read at your own risk. Threesome, Praise kink, Spit roasting, double penetration, anal sex and play, allusions to oral sex (f receiving), Daddy kink, Sir kink, allusions to Dom/ sub dynamics, voice kink if you squint, dirty talk, size kink, competition but also compersion. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

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This night wasn’t turning out the way you thought it would, and this conversation was taking quite the different direction.

“I really think that we should take that drive up to Box Hill this weekend. We can get some fresh air, exercise, and continue this adventure on top of the knoll.”

Henry looked down at you and winked.

“What do you think, Dove?”

Henry responded to your silence with a frown and a slight tap on your jaw. You looked up into the twinkle of his cerulean eyes.

“Don’t be rude.”

Your eyes welled up with tears and you gulped, and your body clenched in response.

“Ah….shitttttt, Baby Doll. Fuck. So good.”

Chris groaned, finally joining the conversation.

“You have her mouth full, Cavill; give her a bit of a break. She’s a good fucking girl entertaining us both like this. So good and gotdamn tight.”

Chris was filling your ass full of his cock as you sucked Henry off. This is what you asked for. Your tears were the result of trying to breathe around Henry’s huge member as Chris fucked you slowly and steadily from behind.

The pull and the drag of Chris’s cock against your delicate walls was everything as he carefully took you apart and Henry got you back together.

You loved exactly where you were, between these two gorgeous men, and anywhere they wanted to take you to do this again was alright with you. They were unexpectedly tender and attentive, doing exactly what you requested. You weren’t mad. At all.

They were being so nice and yet so nasty at the same time.

You tried to hum an affirmative ‘Yes, Sir,’ as a response around Henry’s girth, causing his hips to stutter, and then surge forward, impaling himself further down your windpipe.

“Bloody hell, Dove. That mouth is so good. Throat so fucking snug.”

He reached down, encircled your neck with one hand to feel the bulge of himself in your tight column. He slowly pulled out and watched you cough and splutter when you took in air again.

“So lovely with your face like this…”

Henry admired you as Chris continued his débauched act behind you. You clenched again at the praise and Chris’s stroke. Your eyes glazed over with pleasure as Henry’s other hand lightly slapped and pinched your nipples, eliciting pornographic gasps and groans from you.

“Sound so gotdamn… fuck Baby Doll. Gonna make me fill your ass…”

Your eyes rolled back at the thought. Although you had prepared all day for this moment, you couldn't believe that you were actually here, paid homage to by two of the most attractive men in the world.

“And you’re absolutely gorgeous with your face all fucked out.”

You smiled and Henry gave you a filthy kiss, then lifted you carefully by your arms as he moved underneath you and between your legs.

You shuddered and moaned as his hairy body slid underneath yours, the stimulation almost too much.

Chris stilled and throbbed as Henry looked deep into your eyes and nodded, placing his hands on your waist as Chris’s hands on your hips guided you onto Henry’s cock.

“Now be a good girl, Baby Doll, and take both of us.”

“Yessssss!”

Your plaintive cry made both men clench their jaws in efforts to hold back from tearing you apart. Instead, they were oh so careful. Henry’s hand positioned himself just so as to allow you to sink onto him while keeping Chris inside you.

“Holyyyyyyy…”

Chris swore and dropped his head as your tight canal became even tighter with the intrusion of Henry on the other side of the thin bit of tissue of your perineum. He tenderly kissed

your spine as they both let you set the pace of your ruin.

You buried your face in Henry’s curls as he looked down to see the phenomenon of you three joining together. You were in nirvana as they became fully seated inside you.

When Henry looked back into your eyes, his were full of admiration.

“You are such a wonder, Dove.”

Remarkable.”

“Ohhhhhh!”

You clenched around both of them and they groaned, but stayed still as you started to move.

Beginning to rock back and forth between them, you felt the pounding of their engorged members stretching you out.

“P-please Daddy. Sir. Oh! Please move. Use me. Fill up my holes. Please please please.”

You started begging wantonly and Henry’s look changed as his eyes dilated. He took hold of your chin as Chris gripped your shoulders from behind.

“You sure that’s what you want?”

His voice was commanding, deep and smooth, like Cap.

“Y-y-yes. Please!”

“You don’t have to beg Baby Doll.” Chris slapped your ass.

“But damn if it isn’t ruining me. Keep up if you can Cavill.”

Chris pulled you up and away from Henry’s kisses, stretching your torso and giving access to your breasts to the Englishman as the Bostonian held your arms behind your back.

“Fuck you, Christopher Robin. You keep up with me.”

“No. Fuck me. Use me. I want all your cum. Both of you. I want it all.”

You felt like a queen.

“So be it.”

Henry responded with a broken voice that nearly broke you. The eye contact alone was so intimate.

Chris started going harder and Henry

matched his relentless pace, not brutal but insistent.

