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shellyshellshell · 6 months
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Main Masterlist
Henry Cavill
August Walker
Clark Kent
AU Henry Cavill
Captain Syverson
Mike
Walter Marshall
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beyondthefold · 21 days
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HENRY CAVILL as MIKE Hellraiser: Hellworld (2005) | dir. Rick Bota
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lainiespicewrites · 5 months
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Coach Sy Part 5
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I'm so sorry this took so long!!! Here it is! I feel like this is all over the place but I kind of just wanted to get a feel of them spending a day together. I love it. And I just wanted to give you guys something while I plan more of this out!! Enjoy.
Warnings: Cursing, Smut!! Oral,(f and M receiving), Mentions of sex
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“So are we gonna talk about that?” I asked, shyly. I was lying with my head on Sy’s shoulder absentmindedly drawing shapes on his chest with my fingertips. 
“Talk about what baby?” He met my gaze, raising an eyebrow. My throat went dry and I flushed trying to find the words to describe what just happened. 
“The way we… you were so…I liked it, a lot! But I’ve only ever read about it being like that, and It's so hot but I didn’t think that it was a natural thing and…No one’s ever been like that with me… God, I sound so stupid.” I groaned, pressing my body closer to his and hiding my face against his chest. Logan chuckled. He ran his fingers through my hair, tightening his grip at the back of my head and tugging softly, letting me know to look up at him. I bit my lip and sat up a little, lifting my eyes to meet his. 
“You’re so fuckin cute,” He leaned down and captured my lips in a gentle kiss. “I’m gonna need you to be a little more specific, baby girl,” He smirked. He knew I was embarrassed about saying it. 
“You’re so…in charge and dominant. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s not much different than when you’re coaching.  I just didn’t expect all of that. The spanking and dirty talk, the manhandling,” I blushed. 
“You like me throwing you around like that?” He went back to slowly dragging his fingertips up and down my spine.  I loved this feeling. He was so warm. And he felt safe. Even after how rough and aggressive he was, He was still loving and gentle and kind and caring. I’d never experienced that with anyone else. Like I knew he was going to take care of me. No matter what it takes. And I didn’t feel so shy anymore. 
“Yeah” I spoke finally, and  pressed my lips to his chest and left a trail of kisses up his neck. He groaned softly. “I liked it a lot.” I smirked when I met his eyes again. 
“What’s gotten into you little girl?” He purred, rolling me onto my back and pinning me to the bed. 
“You, Sy. I’m so stuck on you, I can’t figure out what we’re doing but I don’t want this to end.” He was straddling me now. He sat back on his knees and brushed my hair out of my face, giving me a big smile. 
“This is just the beginning baby, and if I’m being honest,” He paused, looking me over and letting his hand trail down my chest resting it on my hip. “I’m planning on forever baby, I’m not going anywhere.” He bit his lip meeting my eyes again. 
“How can you be so sure?” I asked, feeling my insecurities bubble up again. Logan sat for a second, still straddling me, trying to think. God he was trying to find a way to break it to me gently. Of course it was just pillow talk. Just something you say… He probably didn’t mean it and I was being so ridiculous. 
“Some people say when you know you know.” He explained simply. 
“We’ve only been on one date, Logan,” I chuckled. 
“You wanna know when I knew?” He asked, ignoring my last statement. I smiled softly and nodded. “My second  month teaching. I sent you an email, about a girl in my class I was concerned about. I had to be honest with you. I just wasn’t sure how to pick up on signs of mental health and eating disorders and all that. But I knew something wasn’t right. You remember that?” I nodded. I did. It was an everyday thing answering emails about students that teachers wanted to recommend I speak to or may need further help. So I didn’t think much of it. But he asked if he could come down and talk with me about what to look for as far as when they are troubled. Which was so unexpected. I’ve never forgotten it. 
“I knew that day. You cared so much. You were so detailed. But I really knew when we talked about your friends and people you knew. How personal it was to you. We talked so long I was late to practice.  I understood why you were doing your job. I admired you. But from that day on I wanted to know everything about you. I started finding excuses to drop in. Find reasons to see you. Have lunch with you. It took me over a year to get you where I wanted you baby. This isn’t gonna be some temporary thing.” I sniffled softly. I hadn’t realized I was tearing up. Sy leaned down to kiss me softly. 
“You’re not gonna get bored of me?” I asked. He laughed. Literally belly laughed. 
“What’s there to get bored of baby? I love learning about you, and doing things with you and just being with you. Hell no, I’m not gonna get bored of you, Darlin,” He smiled softly and shifted, holding himself up on his arms and kissing my jaw and down my neck.
“Promise?” I bit my lip softly. He looked up and met my gaze and captured my lips again. 
“I promise sugar. You’re the only woman I want, I know I’ve been laying it on kind of heavy but I just think it’s kinda silly to deny ourselves of something, we’re grown, I know how I feel about ya. I don’t need to waste any more time, sugar.” I kissed him again, holding his face as if in my hands. Smiling softly as I pulled away. 
“Sy, I..” I stared up at him but the words got caught in my throat. I felt it, at least I think I did. I just couldn't say it yet. He pressed his lips to my forehead. 
“I know, baby.” He said, then continued to kiss his way down my body. I felt his hands on my thighs as he pushed them apart. 
“Mm, sy, what are you doing?” I asked keeping my eyes on him. He started to kiss my thighs and the bruises he’d left on my hips. 
“You know what I’m doing baby,” He smirked, biting at the inside of my thigh. I arched my back, moaning softly. “Nope, never gonna get bored of that.” He pressed another kiss to my thigh before he pinned my hips down and attacked his lips to my clit licking and sucking relentlessly. 
“My God Sy!” I moaned pulling at the sheets beneath me as he continued his assault on my clit. He shifted lower licking past my folds pushing his tongue inside me lapping at my juices. “Fuck don’t stop!” I felt him grow against me sending vibrations through me bring me closer to the edge. He hooked his arms under my thighs dragging me closer, holding me against his mouth. I was completely at his mercy. I was shaking, and a complete mess as he fucked me with his tongue. I whimpered letting my head hit the pillow when I finally fell apart against his mouth. He drank in all my juices before pulling away with a smirk. He kisses back up my thighs and stomach and kissed my neck before he laid next to me again. 
“How the hell could I ever get bored of that?” He teased. I bit my lips softly trailing my hand down his chest. 
“Okay you’ve proved your point cowboy,” I pressed my palm flat against his stomach feeling  his muscles tense beneath my finger tips as I slowly dragged my hand further down. Logan grabbed my wrist and stopped me. I whined softly and lifted my eyes to meet his. He chuckled. 
“Easy sugar, I’ll gladly let you return the favor another time. But this was about you baby. It ain’t always gotta be 50/50 sometimes I just wanna please my girl.” He pulled me closer, sliding his hand over my hip to squeeze my ass. 
“But,” I started to protest. 
“Shhh  go to sleep, it’s 2 am baby, you need rest,” He smiled and kissed my head softly pulling my thigh over his waist as I laid my head on his chest. “Good girl,” He mumbled. As he rubbed my back softly. God this man was something else. I couldn’t wait to learn everything about him. 
I woke up to the feeling of a cold wet nose against my hand. And… was that a tongue? 
“Aika” I heard Sy call and then whistle, “Come here, leave her be.” The bed shifted as the dog jumped up laying at the end of the bed as Sy walked in the room. “Don’t be difficult.” He said to her, I tried to hide my giggle as he argued with the dog. Who sneezed at him and laid her head down  resting on the bed. “I heard that,” he smirked. I smiled and sat up stretching a bit. 
“Good morning handsome,” He watched me for a moment. Eyes scanning my body as I let the blanket fall to my waist. 
“Morning trouble,” He smiled leaning in the doorway. Standing there in a pair of black sweats, still shirtless, a cup of coffee in hand. He looked so good. I looked down at the beautiful German shepard laying at the end of the bed. 
“So this is the famous Aika,” I smiled and reached out my hand for her to sniff before scratching her ears. He nodded and walked over holding out the coffee for me to take. I accepted the mug and he smiled sitting beside me on the bed. 
“Yeah, looks like she likes you too. She ran right in here after I fed her, jumped right up next to ya on the bed. Where she knows she’s not supposed to be.” He looked at her sternly. She just stared at him and laid her head on his leg. He chuckled. 
“She’s a sweet girl,” I smiled. I took a sip of coffee and sighed content. I scooted closer, cuddling into his side. He grinned and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. 
“Did you sleep well?” He asked. I nodded resting my head on his shoulder. 
“Mhmm, did you?” I asked. 
“Like a baby,” He smirked. We sat like that for a minute. While I drank my coffee and woke up. Finally after a few minutes we got out of bed and he handed me one of his T-shirts to put on. 
“I have clothes Sy,” I giggled softly. 
“I know, I like it when you wear mine.” He pulled me in by my hips and kissed my forehead. I blushed softly. I slipped on his shirt that just barely fell to the top of my thighs. Logan smirked. “Yep, I like this better.” He said as he followed me out of his bedroom.
“You’re staring at my ass aren’t you?” I laughed. 
“Hell yeah!” He chuckled. We walked out to his kitchen. Sy poured me another cup of coffee and offered to make breakfast. I offered to help but he wouldn’t let me. The second I turned to grab something out of the fridge for him he grabbed me by the waist, lifted me up, and sat me on the counter. 
“Sy!” I pouted trying to hide my giggle. 
“Sit still and let me cook for you,” He scolded before he playfully smacked my thigh. 
“Yes, sir,” I mocked, rolling my eyes. He paused letting his eyes roam again, growling low in his chest. My thighs involuntarily clenched and he smirked. Finally he turned to get the eggs out of the fridge. I don’t know what it was about him. Why do we naturally fit so well? Or Why I trust him so much. Everything about him in moments like this feels so …primal. But At the same time he’s so gentle and intelligent and ..strong. So damn strong. Whatever was starting between us. It was like. Electricity. Or Magnetic. There was some kind of pull. I could sense whenever he was close to me. And it set my senses into overdrive. 
We ate breakfast, just some simple eggs, bacon and toast. Sy let Aika back out to run around the land. She has a doggy door and just comes and goes as she pleases. That makes perfect sense for them. Very low maintenance. Both of them come around to check on each other every now and then. It’s cute honestly. 
“I think I’m gonna shower,” I said when we’d finished breakfast and finished cleaning up the kitchen. I rested my hand on his chest and looked up at him, I could see the mischief in his eyes. 
“You want company?” he smiled softly. I chuckled. 
“Are you gonna behave yourself?” I raised an eyebrow. He just laughed and shook his head. 
“You know I’m not, Sugar.” I rolled my eyes. 
“Come on cowboy,”
As desperately as I wanted him I couldn’t handle anymore after last night. He made sure of it. I turned back just in time to catch his smirk when he saw the slight limp I was walking with. Sly bastard. But, him, I would gladly take care of.
I sank to my knees in front of him in the shower. He smiled down at me brushing my hair back. “You sure about this darlin?” He lifted my chin to look him in the eyes “I don’t wanna hurt ya.”  He said brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. 
“Mmhmm, you promised I could return the favor, and you had no problem being rough with me last night,” I smirked. He growled softly and grabbed my jaw 
“I can’t promise I can control myself baby, can you handle me fucking your little throat sugar?” He had no shame. He stared right and my eyes with that cocky smirk on his face. This man drips confidence. The things I’ve done with him in the last 2 weeks I never knew I would do. But I loved it.  I reached up wrapping my hand around him pumping slowly. He groaned resting his head against the tile. I licked up his length slowly before I took him completely in my mouth I held eye contact and answered him. 
“Don’t hold back, Daddy,” Before finally wrapping my lips around him and taking him all the way to the back of my throat. I started to bob my head slowly. I watched his face and saw something hungry flash in his eyes at my words. He tangled his fingers in my hair pulling it back away from my face and holding it in a ponytail. He started to guide me on his cock moving me faster and pushing himself further down the back of my throat. He moaned cursing, feeling me gag around his head. 
“That’s a good girl. Fuck you take it so well.” He moaned. I pulled back gasping for air. And smiled. 
“That all you got? “ The shower was hitting his chest and flowing down down his abs. He looked like a God from this angle. 
“I don’t wanna hurt you,” His eyes were soft as they held my gaze I gripped his and bit my lip. 
“I trust you Logan, “ That was all it took. He was guiding me back on to his cock and holding my head still. I twirled my tongue around the head and moaned around him and he pulled my hair softy. 
“Fuckin tease. Hold still darlin, Gonna fuck that pretty face.” I hummed sending vibrations around him and tugged at my hair harder. I met his eyes again and he smiled. “That’s my good girl, you like when you I take charge don’t ya?” He moaned and started thrusting into my mouth. His cock hitting the back of my throat everytime. I knew he was enjoying this. I slid my hands up to his stomach and felt his muscles tense under my fingers. He had his eyes closed his head tilted back agaisnt the shower wall and his jaw was slack. I loved making him feel good like this. He didn’t let me take care of him often. I moaned around him he pushed me down further holding me down taking him down my throat. I tried as hard as I could to swallow around him as he held me down. I felt tears stinging around my eyes as he let up and and I pulled back to take a breath coughing hard. “Fuck are you..?”
 I didn’t let him finish his sentence before I had him back in my mouth bobbing my head teasing him with my tongue. He groaned loudly tightening his grip in my hair. “That’s it baby don’t stop.”  He was close. He held me still again thrusting into my mouth erratically. He growled gritting his teeth. “Fuck yes,” he moaned as he released in my mouth. I swallowed it all licking him clean. He shuttered and shook his head with a chuckle before extending his hand to help me back to my feet. He held me close to his while he caught his breath. 
“Was that good?” I bit my looking down at the shower floor. He lifted my chin kissing me passionately. 
“Jesus, baby you are, full of surprises,” He smiled. “Fuckin Incredible.” 
We finished our shower and got dressed for the day. But we’ren’t in a hurry to go anywhere in particular. We stayed cuddled up on his couch all afternoon. Watching some old movies. We talked a bit about nothing in particular. Getting to know each other some more. Although it felt like we already did. This felt really normal. 
“Do you wanna take Aika for a walk with me?” He asked. I think it was almost 5 or 6 o’clock now. I nodded. 
