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peyton-warren · 2 years

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Blinded by The Fog Series

How the loss of the love of your life led you to the arms of the man of your dreams.

Summary: Reeling from the loss of your husband in a tragic accident in Bolivia, you throw yourself into caring for the other women left behind, avoiding your own care. Along the way you meet another Army Captain who helps you see you should be cared for too. You grow closer to the new man in your life only to find out a few months later that your husband is actually alive but in hiding.

Fandoms: Sand Castle & The Losers (Also Henry Cavill and Chris Evans Characters)

Characters: Jake Jensen x f!reader, Syverson x f!reader, Franklin Clay, William Roque, Cougar, Pooch, Jolene and OCs.

Warnings: 18+ only, minors DNI, grief, loss of spouse, loss of found family, insecurity, self doubt, guilt, pregnancy, infertility, miscarriage, cheating (if unintentional), male on male violence, military-style violence, sexy times, age gap (male early 30s, female early 20s) Each chapter will have specific warnings.

Chapters

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4 , Part 5, Part 6 , Part 7, Part 8, part 9

Part 10 Coming soon

Asks

Director's Cut- Behind the Scenes I - Syverson's perspective during Parts 4, 5 and 6. Playlist

Drabbles

(Mostly about Reader and Jake's lives, in chronological order, not posting order)

High School

Starry Night Drabble

Jensen realizing he’s in love

Reader realizes Jensen is her goober

Scarf Drabble

College/Military training years

Baking Drabble

Cookies Drabble

Established Relationship

Silence Drabble

Hot Chocolate Drabble

Who Stole My Homework?

Author's Note:

Original prompt from an online plot generator -

"You are the wife of a soldier who is missing in action and presumed dead. His best friend, who survived the war, offered you comfort and companionship, and over time love blossomed. A year later, you learn that your husband is alive and is coming home. Now you must confess to him that you have moved on—or have you?"

I mean who else was I going to put into that prompt??

Playlist Songs that remind me of this series and/or I've been listening to while writing it. Will update occasionally until the series is done.

Masterlist

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littlefreya · 3 years

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Greasy like a sexy pig

Summary: You are tasked to give Henry a massage in order to help him with his injury, but Henry is far too naughty to stay put.

Prompt: How about you giving Henry a oily thigh massage and in the middle of it, he gets hard and you being a little tease to him...?

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: +18, RPF, dry humping, bulge riding, very light choking, dirty talk, bodily fluids.

A/N: Okay, but I had to reverse the roles with Henry being the tease ;) Not beta’d; we die with our typos like August getting hit with a hook, falling off a cliff and crashing into an explosion. Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics

Title: Greasy like a sexy pig.

"Okay, take off your pants and go lie on the bed."

The sound of your words brought the devil in him; his brow arched with immediate mischief, to which you rolled your eyes and croaked a sigh.

"I'm serious, Cavill! Your physiotherapist said we need to do this every night."

"Keep going..." Henry's foolish grin stretched further, and he flicked his tongue over his lips. A sliver of hunger rumbled low in his throat, letting you know he was up for more than just a massage.

Though, you found no amusement in his wicked ways. Waving the bottle of essential oil in front of his eyes, you threw a finger toward the bed and ticked your tongue. His well-being was always your top priority, and despite his enticing lack of decorum, you knew he was in a great deal of pain and needed to be taken care of.

Henry pouted with a "you-are-no-fun" glare yet obediently began fumbling with his belt. The click of metal sent tremors down the veins of your arms, the sight of his cock heavy and large in white briefs did nothing to deter the wet heat that instantly bloomed between your slippery folds, though you battled these lustful incantations off and followed onto the bed as he laid on his back.

"I'm ready for my massage, dear," Henry grinned as you hovered above him, his fingers laced together atop his furry belly.

There was no way in hell he was going to make this one easy...

"No games!" You moved to straddle his knees while flicking the bottle open and spilling a handful of oil on both thighs. Henry's legs twitched at the sensation, making something within you stir as his knee accidentally grazed at your clit.

Fighting a moan, you pretended though nothing happened and determined began to squeeze and knead his taught muscles.

"Mmmmm... that feels good..." he groaned, the gravelly bass of his voice associated within your mind with carnal antics.

