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Alex’s Christmas Sleepover 2022!!!

Okay, okay, sooooo

Last year I started this way too late and I also, like, completely failed and didn’t get any of my story requests done, so I greatly apologize for that 😅😅😅 BUT to @shadyrunawaykingdom, @corner-emo, and @sevenmillionpsychos, if you still want the same stories that you requested previously, I will write them this year and they will be the very first stories that I put out from this. If you want a new story instead, just let me know and I’ll do that instead. If you’d like to request another story along with your previous one, that’s perfectly fine, just know that your new story requests will go into whatever list I have going after your previous requests are done. If you need a reminder on what story you requested last year, let me know and I’ll tell you!!

So, now, here’s how things will go. Below, I’ll have listed the characters that I’m currently comfortable writing for categorized by fandoms, as well as different symbols relating to christmas and whatnot. You get to choose if you want a moodboard or story (if you pick story, you automatically get a moodboard as well, please keep that in mind), as well as what character or characters you’d like in it. If you want a story, you get to choose what type of story (smut, angst, fluff, comfort, etc. as well as any combinations - any characters I list that are canonically younger than 18, I will be aging up unless you ask for a scenario that requires them to be younger, just no asking for there to be smut while the character isnt aged up to 18+) as well as if you’d like a shorter story (Around 500-1,500 words) or a longer story (Around 2,000+). You then get to also add in any of the christmas symbols that I list and voila. I shall create something for you 😌

I do ask that you go through this whole post in order to create your request. Also, if you want a specific version of a character (ie, Emo!Wanda Maximoff, Dark!Lizzie Saltzman, Season 3!Eddie Munson, etc., etc..), then please let me know!! You can just fill out the information below and let me fill in the blanks with whatever comes to my mind or you can give me a specific scenario along with the other things as well, it's entirely up to you!!

Duration: 12/08/22 - 01/31/23

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Ships:

[Polyamorous ships are allowed for both of the following]

📖 - Character(s) x Reader (Please specify platonic or romantic)

👩 - Female, Transfemale

👨‍🦱 - Male, Transmale

🏳️‍🌈 - Enby, Other (Please specify)

🚢 - Character(s) x Character(s) (Please specify platonic or romantic)

Characters:

[Crossovers are allowed!!]

MCU:

✪ - Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier

⍟ - Steve Rogers/Captain America

⎊ - Tony Stark/Iron Man

⧗ - Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

४ - Loki Odinson

🕸️ - Peter Parker/Spiderman

➳ - Clint Barton/Hawkeye

ᱬ - Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

⩔ - Sam Wilson/The Falcon/Captain America

🥂 - Pepper Potts

🔫 - Yelena

🏹 - Kate

🥥 - Bruce Banner/Hulk

🍄 - Jen Walters/She-Hulk

🪄 - Dr. Stephan Strange

🔨 - Thor Odinson

🐍 - Sylvie Laufeydottir

🦯 - Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Stranger Things:

🌼 - Robin Buckley

🐉 - Mike Wheeler

🤱 - Steve Harrington

📷 - Jonathan Byers

📒 - Nancy Wheeler

🍃 - Argyle

🍁 - Gareth Emerson

🧠 - Dustin Henderson

👮‍♂️ - Jim Hopper

🎸 - Eddie Munson

😇 - Joyce Byers

🏀 - Lucas Sinclair

👙 - Karen Wheeler

🦸‍♀️ - El/Jane Hopper

🎶 - Max Mayfield

💏 - Will Byers

📣 - Chrissy Cunningham

🇷🇺 - Dmitri Antonio

🥃 - Murray Bauman

Lucifer:

😈 - Lucifer Morningstar

🥀 - Rory Morningstar

👑 - Chloe Decker

🚓 - Dan

🥽 - Ella

💼 - Charlette

🔪 - Mazikeen Smith

🍎 - Eve

🎓 - Linda Martin

📿 - Amenadiel

The Originals:

🐺 - Klaus Mikaelson

⚖️ - Elijah Mikaelson

🪞 - Rebekah Mikaelson

🧿 - Freya Mikaelson

🪬 - Vincent

🔮 - Davina Claire

🗝️ - Camille O'Connell

👠 - Hayley Marshall

🏏 - Kol Mikaelson

🎀 - Aurora

🧨 - Keelin

🧬 - Marcel

Legacies:

⛓️ - Penelope Park

🧳 - Josie Saltzman

🗡️ - Hope Mikaelson

🧭 - Cleo

🚨 - Ethan

🚀 - MG

🎠 - Lizzie Saltzman

🥊 - Jed

♟️ - Ben

🎩 - Landon Kirby

🎸 - Finch

🔥 - Kaleb

For:

✍ - Story

Length:

📈 - Long

📉 - Short

Type/Genre:

😘 - Smut

🥰 - Fluff

🥺 - Comfort

😔 - Angst

💀 - Dark

🗡 - Mafia

😊 - Cute

😍 - Flirty

🌇 - City

🌄 - Country

🏖 - Vacation

💒 - Married/Wedding

💍 - Engaged

🐹 - Pets

😝 - Silly/Weird/Crack

😴 - Sleepy

🤒 - Sick

🥳 - Party

🤰 - Pregnancy

🛍 - Shopping

🍼 - Baby/Kids

⚔ - Era AU (Specify which, please, 1800s, 1860s, 1940s, 1980s, etc.)