“I’d love that,” I said. He called her in and got her on a leash and we set out down the road. 
“Can I be honest with ya?” He said as we started to walk. 
“Of course you can,” I smiled. 
“This has been one of the best days I’ve had in a long time.” He said. I stopped walking for a moment. 
“But we haven’t really, done anything.” I said. He smiled and took my hand in his and lead me to keep walking with him. 
“I know, but I got to spend good quality time with the woman I care about. That’s all I need.” He squeezed my hand softly. I met his eyes again. 
“I really enjoyed this too. I’m kind of sad that you’ll have to take me home sometime soon.” I admitted. 
“No I don’t,” He stated. “I don’t have anything going on this weekend. I ain’t in no hurry to get you out of here.” 
“No?” I asked “What are you trying to say Sy?” 
“Stay the rest of the weekend with me.” He smiled pulling me closer. I squeezed his hand blushing slightly. 
“Answer something for me first,” I said. 
“Anything,” He said. 
“Are we together now? Am I your girlfriend, I know it’s kind of fast we’ve only been on one date, but the way we’ve been talking. It just seemed like that’s what you’ve been trying to say and..” 
He kissed me softly on the lips. 
“Sugar, I thought I ….Maybe I wasn’t completely clear.” He chuckled. “I want you as long as you’ll have me baby. You’re mine. I wanna take you everywhere with me. Stay with me this weekend?” I smiled and nodded. 
“Yeah, I will” I smiled. He kissed me again and we continued our walk. Back at the house we settled in on the couch again. Cuddled up for another movie. “How are we gonna do this at work, Keep our hands to ourselves, behave?” I chuckled. 
“It’s not like people aren’t expecting it.” He laughed.  I raised an eyebrow. 
“Am I really the only one that didn’t know how you felt all this time?” I asked. 
“I mean… The boys know baby…” He chuckled. I groaned. 
“I’m sorry baby.” I blushed realizing what I said. 
“I’m not, I got you now. I’m not complaining.” We finished our movie and I stretched yawning.  “Tired?”  I nodded. “Come on sweet pea. Lets go to bed.”
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deandoesthingstome · 5 months
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Haunted Fantasy
Pairing: Ghost!Mike x Reader
Summary: Just a little fun.
Word Count: 3.8K
Warnings: 18+, NO MINORS, fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), p in v (doggy style), monster fucking (right?).
A/N: This is about half as short as the others, but I still love it and I hope you do, too. This is my first time writing for Mike as main and I hope I did him justice for those of you who live for this guy.
A/N 2: For those of you who picked a different character for this visit, just know, you weren't entirely wrong. He's coming.
A/N 3: And finally, at one point I had imagined these chapters could all stand alone. Walter feels differently, so maybe check out the masterlist if you're new here.
Fantasy Hotel Masterlist
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August was a hit just like you knew he would be. Maybe your best writing yet. Something about the experience with him just brought it out of you and the story flowed from your fingertips to the keyboard as soon as you stepped into your apartment the next morning. 
Yes, you had sprung for an actual overnight. And though he didn’t sleep with you, he was there when you fell asleep and woke again the next day. Apologizing, if you could believe it. He felt he hadn’t truly given you the strict dom experience you had asked for and wondered if he could talk you into a do-over. Maybe even throw in an add-on for free.
You were flattered, but assured him the night had been wonderful and you’d definitely felt satiated this morning. You did want to ask about the…sounds you’d heard the night before, but something told you it wouldn’t be received well so you just thanked him again, enjoyed a little morning coffee while you showered and changed, then headed home. 
Where the story practically wrote itself and was up on the site by the evening.
MNstrluvr: what do you mean? sendmeanangel: it was like someone knew I was in there with August MNstrluvr: so you DO think it was him sendmeanangel: idk. Probably just wishful thinking darkgothnightengale: you have it so bad for him don’t you? sendmeanangel: it’s ridiculous. He must have seen dozens of women in a month or two. I don’t know why i would think he’d be thinking of me ever darkgothnightengale: because August said as much. And Sy too for that matter MNstrluvr: yeah, didn’t Sy tell you Walter rarely uses his gifts during visits? And August said he’d see you at the window. He has it bad for you, too, no doubt sendmeanangel: it doesn't matter anyway. I don’t even know his last name. And i haven’t been able to find any available bookings for him for weeks.   darkgothnightengale: well, are you at least going back? sendmeanangel: if i do, i need something lighter. The room, the bite, August…it was all so intense.  MNstrluvr: so the ghost? sendmeanangel: the ghost
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When you closed the door to room 7-743, you found yourself in what looked like the living room of every house on every sitcom you'd ever seen. TV. Couch. Dad's recliner. Coffee table. End tables. A few bookshelves. A fireplace. Standard middle-class scenery. Nothing ornate or fancy. But also, no bed.
You wondered if the door across from the entry led to a bathroom, or another room, similar to the suite you'd found yourself in with August. Before you could step to the other side of the room to find out, a chill passed through the air around you and just as suddenly, as if to counter the effect, a roaring fire eased to life in the fireplace.
"That's better."
"Hello?" you called out in response to the voice, that was both a whisper and a warm tenor in your ear. "Is anyone there?"
Nothing. No answer. Despite the fire next to you, you felt goosebumps and crossed your arms to rub your hands over your skin.
Another deep breath before you continued across the room, determined to see what was behind the other door. Before you made it, an end table lamp switched on.
"Who's there?" You turned in place, looking for any form in the room that could have turned the light on. You were starting to wonder if this was not the haunting you’d signed up for. As you turned again, you felt a cool breeze drift across your chest, and while it felt nice, it also felt a little invasive. “This isn’t funny.”
“Easy, sweet cheeks. It’s just me.” A not-totally opaque figure appeared right in front of you, wide-eyed and with an apologetic smile. “I probably took that introduction too far. I’m Mike.”
You reached your hand for his and grasped nothing but air while he grinned like a fool at you.
“Cute,” you smiled back, even while wondering if you’d ever get to place your hands on something solid this evening.
“Why, thank you,” he took a small bow as you reached to smack his shoulder and found your hand drifting through air again.
“I wasn’t talking about you,” you laughed.
“Oh? You don’t find me pleasant to look at?” Mike grabbed at his chest and stumbled back as if deeply wounded, and for a moment you thought you really had hurt his feelings. “That’s alright. I have a feeling I can change your mind.” Mike stood tall and wiggled his eyebrows at you. Yeah, he definitely had the height you’d come to desire. You wondered about the rest.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to imply… I was just talking about the…” you waved your hand through the air to indicate his less-than-corporeal state and threw a worried look on your face to match your concern that you’d flubbed this meeting already.
Mike let out a full body laugh. “Don’t worry. I’m only joking. You’re free to like whatever looks you like. Wanna sit?” He swept a transparent arm toward the couch as an invitation. You sat on one side, while he drifted down to the other. “You did know you booked the ghost room, right?”
“I did. I don’t know what I was expecting. Not that, obviously. Sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologize, but I should ask. Do you want me to stay in this form?”
“You mean this form that I can’t actually feel?” you teased.
Again as if floating, Mike sidled over the length of the couch and right on next to you. You still couldn’t feel a physical connection, no matter how close to you he appeared to be, though the shiver that ran through your body was certainly not due to his cool temperature. He really was cute, no matter what little word games you’d started to play with him.
“It’s that much of a bummer, huh?”
“I mean…”
“Okay, look. I can do one, or the other, or both.”
“Both?” You were intrigued.
“Yeah, but honestly. This can be good and I’d love to show you. Doesn’t have to be now, though. We can start solid.” Mike raised an eyebrow at you and waited for your nod.
“I think for the storyline, it makes more sense, yeah?”
“Oh, fuck!” he exclaimed, suddenly off the couch as if embarrassed. “I totally spaced that! Yeah, yeah, of course. The scene.”
You laughed out loud. This guy was honestly a trip already and you weren’t even naked. In the next moment, you could suddenly no longer glimpse the room through his translucent form and you stood and took another moment to take it in fully.
Black Chucks, dark-washed blue jeans almost too tight around the thighs and definitely supporting a package that appeared to match his predecessors, plain white tee, and a black leather motorcycle jacket. The perfect delinquent boyfriend planning to sneak into the house once the kids you were watching were sound asleep, their parents still several hours away from returning for the evening. To be fair, you weren't sure how you expected a solid form host to deliver the ghost fantasy, but thankfully it sounded like Mike had a plan. And that had to be plenty of time for some fun.
“I’ll step out for a minute. Reset the scene, okay?” he tilted his adorable head full of somewhat unruly curls at you, gave a ridiculous wink and exited the room. 
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You settled back down on the couch, grabbed the random book sitting on the end table and started to thumb through the pages, as if just settling down after putting the kids to bed. The passage you flipped to caught your attention and you barely even noticed that you’d read through several pages before a loud bump sounded on the ceiling above you, followed by the sound of chains dragging before the window behind you started rattling.
“Jesus! What the fuck!” you exclaimed, already forgetting the story you’d put yourself in. You set your book down and stood, ear tilted up waiting for more noise before you stepped to the window, placing a palm against the glass to still the shaking. You checked the lock and found it holding, so imagined yourself safe again.
You sat back down, picked up the book, flipped a few more pages before you decided to turn on the TV, first glancing at your watch to check the time. He’s got to be close now, you thought. This was the time I told him to come. The kids are out like lights.
The TV sprang to life with a scary movie already in progress. You recognized it and wished Mike were here, already. If you knew the time marker, you were about to be scared out of your wits. The imagery always made you jump, no matter how many times you saw it. Almost on queue, a heavy knock sounded at the door, just as the jump scare presented on screen, and you could swear you heard the chains rattling again.
At your shriek, the door burst open and Mike had you in his arms.
“You okay, sweet cheeks? I heard a scream just as I got here. Sorry I was late.”
“Mike! There’s something in the house. Plus this godforsaken movie.” You clung to your temporary boyfriend, trembling in his arms.
“Whoa, whoa, something in the house?” he inquired with concern. “Want me to take a look?”
“NO! Stay here with me,” you implored him. “Please, Mike.”
“Okay, okay. Come on, let’s sit. But if we hear something else, I’m checking it out, okay?”
You agreed and took a spot on the couch, waiting for Mike to take off his jacket and sit down as well. You cuddled up next to him, curling your knees under you and leaning against his side. You draped a hand over his chest and could hardly stifle a small smile as you felt his firm body beside you. His arm wrapped around your shoulder and his hand and fingers caressed your upper arm. 
The movie only got a few more moments of your eyes before Mike’s hand began to wander further and further from your upper arm to instead drape down the front of your collarbone and onto your breast. At your soft moan, Mike gave a small squeeze as if testing the waters further and your response gave him permission to begin to knead in earnest as he bent his head to capture your lips with his.
His kiss was hungry and erratic, a little messy partly due to the orientation of your bodies, which Mike took upon himself to remedy. As deftly as anyone had ever been, he simultaneously withdrew his arm from around your shoulder, turned and pushed you eagerly to your back while he scooped your legs straight to stretch you out beneath him.
He slotted a leg between your thighs and pressed into your tender core as he bent to kiss you again. It was then that you realized the hungry, messy style had nothing to do with body positioning. His tongue swiped over your lips and into your open waiting mouth and you gasped as a hand roamed all over your body, but paid special attention to your breasts.
“Mmm, Mike, that feels so nice,” you moaned.
“I’ll gladly give these amazing tits more attention,” he smirked, pulling the v-neck of your loose t-shirt to give his mouth room to move. You didn’t think about how you would never get the shape back and the shirt was basically ruined, but honestly it wasn’t the most comfortable feeling so you pushed him back a bit to give you space to cross your arms and grab the hem. 
As soon as he saw the motion, he was grappling with your body and the fabric around it with the same frenzy he used to kiss you. It wasn’t exactly a help, but together you removed your shirt and bra, tossing them to the floor as you reclined back to receive him over you again. More kisses, with his lips burning yours and your hands running up his back and neck to grip into his luscious brown wavy hair and hold his face to yours. More grinding of your hips up into his where the growing bulge in his pants pushed into your belly. 
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned into your ear before nipping his way down your neck and back onto your chest. Wet, sloppy kisses trailed down the swell of your breast before he wrapped his kissable lips around your ever-hardening bud, licking and nipping and sucking several moans from you before giving the other nipple the same attention.
At the same time you felt fingers trailing down your tummy and into your jeans, where they slipped between the fabric of your underwear and the slick already seeping from you.
“Holy pussy, you are wet!” Mike exclaimed and you giggled, relishing the lightness of the evening. This was simply a little fun, with a bit of strapping young fluff and you were grateful for the time already.
“It’s all for you, baby. I get so wet for you. Can’t wait to feel you.”
Mike dove for your lips again, pressing his tongue into your mouth and his fingers into your burning core. He was driving you crazy and you never wanted it to stop. Mike withdrew his fingers only long enough to pop the button and pull the zipper down on your jeans, allowing more space for his hand to snake behind your panties and curl into your aching cunt.
With what felt like very practiced ease, he stroked and nudged your walls, pushing in and pulling out while he pressed a thumb against your tender pearl. With every new moan of pleasure, Mike slid his fingers a little deeper and crooked them a little more until he found a spot that clearly made you scream in a way that was so completely unlike the one he heard when he re-entered the room that he had to crack a wide grin, knowing he was making you come undone. He kissed the last of your gasps away, still stroking slow and lazily around your soaked folds.
You let him place one last deep kiss on your lips before you gathered your wits and pressed him back, moving up and over to straddle his lap. It was your turn now to kiss him deep while your fingers curled around an article of his clothing and you urged him to lift his arms so you could remove his shirt. With the break of the kiss he found time to ask a quick question.
“Are you sure they won’t be back soon?” he asked, still playing along with the fantasy that you had made up for the room.
“Mike, since when have you cared if you get caught fucking the babysitter?” you teased. 
“You’re right, I don’t. But I think you do, so we have time, right?”
God he was so sweet. “Yeah, baby. We have all the time we need. Now sit back and let me make you feel good.”
You pressed up to standing so you could step your legs inside his and kneel in front of him. Once you’d pulled off his shoes and unbuttoned his jeans, he helped you drag them down with a press of his hips up off the couch. God, you wanted to feel that press into you.