"Stop that!" You warned, running your greasy fingers over his hairy thighs. The pads of your fingers tingled with his blistering skin, sliding through and through and inevitably traversing into his inner thighs where more heat graced your trembling knuckles.

It was only a matter of time before his cock began to harden; the outlines of his heart-shaped crown pressing into the thin fabric, and a stain of arousal left a tempting stain.

Absentmindedly, your hands worked him with aggression, forgetful of which muscle you were even supposed to treat as the burn within your core screamed to be stuffed. But no! You didn't want to forgo the much-needed treatment as well as let him have his way so incredibly quickly. Fuming, you clutched and pulled with your face curling into the image of a frantic cougar.

Henry chuckled and shook his head.

"Oh... there she is. I know that look..." he taunted.

Your glare met with a river flooding of debauchery that glazed from his sparkling eyes. "Come now, pet, stop fighting it, climb up and let me feel you on my cock." he groaned and slapped his hands on your waist, clutching you hard enough to bruise.

Every tendril of resistance snapped within seconds, replaced by a dutiful wail, and faster than your thoughts, you perched on his bulge, your clad cunt pressing hard into it.

Like two horny college kids, you began to grind onto one another, lips blazing with fury as the rigid outlines of his cock rubbed back and forth between them and teased your swelling clit.

"That's right, that's my wild kitten, so incredibly wet and needy," Henry urged, further squeezing your hips and bouncing his groin to elicit another tide of ecstasy that nearly drowned you while he swelled even larger beneath your soaked panties.

"Think about me stuffing my big fat cock deep inside you later, fucking you rough and raw the way you deserve."

"Henry..." you whimpered, tightening your muscles and milking around nothing. Growing restless, he reached one hand to your throat and the other to your breast, pressuring both whilst jostling his groin hard at your apex.

You came with his tip pressing into your slit, your desolate pussy convulsing around emptiness. Henry grunted and, with one brutal haul, forced you against him, coming in his underwear and leaving a sticky mess between your thighs.

"Hmm..." he grinned, proud of how little it took to break you.

"So physio is just like our cardio? I'll make a note of that..."

Fighting to adjust your breath, you shook your head with ire but remained seated on top of him to enjoy the raging throb that boomed in your organs.

Yep, just like cardio.

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nitannichionne · 3 years

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Leading Lady, Chapter 4: Check and Mate (A Henry Cavill Cast Fic)

Chapter 4; Check and Mate (Shane/Henry Cavill POV)

This was almost fun.

I landed in Chicago a full two days before I was to meet Laura, a full day before Rick was supposed to follow. I didn't want him with me. This part seemed very personal.

Kendra Kincaid was closely connected to Kitara Kingston, I managed to find that out, but not much more. That wasn't very hard to find, except that Kendra Kincaid was connected to a Kianna, an erotica writer who was popular for a spell quite a few years ago. After reading that stuff, I was blown away a bit. She sounded...really experienced, sharpening my curiosity. She sounded worldly, she seemed terribly confident yet vulnerable. In all our texts she had an answer or a question that led to an answer. I was reading and rereading our texts, our emails, everything. I was confident; I had so many signs to look for now. After the eight hour flight I began to believe that Kendra, Kitara and Kianna may be one and the same.

I rested up, got my hours right and basically strode into Laura Davidson's office unannounced. I found the young woman whom I saw with her in Britain sitting at the desk, rifling through the drawers. She was still working for her,I assumed. I looked her over, smiling at the fact she was still wearing those athletic form fitting pants that showed the outline of a cell phone in her cargo pocket but she had waistcoat that showed off her hips and bum with a shell underneath that accentuated her form. Her hair was longer, I remembered shoulder length hair-or extensions. Now she had a long pixie cut that framed a cute face. I saw more this time, or maybe it was that Laura was my focus then. "Excuse me."

She looked up, did a double take, gasped and stared. "May I... help you?"

"Yes, I was wondering if Laura Davidson was in?"

"Uh, yes, she is, but..." she looked around and picked up a calendar. She looked through it. "Do you have an appointment today?" She turned in her seat, and in so doing, knocked over a pencil cup and picture frame. "Oh, sorry!"

"No worries," I smiled. "Regrettably, no, I am set for tomorrow." She was a nervous thing, more than I remembered.