🏍 - Bikers

👻 - Spooky

🦇 - Vampires

🎒 - K-12

🏫 - College

These were all the ones I could think of, but if you had others in mind, that's perfectly fine as well!

Remember, you can put together as much as you want as long as it makes sense!!!

🖼 - Moodboard

📸 - Number of Pictures

🌈 - Color(s) Theme

🧱 - Background Color

🚫 - No Background Color

Christmas Symbols:

🎄 - Decorated Christmas Tree

🌲 - Non-Decorated Tree

🎁 - Presents

🎅 - Santa Claus

🤶 - Mrs. Claus

🧑‍🎄 - Elves

🎶 - Caroling

🕯 - Christmas Lights

⭐ - Stars

❄ - Winter

☃️ - Snowman

🌿 - Mistletoe

🔥 - Fireplace

🍽 - Food

🍪 - Desserts

🦌 - Reindeer

🛷 - Sled

🧤 - Gloves

👒 - Hats

😌 - Blankets

👕 - Sweaters

🎂 - Holiday Desserts

☕️ - Hot Chocolate/Apple Cider

🌨 - White Christmas

⛸️ - Ice Skating

🧣 - Scarf

Again, if you can think of any others that you would like to use, I am perfectly fine with that!!

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Guys, you can request as many stories as you want, just remember that these things all take time!!! Just let me know what your requesting in a reply, ask, reblog, dm, etc. Anything at all!! Just please let me know!! And if you have any questions, definitely feel free to ask me!!!

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deandoesthingstome · 1 year

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I posted 1,822 times in 2022

That's 1,295 more posts than 2021!

123 posts created (7%)

1,699 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@sillyrabbit81

@thepriexperience

@littlegreenplasticsoldier

@deandoesthingstome

@anotherwinchesterfangirl

I tagged 1,720 of my posts in 2022

Only 6% of my posts had no tags

#not mine - 218 posts

#fic rec - 212 posts

#henry cavill - 194 posts

#inaq - 154 posts

#the last kingdom - 139 posts

#geralt of rivia - 114 posts

#this is also good - 113 posts

#what a man - 111 posts

#walter marshall - 105 posts

#tlk - 94 posts

Longest Tag: 121 characters

#also pretty sure i finally fixed the links for mobile so hopefully you can actually see my novice attempt at moodboarding

My Top Posts in 2022:

This is a post about August Walker.

97 notes - Posted November 13, 2022

Night Moves

Chapter 1

Pairing: Walter Marshall x OFC (Alexandra Pierce)

Series Summary: When Walter Marshall is called to investigate a homicide by the railroad tracks, he quickly uncovers an unsettling pattern. Alexandra Pierce just wants someone to find out what happened to her friend. She has some secrets, too. And Walter’s going to uncover them.

Word Count: 1422

Series Warnings: In general, this series will depict assault, murder, stripping, hooking, rough sex, make up sex, fingering, oral (m and F receiving), p in v sex in various positions, self-loathing, failed relationships, smoking, drug use, drug addiction, general violence, and maybe some comfort. +18, Minors DNI

Chapter Warnings: Smoking, mention of stripping, mention of hooking, a dead body, grumpy Walter

Disclaimers: I do not own Walter Marshall, Night Hunter (Nomis), or any other characters from that movie, but I do own this OFC (Alexandra Pierce) and these words. Do not repost as your own. Likes, Reblogs, and Comments are more than welcome. It’s how I get my nourishment.

Header made by me, with pics found from Pexel.com and the internet. Dividers are not mine, but check out the masterlist for credit.

Playlist: I’ll be adding to Night Moves with each chapter. Songs 1- 3. I really hope you check it out, at least "Low" - Chet Faker. Whatever you think Walter's taste in music might be, these words hit home about him for me.

Masterlist

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123 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

Night Moves - Masterlist

Pairing: Walter Marshall x OFC (Alexandra Pierce)

Series Warnings: In general, this series will depict assault, murder, stripping, hooking, rough sex, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), p in v sex in various positions, self-loathing, failed relationships, smoking, drug use, drug addiction, alcohol, general violence, makeup sex, and maybe some comfort. +18, Minors DNI

A/N: I’ve been kicking this story around for a bit and have a few chapters already drafted. I hope to keep to a regular posting schedule, but hopefully you’ll understand if life and the details of this story get in the way.