You licked your lips to get ready as you pulled them all the way off, along with his underwear. You were positively salivating. From your spot on the floor, you took him into your mouth and began to bob, slowly at first, building up saliva to lubricate your movements before you started to really go for it.
When he put his hand on the back of your head, the moan you let go reverberated through your body. As you peered up at him through your eyelashes, you saw him toss his head back as he pushed one last time into your throat before he stilled both his hips and your head and held you there, telling you how he was "about to come in that pretty little mouth of yours, just gimme a minute cause I don’t want to finish just yet, and oh fuck!" the moment you wiggled your tongue in your mouth and sent him over the edge.
He had just pulled you back up into his lap, pressing your chest against his and kissing you again, completely unfazed by any lingering come he might encounter as he dipped his tongue into your mouth, when the noise returned.
You jumped right off his lap, grabbing for any shirt you could reach and holding it over your chest.
“Jesus, sweet cheeks. You weren’t joking,” Mike said, bending to grab his pants. “I’m checking it out. Stay here.”
You looked around the room, trying to identify the safest place to huddle up. Why you decided standing with your back against the door was it, you couldn’t really say. Mike stepped back to the door on the opposite side of the room. The one you’d never had a chance to open. You had no idea where he was going.
Or how long he’d be gone.
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It had to be two hours later, when you woke up to find yourself curled up on the couch, Mike’s shirt all the way on, your feet freezing. Had you really fallen asleep waiting for Mike to come back? Had you bothered to call anyone? What had happened? 
You heard a door open and shut and sat up quickly, expecting to see Mike returned from wherever but instead you saw nothing. No one was there.
You felt a chill near you for a brief moment before it started to warm against the skin on your back, and you felt the breath on your nape. 
“I told you. I’m gonna take real good care of you,” the voice whispered in your ear while invisible fingertips slipped the shirt from your body, pausing for a moment to appreciate that you hadn’t put your bra back on. You arched into the squeeze and wished that when you lifted your arms behind your head, you’d have been able to grab onto the back of his head as he continued to nuzzle into your neck.
Instead you felt a gentle pull and push that had you backed up against the back of the couch, slouched low so that your jeans came off easily enough. Funnily, you hadn’t bothered to re-zip or button them before you fell asleep apparently.
You didn’t have time to think about that any longer because suddenly, the most amazing, ethereal touch was drifting up one thigh and then the other before settling back inside your pussy. And for a few moments, it felt so familiar and you trusted Mike to get you where you needed to go now, the same way he did then.
But he didn’t. What he did instead was put his ghostly mouth right on your flower, slipping the feeling of a tongue deep in your core as if he were a bee seeking the nectar. There was nothing for you to do but enjoy it. There was no head to clasp onto, no hands to reach for, no face to caress. There was only the exquisite feeling of having your pussy eaten, with licks and sucks in the exact right combination to keep you moaning and begging for mercy even though he knew you could take more.
You were right there, almost there, you could feel it and then it was suddenly gone and your eyes sprung open when you heard the voice in your ear.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I could do that all night, but fuck what I really want right now is to bend you over and fuck you. Can I do that? I’ll go back down if that’s what you want, but I would love to make you come all over my cock. Wrapped of course.”
You were dumb-struck, trying to swim back to shore. You’d been so close and you thought it was over, but every word that dripped out of his mouth made you clench around nothing and you wanted to be clenching around something. 
“Fuck yes, Mike. Fuck. Please fuck me,’ you pleaded. 
And you were well rewarded. A gentle, but urgent force shifting you to bend over, knees on the edge of the couch, hands braced against the back. Sounds of crinkly wrapper. Faint rubbery squeaks as he struggled to fit the condom over his erection. Pop of top and cool liquid rubbed into your heat. Tip pressed in, head popped through, length dragging along your insides. In and out and for all you knew there was an actual body behind you, fucking you into the back of this couch like there was no tomorrow. A body you were bucking back against as well.
When you twisted your head back, to try to get a glimpse, to try to see what this guy looked like fucking into you with wild abandon, angling to reach all the good spots, you saw nothing. It was like you were just going through the motions in some kind of fever dream, but it felt so fucking real. 
And it sounded real, too. Because for as many moans and gasps and ohs and fuck yeahs that come out of your mouth, the same number of sensual and mind melting sounds came from him somehow too,
“Fuck, yeah, sweet cheeks. Fuck back onto my cock. Just like that.”
“God Mike, I’m gonna come again.”
“Yeah you are. You’re gonna come all over this cock. Just like that.”
And with that he managed to speed up just enough to send himself careening over the edge, widening and pulsing inside you, so that you, too, got to join him on the trip back to the bottom. From the highest of the highs. You felt like you were floating.
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When you woke up again, you were back in Mike’s shirt, a blanket over your lap, and Mike’s arm around you as you rested your head in his lap. Him. Solid Mike. Jeans and socks. Nothing else.
“There you are, sweet cheeks. Have a good nap?’ he grinned down at you.
“I don’t think I had any other choice but to try to recoup some energy after you completely and totally fucked me into the void. I hope that’s okay.”
“Oh, yeah, yeah,” Mike replied in a tone you could tell was meant to dispel your concern. “Sweet cheeks, we have as long as you need.”
It took you a moment, but you finally realized what he was saying.
“Do you have the same gift Walt, uh, the werewolf, has?” you asked, hoping Mike didn’t hear your slip.
“Yeah, sweet cheeks, Marshall and me have the same gift.”
Well, no luck. Wait a minute…
“Who’s Marshall?” you asked.
“Walter. Walter Marshall. Our werewolf,” Mike answered. “Well, former werewolf.”
It was like a record scratch. You knew now why finding a slot with him had proven so hard lately. And you knew his last name.
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Fakin' it
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summary: To win back your ex-boyfriend, you decide to fake date your best friend. What could go wrong? 
warnings: vaginal fingering, oral (F/M, M/F ), protected vaginal sex, immature behavior by idiots in love
word count: 5,5k
A/N: Okay, this is silly and immature, but it's fun. Or maybe I have just watched too much of "The summer I turned pretty"...
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“Hey sweetcheeks, what happened?” You hadn’t noticed Mike getting up to your retreat in the old tree house in the backyard of your home.
“Go away, Mike!” you told him, hastily brushing your tears off your cheeks. You really didn’t need him around you right now. Mike would try everything that he could to make you laugh. Like he always did. But you wanted to be miserable.
Your boyfriend just told you that he is seeing someone else. That it’s getting serious, so it would be only fair to tell you. Like, maybe it would have been better to tell you right from the start that you weren’t exclusive? You were making plans to build a life with this guy, and he was making plans of how to screw other girls without you noticing, it seems.
“Hey, someone there?” Mikey waved his hand in front of your eyes. Apparently, he had been talking to you while you drifted back to the moment where your life got shattered.
“Sorry,” you said, another sniffle following. “Dave told me that he has a new girlfriend. And he’s serious with her, so he doesn’t want to see me anymore.” New tears rolled down your cheeks.
Mike dropped to the floor next to you. “Wait, back to the start because my mind is playing tricks on me. Dave told you he has a girlfriend? Like another one, not you?”  Mike’s jaw was practically on the floor as he stared at you incredulously.
It almost made you laugh because he looked just so silly. Damn, that man really always made you feel better. But right now, you hated him for this.
“Can you just leave me alone and let me drown in my misery, Mike?” you asked him, but he didn’t move. 
“Not happening, princess!” He shook his head with a frown that should have made him look serious, but it didn’t work. Mike doesn’t do seriousness. In fact, he looked incredibly cute like this.
You accepted your fate and started talking about your night with Dave. Mike was surprisingly calm and just listened to your ramblings. After you finished with how you got home and ended up crying your soul out in the tree house, Mike wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close. 
“How do you want me to kill him, sweetcheeks? Slowly and cruel? Or fast and gorey?” This time he actually managed to look serious but yet, it made you snort. 
“I actually would prefer getting him back.” you admitted, feeling totally stupid while doing so because you knew it was, in fact, totally stupid. But it was the truth. You were still in love with Dave. Even when you knew that he had treated you awfully.
Mike looked at you with an odd look on his face. “You really want that, do you?” he asked and you nodded. You felt ashamed, but you wouldn’t ever lie to your best friend. “Yes, I love him.”
Mike nudged your shoulder. “Then, we’ll get him back for you,” he told you determinedly. You must have looked at him like an idiot because he couldn’t hold back a chuckle.
“We’ll make him so incredibly jealous that he won’t be able to think of anything else as how to get you back, sweetcheeks.”
“How would we get him jealous? It’s not like he didn’t know what he’d lose…” But Mike interrupted your sermon. 
“You’ll be dating a hot guy and making out with him whenever Dave is near you. He’ll be regretting every second that he didn’t make you feel like the only woman in the world.” A smug smirk that was so typical of Mike appeared on his face. But you could not comprehend what he was talking about. 
“Who the hell should I be dating? It's not like there’s a queue of hot guys waiting for me.” This idea was just stupid and for the first time in your life, Mike actually managed to make you feel worse than before.
But Mike didn’t let go of his idea. “Well, first of all, I am pretty certain that I would find some hot guys who’d love to participate in this. However, as we don’t want you to really be dating someone, I volunteer to take that part.”
Now that was too much. You burst out laughing. This silly idiot almost had you believe…. Then you looked into his face. He sat there, his eyebrows raised, a crooked smile, giving you his best version of puppy eyes. He was serious!
“No!” You shook your head insistently. Mike sank his chin on his chest, blinking at you through his lashes. “No, Mike! I'm not making out with you. That's gross!”
He grabbed his heart, pretending to be hurt. “So you don't think I'm hot?” he asked which you answered with an eye roll. 
“Mike, I have known you as long as I can think of. That would be just awkward. And let's be real, nobody would believe we would ever actually date.”
Mike pouted at you, and you weren't sure anymore if it was just play-pretend, or if he maybe really was hurt a little. 
“I am pretty sure half of our friends ask themselves why the hell we're NOT dating, sweetcheeks,” he pointed out. And he was probably right. Which didn't make it any less odd.
“I don't know, Mike. I don't want to risk our friendship with that. And we don't even know if it will work.” But Mike insisted that it was the best chance for you to win back Dave.
“And we're not risking anything, sweetcheeks. I've hugged and kissed you before. It's not that much different. Our friendship is strong enough to endure some making out sessions.”
You ran out of counterarguments, and so you ended that bizarre night by making plans for dates with your childhood friend.
The next few days you met Mike in your old tree house, making a battle plan for your fake relationship. 
You started with photos for social media. That was actually hilarious, and you ended up laughing so much that you even forgot the reason why you were making pictures of Mike and yourself sucking each other's faces. Mike was goofing around constantly, making faces between kisses and tickling you. 
“Ouch. Mike! Did you just bite into my cheek?” You rubbed your stinging face, trying your best to look at Mike as if you were about to murder him. “I call you sweetcheeks for a reason. You taste good. Couldn’t resist. You should be glad I was heading for your face.” He looked at you through his lashes and you couldn’t be mad at him for real. Instead, you swore to get revenge.
The next day you started a pretend Netflix and chill and in the end you had a great night, cuddling with Mike on your couch and watching your favorite horror movies. Mike started to throw popcorn at you until you finally had enough and you wrestled him down. You straddled him and gripped his wrists, making him punch himself in his face. When Mike tried to get free, both of you crashed down on the floor, the bowl of popcorn following you, and you ended up crying in laughter.
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But then there was the first real challenge. Your friend's group wanted to spend the night at the beach. And you and Mike were supposed to have your first outing as a couple. You were nervous as hell. But at last, it wasn't that bad at all.
Mike was always very physical in showing affection, even as a friend. And so, it didn't feel too awkward to spend the evening in his lap, his arms wrapped tight around you. Even the small pecks he pressed on your cheek and temple felt good. 
And it worked, every time you checked on Dave you noticed him turning his eyes away from you. 
When it was getting late, Mike whispered in your ear: “We need to step it up a notch, Sweetcheeks.” Without any further explanation, he pulled your leg over his thighs, making you straddle him. He cupped your face with both of his hands and gave you a kiss like you had never experienced before. You noticed how your body reacted to Mike's ministrations, and you couldn't decide whether you wanted to make him stop it or just enjoy the tingling feeling. When he finally pulled away, you gasped.
“I never thought you'd be such a good kisser!” you said, and Mike proudly beamed at you.
For the rest of the evening you kept your position with your legs wrapped around Mike's waist and from time to time Mike acted in his best boyfriend manner, kissing you senseless, running his fingers up and down your skin or maybe even groping your butt. 
You didn't miss the look Dave gave you when Mike helped you to get up, and he walked you home, his arm wrapped tight around your waist. Even when you had brought enough distance between your friends at the beach and you, Mike didn't stop holding you tight and pressing some pecks on your cheek from time to time. He was so happy about how successful his show was and talked to you about it the whole way back to your homes. 
When you arrived at your porch, Mike pulled you close one last time and gave you another kiss that made your legs tremble.
“Mike, we're alone, you can stop pretending.” you scolded him, although you weren't able to suppress a giggle.
Mike let out a soft chuckle himself. “I'm method acting!” he told you, giving you one of his awkward winks before he turned to his own door. 
That night you didn’t get to sleep a lot. Your mind kept coming back to your evening. And you realized that you didn’t think of Dave even once. All you cared for was Mikey. How it had felt to be so close to him. How his kisses were messing with you. How your body reacted to him. That you wanted more of this.
It was time to start panicking! You were not supposed to feel this way! You should have known that this whole fake dating idea was stupid. But now it was too late. You were lying in your bed and dreamt about your best friend kissing you. 
You managed to spend three days without seeing Mike and it helped to get your head clear again. By now, you were sure it was just the drinks and the romantic bonfire setting that had tricked you into that stupid idea of having feelings for Mike. And then Mike’s head appeared in the door of the treehouse where you were reading. And you felt your heart skip a beat.
“Kimberly is celebrating her birthday in her dad's beach house this weekend,” Mike started as he dropped next to you. There was an odd expression on his face. Something was on his mind, and you had the feeling that you wouldn't like it.