Soon they established a sinful rhythm that had you trembling between them. When one slid in to the hilt and the other slid out to the tip, causing your body to open and clench simultaneously.

Two sets of hands were everywhere all over you and you had one on Chris’s ass and one on Henry’s chest, feeling their sweat soaked skin and receiving surprisingly tender kisses and sweet praises from their lips. They were wrapped around you and throbbing inside you.

It was like you were one.

“Give us what we need, Dove. I can’t hold it much longer.”

Henry’s pleading eyes did something to your heart.

Chris was licking the sweat that slid down your neck. Then his earnest voice started begging, making your heart rate rise even higher.

“Yes. Please Baby Doll, you haven’t cum since we were eating you out. ‘S’been too long.”

You chuckled, because that was just a few minutes ago, but your laugh got caught in your throat as you saw Henry’s eyes shift behind you. Then, in tandem, Henry grabbed your ass to spread it wider and Chris reached between you and Henry to find your clit. It didn’t take long before you were cumming multiple times, screaming like a banshee, and not sure where one orgasm began and the other ended.

“Oh so beautiful Dove, yessss. Give.”

You took in Henry’s blissed out face and turned to give Chris a lewd kiss, sucking his tongue as Henry’s hands roamed your body and his eyes took in the scene. He was speechless as he watched and listened and felt.

“Shit, Baby Doll. You’re a marvel. S-s-so fucking hot.”

Chris spoke, groaning his praise into your ear, as he emptied his hot load inside you then held you as he slowly softened. He gently pulled out as you continued to ride Henry.

You whimpered and fell forward on Henry’s chest, trembling from the sensations.

“Careful now. Keep my cum inside you.”

Chris was marveling at your stretched out hole, plugging you with his fingers as you slid on Henry’s cock.

“Yes, Daddy.”

You made out with Chris as Henry watched, but then called your attention to him.

“Gods, Dove. This cunt is so magnificent. You. Are. Indeed. Magic.”

You sat up again, regal on the throne of Henry’s cock. You started to ride, feet up on the bed to aid your movement.

“Heavens…Dove...!”

“That’s it, Baby Doll. Rock his world. So fucking sexy.”

Chris’s fingers gently circled the rim of your wrecked anterior hole as Henry ravaged your cunt. The sensations were everything. The sights, the sounds, the smell of your sex with these two was a heady drug.

You could become addicted.

The sight of Henry in ecstasy, head thrown back and moth open whole Chris cooed on your ear was enough to send you over the edge again.

You bathed all three of you in the results of the most intense orgasm you’d ever had when you felt Henry’s warm spend wash over your walls.

“Fuck. Look at that.”

Chris’s eyes were glued to you.

“Your body is amazing, Baby Doll.”

His sky blue eyes were full of awe.

You collapsed on top of Henry again and Chris left you wrapped in the burly man’s arms. You heard the shower start in the bathroom as Henry kissed the top of your head.

“I’m in trouble, Dove. I’m afraid I’m hopelessly lost to this feeling…”

This tenderness was unexpected. You expected a night of rough domination, but received worship instead.

Before you could respond, Chris pulled you away from Henry, and carried you bridal style into the bath.

You wrapped your arms around Chris’s neck and burrowed your face into it. You didn’t want reality to intrude.

“I never thought that sharing you would finally make me fall…”

You let what Chris said sink in and walked into the shower when he put you down, not looking at him as you immersed yourself under the strong, hot spray of water. You didn’t think, just let the warm water wash over you and bring you back to earth.

You felt proximity and heat, then opened your eyes to see two sets of earnest blue eyes gazing at you in adoration.

Oh shit.

“We’ll give you anything you want Baby Doll.”

Chris’s voice was deep and soothing.

“Anything. What do you want of us, Dove? More sex, or something…more…?”

You looked from one man to the other and reached for them. Their hands were on you again, threatening ecstasy as their bodies awakened.

No, this night didn’t turn out the way you thought it would.

The question was, what were you going to do about it?

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The Witcher season 4 is in production, And they are already planning the fifth season to bring this epic series to a fitting conclusion.

'The Witcher' has officially been renewed for a fifth and final season. Netflix announced the start of production on the Liam Hemsworth-led season 4, confirming it will shoot back to back with season 5.

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alisonsfics · 11 months

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off limits - part one

pairing: brother’s best friend!henry cavill x reader

summary: henry was best friends with your brother, theo, which meant despite the clear chemistry between you two, you both had chosen to not date

word count: 2.8k

You and Henry had a very complicated relationship. One that could not be explained without a bit of backstory. So, let’s start there…

Henry was best friends with Theo, your brother. You and Henry weren’t friends, but you were pretty friendly with each other. You had spent plenty of time together, but only with your brother around.