"Oh, I was afraid I'd made some mistake!" she laughed softly, averting my gaze. "And you are...?"

"Zachary Sheridan?"

She gasped. "I knew you looked familiar!" She looked about, seeming out of sorts. "One moment." She rose and went into the office with her notebook...without knocking?

As soon as the door clicked closed, I examined the desk. There was a comm system on it. She could have called in. I could hear hushed voices behind the door. I couldn't understand anything but the tones were anxious and clipped and almost argumentative. I quietly opened the bottom drawer with my foot. Empty. No purse? Most women carry a bag of some sort of bag to work with all their needs for the day. She didn't have one. I picked up the frame and saw a picture of a blonde haired woman and two young children. I set it back in its place, face down. That is not who greeted me, making me wonder who this woman was. Was she part of a lesbian couple? No, not the way she looked at me...unless this wasn't her desk at all. Most people reflexively right a fallen frame, unless one is trying to hide something...?

The assistant opened the door. "She'll see you now," She held the door for me. As soon as I walked through I sensed her gaze follow, but when I looked she was looking at Laura. Laura nodded before she left. What the...?

"Laura!" I smiled, extending my hand. "Recently arrived, wanted to say hi, sorry for my--"

"No problem," she nodded. "Seems you came at the perfect time." She gestured for me to take a seat. "How was your flight?"

"Oh, fine, fine," I nodded, not losing eye contact with her. She looked uneasy. "but Kendra isn't here so I wouldn't say that the timing was perfect." I sat down. She chuckled a bit nervously, and I laughed politely. "Will she--"

"Something to drink, Mr. Sheridan?" the assistant offered, smiling as she handed me my favorite brand of water.

Hold on. Did they know I was coming? "Thank you." I looked at these two. Something was up. I listened to Laura go on about how happy she is to see me again, how excited she was that I was interested in playing roles...she was stalling, but for what?

And the assistant hadn't moved. Where was the notebook in her hand that she had?

My eyes traveled to Laura's desk. The notebook was there. It had tabs on the sides made of post-its. Kendra had described that to me in texts. It was how she kept her notes for different projects, dividing the notebook into a story journal herself. I frowned, looking at the cell phone in her pocket. She believed in being as hands free as possible. I read that in a text from her! I had seen that makeshift journal someplace else!

Britain.

That was her. That was...her! I watched her. She folded her hands behind her back military style. That was when I noticed the scar the pixie cut covered. I looked at her face and she averted her gaze. The cut was specifically to cover it. There's a story there...

"I know you wanted to meet her--" Laura glanced at her so-called assistant. "But she is off doing research for another book. You know how that is sometimes."

"Quite." I wanted to call her on that lie, but I needed more proof. On every card she ever sent, she crossed her Z's. No one does that. It was a mix of penmanship and calligraphy, and terribly distinct.

"But I want you to know she has great faith in your ability--"

"Very believable--" the assistant offered. I looked at her-that turn of phrase was unique. She swallowed hard. "She said that, I remember."

"Would you have your assistant send flowers for me?" I asked, not losing eye contact with her.

"What?"

"I wanted to send flowers to an old friend, let her know I'm in town?" I asked. I watched Laura look at now who I suspected was Kitara Kingston. She had flinched, gone still.

"Sure!" she said too brightly. "Name?"

"Would you write the message?" I asked. "It's important."

"Sure," she said. Laura handed her the notebook and she flipped to the last page. "Yes?"

I stood up, and she backed a step. I'm almost two meters and she was less than half a meter shorter. Her eyes went wide for a second as our gazes locked. I'd bet my horse now. I stepped slightly behind her as if to watch her work. Kendra texted that the alcohol in fragrances affected her sinuses and gave her headaches, so she wore scented oils instead. "It's to Samantha Zane." I took a slow inhale...oils, check...

"Samantha..." She wrote. The S was right. "Z-a-"

YES! Perfect match! "N-e." I took a deep breath, inhaling the scented oils on her skin, then blew slightly in the direction of her ear and neck. Kendra once told me that a man lightly breathing in her ear could drive her mad.

"Message?" Her voice was a squeak.

I smiled. I've got you, darling. "Dear Sam, thanks so much for offering to find Kendra Knight for me."