“That's cool!” you said, suspiciously eyeing him. His smile widened and you knew you were right.
“What's the matter? You are planning something.” You attempted to look stern at him, though you were sure you failed at it. 
“Not planning anything, sweetcheeks. But Kimberly was making plans on where everyone was going to sleep. And as we're dating…”
Your heart was racing in your chest. You couldn’t freak out now. But you did. “No, Michael, we're not spending the night in one bed!” You pointed your finger at him. “You're going to call Kim and tell her we'll be needing separate rooms!” You couldn't be sleeping next to Mike. All these staged touches and kisses already messed up your feelings. That wasn’t going to end well.
Mike just frowned at you. “Sweetcheeks, everyone saw photos of us sharing the same bed. What do you want to tell them? That you're suddenly converted to some Christian purity cult?” He chuckled at the thought of it. “Aside from that, we've been sleeping in the same bed before.”
You rolled your eyes. “That was when we were twelve, Mike! Totally different circumstances…”
“Nothing changed. You were my best friend then and you are my best friend now. Sweetcheeks, why are you freaking out?”
You wanted to scream at him that everything had changed. Mike’s body had changed, your body had changed. Your feelings had changed, for fuck's sake. How could you not freak out? But saying all this wasn’t an option. Not now and not ever.  
“I won’t go then,” you decided, leading Mike to snap his eyes wide open and watch you in disbelief. 
“No! You can’t do that. We can’t miss that opportunity. Just think about it. All we have to do is sleep and Dave will be fuming.” He wasn’t wrong. 
A thousand thoughts were running through your brain: There was no way of getting out of this without making Mike suspicious anyway. And if you were careful enough, you could do this. You could spend the night with Mike in one bed. And then Dave would be running back to you, and you’d be with him and everything would be back to normal. 
“Promise me that you keep away from me,” you demanded. For Mike it must have appeared like you were furious and totally out of your mind. When in fact you were scared – and out of your mind.
“I won’t touch you, I swear!” Mike shook his head as he looked at you, a disappointed expression on his face. 
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You didn’t talk much with Mike after that until the weekend was finally there and you packed your stuff for Kim’s party. Mike was standing in the door frame watching you as you stuffed everything in your backpack. 
“Swimsuit?” he reminded you, but you shook your head. “I won’t need one.”
“Sweetcheeks, there’s a pool, you’ll need one. Show Dave what he’s missing out. That gorgeous boobies need to be on full display.” 
‘It wasn’t unusual for Mike to talk like that. It’s just how he is. But this time you froze as he mentioned your chest. Deciding that it was better to just ignore it, you took your bikini out of your drawer and put it into the backpack. “Let’s go” you told Mike and pushed him to the side, so you could run down the stairs and escape his gaze.
When you arrived, Kim showed you your room so you could drop your bags. You stared at the twin size bed standing at the window and wanted to run. How were you supposed to fit in there with Mike? He was lean but he was also tall. He had wide shoulders, and a some nice butt. Damn! 
“Sorry, I know it’s small,” Kimberly said. “But I thought since you’re still so newly in love you wouldn’t mind…” 
Mike wrapped his arm around your waist and kissed your temple. “Thanks, Kim. It’s perfect,” he answered. You wanted to smack him. Perfect? You were going to die tonight. Or maybe you’d kill him, that would solve the problem, too.
Dave wasn’t there yet, so at least you could enjoy the party while avoiding Mike as often as possible. You were chatting with your friends, watching the boys play beer pong, when Dave arrived, his new girl hugging his arm as if she were afraid to get lost. 
The next moment, Mike’s hands touched your waist and ran over your belly until you were in a tight hug. Mike whispered in your ear: “Here we go, showtime!” You held your breath, counted to ten and hoped that Mike didn’t notice the goosebumps that covered your whole body. 
From then on, there was no chance of avoiding Mike. He was constantly by your side. Touches, kisses. He was dancing with you. He even convinced you to change into your swimsuit and get into the pool. That’s where you were now. Your back pressed to the edge, you were caged between Mike’s thighs and arms. His face inches from yours. 
“It’s working, sweetcheeks. Did you see? Dave is staring all the time. And his girl isn’t amused.” Your heart was pounding and it had absolute nothing to do with Dave. All you could think of was how good it felt to be trapped by Mike, to feel his lips brush over yours. You needed to get away from this.
Determinedly, you pushed Mike’s arm to the side and climbed the ladder to get out of the pool. You were about to storm off somewhere where you were alone, so you could break down and cry. But then there was this girl in front of you.
“You can have him. I’m not dating this idiot just to watch him stare at your ass.” With that, she turned and ran down the stairs. You couldn’t do anything else than blink and stand there, frozen. You saw Dave getting up, for a moment he was looking at you as if was about to say something, but then he ran after his girlfriend.
Mike appeared by your side, pressing a kiss on your cheek. “Perfect timing, sweetcheeks. Looks as if you’d get what you wanted.” He smiled at you, but his eyes didn’t meet the expression. Instead, he looked as if he lost a game. And Mike was a sore loser.
You were still completely lost what was happening and what you should do. So you grabbed a bottle of cheap wine and finally ran off to the beach. You hadn’t even gotten to the first half of the bottle when Mike had found you. 
“What are you doing, sweetcheeks? Why are you acting like that? It’s been working out great, hasn’t it?” You sniffled into his chest.
“I don’t know, Mike. I feel like a bad person. Lying to everyone.” To be true, you hated that you were lying to him. The one person you could always tell anything. But you couldn’t tell him that. Which made you feel worse. What a great clusterfuck!
“You are wonderful! It’s a shame that it needs all these tricks to make others see it. But I know that you are. You’re as far away as it goes from being a bad person.” He pulled you up on your feet, hugging you one armed while taking the bottle from you with his other hand.
“Let’s get you back to the party. Maybe Dave is already waiting. I can improvise making a scene, so you can be with him.” Your stomach turned just by thinking about Mike splitting up with you. What the hell? You weren’t dating for real! That’s what you wanted. But you couldn’t stop thinking how much you’d hate to lose those moments with Mike.
He had left you in the garden and told you to wait while he was getting you some water. You looked around, trying to find something or someone to distract you from your thoughts.
And Kimberly was there to safe you. She stopped next to you with a grin.
“What a drama, hu? As if it is your fault that Dave is gawking at your ass. But at least that idiot was smart enough to run after his shrew. As if he could stand a chance against Mike. Everybody sees how perfect you are together. It was about time.” So much for getting distracted. You must have looked puzzled because Kim was pointing over to the pool. There was Dave sitting on a lounger, his girlfriend back in his lap. You started to laugh hysterically. 
Mike appeared next to and followed your eyes. He shook his head, biting back the comment that shouldn’t slip him as long as Kimberly was standing next to you. Instead, he took you in his arms and kissed your cheek. He walked you closer to the pool until you were standing right at the back of Dave.
“Hey, sweetcheeks. What do you think, Should we go to bed?” He nuzzled his nose into your neck and nipped at your ear. It felt so good, you weren’t able to form a word. So you just hummed in approval. Mike let go of you just to take your hand and guide you back to the house. He was watching Dave’s reaction as you passed him, but you couldn’t care less about Dave. You didn’t know what got into you, but there was only one thing in the world that you wanted and that was to be alone with Mike in that ridiculously small bed.
Mike was heading for the small en-suite first, then it was your turn. When you got back, he was standing in the middle of the room, wearing an old shirt and sweatpants. You looked down on yourself, your tank top and shorts a lot more revealing. 
Apparently, you had a totally wrong idea of how that night would end. And you couldn’t blame Mike. You had made him swear to leave you alone. And he was still absolutely clueless about what you felt for him. He was expecting an awkward night with his best friend, trying not to touch you without falling off the bed. And thinking about it, what in the hell had made you think that he’d want to spend the night with you in that way. For him this thought probably was as ridiculous and gross as it was for you - before you had started this whole mess. 
Mike’s eyes were staring at the carpet as you passed him to get into the bed. When you were settled in the corner, he followed you, trying his best to keep his distance, which was impossible. His shoulder rubbed at your arm and his knee was brushing over your calf. 
With a sigh, he turned to his side, looking at you with wide eyes. “You were right, it’s totally odd.” Both of you laughed, easing the tension that had built between you as soon as you had entered the room. 
And then it happened. You had no idea who started it, but suddenly Mike’s mouth was on yours. The touch of your tongues shot electric shocks through your body. You grabbed Mikes side and pulled him closer, grinding your hips against his. He moaned into your mouth as your soft chest pressed against his. The hands of you both were searching for skin, yours tugging on Mike’s shirt while his ran along the back of your thighs. Hastily you undressed each other. Relishing the feeling of his warm skin on yours, you found the courage to go for the last step. With hitched breaths, you reached out to touch his dick. Mike’s moan reverberated through the room and you were surprised he was this loud. But damn, it did things to you. You pressed his shoulder down, so he was on his back, and you made your way down his chest, along the soft tuft of hair until he was right in front of you. You wrapped your hand around his cock again and your tongue darted out to lick over his tip. Mike pressed another groan through his gritted teeth. 
“Damn, sweetcheeks, what are you doing?” You didn’t have any plans on answering him even if you hadn’t just put his dick in your mouth. Instead, you started bobbing your head up and down his shaft. You paid attention to every breath and every sound of Mike, trying to find all the little things that he liked. But soon you couldn’t focus anymore on him because his fingers had found its way between your legs and what he did there was making every thought of you blur. Now it was you moaning desperately around his cock, as he carefully tested what made you clench around his fingers. 
He pumped them in and out, curled to reach that spot that made you go insane. You felt your climax approaching so fast and then it washed over you. Your limbs giving in, you collapsed on the bed. But after caching your breath you got up again. You had noticed the condoms, casually placed on the nightstand. Kimberly surely was a great friend. You reached for one of them and opened the unruly foil package with your teeth. 
A look at Mike’s face told you that he wanted this as much as you did. So you rolled the condom over his cock and let yourself fall onto the mattress next to him. You guided him to lay between your widespread legs and Mike positioned himself at your entrance. Then Mike pushed forward and you felt him inside of you. The kiss he pressed onto your lips showed the desperation that he tried to hide in the slow and steady moves of his hips. But it didn’t take long until he couldn’t hold back any longer and his thrusts got harder and faster. You felt another climax built up in your core and begged him not to stop. And he didn’t. He pulled your legs over his shoulders, slamming his hips into your ass relentlessly until he felt you come undone around his cock. Only seconds after he found his own release, jerking as he spilled his seed into the sheath.
Mike planted a kiss on your forehead before getting up and going to the bathroom. He wasn’t away too long but when he got back he found you already asleep, completely exhausted by the overwhelming flood of emotions. 
So you didn’t notice how Mike lay awake for hours just watching you, thinking about everything that happened, everything he had felt for such a long time. You didn’t catch him brushing hair out of your face before he placed a soft kiss on your lips. You didn’t watch him as he peered at the incoming text on your phone. You didn’t see him leaving the room when the sun was rising and bathed your face in warm orange light.
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When you woke up you knew that something was not the way it should have been. It took you a second to realize it was Mike who wasn’t by your side. For a moment, you wondered if you had drunken too much and just imagined the whole night. But moving your hips you felt the soreness that was proof enough that this wasn’t a dream. 
You got up, gathered your stuff and put on whatever clothes you found in your backpack. A bunch of eyes landed upon you as you rushed down the stairs. Kim and some more friends were already sitting at the kitchen island with oats and coffee. 
“Hey, are you okay? Where’s Mikey?” Kimberly asked, but you just shook your head and ran to the entrance, hoping that they hadn’t noticed the tears gathering in the corner of your eyes.
As you stood in the driveway, you saw that Mike’s car was still standing there. First you thought that maybe he was just at the beach. But then you saw the note on the windshield. 
“Hey, Sweetcheeks! I’m sorry! That’s not how it should have been. Keys are in your backpack!”
The whole drive back to your home tears were falling freely. How could you just fuck up the relationship with the one man you always trusted, the one that you loved? He was your best friend, and he should have been that forever. But now you had lost him.
You were standing on Mike’s porch, but then you turned. If he had wanted to talk he would have stayed. Without thinking, you walked around the house and climbed up to your hideout. 
If you had been thinking, you would have guessed that Mike was there. The old treehouse wasn’t only your shelter, it was his equally. 
But what you would have never guessed was how you found him. Mike was curled up into a ball on the bed. He didn’t move when you got closer. You noticed the old photo album lying next to him. The open page showed pictures of you two, the last summer before you went to college. You remembered how much time the both of you spent together that year. It was probably the best time of your life. New tears fell down your cheeks.
As you sniffled, Mike finally noticed you and sat up. His head was still hanging low, but you saw that his cheeks were red and his eyes puffy and bloodshot. 
“You shouldn’t be here, sweetcheeks,” he muttered. “Go and get your man.” He closed his eyes again and wrapped his arms around his knees, forming a ball once more. 
You put the album on the floor to make room for you and sat beside him. 
“That’s what I’m trying, silly.” Your hand brushed over his curls. Mike raised his head again. His eyes found yours and you could see his pain in them. 
“Didn’t you see Dave’s message? He wants you back. We made it.” His voice broke and he turned to look out of the small window, avoiding your gaze.
“Mike! Do you really think that this night didn’t mean anything to me? Don’t you see what I feel? What I want?” Your fingers hooked under his chin and you turned him to look at you.
“When I woke up this morning I thought I had lost you. That you didn’t want me. But now I see that we both want the same. You do want this, don’t you?” 
Mike’s eyes were big as saucers as he looked at you, but there was a spark in it that wasn’t there moments ago. “Sweetcheeks, I have wanted this since we were eighteen.”
And then you were in his arms and your mouth on his. Knowing this was real, this was what you both wanted, this kiss tasted so much sweeter, Mike’s skin was so much softer. Your heart was going to explode.
When everything you did last night was rushed and full of lust, this time you both savored every moment. Fingers were slowly brushing over skin. Soft kisses were placed on every inch of your bodies. Carefully you striped down your clothes, piece for piece. When Mike opened your bra, he hummed contently before he dipped his head right into your chest. He nipped at your skin, making his way to your hardened bud. His tongue circled around it before he started to suck. To pay attention to the other one, he rolled it between his fingers. You moaned into his mouth, his ministrations leading you to clench your thighs together.