Header by me with pics from Pexel.com and the internet. Dividers will be from the amazing @firefly-graphics

Playlist: I’ll be adding a Night Moves playlist here and updating with each chapter. The songs have absolutely driven this story and the way I see each of the characters and some of the interactions. Direct link to Spotify here.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 (Coming Dec 14th)

Tagging those who I regularly bother or who may have asked for HC tags previously. Please let me know if you want off or on.

@mayloma @sillyrabbit81 @kittenofdoomage @kebabgirl67 @fvckinghenrycavill @summersong69 (tumblr won’t let me tag you) @itsrubberbisquit @lysarria @lizzystuffsthings @mysweetlittledesire

138 notes - Posted November 19, 2022

AU where Syverson becomes a dog trainer

Word Count: 1091

Warnings: smut of the cerebral and physical variety; kissing, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, cuddling, idk it’s been so long I don’t know how to do this anymore; you tell me

I don’t own Captain Syverson or Sandcastle but I do own these words and I do not give any permission to copy or repost them. I would absolutely love it if you liked or commented or reblogged. Stuff of life right there.

Written in a mid-week wine haze and completely un-beta’d. So I own the mistakes, too, is what I’m saying. But you can be me for a while if you want.

Sometimes when I'm walking my crazy-ass rescue pit in the woods, I imagine coming across dog trainer!Sy and Aika.

Aika is off-leash, which of course she is; Sy trusts her recall unconditionally.

When he hears my panicked calls for Ginger to return and stop straining against the lead, Sy immediately clasps a leash on the heavy D-ring of the neon green collar around the German Shepherd's neck.

He stands patient and calm about 10 yards away while I spew profuse apologies in his direction and gentle curses at my dog.

"She's a rescue. I'm so sorry. She really doesn't like other dogs. Ginger, sit!"

"She's a spitfire for sure, but she wants to say hi. She just needs to learn some manners."

When I tell him I've been watching training videos on Instagram, he can barely contain the smirk that forms beneath his rugged beard as he drops his head to the side and gives a slow shake.

He takes note once I finally have G under some semblance of control and asks if I've tried an in-person trainer yet.

I tell him I hadn't yet; that I'd adopted a rescue before who had a much easier disposition and I hadn't thought I would have so much trouble with a second one; that it'd only been a month and I was honestly regretting the decision to adopt again.

He pulls a small white card out of the pocket of his tan camo cargo pants and lets me know he's gonna just drop it on this tree stump here and back away with Aika in the opposite direction.

He tells me his name and says maybe the girls can meet again someday and I notice his biceps flex in his maybe just too small tee as he tugs Aika’s leash.

When he goes, I wipe the sweat of frustration off my face and pick up the card from the stump.

I see the nickname he failed to mention underneath the name K9 Tactics and see he's a certified trainer and I just want to die from embarrassment because this guy with the close shaved head and beefy thighs apparent in his pants is hot as all fuck and there is no way in hell I would ever summon enough courage to put my shortcomings on further display in front of him for any length of time ever again.

But I hear him holler back "Don't overthink it. First session's free. She’s got promise!"

And, like, imagine my surprise when he admits day one while we're walking G down the path near my apartment that I'm technically his first client since he made the choice to start this side gig after retiring from the Special Forces.

He's managed to calm her down after their frenetic meeting and hooked her up to the most convoluted convertible leash I'd ever seen.

We were stopping every so often while he waited for her to step back from her pulling before we moved forward and he praised her with a happy Yes every time she did.

I had a hard time concentrating on everything Sy said while I tried to wish the ache of those yesses away, but I did catch that he was finishing up a few business courses before stepping into an executive position at a new protection company forming in the area.

By the time Ginger was able to heel without hesitation, Sy had already asked me out on two dates and kissed me so passionately at the end of the second after walking me to my door that I was left reeling when he stepped back and I could not fathom for the life of me how I let him go home that night.

We waited until the girls met, G circling in and out trying so hard to approach Aika calmly and say hello, before we ended the night in bed together.

It was messy and hesitant and a little uncomfortable until we both laughed and admitted we were just thinking it might be better to kennel the girls in separate rooms for the night so they don't trip out that the bedroom door is closed for the first time in forever and destroy the living room while Sy was destroying me.

He pounced immediately upon entering the room after securing G and Aika, tossing me to the bed and diving right between the sprawl of my legs.

I practically melted into mush when he raised his eyes to me and mouthed a silent "okay?" and it didn’t take long after he latched his lips around my cunt and dug his tongue deep and pressed it into my clit with such fervor for me to come crying out his name.