She stopped writing for a second and then slowly resumed. "Anything else?"

"But it seems I am fully capable of finding her myself."

The whole room went silent, so silent that all we could hear was a small desk fountain doing its job on a small table in the corner.

"Found her?" Laura's eyes were wide.

"Why yes, so how about we let the actor and writer have a chat?" I asked. From behind, I took the notebook and pen from "the assistant's" hands and dropped them on my seat, effectively blocking her from any escape. "You agents can meet with us tomorrow."

"The assistant" had nothing to say as I took her by the hand turned her to me for a better look. Her dark eyes looked huge, reminding me of a startled doe, and she looked like she was holding her breath. Too late, I wanted to tell her. She turned away. I knew she was trying to compose herself.

"Kendra? Kianna?" I whispered in her ear and turned her to me again. "Or should I say Kitara?"

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nitannichionne · 3 years

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Leading Lady, Chapter 2: Mystery Mate (A Henry Cavill Cast Fic)

Chapter 2: Mystery Mate

CAVILL as SHANE POV

In between jobs...or on holiday?

It'd been a few weeks and now I just wanted to work. This would be a good time for one of those covers, just a little exposure. Kendra Knight had helped me cross the pond, so to speak, and I was trying to make a full arrival.

I looked at my covers over the years that bared her name and my likeness. Kendra was the only one I did covers for because she sent me a copy of the manuscript first. Laura said that she saw my picture in her office from her trip abroad and that was it. She said if it wasn't a part I'd want to play one day, she'd understand if I turned it down. But the stories were good, the sex scenes were hot. I had everything she'd written, even the ones I didn't model for. She often asked me about male perspective in emails, something many female authors didn't tackle. I'd never seen so much care or interest, and I admired that. She gave me a renewed respect for and interest in writing.

Kendra finally let me text her, giving me a phone number I could get to her through. But every time I called, she'd let it go to voice mail and she texted back. It was like she didn't want me to hear her voice. So, I offered my name: Shane Zachary Sheridan. I used my middle name as my first in media, but those I really knew me called me by my first.

Truthfully, that was the thing about Kendra Knight. It was fair to say that no one really knew what she looked like. Laura was her front person, and she was so charming and enigmatic it was enough to distract most, but her hard core fans had begun to demand that Kendra show herself. There was even rumor she was a man, but then she called that satellite radio station and stated, "No, I'm female, just not media friendly." And hung up. I actually had that little snippet sent to me, hoping to match her voice to someone someday. The more mysterious she was, the more buzz around her...and her quiet got attention for me since I'd been on a few of her covers. I was a consistent link, a sign of her, somehow, even though I'd never laid eyes on her.

Laid eyes on her...

Had I laid eyes on her and not known it? Her interest seemed more than just a photograph. She texted back every time I contacted her, and she always sent some acknowledgement of my birthday and Christmas. Sometimes we texted every day and fall off for awhile only to pick up again. Then there were the thank you cards and presents that I got when one of my covers was released. I still have the cards. Did she write them herself? I went to my desk and started going through my files.

Suddenly, my cell jolted me from memory lane. I glanced the caller ID and clicked on.

"Hey, Rick."

"Big news, mate, big news," Rick said as if he was going to burst. "Bad, good and then...just damned good!"

I couldn't help but chuckle at my agent. I sat in my chair, put up my feet, and sighed, "Let's have it, bad first, of course."

"You didn't get the part you read for last week," he said.

I rolled my eyes. "And?"

"Kendra Knight!"

"You've got my interest, Rick." Kendra Knight was always presenting me with opportunities, bless her.

"Right, right," Rick said. "Kendra Knight is in negotiations with AV-1!"

"AV-1? That's brilliant!" I repeated, sitting up. This was news. This was one of the fastest growing movie apps in the past few years. "What negotiations?"

"For her books, Shane!" Rick said. "Word is there are negotiations for you to get leads!"

"Negotiating for me?!"

"Yes!" Rick sounded like he'd burst. "She is pushing hard for you because of your...relationship?"

"Relationship?" I repeated. "Are you having a laugh?"

"Seems Kendra Knight herself is pushing for this," Rick said. "What did you do? What did you say? Blimey, you said you never met, Shane!"