This didn’t go unnoticed by Mike. He knelt down on the floor, rolling down your panties. Then he hooked both his arms under your thighs, holding your legs wide open and sank his head into your exposed pussy. The sensation of whatever he did with his mouth made you whimper and cry out his name. As you came undone you threw your head back with a cry. When you opened your eyes again, you saw Mike still kneeling between your legs, biting his lower lip with a proud smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
You pulled him up to the bed again and as soon as he sat down, you straddled his thighs. Running your hands up and down his chest, you sighed. “I wish I could fuck you right here and now.” 
Mike grinned as he bent down to kiss you hard. His tongue was eagerly exploring your mouth. And when he pulled back, he told you: “We could arrange that.”
You just loved the way he looked at you. But you shook your head. “We need a condom, Mike!” He raised an eyebrow, his look asking you silently if you really thought that was a problem. 
He searched through the little box next to the bed, not letting you go from your place in his lap. And it didn’t take long until he held a condom up for you to see.
“I told you I wanted this to happen for a long time.” That little shit really didn’t want to miss a chance. You loved that. Warily you glanced at the date printed on the foil packaging. But of course, he thought of that, too.
You watched as Mike sheathed himself. There was this moment that seemed to last forever where both of you didn’t move, just staring in each other's eyes. And then you lifted yourself from his thighs just to sink down inch for inch on his cock. You couldn’t explain, but everything felt even better as the night before. It was intense, it felt as if you were about to burst, although you were hardly moving. You wrapped your legs around his waist and rolled your hips.
“I love you, Mikey” you whispered. Mike stared deep into your eyes. He moaned as you slowly rocked your body on his cock. “I love you, too, sweetcheeks.”
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🎧Elle the Space Unicorn's Masterlist🎧
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Reader inserts will have no descriptors, OFCs will be black and plus-sized(unless otherwise stated). I love being able to give girls/femmes who look like me the chance to romance some of their faves.
🎧Bless my current muse...🎧
I love to write fanfiction. Right now, my main muse is Henry Cavill. But I also like some Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters (see below who I will write for - send prompts or requests to @ellethespaceunicorn HERE).
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Masterlist is under the Cut...
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Bright Like The Moon (ongoing)
Love, Napoleon (ongoing)
Scrapbook (finished)
Daddy Knows Best (possibly on hiatus)
Don't Take My Sunshine Away (possibly on hiatus)
Touch and Go (possibly ongoing)
The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)
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What Are You Doing, StepBro?
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Humphrey x Stepsister!Reader
Summary: You and Humphrey don’t have the best start, but before long you will reach an arrangement.
Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader
Summary: Clark needs to give over to his submissive urges, specifically he yearns to be tied up and owned.
I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Reader
Summary: Napoleon wines and dines.
Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC}
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader
Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU
Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.
Make That Kitty Purr [Director's Cut] {DARKER FIC}
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader
Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU
Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.
Some Things You Just Can’t Refuse
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Dom!Clark Kent x Sub!Reader
Summary: A collection of first times with Clark Kent, and one last time.
Happy Birthday, Cupcake
Rating: General
Pairing: Clark Kent x PlusSize!Reader
Summary: Clark surprises you for your birthday.
Treat Me Like A Slut
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: August Walker x Reader
Summary: August has had enough of your antics, and you’re going to pay for it.
Sometimes The Silence Guides A Mind
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader
Summary: As you were getting close to Sherlock, he stops visiting. You pop over to Baker Street and share an eye-opening moment.
Don't Take Your Eyes Off It
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader 
Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and you have a surprise for Steve!
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Fifteen Minutes
Character: Walter Marshall x Unnamed Black!OFC
Rating: Explicit
Summary: What Walter does with 15 minutes of his time.
There Is A Light That Never Goes Out
Pairing: Syverson x Reader 
Rating: Mature
Summary: When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU.
Pretty As A Picture
Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader
Rating: Explicit
Summary: What started as a hobby day in the park turns into Lloyd Hansen showing you why taking photos of strangers is a bad idea.
Something Old, Something New
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Nick Fowler x Reader
Summary: Your childhood best friend invites you to your old vacation spot for her wedding, and you have been catching up with your first crush: her recently divorced big brother Nick.
Oxytocin
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Older!Black!Fem!OFC
Summary: At a New Year's Eve party, Ransom Drysdale's life is forever changed by a chance meeting with Ivy Kensington.
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My Little Strawberry
Pairing: Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)
Rating: Mature
Summary: A follow-up to Shape Up. Sy has a conversation with his baby girl while she’s still in your stomach. 
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Doing Something Unholy
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Charles Brandon x Reader
Summary: This is a prompt fill for some teasing of Charles Brandon and then him taking over.
Praise You
Rating: General, pure fluff
Pairing: Clark Kent x Insecure PlusSize!Reader
Summary: Clark Kent loves everything about you, especially what you think are your flaws.
Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader
Summary: You hate everything about Detective Walter Marshall. He feels the same about you. Now, kiss!
Shape-Up
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Cpt Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)
Summary: Syverson and his girl, Peaches, try and trim his beard without causing a ruckus. Spoiler alert: they fail.
Follow-up to Shape-Up: My Little Strawberry
The Paganini Problem
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader
Summary: Being Sherlock’s wife proves to be difficult when a case stumps him.
Power Play: After Hours
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Black!Reader
Summary: What happens when Lloyd sees you, his assistant, in something other than what you usually wear? Well, you should be worried about what he does when he sees you.
No Good Deeds
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Landlord!Ari Levinson x Reader
Summary: Moving out on your own is challenging, but your landlord, Mr. Levinson is kind and helpful. But he may want more from you than your tenancy.
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Walter Marshall - Hobbies
Lloyd Hansen - Family, Quirks/Hobbies, Sleep
Lloyd Hansen - What happens when reader starts dressing to match lloyd?
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Walter Marshall (Night Hunter)
Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)
Clark Kent (Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League)
Humphrey (Stardust)
Charles Brandon (The Tudors)
Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld)
Napoleon Solo (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)
August Walker (Mission: Impossible - Fallout)
Will Shaw (The Cold Light of Day)
Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes films)
Captain Syverson (Sand Castle)
Evan Marshall (Blood Creek)
Melot (Tristan and Isolde)
Thomas Apreas (Hotel Laguna)
Chas Quilter (The Inspector Lyndley Mysteries)
Stephen Colley (I Capture the Castle)
I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR HENRY
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Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)
Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)
Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)
Steve Rogers (Avengers films)
Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)
Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)
Nick Gant (PUSH)
Jake Jensen (The Losers)
I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR CHRIS
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Bucky Barnes (Marvel)
Charles Blackwood (We Have Always Lived in the Castle)
Steve Kemp (Fresh)
Max (Sharper)
Nick Fowler (The 355)
Lee Bodecker (The Devill All The Time)
Chris (Destroyer)
Justin Capshaw (Law & Order)
I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR SEBASTIAN
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Let me know if you wanna be added and for what plz, so far only these categories 😁 Let me know if you ever want to be removed!
General Fanfiction (Everything)
Henry Fanfiction
Chris Fanfiction
August Walker
Bright Like The Moon
Love, Napoleon!
Daddy Knows Best
Don't Take My Sunshine Away
The Howling in Claw Creek Forest
~Please DON'T ask me to tag you in a series that you've never 'liked' or 'reblogged'. It's just kind of rude. Also, don't ask for an ETA on the next chapter.~
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The First Date
Pairing: Walter Marshall x Latina/Hispanic! Reader
Summary: Walter and Y/N go on a proper first date since they kissed in the interrogation room
Warning: spelling and grammatical errors because I don’t proofread
A/N: “Don Refri” is very popular, considering the fact that my followers are mostly because of my previous work, and I’m so happy! But would anyone be interested in being tagged in my other Henry Cavill fanfics? I have 2 Walter Marshall one shots out, I’m working on 2 August Walker ones, AND I really want to write a Mikey (I am watching Hellraiser as I write this, btw) one because he’s the main reason why I fell for Henry Cavill so I thought it would be fitting. LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED IN MY OTHER HENRY CAVILL FICS, also send requests if you want.
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On the bright side, Walter was not suspended for punching Tyler Delgado in the face…twice.
However, he did have to do desk duty with Y/N for a week which is anything but a punishment. Walter and Y/N have been having lunch together every day and have being working late together every night. And of course when everyone else has left the station, they have a little fun, nothing more than making out though because there was no way in fuck the first time they have sex will be in the workplace. Walter considered himself to be more romantic than that.
It was the last day that Walter had desk duty (Tuesday) so he was at Y/N's desk, eating a doughnut while Y/N was typing the reports. She turns her head to see Walter's lips covered with icing.
"You could help me, you know? It would make this workload a whole lot lighter." Y/N said.
"I could help but you look so beautiful when you're typing." Walter said, leaning in to kiss her cheek but Y/N pushed him away slightly.
"Not when there are other people here, I thought we dicussed this." Y/N said.
"Well then I guess I would just have to wait until our date." Walter said. Y/N furrowed her brows.
"Our date? I don't remember being asked out on a date." Y/N said. Walter turned Y/N's chair so she is facing him.
"Y/N, my dear, will you do me the honors of accompanying me to dinner Saturday night?" Walter asked.
"What a gentleman. I would love to have dinner with you." Y/N replied. "now please wash your hands so you can help me file this in the records room." Y/N said.
"Of course, my lady." Walter said, getting up from his chair, he kissed Y/N's cheek quickly before she had time to react. When Walter left, Rachel sat down in his chair.
"How's it like working with detective grumpy so close to you? Has he been correcting the way you fill out forms?" Rachel asked.
"No, not really. He has been fine to work with, he has just been observing me, I guess. Makes me nervous, but it is fine." Y/N said, telling Rachel half of the truth. Yes, having Walter work next to her made her nervous, but thats because he is a good looking British man that wants to kiss her all the time.
"I get that. But at least he'll be back doing his thing tomorrow. I got to do something real quick." Rachel said.
The following days were normal, Walter went back to his detective duties. He would ask Y/N to his office as usual, get in a few kisses here and there, he would sometimes bring her mexican baked goods from a coffe shop, it was business as usual and no one suspects a thing.
Y/N and Walter were almost done for the day. Luckily Saturday has been very a slow day. Y/N was cleaning up her desk when Walter came out of his offcie.
"You ready to go?" Walter asked her.
"Yes I am." Y/N replied. They both left the department and kissed each other goodbye.
"I'll pick you up at 7." Walter said, walking to his truck. Y/N followed him.
"Great, where are we going?" Y/N asked.
"It is a surprise." Walter said, getting in his truck.
"What do I wear this date?" Y/N asked.
"Whatever you're comfortable with." Walter said.
"You're not helping, just thought you should know that." Y/N said.
"Darling, it is winter in Minnesota, wear somehting comfortable. I'll see you later." Walter drove off and Y/N did the same once she got into her car.
Y/N made it to her apartment and realized it was already 4:30. She can't really prepare for her date on an empty stomach so she quickly made 3 quesadillas and ate while she began contemplating what to wear. Obviously she could not go wrong with a little black dress. But she is Latina so a red dress would compliment her more and make her stand out. She took a big bite out of her quesadilla.
"Ay, que dificil es ser yo." Y/N whined, she got out her phone and played music, connecting it to the charger because there is no way she's going on a date with her phone at 43%. "I could always wear a skirt..."
Walter wasn't having an easy time picking out what to wear either. He put on a Henley shirt and flannel of the same color, he was totally okay with the outfit until he looked at himself in the mirror.
"Oh god, I look like a Winchester brother." Walter said before he took off the flannel. The navy blue henley looks fine with his jeans and snow boots. Then he started thinking if a button down shirt would be better but he settled on the blue henley.
Y/N on the other hand was still choosing.
"Ugh, why am i like this?" Y/N questioned. "Fuck it." Y/N said, pulling out a dark/emerald green long sleeve sheer lace top, a black camisole, and black high waisted jeans. Once she changed, obviously wearing thermal leggings underneath the jeans because it is fucking winter, she put on her black combat boots and add some jewelry to dress up the look. Was debating whether or not to do her makeup to she decided on...(Your choice whether or not to do makeup). She sprayed her favorite perfume, and now was looking in the mirror...staring at her hair. (Again, your choice if you want to style your hair or not).
Walter was doing his hair, actually taking care of his curls this time. He wet his hair and started styling it with whatever hair products he bought at target that his barber recommended. He diffused his hair to speed up the drying process. When he finised, he trimmed his beard, sprayed cologne, texted his friend to see if the surprise for later was almost ready and he got the thumbs up saying it should be finished by the time they go. Walter looked at the clock and saw that it was 6:30. He drove to the florist to pick up a boquet of Y/N's favorite flowers (mine are peonies, you can tell in my other work) that he had ordered earlier, and then drove to Y/N's apartment.
Y/N was walking around the apartment, overthinking about her date. Am i overdressed? Am i underdressed? What if it is a disaster? What if he realizes we are better off as friends. Or even worse, friends with benefits. Like good enough to make out with but not enough to pursure a relationship with. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard the doorbell ring. Y/N walked over to her door to buzz up Walter. A few moments later, there was a knock and Y/N opened the door to see Walter. Ugh, he looked so handsome.
"Good evening, my lady, these are for you." Walter said, handing Y/N the bouqet he had hidden behind him. Y/N smiled and smelled the flowers.
"These are so beautiful, Don Refri, my favorite. Come in, I'll put these in water and then I'll grab my coat so we can go." Y/N said, moving over to let Walter through and closed the door.
"You look beautiful, by the way. Green is definitely your color." Walter said, following Y/N into the kitchen.
"Thank you, I was panicking. Your curls look beautiful, by the way. Why don't you style them like this for work? Not that i don't love your hair all the time. And you trimmed your beard, you did all this for me?" Y/N asked when she finished filling a vase with water and unwrapping the bouqet to place them in the vase.