Henry and Theo had met in college and remained very close even as Henry started acting and gaining more fame, which brings the story to the night of Theo’s birthday party.

Theo always loved to go all out for his birthday. This year, he had rented out a rooftop lounge, which was the perfect location for all the people he invited.

You were currently waiting in the elevator, as it took up to the roof. You smoothed out your dress that you had picked for the occasion. It was a short little black dress that made you feel super confident.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little attracted to Henry. He was a very handsome man, but it was just a little crush that you never intended to act upon. He was your brother’s best friend, which made it so much more complicated.

The elevator dinged as you reached the top floor. The doors slowly opened, and as if your life was a movie, Henry was standing in front of the doors.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as you looked at him. He had a white button up shirt on, with some basic black dress pants. He had no reason to look so good in such a simple outfit, but his shirt perfectly outlined his muscles. Let’s just say, you definitely noticed.

“Oh hey, you look great.” He said, lighting up as he saw you. You smiled shyly, “thank you, so do you.”

You stepped out of the elevator, and he stuck his hand out to hold it open. “I have to run down to my car for something, but I’ll be back.” He told you, smiling. You nodded your head. “Okay, I’ll see you up here.” You told him, walking away.

The elevator brought you to a little lobby room that had a few benches and the bathrooms. You looked around and spotted the door to the rooftop.

As you walked out the door, your ears were met by the loud sound of the dj. You took a second to look around and admire all the decorations. There was a dj, a dance floor, a buffet, a bar, and even a photo booth.

The whole place was decorated with silver and gold decorations. You suspected your brothers fiancé, Sarah, had helped him with the decorations.

You surveyed for a second, trying to find somebody that you knew. You spotted Sarah standing a table eating some food. You walked over towards her, smiling and waving once she spotted you.

“Oh, you look so beautiful,” she complimented, pulling you into a hug. You thanked her and then returned the compliment. “The party looks amazing by the way, I assume you helped with the planning.” You told her.

She laughed and nodded her head. “Yep. I love your brother to death, but he doesn’t have a single planning bone in his body.” She told you, causing you both to laugh.

“So, where is the birthday boy?” You asked her. She scanned behind you for a second, and then let out a giggle. “I honestly don’t even have a clue. He went off to say hi to some people and he’s been gone for a while.” She said.

Your brother was not a planner, but he was definitely a people person and also the live of the party. “I’m sure he’ll turn up somewhere. I mean, we know he can’t resist a buffet.” You joked.

“That’s true. Oh, actually, I think I see him over there. I’ll be right back.” She said, excusing herself and walking over to your brother. As you expected, he was chatting with a bunch of his high school friends.

“There you are,” you heard someone say behind you, causing you turn around. You saw Henry standing there with two drinks in his hand. “A tequila sunrise is still your drink of choice, right?” He asked, handing you a glass.

You felt your heart melt over the fact that somehow over the years he had memorized your drink order.

“Yes, it is, but Henry, you didn’t have to buy me a drink. I feel bad,” you told him. He shook his head as he took a sip of his drink. “Don’t even worry about it, it’s fine,” he assured you.

You frowned at him, but he expected it. He knew you had always been stubborn, but it never stopped him. “You sure I can’t pay you back?” You double checked, already knowing the answer. He shook his head again.

“Fine, but I’m buying the next round.” You told him. He knew not to push his luck any further and agreed. “So, how have you been? I haven’t seen you in a while. Didn’t you just finish filming that movie?” You asked him.

He nodded his head. “Yep, we just finished shooting last week. I’m gonna miss it, but it’s nice to just relax for a little bit.” He explained.

“Well, I can’t wait to see it. I’m sure it will be amazing.” You complimented him. He raised an eyebrow and looked at you like you were speaking another language. “What?” You asked, giggling at the perplexed look on his face.

“You actually watch my movies?” He asked you, still looking stunned. You let out a laugh. “What’s that supposed to mean? Am I not allowed to watch them?” You asked, still amused.

He quickly shook his head. “No no, I’m just flattered is all.” He explained. You could feel your cheeks heat up. THE Henry Cavill was flattered because you watched his movies.

“Well don’t go and get an ego now, we don’t need you getting a big head.” You teased him. He let out a soft chuckle. “I promise.” He assured you.

You couldn’t get the smile off of your face, and you felt like a giddy teenager.

Then, you felt two hands grab your shoulders, causing you to jump. You turned around to see Theo standing behind you. “Happy birthday,” you said, smiling and pulling your brother into a hug.

Then, he moved to Henry and gave him a hug as well. “So, you keeping my baby sister entertained?” Theo teased. You jokingly rolled your eyes. “Oh shush, I’m two years younger than you.” You said, playfully nudging Theo with your arm.

You both may have been full grown adults, but you could never get rid of your big brother, little sister dynamic.

“She’s been keeping me company.” Henry said, smiling as he looked at you.