"As far as I know, I haven't!" I told him, thinking hard. "as far as I know. Believe me, if I met her, I'd--"

"What?"

"Have you read her stuff?" I asked. "She tells it like a fly on the wall, or like--like putting you behind a pair of eyes--great stuff for an actor--"

"And you've never met her?" Rick accused again. "Sounds like you know her."

"I do..." I pulled the file and threw it on my desk. I opened the folder and looked at the cards. "And I don't." I closed my eyes, trying to think here. Did I have all our texts? "Dig up all you can on Kendra Knight, Rick," I told him. All that research I did playing a spy was about to come of use. Everyone was trying to figure out who Kendra Knight was. I knew that, I just needed to get her in my sights so I could catch her. "Time to cross the pond again."

"Are you sure this is what you want to do?"

"I just think it's time, is all."

"You are doing well here in Britain, Shane--"

"But I want to do better," I told him. "Time to spread wings a little."

"I know you, Shane," Rick said warningly. "You've got a plan."

"My plans are always good ones, Rick, trust me." I clicked off before he said another word and sent a text to Kendra.

SSWW: Kendra, there's a lot of buzz going on around here. How about we clear the air and meet? Call me anytime. Cheers

Details were going to be key. I knew this woman. We texted so I knew a few things, I had handwriting samples on cards. She also told me in texts to call her Kit, and not Kendra. But once, once she said that she and Lara were inseparable in college. They were Kikilala...Kiki...now why did that suddenly ring a bell?

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nitannichionne · 3 years

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Leading Lady, Chapter 5: Cab Ride (A Henry Cavill Cast Fic)

CHapter 5 Cab Ride (Kitara POV)

I stood still. Shane Zachary Sheridan looked at me and said my name, and I was rooted to the spot like I was under a spell. His eyes looked bluer than any picture I'd seen. "I..." I searched for words. I wasn't ready for this. I wanted to run, to hide, truthfully get out of the state so Laura's lie would be true. That was the plan I had just browbeaten her into before he came because I had gotten cold feet. I averted my eyes. "You have the wrong--"

"Don't do this." He gently grasped me by my upper arms so I couldn't turn away. "When we started texting years ago, you promised me something." He took a deep breath, and tilted my chin up so my gaze couldn't escape his. "Are you really going to try to break your word-something you said was extremely important to you?"

I swallowed hard. I promised I'd never lie to him. Why? Because I knew I couldn't. I wasn't a good liar, I didn't practice enough to be a good one, and I knew if he locked eyes with me like he did now, I'd be lost. I averted my gaze. "I don't want to."

"Then don't." I glanced up at him as he shook his head slowly. "I don't know why you would." His hands slid down to mine and then he let one of them go, getting a better hold on the other. "We'll talk to you tomorrow."

WHAT? My head snapped up, my eyes pleading with Laura for help.

"What?" Laura's hazel eyes widened, reflecting my alarm on Shane. Thanks, La, I could have done that.

"I think we need to have a talk, that's all," he shrugged, giving Laura a sheepish smile. "and it may be too late for us to come back if you keep regular office hours." He paused. "You do keep regular hours--"

"Yes!" she answered. "yes, I do." She looked at me, and unfortunately this was one of those times I couldn't decipher her expression. "Tomorrow then."

"Cheers," he nodded thankfully, and he led me out the door.

I know what my look said, what my lips mouthed. Help.

Laura, my so-called bestie, just smiled. On your own.

There was no sense in this. None! I had hoped to see him at a cast party after the film wrapped or something, or be there when he was on set and leave before he finished working. Oh, God--we're at the elevator.

"I'm withholding my questions here."

I looked at him. Did he look angry?

"But you know, I've got to get off just one."

I stared at him. He was staring straight ahead, but his expression told it all. He was upset.

"What's going on here?" he asked. "Why didn't you return my texts after I found out about the part? Why didn't you want me to see you?"

I averted my gaze as I saw his head turn with my peripheral vision. I looked at my shoes. "That's three."

I saw his frown deepen, his jaw tighten. He escorted me onto the elevator.

I like our relationship, I wanted to tell him. I like our lols, our shared memes, memories, conversations-I like texting you. I know I don't have a chance with you but as long as we never saw each other, I could enjoy it for what it was. Now, you're close, and I may want more, and I can't take being friend-zoned, at least not at the moment. Let me go, Shane...let me regroup...