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"Of course i did. I am afraid with how much I run my had through my hair, these curls won't stand a chance at work. Let's go, our journey awaits." Walter said. Y/N had her coat in hand and Walter helped her put it on (such a gentleman) and they left the apartment, Y/N locking the door behind her. When they make it outside, Walter opened the passenger door for Y/N, helping her in the truck and closing the door. Then Walter got in the truck. There were times when Walter was driving that he would drive with one hand (which i find hot) and had his right hand on Y/N's thigh. They make it to their destination and Walter helped her out the truck.
"no way, you brought me too La Grolla? I always wanted to eat here." Y/N said.
"I know, let's go in, shall we? We have a reservation." Walter said. He took her hand to his lips, placing a kiss, and they entered the restaurant. "Table for two under Walter Marshall."
"Ah yes, right this way." The hostess lead them to their table, Walter had his hand on Y/N's lower back, guiding her to their table, he then pulled out Y/N's chair and pushed it in once she was seated.
"Wow, Don Refri, you are making me believe that i should have dated British men years ago." Y/N said, taking off her coat.
"I'd say that you should have but I feel quite honored being your first British man." Walter took off his coat and Y/N would have drooled then and there because the way this muscles look in the henley was nothing short of sinful. Her eyes looked him over and Walter chuckled. "I take it you like the henley."
"There is just somehing about men wearing henleys that is so slutty and orgasmic." Y/N said
"Then maybe I'll start wearing them to work." Walter teased, winking at the end.
"Don't you dare, I wouldn't be able to concetrate." Y/N said.
Dinner went well, Walter ordered wine for them, they talked, then Walter got a text that it was finished.
"Do you want dessert or are you ready for the next part of the surprise?" Walter said.
"Another surprise? Wow, yes, lets go, I'm ready." Y/N said. Walter laughed lightly at her excitement. He asked for the check, he paid, and they left, walking to his truck. He drove to a lot where the winter carnival is. "Wait, i thought Friday was the last day."
"it is, but I helped the owner once and he said he owed me one. This is it." Walter said. Thats when everything turned on, the lights were beautiful. "So, my lady, what do you want to do first? I think its tradition as carnival dates go is to win you a prize."
"Okay then, lets see if you can win me a prize at the ring toss." Y/N challenged. She knew he was going to win but its fun to tease him. The owner was the one monitoring everything so wherever Walter and Y/N went, he followed to host the game or operate the ride. So far, Walter has won Y/N 5 stuffed animals. "Okay, Don Refri, I think this is enough." she said.
"Yeah, we need to talk about that nickname. I love it, I really do, but you said that you would stop if i started expressing my feelings, right? I started expressing my feelings to you, I think it is time that I get called something else." Walter said.
"I still have to call you that at work though, just until we tell everyone we are dating. Are you okay with that, corazón?”
"Corazón? That means 'heart', right?" Walter asked.
"Yes it does, because you have my heart." Y/N leaned up to kiss him.
"Mm, you know what else is tradition to carnival dates? Going to the ferris wheel and kissing at the very top." Walter said.
"Is that so? Then lets go, it is tradition afterall." Y/N said. Y/N place the stuffed animals on a table since they are the only ones there and went to the ferris wheel where the owner set them up and everything. It started going until it stopped when they were at the top. "The view is amazing up here."
"Yeah it is. You know, I'm very glad that you came to my police district. We never would have met otherwise." Walter said.
"True. Even though you were kind of an ass when we first met." Y/n said.
"And I am sorry for that. But now we're here. Now lets follow tradition." Walter said, leaning in to kiss Y/N. It was a soft and gentle kiss until it started to become more passionate and full of need. Walter pulls away. "You make me act like a teenager whenever you're around, and I love it so much, I never felt like this before."
"Me neither." Y/N said, kissing him again.
The night came to an end, Walter dropped off Y/N at her apartment, kissing her goodnight.
"See you at work tomorrow, my lady." Walter said, bowing.
"See you tomorrow, corazón." Y/N said, she closed the door and leaned against it. This was the best first date ever.
The End
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Starring: Dad!August, Mike, guest appearance; Syverson
Summary: August is not happy when his daughter first starts dating 'that Syverson boy'.
Word count: 4.4k
Warnings: Fluff, overprotective dad!August, family drama, teen angst, super-duper unreasonable parents, and vague mentions of teens having sex, I guess that needs a warning or something?
A/N: And now for something completely different... Written from August's POV. Unfortunately, he got married, and they had a baby, and unfortunately the baby was a girl, who is now unfortunately 16 years old, and unfortunately wants to date boys, who unfortunately happens to be the son of his college rival; James Syverson. 80% of this fic is just August being on the verge of having a fucking heart attack because of teen shenanigans. And they're not even that bad.
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“Daddy, come on, it’s just a date!”
“Princess, you’re too young to date.”
“Oh my god! Mom!” She stormed out of the kitchen, and you foolishly thought you could pick up the paper again. “Please talk some sense into dad!”
And there she was again. Both of them, even. You sighed and put the paper back down.
“August, for the love of God, she’s sixteen! She can date!” Your wife put her hands on her hips — you hated it when she did that.
“Not with that...” You struggled to find the words without letting the entire house in on why exactly you didn’t approve of this boy. Other than him wanting to do unspeakable things to your daughter, of course.
“He’s a sweet kid,” your wife said, rolling her eyes — you hated it when she did that, too.
“He’s a Syverson!” you blurted out. “She’s not going out with the son of that sleazy, good-for-nothing son of a—”
“Only if you can say it in church, August!” You didn’t even go to church! Neither did your wife, but it was her go-to way of keeping you from swearing, and as much as you hated to admit it, it worked.
“Junior can forget it,” you hissed through gritted teeth.
“Go get ready, sweetie,” your wife said to your daughter. Your blood was boiling. Did you have absolutely no authority in your own damn house? Not usually, no... “I’ll have a chat with your father.”
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“So, you want to take my daughter out?” You took pleasure in staring the boy in front of you down, and you were pleased to report he was scared to death. Or at least he had the decency to fake it.
“Yes, sir,” he said, swallowing audibly, “we’re going to see a movie. I’ll have her home by eleven.”
“Ten,” you replied brusquely.
“Dad!” your daughter squealed as she came down the stairs. “Can you be normal for like... Five seconds? Mom! He’s doing it again; he’s ruining my life!”
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, princess!” you scoffed.
“August, that’s enough!” You glared at your wife, who turned to the boy in front of you.
“You two have fun,” she said. “Bring her back in one piece, James.”
“Eh, it’s Mike, ma’am.” He didn’t look at her as he said it.
“I’m sorry?”
“My middle name is Michael. I’m not overly fond of the whole ‘Junior’ thing,” he admitted. “Anyway. When is her curfew, exactly? I really don’t want to get her in trouble.”
“Then leave—ow!” Maybe you deserved that kick in the shins.
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“She’s late,” you grumbled. “And I mean he brought her home late.”
“Oh, August, please! They’re right outside, you can hear them!” She rolled her eyes at you again.
“There’s too much giggling if you ask me,” you sneered. And right when you said it, the giggling stopped — which was far more disconcerting, as far as you were concerned.
“August, don’t,” your wife sighed as you got off the couch and walked towards the front door.
“That’s quite enough, young man,” you snapped when you pulled the door open and were met with the unpleasant sight of the Syverson boy harassing your precious little girl. That had to be it, right?
“Dad, oh my god! Stop embarrassing me!” She let out a frustrated scream and turned to Mike. “I’m so sorry, Mike... I’ll see you Monday, okay?”
As soon as the door closed behind her, you knew you were in for it.
“Dad, you are certifiably insane, okay? It was just a kiss, for fuck’s sake!”
“Language, young lady!” you tried, but you were fairly sure you’d find no backup in this case. Your wife was staring you down from the couch in the living room.
“No, dad,” she yelled. “You’re nuts. That’s it. Why can’t you just be normal? Why do you have to be crazy? You just totally humiliated me, like...”
“Princess, I’m just trying to protect you,” you said as you reached out to pull her into a hug, but she pushed you away.
“Daddy, I’m serious! We went to the movies, we had a really nice time and then he drove me home and so what if he kissed me? Like, you didn’t have to show up like that, acting like a complete psycho. It was beyond cringe! I’m literally mortified, like what were you even thinking?” She sighed dramatically and threw her hands up. “Whatever. I’m going to my room. Stay out of my business!”
“Well, that went... Well,” you said as you sat down on the couch, with the — admittedly false — hope of getting some sympathy from your lovely wife.
“No, August, it did not.”
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“Ok, so, we’ll be in my room,” she said, already tugging Mike along towards the stairs, and before you could say anything, they were gone.
“Hold on—” you started, but your wife grabbed your elbow, calming you down slightly. But only slightly.
“Let them,” she sighed, the sound cutting through you like a knife, “remember when we were young?” She wrapped her arms around your neck and kissed you, and it took everything to not push her away, knowing where her mind was — with her sixteen-year-old self, in her bedroom, fooling around with her high school sweetheart: none other than James Syverson.
Yes, James Syverson senior, the father of the boy who was upstairs with your daughter right now... The man who had beat you for captain of the football team. Twice. The man who had made a pass at your then-girlfriend when you were years into dating her and she was wearing your ring and your jacket with your name on it. Twice. Was it really so weird that you trusted his son about as far as you could throw him?
Soft lips on your neck pulled you away from your thoughts. “Try to remember that I married you?”
You smiled at her before leaning in for a kiss, wrapping her up in a tight embrace. “I’m a lucky man.”
“Ew, gross. Can you, like, not?”
A devilish smile played at your wife’s lips for a moment before she kissed you again a tad too theatrically.
“Oh my god, stop it! You’re old!” The look of disgust on your daughter’s face was absolutely priceless. “This is a kitchen! It’s a communal space!”
“So is the porch, princess,” you replied.
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“How many times do I have to tell you two; this door stays open—oh for the love of God! I don’t need to see that!”
“Then by all means, dad, leave the door closed!” You caught the pillow she threw at you, and Mike made a point of moving as far away from her as the bed would allow while mumbling an apology.
Your wife had been right — which you were never telling her, which didn’t even matter because she already knew, anyway — and Mike really wasn’t a bad kid. That didn’t mean you were okay with him feeling up your daughter, though. Or worse.
“We’re not doing that, princess. Nice try though.”
On your way downstairs, you were fairly sure you heard the bedroom door close again and you sighed.
“It’s okay, love,” your wife said as she wrapped her arms around you.
“It’s not,” you sighed. “I wish that boy would keep his filthy paws off our daughter.” Was it genuinely too much to ask for her to find a nice, non-hormonal boy her age who only wanted to sit next to her on the couch and hold her hand under strict parental supervision?
“Yes, August, that’s entirely too much to ask,” your wife snickered. You hadn’t even realized you’d actually voiced your thoughts. “Boys like that don’t exist. I remember you when you were eighteen… We were doing much worse things than they are.”
“But we were in college. Can’t we just… ban him from the house?” You slumped down on the couch and took the cup of coffee your wife was now holding out to you.
“We could,” she said, and for the first time, a smile appeared on your face that she managed to wipe off immediately: “But I’ve seen the inside of that car he drives.”
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It had been an interesting phone call, at one o’clock in the morning, from your daughter’s best friend’s mother, asking if her daughter had come home yet.
“How would I know that?” you had snapped at her. Surely, she didn’t expect you to know who was in her house in the middle of the night? It was her house…
“Because she’s staying with you,” the concerned mother had answered.
“Ah,” you answered, grabbing your wife’s shoulder and shaking her until she was awake. “We were under the impression that our daughter was staying with you.”
Your wife had called Mike’s parents, who had also established that their son was not where he was supposed to be.
Long story short: Everyone was in serious trouble.
And now you were on your way to some club, your knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel so hard, and you barely managed to stifle a yawn. In the passenger seat, your wife threatened to drift off to sleep. The only reason you had taken her with you was so you wouldn’t make a gigantic scene — no matter how much that was exactly what you wanted to do.
Syverson and his wife were already there, attempting to convince the bouncer to let them into the club without paying some ridiculous entrance fee, while your daughter’s friend’s parents stood off to the side, looking more and more nervous by the minute.
Your wife walked to the door. “Now you listen to me, pal,” she snapped. “My daughter is in there and if you don’t want me to get everyone here fired and then sue this place to high heavens for letting minors in, then you let us go in there and look for her right now, or so help me God!” She could be impressively scary, you noted as a smile slowly grew on your face.
She paced back to you and scowled at you when you kissed her on the forehead. “What the hell was that for?”
“You’re beautiful when you’re angry,” you said.
Your kids were, indeed, inside. They — your daughter and Mike, at least — were unlucky enough that you were the one to find them. Dancing. If you could call it that — and you quickly decided that you absolutely couldn’t call it that.
The music — again; if you could call it that — was incredibly loud, giving you a headache on top of your already particularly murderous mood, and you held on to your last shred of self-restraint with all your might to make sure you wouldn’t genuinely murder your daughter’s… boyfriend. Even just thinking the word made you want to punch something. Him, preferably.
Mike spotted you first, and you felt an overwhelming sense of pride when his face morphed into an expression of complete and utter terror. He also had the common sense to step away from your daughter immediately, who looked up around at him when she felt Mike suddenly disappear from behind her. He pointed at you, and she turned around again. Her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open. Good.
With a single finger, you beckoned them both to come over, and when they were standing in front of you, you dragged them both outside.
“What were you thinking?” your wife snapped at your daughter, who looked up at you.
“Daddy, I…” You just shook your head and let your wife handle this.
When she was done — your daughter was now grounded for a month — you turned to Mike: “And your involvement in this was…?”
“They wanted to see the DJ, and I… I told them I could sneak them in. It was stupid and irresponsible—”
“Not to mention illegal.”
“—yes, that too. I’m sorry.” Mike looked down, clearly doing his best not to tremble visibly. He failed. Good.
“How’d you even swing this, James?” Mike’s dad wanted to know, his wife standing behind him, clearly trying very hard to keep her mouth shut to prevent herself from saying something she’d regret.
“It’s Mike,” Mike corrected.
“Not when I’m this goddamn mad at you it isn’t, son.”
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“Hello, mrs. Walker,” Mike greeted your wife while handing her a bouquet of flowers. You rolled your eyes, even though you had no reason to. He handed a second bouquet — it was just a handful of daisies — to your daughter. “Thank you for the invitation.”