“Yeah, we were just talking about how your birthday parties have gotten so much better since Sarah started helping you plan them.” You teased. Theo jokingly scoffed, pretending to be offended. “You’re lucky I’m in a really good mood,” he told you.

“And why’s that?” You asked, cautious of his answer. “Well, mom may have let it slip to grandma that you broke up with Andrew.” He told you, holding back a laugh. Your jaw dropped as you felt the panic set in.

“Oh god, now I’m gonna get the when I was your age, I was married and had three children already talk.” You said, sighing. This earned a laugh from both Theo and Henry. “Yep, good luck with that. Love you,” Theo said, walking away to go mingle with more people.

You turned back to face Henry. “Andrew was the guy who wore too much plaid, right?” Henry asked. You couldn’t help but giggle as you nodded your head. “Yeah, he was the one at that barbecue my mom had. I think you met him.” You told him.

“Are you doing okay?” He asked, referencing the breakup. You nodded your head. “Yeah, I’m doing okay. I mean, I really liked him, up until he started flirting with a bunch of women in front of me.” You explained.

Henry nodded his head, understanding. “Well, it sounds like you dodged a bullet. You can do better than some douchebag.” He told you, placing his hand on your forearm and rubbing his thumb back and forth. You weren’t ashamed to admit that you got butterflies as he comforted you.

Then, to perfectly interrupt the sweet moment, Henry’s phone started ringing. “Excuse me, it’s my mom. I need to take this.” He politely excused himself.

You spotted some people across the party that you knew through Theo and started to walk towards them. Then, you made eye contact with your grandmother. She made a beeline straight for you.

“Hi, grandma. It’s so nice to see you,” you said, giving her hug as you prepared for the oncoming speech. “Hello there, sweetie. Your mother mentioned that you broke up with your boyfriend.” She said, wasting no time.

“Yes, I did.” You admitted, taking a deep breath before her lecture began. She began rambling and covered all the topics: how you had no boyfriend, how your brother was getting married and you weren’t, and even prodding you to get busy and have kids.

You sat there, silently nodding as continued rambling, barely taking a breath. Over her shoulder, you noticed Henry talking to a friend. You both locked eyes.

Your facial expression must have made it clear you were miserable because you saw him chuckle to himself. You focused back on your grandmother, but you had started to zone out the words she was saying.

You snapped back into reality when you felt a hand on your arm. You realized Henry was standing next to you. “Excuse me, can I borrow her for a moment?” Henry said, looking at your grandmother. Her eyes lit up as her mind ran wild, thinking there was something romantic going on between the two of you.

“Yes, of course.” She said, smiling. Henry continued to hold onto your arm as he led you over to the bar. You both reached the bar, and you turned to face him. “Thank you so much, you are my savior. I swore she was going to keep talking forever.” You said, holding onto both of his hands.

He chuckled. “You’re welcome. I’ve become pretty familiar with the family interrogation about your love life.” He told you. You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at him. “You expect me to believe that you’re single?” You asked, shocked.

A smile slipped onto his face. “And the flattery continues, you might be a little too dangerous for my ego.” He told you. Just like that, the butterflies returned to your stomach. You lightly hit his arm. “You know what I mean. You just never think that movie stars have a hard time finding a girlfriend.” You explained.

Henry wasn’t done teasing you yet though. “I know it’s hard to believe that we’re just regular people,” he joked, in his most dramatic voice. You rolled your eyes as you giggled to yourself.

You waved down the bartender and ordered drinks for you and Henry. As you waited, you caught Henry staring at you. “What?” You asked, almost worried you had something on your face.

“I just realized that this is the first time we’ve ever spent time together, just the two of us.” He told you. You thought about it and realized he was right. “So, are you realizing you picked the wrong sibling to be best friends with and that I’m way more interesting than my brother?” You joked.

He chuckled and looked down at his feet. “You do make pretty good company. The two of us should hang out more.” He told you, honestly.

The bartender placed down your two drinks. Before Henry could attempt it, you handed the bartender some cash. You held up your finger, stopping Henry from protesting.

“I owe you for saving me back there.” You told him. He thanked you and held up his glass. You clinked your glass against his own. “To new beginnings,” you said, smiling.

You both took a sip from your drinks, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

You had always been attracted to Henry, but this was the first time you were realizing how fun he was to just spend time with.

Henry caught a glimpse of your grandmother walking towards you both. He quickly grabbed your wrist and led you around to the side of the bar where you both couldn’t be seen.

“Was she coming back?” You asked, knowing exactly why he had done what he did. He nodded his head. “I swear, that woman is 80 years old, but her vision is still good enough to find the one person avoiding her from across a party.” You said, laughing. Henry laughed at your joke, almost choking on his drink.

Nothing made you feel more confident than making Henry laugh. It made you feel invincible.