Through my blissful haze, I caught him swipe a paw across his beard before he crawled up over me and dipped his head to catch my lip between his teeth before sucking a kiss and tipping his tongue into my mouth.

“Was that okay?”

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311 notes - Posted September 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Wake Up Call

Word Count: 2463

Warnings: mild feelings of despair, comforting Sy, gentleman Sy, Sy’s liberal use of ‘baby’ and ‘sugar’ (but is that even a warning anymore? don’t we just expect it?), more smut, oral (both f and m receiving), fingering, cowgirl, missionary, doggy style, generous lube use (it’s a plot point, but IYKYK). Please let me know if I missed anything for you.

A/N: I couldn’t get dog trainer!Sy out of my head, so I moved you in with him and got straight to the sex. Ginger still has some behavior issues.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Captain Syverson or Sand Castle, but I do own these words, so please do not copy or repost as your own. Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are amazing.

You shut the door hard and sink to the floor as soon as you wrangle Ginger inside the house. Aika pads in from her spot in the living room and gives a quick hello sniff to G then turns her attention to you.

Her gentle nudges and G’s face licks and wiggly butt can't stem the hot tears of frustration beginning to stream down your face as you replay the scene over and over.

"That dog needs to be put down," the old lady hissed as she passed you on the path.

She'd stared straight at Ginger as you were trying to put her in place, but you couldn't collect your dog's attention before the woman made direct eye contact with her. Ginger went a little nuts, but you held fast to her lead, trying to back away slowly with a firm pull, no tugging or yanking. Just like Sy taught you.

"Sugar, back so soon?" Sy calls from the kitchen. "Dinner's almost ... baby, what happened?"

Sy drops to his knees on the ground next to you, touching your shoulder gently. You know what he's looking for as you feel his eyes sweep over you, even with your head hanging low.

"I'm fine. Nothing's broken," you sniff. "Just some mean old lady on the path."

"Someone say sumthin'?"

"She said I need to put Ginger down just 'cuz she growled at her. Didn't even lunge, Sy. I was so proud of her for a hot second but I didn't grab her attention fast enough and then the lady.."

"Fuck. That's Betty. She's a real piece a work. Dontchu listen to a thing she says. Woman's got a real hard-on for anything bigger’n a teacup." Sy unhooks G from her lead and gives her a good pat. "She don't even like Aika. Can you believe that?"

Sy sends Aika off and turns to sit next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and drawing you close.

"Come on, don't even spend another thought on it. You're doing great with Ginger. And there's probably gonna be some bad days. Happens to the best of 'em."

"Not Aika," you sniff again. "She's the perfect dog. Never goes nuts in public..."

Sy interrupts your self-pity party. "Baby, no need to compare. Ginger is her own dog. And she's got a different history you're trying to overcome."

"But.."

"No buts. 'Cept maybe this one," he smirks as he slides his hand down your back and under your seat, giving it a soft squeeze. "Now come on. We got one night before your trip and I made your favorite meal. Lemme wine and dine you outta this funk."

You lean closer to him, if that's even possible, amazed at the way this gruff, scruffy man can say the softest things to ease your troubled mind. He never makes you feel a fool for the way you handle your shit, especially with Ginger. He just waits for you to ask for help unless he sees a danger, and even then he's so respectful as he passes on advice. He never tells you what to do.

"I need a shower. Do I have time?"

"Can you make it a quick one? I think the timer's gonna go off in about 10."

You nod and let him help you up, relaxing into the bear hug he pulls you into. He kisses the top of your head, then gives your ass another squeeze and a pat.

"Now git. And put on something comfy," he smiles as you head down the hall.

You’re dressed and at the table in 15, foregoing a hair wash in favor of picking out something a little less comfortable. It is your last night with Sy for a bit, after all. The quick, steamy shower helped release the last bit of tension left after Sy calmed you down, and now you really want to make the most of the evening.

“Woman, did you just want to skip dinner altogether?” Sy exclaims, as you set yourself down at the table, meal already served on the plate in your space.

“What? Does this not meet the dress code for this restaurant?” you smirk back at him, smoothing your hands over the lacy camisole set you picked out. “You certainly seem a little overdressed.”

Sy scoots out his chair, stands, and tosses his napkin on the table. “That’s it. I’m sure glad to see you’re feeling good already. Let’s see how much better I can make it.”

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366 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

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nickfowlerrr · 2 years

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18+ ONLY. minors dni.

i write my fics with curvy/plus sized readers in mind, but obviously anyone of any shape and size is welcome to read - i aim to keep them as open as possible.

each post has its own individual warnings. please read them.

you can find my list of wips here.

moodboards here.

i don’t have a taglist but my library blog can be found here.

andy barber

august walker

bucky barnes

charles blackwood

geralt of rivia

god the bounty hunter

lance tucker

lee bodecker

max burnett

nick fowler

steve kemp

steve rogers

walter marshall

#masterlist #bellasburdens #nickfowlerrr

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livesinfantasyland · 4 months

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Walter Marshall × Journalist

More Mood Boards

#walter marshall #moodboard #henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #walter marshall imagine #night hunter #nomis #desi! reader #desi tumblr #journalist

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sillyrabbit81 · 3 years

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Masterlist

All stories are for readers 18+

Guidelines For Sending Me Prompts: Please read this before sending me a prompt.