It wasn’t exactly n invitation you’d been all too excited to extend, but alas. Here he was again. Maybe grounding them hadn’t been such a good idea (even though you’d laughed at Syverson’s idea to have Mike’s punishment start two weeks later than your daughter’s, so that they’d have to go without each other for longer), because now they were just unnecessarily and inappropriately touchy.
“Thank you, Mike, these are lovely,” your wife said as she handed you the flowers. “August, darling, could you put these in a vase, please?”
You were glad to have something to do. “Of course, my angel.”
“Gross,” your daughter said while rolling her eyes, and you glared at her, biting your tongue to keep yourself from making your sarcastic remark.
“Eh,” Mike shrugged, “my parents are worse. I think it’s sweet.”
You watched over the edge of the newspaper while Mike helped your daughter set the table, while your wife continuously glanced at you in her signature ‘I told you so’ kind of way. You had already tentatively agreed with her that he wasn’t a bad kid! What more did she want?
Dinner was unbearable, and your wife had to warn you more than once to stop cutting your food so hard you nearly sawed your way through your plate on more than one occasion, and you gritted your teeth as you tried to focus on your dinner instead of watching the two lovebirds. At least they were trying to keep it decent, which was much appreciated, but it didn’t necessarily make things much easier for you.
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“What did you tell her?” you asked your wife — calmly, you hoped — when your daughter slammed the door behind her after an unusually quick escape from the house.
“Not much,” she answered. You knew for a fact she’d been pretty on top of the sex ed stuff for years now. “A reminder that she shouldn’t do things she isn’t ready for. And to use protection.”
“Hmm.” Whether you were finally getting used to the idea of your daughter going out with Michael Syverson, or your wife and her relentless support of their relationship had finally worn you down, you didn’t exactly know.
“August,” she said as she sat down next to you and leaned into your side, “I know you’re trying to protect her, but you can’t stop this. It’ll happen sooner or later. Sooner, rather than—”
“I know,” you growled.
“You were sixteen when—”
“I know.” It hurt to clench your teeth the way you did, but it was all you could do to stop yourself from screaming. “If he hurts her…”
“She takes after you, dear,” your wife chuckled. “He doesn’t stand a chance.”
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“He asked you to where now?” Your eyebrows shot up a mile and at least a month’s worth of acceptance disappeared like snow in the desert when your daughter told you the news that Mike had asked her to prom.
“Prom, dad. You kn—”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. But you don’t have—”
“Senior prom, dad. His prom.”
“You’re a sophomore,” you grumbled, your eyes narrowing in suspicion.
“Yes, dad, Mike asked me, a sophomore, to go with him, a senior, to his senior prom, which I wouldn’t be able to go to unless I was invited by a senior. Like him. Can you exit psycho dad-mode for three seconds? Can I please go?” Your wife had been right when she said your daughter took after you in many ways, but damn if she didn’t have her eyes. And you were powerless against those.
“Yes, princess,” you sighed softly. “You can go.”
She wrapped her arms around your neck, and for the first time in months you saw a little more of your princess and a little less of the teenage monstrosity she’d grown into over the past few years. Apart from the horrible shrieking in your ear, that was.
“Can you do me one favor, please?”
“Tell me you’re not asking to approve my dress, or whatever?” Ah, there she was again. The monstrosity.
“Take your mother shopping for it. She’d like that.” And, hopefully, she’d come home with something halfway presentable, at least.
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The doorbell rang at seven o’clock on the dot. At least Syverson had bothered to teach his boy some manners. He handed another stunning bouquet to your wife — which might have been more impressive if his mother hadn’t owned the flower shop in town — and nervously fidgeted with the box that held a rather beautiful corsage. No doubt also a courtesy of his mom.
“That’s a very nice tux, Mike,” your wife said with a smile in an attempt to diffuse the ever-growing tension in the hallway while you waited for your daughter to finally finish getting ready.
“Thanks, it’s mine,” he answered. “Dad has a ridiculously big family; I have a million cousins… lots of weddings.”
“Hey.” You all turned to the source of the sound; the voice of your daughter standing at the top of the stairs.
“Holy sh—” Mike cleared his throat — smart move. “Wow. You look… wow.” He rushed towards her to help her down the last few steps of the stairs.
“You look good too,” she said shyly.
“Not next to you, I don’t,” he managed — but barely.
As you watched Mike awkwardly trying to help your daughter with the corsage, memories of your own prom came flooding back to you, and you couldn’t fight a smile off your face. It wasn’t for lack of trying, of course, but the sight of them was simply too… adorable to stay mad about. Next to you, your wife grabbed your hand and squeezed it. She had tears in her eyes, you noticed, when she rushed past you to get the camera.
“Mom. Mom, stop. You took like four thousand pictures already, it’s enough. Enough! Please, let us leave, we’re going to miss the whole thing… Mom! Dad, tell mom she’s being insane!” Finally, you weren’t the one who was considered insane!
“I think that’s plenty, darling,” you said as you pulled your wife back and put a hand on the camera to get her to lower it. “Get out, you two, I only have so much to say around here. Have fun… but not too much fun.”
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” your wife added.
You rolled your eyes. “Like that narrows it down.”
“Dad!” your daughter shrieked before pulling Mike towards the door.
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Your wife had successfully convinced you that going to bed early would be best. You needed a distraction, after all, and if she was so kind to offer to provide you with one, who were you to refuse her?
It was nearly midnight when you woke up with her curled up next to you, to the sound of footsteps on the stairs. A set of footsteps too many, that was.
“August, don’t,” you heard next to you when you attempted to get out of bed to put a stop to these shenanigans immediately. What did she mean ‘don’t’? You were just supposed to let them… “If it weren’t for you, I’d have let him stay over the first time she asked. Going in there, guns blazing, is not going to make this go away. They’ll find another place. Another time. And I meant what I said about the backseat of that car… If you have any faith in the way we raised our daughter, then trust her.”
Falling asleep again was hard, but nowhere near as hard as not throwing Mike down the stairs when you ran into him a few hours later, when he was on his way to the bathroom.
“I’m dead, aren’t I?’
You took a deep, shaky breath to steady yourself before speaking. “We’ll talk about that over breakfast. I can and will promise you right now, that you’ll be in some real trouble if you sneak out before then.”
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“Coffee?” you grumbled when your daughter appeared in the kitchen the following morning, freshly showered, with Mike walking a step behind her.
“Yeah. Thanks,” she whispered as she sat down as far away from you as possible. You looked at the two trembling teens in front of you and realized your wife had been right — yet again — when she had said that if you handled this wrong, they’d never come to you if they were in trouble. Ever.
“It’s been brought to my attention that I may have been a bit… overbearing,” you said, ignoring the eyerolls from both your wife and your daughter. Mike just stared at the table. “And I’m sorry.”
You sighed as three jaws dropped in complete and utter bewilderment. “That being said… The two of you still broke the rules, and he stayed here without permission, which means you, young lady, will be grounded for a week,” you said, watching your daughter grab Mike’s arm. She looked hurt… “Starting tomorrow.” The two exchanged a surprised look and finally smiled.
“Does he have to leave?” she asked carefully.
“No, princess,” you said softly, “he doesn’t.”
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“Where’s that ruthless jerk I married?” Your wife wrapped her arms around you and pulled you close while you let out a deep sigh.
“He said ‘I do’,” you grumbled. “And he had a daughter.”
“Daddy?” Your daughter’s voice was soft and small. The hurt in it crushed you, although you had to admit you were relieved to have confirmation that Mike was upstairs in your shower all by himself, if you were honest. “Are you mad at me?”
You reached for her, and she hugged you — almost like she used to. “No, princess, I could never be mad at you.”
“I’m still your—”
“I know,” you whispered.
“Are you mad at Mike?” Her voice got even lower than before, and she avoided your eyes.
“No,” you answered truthfully. “Unless he hurt you in any kind of way, in which case he’s a dead man.”
“Did you forget you forced self defense classes on me until I was a black belt?” she laughed, wiping away the single tear that had escaped her eye.
“That’s my girl.” You couldn’t have fought back the grin if you’d tried.
Your daughter wrestled herself out of your embrace and made her way towards the hallway again, turning around in the doorway. “Ehm, does the door still have to stay open?” she asked innocently.
“I think we’re past that point,” your wife answered, ignoring your exasperated sigh.
“I’m proud of you,” she whispered as your daughter sprinted up the stairs.
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“Does she know you’re here?” It didn’t take you two guesses to figure out why he was at your door. You actually remembered the moment you knocked on the door of your then-hopefully-soon-to-be-in-laws all too well.
“She does,” he answered, thanking you quickly as you impatiently gestured at him to come in. It was cold out, and money didn’t grow on trees…
“Does she know why?” You raised an eyebrow.
“I’m not here to ask for your permission, if that’s what you’re getting at,” he said with a smirk that brought out some residual feelings of wanting to smack him. “I’m actually looking for Mrs. Walker.”
“You’re right not to,” you admitted. “She’d kill you.”
“It’s a bit of a catch-22.” He laughed. “My dad will kill me if I don’t ask, so…”
“So it’s a matter of who you’d rather be murdered by.”
“I think I’ll take my chances with my old man,” he said. “At least he’s not related to you.”
Smart man.
You followed him into the living room, where you found your wife with her nose in the book she hadn’t put down for hours. As soon as Mike walked in, she slammed it shut and put it away.
“Michael, can I help you?” she said in an unusually quirky tone, with an unusually happy smile on her face.
“I think so, yeah,” he stammered. Those nerves were finally kicking in, huh? Good. “I… Eh… She told me something about a ring… eh… her, eh…”
“Her grandmother’s engagement ring?” she helped him along gently.
He nodded furiously. “Yeah. She said that, eh… When the time came, she’d eh… She’d like to wear it. If that’s alright with you, of course.”
“God, Mike, I think I’ve never seen you more scared of me than of August,” she laughed, and you gladly joined her, leaving the poor boy standing there with bright red ears and an uneasy smile.
“First time for everything, right?”
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Over the years, you’d been subjected to many a feminist lecture on outdated patriarchal values and whatnot, so it had come as quite the surprise to you when your daughter had come to you, asking you if you’d walk her down the aisle. Now that you were standing here, with her to your left, squeezing your arm so tight you feared it would result in lasting damage, you wished you’d declined, so that you’d just have been able to sit quietly next to your wife, instead of being here with no prayer of getting a handle on your own nerves.
“You’re nervous, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice taunting but with an obvious shakiness to it.
“You’re one to talk, princess,” you retorted, “I can barely feel my fingers.”
She relaxed her grip on your arm a bit, chuckling softly. “Will you behave?”
“Me? Always.”
As far as you were concerned, the walk could have lasted forever. You knew it had to end, and it did — way too soon — and all that was left for you to do was…
“I love you, daddy,” she whispered before you managed to move.
“And I love you, princess,” you replied softly. “Always.”
Then, you finally placed her hand in Mike’s. “She’s your problem now, son. And I have a very strict no-return-policy.”
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Henry Cavill as Mike | Hellraiser: Hellworld (2005)
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Masterlist
Started: 7/21/23
Last Updated: 10/10/23
Total Works: 101
Henry Cavill
One Shots
Longing for You
The Little Princess
Gorgeous
Leggings
The Mustache
Will You Be Mine?
A Long Time Coming
Vacation
La Familia
Go The Distance
Series
The Interview (Complete)
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six
Steel My Heart (Ongoing)
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven
August Walker
One Shots
Silk
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Take Care of You
The Death of Peace of Mind
A Demon’s Desire
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Bunny and The Bear (Complete)
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HENRY CAVILL as MIKE Hellraiser: Hellworld (2005) | dir. Rick Bota
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Coach Sy Part 3
Okay, you guys I've decided this is going to be a series I'm not sure how many parts there will be altogether but this is most definitely not the last. Alayna and Logan's romance is just getting started!!
Warnings: mentions of sex
All the mistakes are very much my own! Reblogs are always welcome. Please don't steal my writing I've worked really hard on this!
Okay, thanks for all the love on this so far! I seriously love you guys!! Enjoy! :)
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The smell of coffee caused me to stir from a deep sleep. That and the half-naked grizzly bear peppering kisses across the back of my neck and shoulder. I smiled to myself and yawned, turning to face him. 
“Well, good morning Darlin’,” He grinned. I just smiled, snuggling up closer to him. “You sleep okay?” He asked, he gently grabbed the back of my thigh pulling my leg over him, and started softly stroking my hip with his thumb. 
“Mmm yes,” I hummed “best I’ve slept in a long time,” I said. Scratching my fingers through the hair on his chest.  “A little sore though,” I blushed. I don’t know how he made me so comfortable and so shy at the same time. He smirked, giving my ass a hard squeeze. 
“Was I too rough with you last night baby?” He raised an eyebrow as he continued to massage my hip. I bit my lip and shook my head. 
“No,” I smirked.  “I liked it,” I looked up at him, holding his gaze as he chuckled. 
“Oh, I know you did sugar, remind me again how many times you came for me?” He wiggled his eyebrows and I rolled my eyes and smacked him playfully on the arm
“Stop it,” I blushed.
“Was it 3,” He continued. “No, that was just the first time. Think I pulled 3 more from you when you were feeling me up in the middle of the night.” He smirked. I scoffed. 
“Me? I’m pretty sure you were the one all over me cowboy.” In a rush of confidence, I threw my leg over him, ignoring the screaming in my thighs from the night before, and sat up in his lap straddling him. He grabbed my hips letting me rub myself over his boxers. 
“Now don’t start something you can’t finish baby,” He growled. “I know you gotta be sore,” he smirked. Cocky bastard. But he was right. I pouted. He slid his big hands up my sides bringing one hand around to the back of my neck and pulling me down for a gentle kiss. “I ain’t goin' anywhere sugar, took me this long to getcha, I’m not letting you go, We’ll have plenty of time for fooling around baby.” He smirked, running his hand over my chest and toying with my nipple for a moment. I arched my back letting out a soft whimper and he chuckled. He brought his hand back down to squeeze my hip. “Easy Darlin,” he warned, “you need to rest, and we need to get back to your car and see if we can get it to start.” I sighed, laying my head on his chest.