Not a good look. I swallowed hard, mortified as my throat tightened. I can't cry-not now! That would be awful! Come on, Kit-

"Don't," he said softly and then heavily sighed. "Don't."

I nodded, taking a deep breath. It was then I realized that there were others in the elevator. There may have been others by the doors. I just didn't notice them. I was that out of it, and cursed myself for it. I am better than this but terrible when broadsided. My hand was squeezed, and I looked up at him. It was just then I noticed he had never let it go since the office.

We caught a cab. Just when the car began to move into traffic, he spoke again.

"I'd like some answers please."

"Shane-"

"Oh, you know my name," Shane muttered sarcastically. "What's with the secrecy of your own?"

"I just..." I looked at the cabbie in the reflection. He was listening. "I didn't want to be found."

"Good job!" he said. "The only reason I was able to find you was because you contacted me after Murder on the--"

"Murder on the Moors!" the cabbie exclaimed, his British accent clear as a bell. "Blimey! You aced that one!"

He turned and managed a smile. "Thanks."

I managed a smile. "I thought he was really good, too--"

"Kit!" Shane said warningly, and I knew he wasn't falling for the distraction.

"Sorry, sir," the cabbie apologized. "Get on with your spat, then."

Spat? As in lovers' spat? Oh, wait...

"Thanks," Shane nodded thankfully to the cabbie. Men conspire-like everywhere you go! His attention was on me now, and I was mentally scrambling. "Did you ever think I wouldn't come after you?"

"Well, no, I didn't," I breathed. "I'm sorry, I didn't. I just thought--"

"I wouldn't care enough," he finished, disappointment on his features. Great.

"Shane, I didn't think I--I merited--"

"Merited?" He repeated incredulously. "Merited? So what we had wasn't enough?"

My eyes widened at him, but in my peripheral vision I saw the cabbie's eyes widen too. Oh, God. "I was afraid, okay?"

"Of what?" he asked. "I crossed the pond for you. I--" It was then that he noticed the cabbie, hanging on our every word. "Wait till we get back to the hotel."

"Hotel?" I repeated. I saw the cabbie give a small smile. He probably thought we were going to-- "Why?"

He leaned into my ear, and whispered, "You know bloody well why!" He turned and faced ahead. "We're working this out my way. Everything has been on your terms for far too long."

I decided to stay silent. This cabbie was probably ready to pay for this little play, he looked absolutely giddy. I exhaled heavily. I looked at Shane. He seemed truly upset and guilt gnawed at my insides making my stomach clench. "Would you rather go to my place?" I whispered.

"Not at the moment," he murmured. "Maybe later." That comment was sarcastic.

Finally, we reached a skyscraper where I knew there were luxury rentals and sublets. He let go of my hand to pay for the cab, and then reclaimed it to pull me out with him. Luckily I managed to dry my hand on my pants, but now he had me by my wrist. Was he ever going to let go? Did he want to? Did I want him to? He grasped my hand and walked into the hotel.

He led me past the front desk and to the elevator. I kept up with him, but it was clear he was the boss of things, like I was some captive. People saw us go by and took note, some even staring. We got in the elevator, and I stood there, staring straight ahead.

Not a word.

I felt panic begin to rise. What was he going to do? Tell me to never text him again? Yell at me till I cried? Go all Shades of Gray? What?

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nitannichionne · 3 years

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Leading Lady, Chapter 8: Sleepover (A Henry Cavill Cast Fic)

Chapter 8: Sleepover (Kitara POV)

It was sort of weird.

I glanced over at Shane from outside the living room window, just sipping a beer and watching TV as I grilled. Did I know he would be here? I had bought his favorite beer just in case. I had even bought steaks to grill, but my son Xavier would have devoured them, too. Besides, grilling meant he could relax in the house and I'd have a minute playing hostess and getting myself together.

I honestly didn't know where I stood. He was happy-or smug-when he found me at first. Then he went from that to being sort of angry and disappointed. And I went from anxious to really anxious and a bit--no very-embarrassed. Now we had this sort of truce going on. What the hell was that?

"How's it coming?"