Prompts/Requests are closed

Last Updated: 29th November, 2023

Henry Cavill and His Characters

Highlighted Stories:

The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood (In Progress)

Captain Syverson x Lori (OFC), Walter Marshall x Lori (OFC), Mike x Lori (OFC), Geralt x Lori (OFC), August Walker x Lori (OFC)

Parts Masterlist

Milestone Celebration Prompt Game (In Progress)

Masterlist

Even If You Don't Mean It (Complete)

Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Parts Masterlist

The Instructor (Complete)

August Walker x Female Reader

Parts Masterlist

The Pull (Complete)

Vampire!Henry x Rowena (OFC)

Parts Masterlist

Syverson & Vixen (Complete)

Formerly called "Syverson"

Captain Syverson x Vix (OFC)

Parts Masterlist

Character Masterlists

Henry Cavill Masterlist

Captain Syverson Masterlist

Walter Marshall Masterlist

August Walker Masterlist

Geralt of Rivia Masterlist

Sherlock Holmes Masterlist

Multiple & Other Characters Masterlist

Celebration & Themed Stories Masterlist

Asks & Headcanon

Masterlist

Gifs & Pics

Masterlist

Playlists

Masterlist

Moodboards

Walter WIP

Syverson's Faces

Fic Recs

Character Fic Recs Masterlist

Stories by ScaryRabbit:

Bitten: Zombie King Zeus x Female Reader

Original Characters:

Her Heavy Cross (Complete)

Parts Masterlist

Liam (OMC) x Lana (OFC)

Random Stuff

Gifs

Masterlist

Australian Stuff

Gifs

Masterlist

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rmtndew · 2 years

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Walter and Fiona.

#Walter Marshall #Walter and Fiona #Henry Cavill moodboard #Missing these two today

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keanureevesisbae · 3 years

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‘Is that… a chair?’ I ask, pointing to the pretty comfortable looking chair on the my side of the desk.

Professor Marshall nods. ‘I didn’t want you to stand,’ he says. ‘Don’t get used to it though. I plan on removing this thing as soon as you leave.’ He smirks. ‘It gives me the creeps. I usually don’t like people hanging around in my office. Whether that is at NYU or the MPD.’

But professor... by keanureevesisbae

Taglist: @diegos-butt // @crazybutconfidentaf // @gearhead66 // @thelastsock // @legendarywizarddetective // @toomanystoriessolittletime // @christhickevans // @sofiebstar // @cherry-gemz // @eldarwen333 // @cynic-spirit // @wehrguhyhggg // @shamelesssoff // @i-less-than-threee-you // @ana-13-sousa-bog // @needmorereading // @little-brattyangel // @historicallyyours // @islacharlotte // @sunflowersturn // @douglas-everett-penha1987 // @princesscassashoneypot // @sunshine96love // @lyrarodriguez // @enchantedbytomandhenry // @liecastillo

#but professor #keanureevesisbae moodboard #henry cavill #walter marshall #walter marshall fanfiction #walter marshall x ofc #walter marshall x oc #walter marshall x asian ofc #walter marshall x penny townsend #asian ofc #penny townsend

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oddsnendsfanfics · 3 years

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Ice Skating in the Park

A chilly winter morning, the new rink in the park is fresh and ready for skaters. Walter is more excited than you had expected. He loves getting to spend time away from work, just being with you.

#henry cavill #oddsnendshenryfics #walter marshall #walter marshall imagine #henry cavill moodboard

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angryschnauzer · 2 years

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The Hammer and the Screw

Summary; Getting a call out of the blue from fellow agent August Walker, fresh from a six month long mission in the middle east, you accept his invitation to his apartment for dinner. What follows more that satisfies your appetite. Set before Mission Impossible Fallout

Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader (Moodboard note: female images are for wardrobe inspo only - no description of race or body type used in the story)

Fandom: Henry Cavill, Mission Impossible

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Food Play, Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Anal Fingering, Multiple Orgasms.

Authors Note: In this story, August looks like the above actor in the black and white photo - irl that is Can Yaman, a Turkish actor who on his insta posts looks quite like Henry in his Walter Marshall era.

I do not run a masterlist or tag list, however if you follow @angryschnauzerwrites and put that blog onto notifications, you'll then get an alert every time i post new work.