“I forgot about that, I’d rather just lay here all day.” I pouted again causing him to chuckle 
“I know sugar, me too. But I wanna do this right. And holding you captive in my bed all day isn’t a very gentlemanly thing to do.” He smirked. I snorted. 
“Huh, and what we did last night was?” I smirked raising an eyebrow. He shook his head. 
“Had to get you out of my system darlin, after you kissed me like that. I didn’t know you had that in ya,” He licked his lips looking me over. I blushed and finally slid off his lap getting out of bed. 
“Okay, we really do need to get up before we get started again. I’ve been talking a lot of big games but, I know I can’t handle any more right now,” I blushed again biting my lip and staring at his bedroom floor.  He stood from the bed and wrapped his arms around me pulling my body against his. He lifted my chin to meet his gaze and he just smiled kissing me passionately. 
“I’m glad you stayed last night sugar, I’ve been dreaming about having you in bed for a long fuckin time, but I’m gonna take you out on a real date, and treat you like a lady before we do this again,” He smiled proudly. 
“I’d like that a lot Logan,” I smiled standing on my toes to kiss him again before we finally parted. It was at that point I realized I was still naked. I covered my chest with my arms and he chuckled. 
“I’ve already seen it all baby, I ... uh, went and gathered all your clothes from around the house this morning there on the dresser.” He nodded toward his dresser behind me. “Bathroom’s across the hall if you wanna shower. I can make you a cup of coffee if you’d like?” He rubbed his hands up and down my arms softly. I looked up at him through my eyelashes. 
“You could join me.” I teased. 
“I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you sugar, and I meant what I said, I’m not fucking you again until I take you out.” My breath caught in my throat. God he could be so dirty, I love learning this side of him. He could tell what he was doing to me. I hated how easy it was for him to read me. He already had a cocky smirk on his face. “Don’t worry baby, I ain’t gonna make you wait long. Go freshen up and we can talk in detail while we get your car fixed.” I’d almost forgotten about that again. I smiled grabbing my clothes off his dresser and heading out of his room but not before he smacked me my ass one more time. I just laughed and rolled my eyes. 
After my shower, he greeted me with a travel mug of coffee and handed me another one of his hoodies. “It’s cold out there Darlin, we already have a hard enough time trying not to catch a cold from the kids all the time. I blushed and thanked him. God, He was good at this. How could I have been so blind? I followed him out to his truck and after he loaded up his jumper cables in the back we back to the school. 
“So,” I said finally breaking our comfortable silence. “Where are you taking me on this date?”  I asked and looked over in time to catch his eye. He smiled. 
“Where do you wanna go sugar?” He asked. 
“What was your move? Like what was your go-to first date when you were younger?” I asked. He laughed. 
“You didn’t know me then baby, I was…. I was something else. You wouldn’t have liked me then,” He said. 
“Oh yeah?” I asked raising an eyebrow. 
“I was trouble,” He chuckled. 
“Yeah, well maybe I liked bad boys back then, I would’ve been naive and tried to “fix you”  or whatever they call it.” I laughed. 
“A good girl like you, I’d have broken your heart baby, and I’d have kicked myself for it, ruining a change with a beauty like you.” I blushed. 
“Sy, stop.” I smiled. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it softly as he kept driving down the road. 
“I told you, baby, I’m gonna help you see yourself the way I do.” He kissed my hand. And I smiled. We were quiet again for a few minutes. 
“Is that why you joined the military?” I asked. “Because you got into so much trouble?” He nodded squeezing my hand again. 
“Yeah, It was getting pretty bad sugar I’m not gonna lie to ya. I got mixed up with a bad crowd. It was either the service or I was eventually gonna end up in prison. I didn’t like how sad my mama looked when I came home in cuffs the last time.” I nodded squeezing his hand tighter letting him know I was listening. “Of course, it scared her to death when I told her I was going to be on active duty, but I think she knew why I was doing it.” He swallowed hard and looked over at me. For the first time since I’d met him, he looked… shy. “What got you into coaching after that?” I said changing the subject attempting to ease the tension. 
“Well after I retired officially from service. I still wanted to do something ya know? And I’d always loved football, I played when I was in school, linebacker,” He smiled proudly. “Military pays for school so I went for my degree. Major’d in history so I could take a teaching position. I’m glad I did. Or I wouldn’ta met you.” 
“Smooth,” I smiled 
“Worked though didn’t it, you’re blushin’” He smirked. 
“You always make me blush,” I stated matter of fact. 
“I noticed” He winked. 
We pulled into the teacher parking lot then. He parked close in front of my car and hopped out popping the hood of his truck. “Pop your hood for me sugar,” He smiled. I opened my car door pulled the lever and listened for the “Pop” sound signaling that the hood of my car was open. That was about all I was good for. I stepped back and let him do the rest. I was definitely not a car girl. I watched as he opened the hood and propped it up. Something stuck a flame inside of me watching him tinker around hooking up the jumper cables. Jesus, how was it possible for him to be more attractive. I cleared my throat 
“Thanks for doing this,” I said. Wringing my wrist awkwardly. He looked over and smiled as he carefully attached the last cable to his truck. 
“Of course Darlin, I wasn’t gonna leave you stranded. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to leave you here to call some towing service or something, assholes like that always take advantage of women. I wouldn’t let that happen to you.” I bit my lip
“You really are such a gentleman Sy,”
“It ain’t no big deal baby. If this doesn’t do the job it’s probably the battery, I can take you to get one and change it right here.” He said. Fuck. As much as I didn’t want to spend the money I really wanted to see that. All sweaty, muscles rippling, up to his elbows in grease. I had to snap out of it. 
“I didn’t know you were a mechanic, Jack of all trades huh?” He chuckled and rubbed the back of my neck. 
“Not professionally but I did rebuild the engine in my first truck, and I do most of the maintenance on this one. More of a hobby than anything I guess. Just like to keep busy.”  He was killing me and he had no idea. 
“Ah, so when Darcy needs an oil change I can bring her to you captain?” He chuckled. 
“You named your car Darcy?” He raised an eyebrow, smirking.
“What can I say, I’m a Pride and Prejudice fan! You know I’m a book lover!” I exclaimed. He smiled and grabbed my hips pulling me closer. 
“That I do, I’d be more than happy to help you with anything you need Sugar,” He leaned in and kissed me softly.  
“You know,” I said smiling as we pulled away, “you never answered me earlier, where are you taking me,” I asked. He raised an eyebrow questioningly 
“You never answered me, where do you wanna go?” He asked. I sighed and chuckled. 
“Not this again, surprise me, you set everything up last night didn’t you.” I think he was blushing now. 
“I did, and if I didn’t screw it up so catastrophically,” I cut him off
“You didn’t! I did! What you did. What you had planned was so sweet Logan. I just let my own insecurities get in my way. I’m sure whatever you plan for us will be perfect!’ I smiled. He nodded and kissed me again. 
“Alright, Well let me think on it, let's see if we can get your car to start. Got your keys?” I handed them to him and he sunk down into my little car into the driver seat. I  could get used to mundane little things like this. He put the key in the ignition and thank God! It started right up! “There we go! Just drained your battery. If I let you go can I trust you not to end up stranded on the side of the road somewhere?” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me for a second. I laughed and nodded. 
“Yes, I’m not usually an airhead like that. I was just… distracted. I’ll text you and let you know I made it home.” I smiled and kissed him again. 
“Okay.” He smiled kissing me again. And again. 
“Logan, you have to let me go eventually,” I laughed. 
“I don’t want to,” He chuckled kissing me one more time on the lips and then pressed his lips to my forehead.  “Alright, be safe baby,” He said finally letting me out of his hold. 
“I’ll see you Monday Logan,” I said 
“Bye Sugar,” He said as I got into my car.
I immediately called the girls in a group call as soon as I got home. After I sent Sy a text telling him I’d made it home of course. 
“Oh my god, tell me everything!” Skyler started. 
“You had sex with him didn’t you?” Hayley asked. 
“Wow that escalated quickly, I laughed jumping up and sitting on my counter wincing slightly at the shock between my legs. Okay so I did but let me get to that part! I poured myself a glass of wine while they continued. 
“Are you gonna tell us are not, this is torture,” Skyler said groaning. 
“Calm down I’m gonna tell you!” I said.  “So we got back to the school last night right, and I was totally going to chicken out. I was going to ignore everything I’m going to be completely honest, I acted like an idiot and I was so embarrassed.”  I said. 
“So what changed your mind? Because clearly, it sounds like you didn’t do that.” Hayley said. I took a long sip of wine. 
“Well, my car wouldn’t start.”
“Oh shit!” Skyler said “What did you do? How did you get home? Oh my god did he drive you home?!” She asked excitedly. 
“I’m getting to that!” I said. “He was going to help me but neither of us had our jumper cables. And it was late. I was emotionally drained. I had this big mental breakdown. This man literally holds me in the middle of the parking lot!” 
“Oh my god stop! Wait don’t stop keep going I need to know more!” Skyler said. We all chuckled at that. 
“Dude,” Hayley laughed. 
“What I’m happy for her!”
“Okay fair,” She said. “Continue my dude.”
“Thank you, So anyway, that’s when we figured out we didn’t have the jumper cables and then I don’t know what happened exactly but he asked me if he was doing something wrong. And tells me he’s been flirting with me forever and…” 
“I fucking told you!” Skyler interrupted. 
“Yeah, I know, I know,” I said  “Anyway so he tells me how he’s felt all this time, and I broke down again and told him everything I’d texted you guys earlier. And… He told me he was going to make me see how beautiful he thinks I am and then we… made out... In the parking lot.” There was a squeal from the other end of the phone. I knew it was Skyler. 
“Dude that’s awesome!” Hayley said. “So are you guys like dating now?” 
“Well he’s been calling me baby all day and he said he won’t have sex with me again until he takes me out for real,”
“So you did have sex!” Skyler squealed again. I blushed. 
“We did, in the parking lot he said he wanted to take me home with him. When he started to drive me home I asked if he meant it….and I asked him to take me home with him. 
“Look at you being bold!” Hayley said. 
“How was it? Is he mmm,” Skyler laughed and her voice trailed off insinuating she was asking about his size. 
“I am not telling you about that. But I’m still sore I’ll tell you that much.” I laughed. 
“Oh gross!” Hayley groaned. 
“Oh, he is then!” Skyler laughed. 
“Oh my god, well hey I have to go I need to get caught up on some stuff around the house and for work but I’ll see you guys for dinner on Thursday! And I’ll text you,” I said
“Okay love you!”
“Love you, dude!”
I hung up the phone and smiled to myself. I really couldn’t believe this was my life. I downed the rest of the glass of wine and got up to do some housework. 
I didn’t do much the rest of the weekend just lay around working on progress notes and reading a little bit. Sy texted a few times. He asked my favorite color and favorite food. I think he was trying to narrow things down for the date. 
Monday morning rolled around again fast. I woke up early to get ready for work, I kept it simple with some flowy plants and a sweater. Fall Is definitely making its entrance. As I was heading out the door I saw I had a text from Sy 
“Morning Sugar, I’ve got coffee this morning ;) see you in a bit.”
I smiled to myself and locked the door behind me as I left for school. 
“Good morning! How was your weekend?” I greeted Jessica at the front desk as I walked into the guidance office. 
“You’re awfully chipper this morning,” She smiled “How was your weekend, Sugar?” she smirked. 
“You knew didn’t you?” I asked setting my things on my desk. She just smiled
“How was the game?” she asked. 
“It was great! Would’ve been better If I didn’t get in my own way so much. But you already know that, you’ve been telling me that for years.” I laughed. 
“Carol came down last week when you were on lunch and told me all about Sy’s little plan, she was so excited for you. I just hoped you’d be open to him enough to let it happen.” 
“I wasn’t, but He is the kindest man on the planet so it all worked out.”
“Well good! So how long til we see you parading around with a ring on your finger,” She smirked. 
“Oh hush we haven’t even been on a date yet!” I teased
“But we will,” Sy came around the corner holding a cup holder of coffee, his signature smirk on his face. “Good morning ladies, What are we gossiping about this morning,” chuckled sending Jess a playful wink. She laughed
“Oh nothing, Coach. Just talking about your victory Friday night.” she smiled Sy looked over and smiled at me
“Oh yeah, it was a big win.” He winked. “Jess I went ahead and picked you up coffee too Alayna sent in your order.” He smiled at her handing her the cup. 
“You’re so sweet Sy thank you!” She looked over at me and smiled
“If he’s gonna be wrapped around my finger might as well use it to our advantage!” I smirked. 
“Hey now! I’m more than an errand boy!” He pouted. 
“I know honey, but you’re just so good at it,” I teased. 
“Well if that’s how you’re gonna be then maybe I won’t take you out Saturday,” He smirked. 
“Whoa, now hold on, we can figure something out,” I pouted he shook his head. 
“You see how she treats me,” He said. Jess laughed
“I can’t with you two I’ve got work to do,” she said. He chuckled. 
“Alright sugar, I’ll take you Saturday, If, you come to the game Friday night,” he said smirking. 
“Oh so now there’s stipulations. Okay, I’ll bite. I’ll be there. Where are you taking me on Saturday?” 
“Well, I remembered you talking about how you loved Grease and you liked the second movie even though it was bad. And you loved the bowling scene because it looked so fun back in the day. So, I thought we could get dinner and then go to the late-night bowling in town sound fun?” 
“You remembered me talking about my favorite movie?” I smiled. 
“Of course I do,” He smiled. I blushed
“That sounds really fun! I have to warn you though, I’m a horrible bowler.” I laughed. 
“I can help you,” He winked. 
“Okay then it’s a date,” I said. 
“Good, Well I’d better get to my class, you ladies have a wonderful day!” He said walking out of the office. Jessica looked at me and smiled. I couldn’t hide my giddiness. He made me feel like a teenager all over again. I couldn’t get him out of my head. I could not wait for our date on Saturday!
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viking-raider · 10 months
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I'm sure this trope has been done before...
But what if Mikey…
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Didn’t actually die. He survived the ordeal and later grew up, changing his name, so the person that tried killing him wouldn’t find out he lived. He became the one and only… 
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Walter Marshall! Joining the Police Force in hopes he could one day catch the sick bastard that tried killing him and murdered his friends.
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