You noticed a gate that let you go to the backside of the bar. You grabbed Henry’s hand and pulled him behind you as you lightly pushed the gate open.

It revealed a whole back private part of the rooftop. There was one of those electric fire pits surrounded by chairs and some other places to sit scattered around. The area was completely empty of people.

You kept Henry’s hand in yours as you walked over to one of the loveseats that was next to the fire pit. You took a seat and Henry kneeled down to flip the switch on as the flames quickly appeared.

He stood up and then sat down next to you. You felt like your heart was beating out of your chest. The fire provided a soft warmth that made you feel cozy.

You felt like your body was moving without your control as you leaned your head onto Henry’s shoulder. You didn’t know that Henry’s heart skipped a beat as you did it. He thought you looked absolutely gorgeous with the light from the fire reflecting on your face.

He moved his arm to rest it along the back of the seat. “It’s a really beautiful night.” You told him, admiring some of the stars in the sky.

“It is,” he agreed, “I’m glad I got to spend some time with you.” He let his arm move to wrap around your shoulders.

You were almost overwhelmed by the feeling of his arm wrapped around you and the smell of his cologne.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked, cautiously. You picked your head up from his shoulder to look him in the eyes. He moved his hand to rest on your thigh, sending goosebumps over your whole body.

Before he could even ask his question, you cupped his face and pulled him into a kiss. He wasted no time kissing you back. Within seconds, your hands were in his hair and his arms were wrapped around your waist.

His lips felt like heaven on yours. You hummed contently against the kiss, only encouraging Henry more. He grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap, so you were straddling him.

You heard him groan against the kiss, running his tongue along your bottom lip.

You both seemed to have the same thought cross your minds at the same time, as you both pulled out of the kiss. You put your hands on his chest, keeping him from kissing you again.

“We shouldn’t,” you said, using all your effort to stop yourself. “I know.” He replied, simply.

You quickly got off his lap and stood up. “I should get going anyway. I have a flight to catch in the morning.” You said, trying to leave as soon as possible.

He stood up and grabbed your hand. “Wait, can I at least walk you to your car?” He asked you. You slowly nodded your head. He let go of your hand. Both of you knew exactly how complicated this was.

You both walked towards the elevators in silence. Neither of you said a word, until you got to your car.

You went to reach for your car door, but Henry stopped you. “Hey, I don’t want this to make things awkward between us.” He told you, honestly.

“What are we supposed to do? We both clearly like each other, but it would make things way too complicated with Theo.” You told him. He nodded his head. “I know that. Trust me, I wish you weren’t his sister. This would be so much easier. Can we at least just be friends?�� He asked you.

You shrugged your shoulders, not knowing how to respond. “I don’t know, Henry. I don’t know if I can ignore the way I feel about you. We can’t let anything romantic happen between us, so it might be easier to not spend anytime together.” You told him.

He shook his head. “Neither of us want to avoid each other. We both get along really well, can we just try being friends?” He asked you. You thought about it for a second and eventually nodded your head.

“Have a safe flight tomorrow then,” he said, opening your door for you.

“Goodbye, Henry.” You said, smiling at him as you got in your car.

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Backdrop: Life had been mundane until you met Clark Kent.

Pairing: clark kent x fem!reader

Warnings: None, probably some grammatical errors and a little sadness if you’re a sap like me.

A's notes: inspired by ariana grande’s new album eternal sunshine, i’ll be doing a series of one shots based on the songs. they’ll be in no particular order and will be written for other characters but some will be featured more than once if they fit the song i’m writing about. ‘we cant be friends’ has me crying whenever i watch the video and i tear up a lot listening to it so enjoy this train wreck of a story.

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For as long as you could remember, life was nothing special. It wasn’t horrible but you woke up most days simply doing work and trying to advance your career. Your life was mundane and filled with memories of you alone after moving to Metropolis. That was until you met him. Clark Kent. You had bumped into each other on your way into the Daily Planet for an interview. Well, it was actually you bumping into his broad chest and him catching you before you hit the marble floor. The softness in his deep ocean blue eyes were what made your heart do something it had never done. It felt like a pull in your chest that you hadn’t felt before. As if the universe made sense. Once you finally registered his apologies, you came to your senses and tried to apologize for not watching where you were going. Then he smiled. Now your stomach fluttered. That was not something your body usually did when it came to people. After he introduced himself, it was as if the world had color to it again.

It would be an understatement to say that you fell for Clark Kent. You deeply fell for Clark. Words could not express the love you instantly felt for him. And he fell just as hard for you. When he revealed his true identity to you, it only solidified the endless bounty of your love for him since he was willing to trust you with every part of himself that he didn’t share with the rest of the world. Life seemed to finally be worth living and getting up for. Every morning you rose with the sun and slowly forgot about those meek feelings that used to fill your body.