The Hammer and The Screw

Slipping your wallet into your leather jacket you smiled at the clerk and took the bag she held, nodding thanks before heading out the door. Ten minutes later you'd dropped the flu meds off at your teammates apartment and stepped out onto the sidewalk, taking a deep breath of the city night air when your phone quietly rang with MC Hammer's most famous track;

"Well fuck me, look who's back in the country" you muttered to yourself before hitting answer;

"You old devil, long time no speak"

August's quiet chuckle greeted your ears;

"How's my favourite psychopath?" His rich tones teased you.

"Good. Just dropped flu meds off at O'Briens, then going to look for some trouble to get into. You know how antsy i get between jobs"

"That i do"

You heard the rattle of pans in the background;

"What can I do for you, Hammer?"

"Need someone to catch me up on the last six months. The job in Istanbul kept me out of the loop"

"Sure, let me grab something to eat and i can meet you"

"Come over. I'm making pasta"

You paused, you'd never been to August's place, he tended to keep to himself, but thanks to your rather violent skillset with a sharp knife you and he had regularly been paired on missions in the past when non Geneva convention methods had been needed to extract information. You worked well together and were regularly the two most feared agents in the bureau.

"Ok. Do you need me to pick anything up?"

"Grab something sweet"

He gave you the address and hung up, leaving you wondering if this was a booty call or a pre-monday private debriefing.

You'd made it into the hallway of August's apartment building past security with ease, knocking on his door as you leaned on the wall waiting for him to answer. As the door opened you held up the bag containing the pint of ice cream you'd grabbed from the Bodega a few blocks away;

"I got Stracciatella... fuuuuck me…" your train of thought was thoroughly interrupted when you saw August. He looked like someone from a dollar store romance novel, his hair long and pulled back to the nape of his neck with a leather tie, his strong jawline covered in a thick and healthy beard. His skin was a deep olive tone from the middle eastern sunshine, and he wore a simple white shirt undone to mid chest with a pair of faded denim jeans.

With a laugh you stepped forwards, taking his cheeks in your palms as you gently turned his head side to side to get a better look. His blue eyes sparkled as you took him in, before he wrapped a heavily muscled arm around you and swung you into his apartment, shutting the door with his other hand;

"C'mon my little Screw, catch me up on all the gossip"

He set you down and your heeled boots clicked on the marble tile as you followed him. His name for you was one that many people referred to you as, but he was the only one to do it to your face. If August was the CIA's Hammer, you were known as the Screw, shortened from Screwdriver and referring to the time you'd used your knife and had literally screwed it into a suspect's kidney, slowly over the course of 12 hours in order to get the coordinates of the Anthrax. Even Hunt hadn't been able to get that suspect to crack.

The kitchen was simple and open plan, a pan of pasta bubbling on the stove as the ingredients for a sauce lay chopped on a thick olivewood board on the counter. August delicately plucked the bag containing the ice cream from your fingers, his warm skin brushing against yours. He set it into the freezer before grabbing two imported beers from the fridge, using a lever from a bottle opener to pop the caps as they weren't twist offs and handed you one. Holding his own out he clinked it against yours and you both drank.

"To getting into trouble"

"The best kind" you replied before taking a sip and setting the bottle down before shucking your jacket off and setting it over the back of the barstool that sat at the far side of the large kitchen island to watch as August cooked.

"Wow"

Looking up you saw him taking in your outfit, a smirk playing on your lips;

"What? You don't like it?"

He chuckled and went back to stirring the pancetta and garlic;

"I guess i've figured out what kind of trouble you were looking to get into tonight then"

You knew the top you wore was an eyeful, a cropped top with cutout in the centre of your chest, the exposed underwires perfectly framing and pushing your breasts to the centre, but the leggings were also helping emphasise the curves of your hips and ass. Turning in the seat you arched your back and stuck your ass out;

"Do you like the Tiktok leggings?"

"The what leggings? Are you even wearing underwear?"

"Tiktok. Social media app"

August cocked an eyebrow;

"I've only just got the hang of Twitter. And you dodged my other question"

"Did i?" You paused, grinning; "Your pasta is boiling over…"

August cursed and went back to preparing dinner, catching him up on the agency gossip from the last six months as he served the food and carried it to the table. Grabbing the beers you followed and thanked him as he held the chair out for you.

The meal was mouthwatering, August's culinary skills a surprise, and yet the biggest surprise was still his appearance. Your eyes continued to wander down his chest, before following the path of his arms and shoulders, admiring how his size had increased with the physical nature of his undercover assignment. By the time you'd had your fill of pasta the beers had been replenished and you were softly buzzed with the alcohol and the atmosphere. August cleared the dishes, and as you watched him move you were transfixed watching the way his body moved beneath the expensive cotton of his shirt.

"Aperitif?" He offered; "Before we hit the gelato? Did you want to grab it?"