I turned to see him standing there. He was in a t-shirt and sweats that Xavier left in the dryer. They were the same height and their build was similar. I did tell him to get comfortable, didn't I? I had hoped he would have diminished somehow, but he didn't. The t-shirt only emphasized lines of definition and then the sweats, that five o'clock shadow...I averted my eyes and looked at the steaks.

"Kit?"

"Oh, not long now." I smiled. Was he smirking?

"Do I smell..." he frowned, yet his smile was somehow intact.

"Vegetable shiskebabs?"

"They smell delicious."

"There's tomatoes, peppers and mushrooms or tomatoes, squash, zucchini and mushrooms." I shrugged. "Give it a try, you might like it." I took a sip of my cranberry juice. I usually love it, but today it seemed drier than usual.

"What are those?" he asked, seeing I had two containers of brats.

"American bratwurst," I answered. "Those have no beer. These do."

He raised his eyebrows a little. "That's very considerate of you."

I gave him a small smile.

"As well as the beer, thank you." He toasted me and took a sip.

"Trying to be a good host," I shrugged. "I was supposed to take those to the office before I..." My voice trailed off. If I wasn't cooking I would have hit myself in the forehead. Why did I bring that up? I focused on the last of the meat and veggies on the grill, trying to think of what to say.

"Why were you trying to run from me?" He shook his head. "One more time for the class?"

My head snapped up. How does he move like that? He was in the doorway, and now he's right here, and I detected nothing. Talk about someone being under your radar. "I told you."

"Told me what, Kit?" he asked. "I still don't understand."

I took a deep breath, and piled the last of the food into their containers. That didn't take as long as I hoped and I ruined it by referring to the elephant in the room like it was my best friend. "Okay, I said I didn't want you to be disappointed, but I didn't want the disappointment. either."

"You keep saying that." He set down his empty beer bottle. "I don't get it."

I had to take a deep breath. "Okay--"

His face changed. "Okay, wait a second. You're done out here?"

"Yes, but--"

He put the covers on the containers and picked them up. "Where do you want these?"

"Kitchen counter is fine." I scurried to open the door for him. "Thank you." I followed him in. He set them down, turned and took my hand, leading me back to the living room. We sat down, and much to my relief, Zeus walked up his stairs and sat between us.

"Go on."

Talk about comfort animal. I began stroking Zeus as I talked. "Years ago, when my first book came out, I did a video and my views went down. Talked about my life, it happened again." I decided to get up. “Let’s plate, huh?”

He didn't react. His jaw slightly tightened as he followed me. He sat on a stool as I made plates for us. “Views went down?”

"I realized I didn't look as an author should."

"And how is a writer supposed to look?"

"We are in the digital age," I told him. "It's like you can't just put a book out anymore. You need a famous name, a famous look or one hell of an internet personality. Think about it: Since when did authors start doing commercials for their books? They are, you know, even some of the best sellers." He didn't seem to have an answer so I went on. "And, I am a little older than the digital age. I don't need attention as much as I want connection and recognition through my words."

"You connected well with me," he said. "I loved your stories, every one."

He seemed so sincere. "But you never saw me. When you thought of Kendra Knight, how did you think she looked?" The question hung in the air. "I don't look like Kianna, the one who wrote the steamy stories. I don't even look like Kendra, the paranormal action writer. I'm just Kiki, or Kit."

"But they're all you."

"Remember what I said about love?" I asked. "That love--"

"Love is always a gift, but when it is reciprocated, it is a miracle?"

I gasped. He remembered that quote?! I didn't realize how much he paid attention to the books and texts till that moment. "No one will remember who wrote that," I told him. "But when you say it, that's what they will remember, get it?"

"But what about the fans who want to meet you?" He shook his head at me as if I missed something. "I wanted to."

"And now that you have?"

"I'm glad I did," he smiled, taking my hands in his.

He seemed relaxed so I chanced asking, "You're not mad then?"

He thought about it. "I am starting to understand, but I think you don't give yourself or fans enough credit, not to mention me."

I sighed heavily. I wish I could make him understand, but I adored him for not being able to. He pulled me into his arms and just held me. "What-why-?"

"Because you need one," he said softly, rubbing my back. "I saw it in your eyes."