It wasn’t hard for the two of you to make some of the happiest memories together. Your then-apartment had been littered with trinkets that marked your happiest moments with Clark. Like the teddy bear he won for you when he took you to a carnival in his Kansas hometown. Or the homemade picture frame that had a silly selfie Clark took of the two of you while at work. Once you moved in together, the apartment you shared was filled with more memories the two of you made together. As a house warming gift, he presented you with a beautiful pendant necklace with both your birthstones that came together to make a heart. It’s a necklace you wear everyday and became a reminder that someone loved you unconditionally. When he proposed to you atop the ferris wheel, the ring was designed to match the necklace. Your wedding was small and intimate with just friends and family in attendance on the Kent family farm. It was the highlight of your life to be marrying the man of your dreams.

Life wasn’t always perfect with Clark though. Sharing your boyfriend (and eventual husband) with the world was not the easiest task to undertake but when he came home to you, those insecurities subsided. But those pesky feelings still lingered. Feelings of being unwanted and insecurities plagued the back of your mind. Besides, the Daily Planet constantly wrote puff pieces of his alter ego - with a few being written by you. As time passed and the world became more cruel, it became harder to keep those thoughts hidden. Little by little, those insecurities reared their ugly heads that led to some of the lowest of lows in your life since meeting Clark. He didn’t seem to understand why you were feeling as such and justified his work that it was his life’s purpose. And you didn’t seem to understand why he couldn’t empathize with your feelings. You stood by him through thick and thin. Through the good, the bad, and the ugly that came with being Superman. You weren’t perfect either, though. You were an ambitious reporter and were climbing up in your career at the Daily Planet. Your work also came with some ugliness as you advanced in your career. This meant that the two of you were in the spotlight for your work. Two very different spotlights but spotlights nonetheless.

It hit particularly hard the one argument that ensued after he missed your first wedding anniversary. It was an important milestone that you had planned out for weeks. You had made reservations at the restaurant you had your first date on and he didn’t make an appearance until the morning hours of the following day. You had looked like a fool at the restaurant; patrons giving you looks of pity as you sipped on your water and twiddled your thumbs like a fool waiting for him. When he greeted you with a bouquet of lilies - the first drop of uneasiness touched your chest. You weren’t happy to see him. To see his sweet face you’d kissed good morning the morning before. To see his ocean eyes that carried such sincerity because he had broken a promise to you. He could see that he couldn’t avoid a fight with you because you didn’t look at him with love. Your eyes were filled with disappointment. The argument that ensued ended with him leaving for most of the day as you sobbed into your pillow. When he had returned you had awoken only to softly cry yourself to sleep again.

It took two days for the two of you to speak again and work through the argument. You both tried to be more mindful and quickly moved on from the unhappy moment. A part of you was content with the conversation and hopeful for what was to come with Clark. It wasn’t the first fight you two had but it was the first that hurt you so deeply.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for the day you had asked for a divorce from Clark. It wasn’t something you planned but it wasn’t something you hadn’t contemplated in the recent year after your third wedding anniversary. It had come out of your mouth after another argument that was going nowhere. You had argued about how you were growing apart - how you had taken time off after planning to go away for a small vacation just the two of you and he wasn’t putting in the effort. He had come home late but it wasn’t because of him being Superman. It was because he worked late with Lois Lane on a story after he had told you that morning he’d be home to go on the trip. You were prepared to forgive him if it was because of his Superman duties but this was the last straw.

You weren’t the jealous type but even at work, it seemed like the two of you barely spoke as the years progressed. He got paired up with Lois for more stories and you didn’t like the sinking twist of your stomach whenever you saw Clark with her. They looked cute together and probably the office assumed he was sleeping with her given how flirty they tended to be (at least she was). The first time he noticed how much it bothered you, he assured you with his words and actions that he felt nothing for the reporter. He went as far as to give you a passionate kiss in the middle of the office, in front of Lois, as you bid him goodbye to go to an interview for a story you were writing. It had made you weak in the knees and you were close to pulling him into the archives room to continue the passion but you simply blushed and told him you loved him with the most love struck smile on your face. That squashed those insecurities for a while until you started noticing how close they’d sit together while brainstorming or how he began to stay later with her to work on a story. You tried not to be the jealous wife but you couldn’t help the green monster that was building on your fears and insecurities. The few times you brought it up afterwards, Clark was dismissive about your feelings. It hurt you. Hurt how little he seemed to care about your feelings.