Nodding you went to the freezer as he poured two glasses of Amaretto, recalling your preference from a mission a few years ago. By the time you'd grabbed spoons August was already sat on the couch, drinks on the low table as he watched you approach, his knees wide apart as he clasped his hands behind his head;

"Time for you to feed me Little Screw"

If he hadn't been expecting what you did next he hid it well, as instead of stopping and sitting next to him, you climbed onto him, straddling his legs. With a grin you settled and hooked your feet beneath his knees, curving your back slightly to allow room between you so you could handle the tub of ice cream. Popping the lid you dug a spoon in and scooped a small amount out, lifting it August’s lips, transfixed as his bearded jaw moved and he took the spoon into his mouth;

“Delicious” he muttered as the ice cold treat melted on his tongue; “So, what has Hunt been up to since I've been gone?”

“Squirrelled away in Ireland for the last few months, still working on the Syndicate but you know what he’s like, covert but everyone knows what he’s up to. Hell, the man can’t even do an Irish accent, did he think an annoying American in a sleepy little Irish village would go unnoticed?” you rolled your eyes, meeting August’s gaze. Somehow your bodies had slid closer together, had August raised his knees, you weren’t sure, the beers stronger than standard American domestic brands you were used to. Now finding yourself straddling his lap you dug into the ice cream and lifted another spoonful to his lips, watching as his tongue darted out a little and you realised you wouldn’t mind that tongue being elsewhere.

Your lapse in attention to your task at hand suddenly caught you out when the ice cream on the spoon had started to melt without you noticing, a large drip landing on August’s exposed chest where his shirt was unbuttoned;

“Oops” you muttered, pushing the spoon into August’s mouth and leaving it there as you ducked your head down and licked the dribble of white cream from his chest, raising your gaze to his as your tongue traced further up his skin than necessary.

“You little Minx” he muttered, before tossing the spoon aside and lifting your chin with his knuckle until your lips were level with his; “That tongue…” he grunted before surging forwards, his mouth meeting your own with a fierce kiss. There was no preamble of tentative pecks, no teasing the seam of your mouth, not with August Walker. His tongue was in your mouth as yours was in his, swimming together as teeth clashed.

With the ice cream long forgotten as the carton sat on the shelf behind the sofa, the kiss deepend and slowed, becoming more sensual as hands started to roam, your fingers instinctively winding into his long hair, plucking it from its tie as it cascaded around his face. His large hands smoothed over the fleshy globes of your ass, an appreciative hum resonating through his throat as he experienced the full effect of the form fitting leggings. Running his warm palms over the curve of your back he pushed his fingertips between the fabric and your skin, sliding down and cupping your ass again, before one hand slid to the centre and he hooked a finger over the narrow band of lace that held your pathetic excuse for underwear in place;

“I knew it” he muttered into your mouth, before moving to press kisses along your jaw and down your neck, sucking on the smooth skin as his beard left a wake of tenderness behind it. However when his advances were halted by the high neck fabric of your top he let out a low growl; “Well this has gotta go”

You let out a whine as he pulled his hands from your leggings, only to grab onto the sides of your top and utter a single command;

“Arms up”

Obediently you raised your arms over your head, August pulling your top up and off, before resting back against the cushions;

“Now those are some perfect titties” he muttered, cupping them in his large hands, lowering his head to take a nipple into his mouth, his beard scratching against your skin again and sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine. Writhing on his lap you could feel the promising bulge in his jeans pressing against your core, enticing you to move and push your body to his. He moved his attention to the other breast, rubbing the first nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the teat still wet from his tongue as his thumb teased it.

As you clung to his shoulders his hands found their way into your leggings again, warm on the globes of your ass and this time he lifted his wrists to make the stretchy fabric slide down until your rear was exposed. With your spine arched they sat perfectly around the top of your thighs, the rough fabric of his jeans pressing against your soaked core, your movement already shifted the tiny lace thong to the side and was brushing against your sensitive petals. August moved one hand until it was splayed cross your back, pushing you up and further to his mouth as he continued his ministrations with his mouth on your chest, and it wasn’t until he broke his contact and sat back, resting both hands on your hips to lower you did you realise his other hand had been unzipping himself. The blunt head of his dick pushed through your folds, seeking out his target until he angled your hips and pulled you down, splitting you in two.