How often am I held? I usually do the holding. I found myself melting into him, the heat of his body, the softness of skin and firmness underneath. He rocked me gently, and I nuzzled his chest. I gasped. I looked up at him, trying to decide if I should apologize, open my mouth at all. Instead, I averted my eyes to that mat of hair peeking out that I was trying desperately not to nuzzle again. I took a deep breath, it was shaky. I didn't know what to do.

"Question," He laughed at me, and kissed my forehead, tipping my chin up so our eyes would meet. "Am I friend or foe?"

"Friend." I whispered, but I was feeling more than that, and even his eyes seemed to say more than that, but I didn't dare point it out.

"That's how it begins, they say," he said softly.

"What?"

"Everything that matters," he said softly. I suddenly felt terribly young and clueless. "Movies? Youtube? Satellite?” He took our plates. “Name your pleasure, time to veg out."

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Hmmm degreasing henry, sounds like a mechanic au to me

Pairing: AU!Mechanic Henry Cavill x Reader

Warning: 18+, RPF, hinted sex stuff (sex as payment), a little bit of cocky Henry, kind of a bad porn movie situation, really.

A/N: Talk to my lawyer. Divider by @firefly-graphics

The Mechanic

A towel soaked with sweat and oil rested on his large shoulder. Inhaling arduously, the hulking savage towered above you, wearing a ratty white tank-top and toying with a heavy wrench between his dirty fingers while letting out a long whistle.

Grease tainted his bristly face, making those crystal-blue eyes appear even brighter as they sized you up the way a gluttonous cougar sizes up his meal. His sight alone made your thighs clench, and almost mindlessly, you snuck a peek at his groin, detecting what seemed to be like a sizeable bulge.

‘Fuck...’

He was a brute, a dirty, arrogant greasy brute. Yet there you were, daydreaming about him fucking each of your holes right there in his garage.

“Yeah, like I told you before, miss, the engine is a complete wreck, kaput, dead, gone, you get?”

You threw a gaze at the smoking crumpled hood and then back at the mechanic.

“Weren’t you supposed to fix it, then?”

Sucking on his bottom lip, he grinned cockily and shrugged, continuously glazing over your figure. “I would, but it will cost extra.”

A deep sigh of frustration cracked from your throat, and you threw your head back, “how much?”

“7000.”

“Are you kidding me!? I don’t have that kind of money!” you whined and spun in your place helplessly. “Mr Cavill...”

“Henry,” he corrected you, remaining stoic upon your meltdown as if he’s seen that kind of behaviour before, though a hint of grin did tug at the corners of his lips.

“Please, Henry, I really need my car; I’ll lose my job without it,” you begged, your eyes glossy and pink. “Can’t we arrange something?”

Flicking his tongue over his lips, he took a deeper breath but then shook his head, “sorry, pet, running a business is tight. You can go to someone else, I won’t charge you for the consult, but I assure you they might charge you more and leave your pretty little car even worse than before.”

Whatever happened next was like a minute of utter unconsciousness. You found yourself on your knees with your hands fisting his cargos. Henry stilled and looked down at your damp cheeks, remaining reserved while your hand began to wander over the bulge in his groin but the vibration in his cock gave him away.

His hand reached for your chin, squeezing it lightly between his thumb and index finger and tilting your head to stare at him before he gestured you to stand up.

Shame filled you the moment you faced his glare. He did not want you and even though it felt like a horrible, degrading idea, the humiliation of being denied by a man so beast-like and handsome made you want to cry.

“Tsk, tsk,” Henry emitted and turned on his heels, walking toward the garage door.

You stared confused when he pressed the button for the metal door to shut down. The light of the outside world soon faded from your sight, leaving you locked in his realm of metal and gasoline.

“Take off your panties and bend over the desk,” he ordered and discarded his top, exposing a mass of virility that would put a Viking berserker to shame. It made you gape, your excitement laced with a sudden fear that he might rip your little slit apart.

“I...” you began mumbling when Henry crooked an eyebrow and reached to fumble with his belt.

“7k is a lot of money, pet, I won’t settle for a blow job, and every minute we stand here talking, you cost me more customers, so how about you’ll give me all you’ve got.”

Your eyes widened as he pulled out his cock, your cunt pulsating with desperate, primal need.

'Oh.'

He was going to fix you, alright.

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