From there, arguments were becoming more common. Filled with silence or one of you leaving the apartment for some time. It had become common practice to not speak to each other and eventually move on from the argument. You hated that your marriage had come to this point. After the last argument, you had left the apartment this time. You checked into a hotel and went to the bar for a drink. You looked at your ring and a tear ran down your cheek realizing that it didn’t give you hope. It didn’t give you the feeling you were hoping for because deep down, you knew that you couldn’t continue in the marriage if it wasn’t going to be mended. You had run the course of the marriage and it pained you. When you returned two days later, Clark was making lunch for both of you. He was prepared to go on the trip and put the argument behind. Your heart was racing because you didn’t want to do this. You didn’t want to end something you had hoped would never end but it had to end. You needed to be the one to make Clark realize that the two of you weren’t going to get the happy ending. Not with each other. You were prepared for him to be upset and yell and express every reasonable emotion. When you uttered those terrible words, he simply froze and you could see his heart shatter from the look he gave you because he knew you were going to see the divorce through. The day ended with you packing your things and going back to the hotel, retaining a divorce lawyer and hunting for apartments. You had managed to find a job as a journalist for a small paper and put in your two weeks at the Daily Planet. By the end of it all, all you gave Clark was a letter asking for forgiveness for ending your marriage. Detailing all the love you had for him was genuine and would always remain but that for now, your paths had to separate. You ended the letter acknowledging that the two of you couldn’t be friends but that you’d wait for that day to come. Wait for the day that he’d like you again. You’d wait for his love again.

Clark’s heartbreak was just about close to unbearable as he didn’t pull his punches during missions and even Bruce had to pull him back from time to time. He had clung to that letter you wrote him and cried so hard the day he received it. Beating himself up for letting one of the most important people in his life feel the need to cut ties with him. Letting you feel like you had to end your story together. You weren’t fairing much better. For the first few months, you were crying yourself to sleep almost daily. Life had become mundane and when you thought of Clark, it became sad and lonely. You hated the pain you felt in your chest that had spread to your whole body.

A coworker at your new job had seen how sad you were about your divorce and handed you an ad about Wayne Enterprises having technology that claimed to erase people from your memory. A part of you didn’t think such a thing existed but you knew Bruce wouldn’t build something if it didn’t work. When Bruce Wayne saw your name on the list of possible subjects, he reached out to you. Meaning, he paid a visit at your current apartment that was now closer to Gotham. You had known Bruce through Clark and knew of his alter-ego as well. Batman had actually saved you a few times when you were in Gotham chasing leads and doing interviews. When he first met you, Clark and you had been together for a year and had been invited to one of Bruce’s fancy charity events. He had seen how in love you two were. He hadn’t seen Clark so happy before you came into his life and he could see the adoration you held for the Kryptonian. Clark had even said to him that night that he was going to marry you. It warmed his heart to see how happy you two had made each other in such a short period of time.

You had ironically decided to have the procedure done on what would’ve been your fourth wedding anniversary. You looked down at the box that contained every memory attached to Clark. The receptionist had handed you a clipboard with a waiver to sign; giving Wayne Enterprises permission to move forward with the process. A nurse came out to call your name and you handed her the clipboard. She brought you inside and took the box of your memories. You sat down and took deep breaths, the nurse giving you a few minutes as she left to get he others for the procedure. You looked around at the room, it was meant to look comfortable given the severity of the process. There was a mirror on the wall to your right. You figured it was part of the original room and that maybe on the other side were boxes of other people’s memories.

On the other side of the mirror, Clark stood looking at your nervous self that waited for the technicians to arrive. Bruce had elected to do the procedure himself for his friend after informing him that you had signed up for it yourself. Clark had come in on the same day per Bruce’s request since he figured it was best for it to be done on the same day for the both of you. Clark had come in with a box full of memories connected to you. Pictures that he had of you and different items you had gotten him through the years such as the bracelet you made for him while he was away on a mission with the Justice League. You had put beads with your initials on the bracelet and just like you wore your necklace, he wore his bracelet. The box also contained a picture he had taken of you out on his parent’s farm the weekend he brought you home to meet Ma Kent. The box unsurprisingly contained a great deal of pictures of you that he took. Some silly ones, cute ones, romantic and his most cherished one was at the top of the pile. It was a picture of the two of you kissing on your wedding day. Clark had taken it himself with his digital camera he carried everywhere with him. His other favorite picture was one of you under the covers, smiling and looking so peaceful and happy as he took the picture, wearing one of his flannels. It was taken the morning after he proposed to you. You had a picture of Clark in your box that you had taken a few seconds after he took that photo. He didn’t want to put anything in the box and be selfish but he knew for it to work, he had to follow Bruce’s instruction. The one item that wasn’t in the box was the letter you wrote him after your divorce. The one that solidified your parting of ways. He gave the letter to Bruce and told him wished he hadn’t made you feel so hurt that you had to do this.