“Oh my god, August… You’re too big…”

“Nonsense” he grasped your hips tighter, pulling you down until you were fully seated in his lap, his thick shaft making you feel like a marionette dancing by the light of flames, but the burning was coming from deep within you as your tight body protested against such an intrusion. You were shaking and whimpering, your head resting on his shoulder as you felt his hand slide between your bodies and seek out your clit;

“Shhhh, you can take the Hammer, I knew you could. Now let's get that little pussy happy again. You’re such a good girl, taking me so deep” he muttered against your ear as you felt the calloused pad of his finger find your pearl and start to rub soft circles against it. He dipped his fingers down and ran them around the seam of your hole, stretched tight around his girth and he chuckled;

“Oh you are stretched out, aren’t you my little Screw? Had no idea you were this tight, if i had i would have ensured that last mission we did lasted considerably longer, can’t believe i’ve been missing out on a cunt this good”

Somehow he managed to rub at your clit whilst his other hand firmly moved your hips to ride him, your body slicking and growing accustomed to his size. As the pleasure surged through you your hips took on a life of their own, grinding down onto August’s lap and drawing every last inch of your bodies together for exquisite pleasure.

“Look so good riding me” August praised, his blue eyes almost black with lust as you writhed on his lap, breathless from the way his body made you feel; “Little Screw, am i too big for you? Or do you like it to hurt?”

“August… I need more…”

As you moved on his lap he started to thrust up into you, pulling your walls apart and he pillaged deep within you. His hands moved round to your ass, gripping harshly at the soft flesh, before you felt his fingers seek out where your bodies were joined, unaware of his ulterior motive as he doused his hand in your slick juices. It was only as a thick digit pressed against your asshole did you tense for a moment, but as August's lips caught yours you relaxed and he sunk his finger in up to the knuckle. Double stuffed you rode him hard, desperate for release, filled to the brim with him. When a second finger slid in alongside the first you screamed and your orgasm released instantly, your womb in full spasm as you came so hard you went limp in his arms, your head fallen against his shoulder as the world dulled around you.

You are first aware that you’ve moved as August reaches the doorway to his bedroom, being carried in his arms as he walks to his bed and sets you down, stripping you of your remaining clothing before lifting a bottle of water to your lips;

“Drink”

It was not a request, it was a command, and as you took the bottle from him and sipped at the cool liquid you watched as he stripped before you, his shirt slowly unbuttoned to reveal a muscled chest with a dark tan, jeans slipping from his legs and you watched his thick thighs frame his magnificent cock as it bobbed side to side, still firmly proud and erect. Plucking the bottle from your hand he set it down before crawling over you, slotting himself between your legs as they naturally parted and wrapped around his waist, his hardness sliding into your soaked hole as he started a slower grind to make love to you on the expanse of high end egyptian cotton sheets. With each thrust he tilted his hips up into you, every vein and ridge on his dick pulling at your sensitive velvet walls;

“I’m not letting you go now” August muttered, pressing kisses to your neck and chest

“Anything you want” you were almost delirious with pleasure; “Anything August…”

“Kashmir. Go to Kashmir, wait for me” Looking him in the eyes you held his face as he rocked into you; “Little Screw, you know we were both destined for more”

“Yes…For you, anything”

“Five days, say you’ll be there. A new start”

“I’ll be there”

Pressing his lips to yours he doubled his efforts, filling your eager body over and over as you writhed beneath him, in awe of his body and mind, knowing there was more than he was telling you, but willing to do whatever he wanted. When your orgasm came you took him with you, your mouth hanging open in a silent scream as he pushed in one final time and you could feel him filling you with his thick seed, a heavy weight in your womb as rope after rope of his creamy spend filled any void left inside you and spilled from between where your bodies were joined.

48 hours later you were sore and tired, but ready to accept the next part of your life. August had received a call from Sloane instructing him to be ready to depart for Germany in six hours, Ramstein Air base being his rendezvous point for whatever chaos Hunt was causing.

Standing in his bathroom wearing just his white shirt, you circled around August as he sat on the edge of the bath, clippers in your hand as you reluctantly trimmed him of his gorgeous long hair and beard.

“It’ll grow back” he reassured you

“I know, but I liked the way it felt against my skin. I liked running my fingers through your hair as your head was between my thighs”

“So leave it a little long on top, and we’ll see what we can do about the beard” he reassured you with a laugh, watching in the mirror as you trimmed his hair perfectly, long enough on top that his hair still held its natural curl, before eventually setting the clippers down.

“There, I'll let you do your beard. You know what you’re comfortable with. I’ll go and put a pot of coffee on”

A few minutes later you heard water running before August stepped out of the bathroom, wearing nothing more than a towel and a smile. His thick beard had been trimmed into a neat moustache, that on anyone else would have looked ridiculous, and yet on August it just fit right. Wrapping his arm around your waist he pressed a kiss to your neck before you turned, running your fingers over the bristles on his upper lip;

“It's different, but it works”

He surprised you by lifting you onto the counter, falling to his knees as he parted yours;

“Let's see how well it works then shall we?” cocking an eyebrow.

Whatever August had planned for the future, you were one hundred percent along for the ride.

Angsty (with happy ending) sequel: The Screws Turn

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