With that, the billionaire decided to tell his friend that this wasn’t the first time the two of you had gone through this procedure. Two years prior to the two of you meeting, you both had been together for three years and had a great falling out that ended the relationship. It was enough to bring the both of you, at separate times, to him and ask to have your memories of each other erased. Bruce wanted to tell you but the sadness reflected in your eyes was enough to keep his mouth shut. Maybe deep down you knew that this wasn’t the first time you wanted to erase Clark from your life. You loved him so deeply that the only way for life to move forward again, he had to be erased. Clark didn’t realize he was crying as he heard his friend recount the first time you two had come in and watched you play with the pendant necklace he gave you when you moved in together. He still remembers how nervous he was to gift it to you; worried it was not going to be your style. He remembers how his heart leaped when you squealed with joy at the present. His heart felt heavy knowing you still wore the necklace despite being divorced. It was bittersweet hope that maybe you’d be able to try again without having to do this. He wanted to break through the window and beg you not to forget him but he knew that once your mind was made up, you saw it through. So, he sat down and asked Bruce to erase his memories of your relationship. All Clark wanted was for you to be happy. If that meant erasing him, he would learn to live with that.

As you closed your eyes, recounting the countless memories you had made with Clark for the last five years, it was hard to hold back the few tears that wet your cheeks. Your breathing got heavy as Clark disappeared from your life. Your fingers reached for your necklace - the remaining piece of the love you were erasing from your entire being. You looked at the nurses beside you, asking with teary eyes if you could keep just this one memory for yourself. You softly begged them as one nurse held your hand and told you that it was going to be okay, that the process was almost complete. You took in a shaky breath and closed your eyes as your fingers cling to the pendant; feeling the final memory of Clark’s ocean eyes fade.

When you opened your eyes again, you were slightly disoriented but greeted with the kind face of the nurse. She asked if you were okay and you smiled. You knew whatever just happened, it worked because there was a lightness in your chest. It felt as though you were brand new. As you stood from the chair, you thanked everyone. Without noticing, Bruce Wayne had come in to the room to congratulate you on the success of the procedure. You thanked the billionaire and went about your day. You took in the crisp afternoon air of Gotham and headed back your apartment. Clark came out the building a few minutes after you.

A few years later, life was certainly different. You had landed a job working for the Gotham Gazette as the lead investigative reporter and had made a name for yourself. You were content with life but there was something missing. At night, you found yourself out on dates that never led anywhere. On the nights where it was particularly bad, you phoned your billionaire friend Bruce Wayne whom you grew closer to in the following years with working at the Gazette. He became a confidant for your woes and wishes of your life. Bruce had come to deeply care about you after you had the procedure. Part of the reason was because Clark asked him to look out for you since he wouldn’t be able to. He couldn’t help to grow close to you because you were that type of soul that brought a warmth and comfort he hadn’t felt since he lost his parents.

Clark had focused on his work in the following years of his procedure. He had struck a relationship with his coworker, Lois Lane. They had been together for three years but it wasn’t working. Mainly because Clark hadn’t felt he could spend his life with her. She was beautiful, smart, ambitious and just about everything he could ask for in a partner but there was something missing. He couldn’t put his finger on it and quite frankly it killed him to continue in a relationship he knew wasn’t going to end in marriage.

Bruce had invited you to his charity event to raise money for the orphaned children of Gotham. He always invited you since he knew it could be good for networking for you and every now and then, you would get a date out of it. Clark and the other Justice League members were in attendance for this event as they knew this was an important cause for Bruce. Clark had just broken up with Lois the week prior and had been sulking, He originally wasn’t going to attend the event but Bruce and the others convinced him that a night out would be good for him.

A couple of hours into the event and you find yourself feeling out of place. Especially with the dress you chose; it was from a thrift shop you had found in Gotham and it had more of a bohemian look to it rather than the posh aura the other attendees wore. Bruce had checked in with you a few times to make sure you were okay; knowing how intense the scene of the Gotham elite could be and assuring you in the process of how beautiful you looked. You found yourself at the bar, grabbing what seemed to be your fifth flute of champagne for the night. Your spacial awareness was starting to go so it wasn’t surprising when you bumped into a large figure at your side, spilling some of your drink on him. You were a mess apologizing to the man. You were expecting him to make fuss but it was a pleasant surprise when you heard him softly chuckling at you. You were flushed with embarrassment but when you stared into the eyes of the man, your heart stopped. Meeting his deep blue eyes spread a warmth the champagne earlier hadn’t achieved. His heart also seemed to stop upon meeting your gaze. Your eyes made him feel like he had finally come home after a long journey of searching.

To continue having you in his presence, he joked that you owed him a dance in order to make up for ever so slightly wetting the sleeve of his navy blue suit. Hearing the slight mischievous tone only made you laugh in agreement, a sound he already found addicting. When he pulled you close to him, you hoped he couldn’t hear how hard your heart was beating. As you followed his lead, you relaxed and he took the opportunity to ask for your name.

“Y/N.”

“Clark.”

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