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How would Henry and characters react to coming home and finding their S/O asleep on the couch after a rough day/shift?

Allow me to twist things up a wee bit. 🐰 Some friends to lovers? Yes yes? ​

Warning: RPF, and fluff, mentions of angst.

Your heart was still in rage as you got to Henry’s apartment, your arteries thrumming like maelstrom while sheer disbelief washed over your thoughts.

Tearful, you allowed him to cradle your cheeks between his warm palms and sit you on the sofa where you told him about everything that happened. Of how in the middle of the night you packed your belongings and finally left that horrible place.

“You can stay here for as long as you need,” he assured you, “I will take the couch, let me just set the bed for you, okay?”

Henry was only gone for a brief moment, hastily changing his sheets and making sure to hide his mess beneath the bed. 

“You don’t go on the bed tonight, buddy! Let our friend have her space.” He pointed his finger at Kal and then strolled back to the living room only to find you already asleep. 

Leaning with one arm across the wall, a shy grin stretched between his lips. The large man did his best to be silent as he made his way toward you and carefully took lifted you from the couch.

You were teetering between dream and reality, yet the piney scent drifting from his body tingled in your nose and briefly, your eyes blinked open, meeting with the short stubble on his throat. An embracing sense of warmth and solace surfaced your mind and you close your eyes again and snuggled against his pecs, not wanting to let go.

But sadly, he placed you on the bed, and deep in your heart you fumed on the loss on that security that came from his touch.

Henry took a step back, feeling distress as all he wanted to do was continue to hold you in his arms. When his name fell from your lips his breath almost halted. 

 “Yes?” He stood at the fore of the bed and scratched the back of his head nervously. 

“Can you please stay and hold me?” you asked.

No thoughts came to mind at the sound of your question. Nodding at your request, he lifted the duvet and carefully slipped into bed to lie by your side. Maybe it was the enchanting scent of pines or the heat radiating from his skin, but soon you found yourself snuggled against his chest with his arms wrapping you securely.

After a night of drinking with the boys. Big Sy comes home to find you sprawled onto the couch; a remote is hanging loosely from your hand and Aika is lying on the carpet like the good guard dog she is. 

Tipsey, he tip-toes toward you, snickering to himself and then without a warning he climbs on top of you, crushing you with his weight.

“Sy!!!” you cry out, trying to battle him off while he groans playfully and squeeze you in his arms. “I can’t breath, you are too big!”

“Never heard that complaint before,” he provokes and nibbles your neck. 

Of course every desire to be pissed at him flies out the window as he nuzzles your neck and carefully pulls you to the side so he can spoon you on the sofa. 

Coming home, finding you already asleep and a cold dinner perched on the table - it happens way too often. Walter sighs, feeling like the worst husband. 

Again he promised he will be home in time, but work kept him away. Sometimes he goes weeks without having you see him, even though you live at the same house.

He makes his way to the couch, grabbing a blanket from a basket near by and tucking you in, before slumping to sit next to the couch.

“I miss you...” he whispers and leans his head against your, caressing your cheeks with the soft pads of his fingers. He falls asleep sitting next to the couch, hoping to see you in the morning. 

August ticks his tongue at your sight. ‘Princess should not be sleeping on the couch.’ He made sure to buy the biggest, cosiest kink size bed, just so you can sleep soundly even when he is gone. 

But now he is assailed by twinge of sadness, knowing you must have anticipated his return and did your best to stay awake.

Sighing deeply, he takes you in his arms, and carries you to your shared bedroom where he places you on the bed. Still in his suit, he climbs on top of it and then leans against the headboard while collecting you into his arms.

He stays awake throughout the night, tenderly caressing your hairline, and humming a soft tune. The thought that one day he may lose you always sits heavy on his heart and all he ever wishes is for more time to spend with you. 

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corruption kink with henry be living rent free in my mind

you know what..let’s talk about it because it’s now in my mind rent free

whether you notice it or not, there’s an innocence about you that draws henry in like a moth to a flame

perhaps it’s the way that you laugh with warm cheeks, your face holding this lightness and happiness that makes henry’s heart stutter for a moment

perhaps it’s the way that you speak to him, your hands subconsciously reaching out to touch him as you do so...a side effect of you being notorious for talking with your hands

perhaps it’s the way that his eyes flicker to your lips...so full, so soft– and he just imagines the way that they would look wrapped around his cock

he wants to fuck your throat...wants to have you on your knees for him as he defiles your mouth, makes you swallow him so that you’re heavily breathing through your nose, wants to see those pretty eyes well up with tears as he feels your nails dig into his thighs

he can imagine that you’d be a good girl for him though, wanting so desperately to impress him and have him praise you along with the degrading words he would say to you...just wanting to see your body flare up with a small layer of embarrassment

henry wants to ruin you in more ways than one

he wants to make you feel as though no one could ever satisfy you the way that he could...that the thought of someone else touching you, splitting you open, devouring your sweet little pussy...the thought of someone other than him doing that to you isn’t even a thought

henry wants to corrupt you to the point where you’re dependent on him in a way, desperate to have him fill you and smother that innocence behind closed doors

of course, you’re his good girl, his pretty darling, the love of his life in one way or another, but you’re also going to be his whore, his slut, his cock sleeve that’s pathetic and whimpering when the time comes

henry loves the look in your eyes as well: the one you get when he initially slips into you, his broad frame caging you in so you can’t run from his cock filling you up

that look just makes him harder because the daze in your eyes? the way that your mouth opens and you let out a pathetic squeak? the way that your thighs already start to quiver? that look is reserved just for him

corrupting you– the thought of it alone is enough to make him rigid with a weeping tip...

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kisses

a/n: i did one of these with chris evans and i thought why not do one with henry! hope you like it! also, HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE! ☺️ i apologize for the terrible smut (this is the list i found!)

goodbye kiss

henry heard yours steps coming from upstairs, as you were about to leave for work. he always made sure you had breakfast (the most important meal of the day), because you have the habit of always leave with an empty stomach and he doesn’t like that. if he’s honest, he doesn’t mind getting up early to do it, even when he doesn’t have to. he saw you looking elegant as always, and it always made him wonder how did he get so lucky.

“okay, babe, i’m gonna go.” you announced, picking up your bag. “see you tonight?”

“of course.” he smiled, turning to you and pecking your lips. “have a nice day at work, darling.”

the quick breakfast and hug and kiss before leaving felt like a little morning ritual of yours.

“thanks, hen.” you smiled and pecked his lips again. “bye, kal! see ya later, baby!” you spoke to the dog as you kneeled down to kiss his furry head.

“i’m sorry” kiss

the room was filled with your moans, his grunts, swearing, and skin-slapping sounds. you both were panting, sweaty, and spent — but he wasn’t done with you. he needed you to know how sorry he was for arguing with you. truth was, you didn’t even remember what the fight was all about. you could barely remember your name.

“fuck- baby, i’m sorry- shit!” he grunted as he kept thrusting into your sore cunt. “oh fuck, you feel so fucking good-”

he was restless. you couldn’t form a sentence, all you did was moan his name, and that was music to his ears.

“hen-” you struggled to speak, as your third orgasm threatened to wash over your body. “i- oh, god, fuck-”

“wait- fuck, baby, yes-”

he knew you so well — he speeded up his thrusting and you tried to match his rhythm with your hips. seeing you arching your back and your knuckles become white was the cherry on top for him. he loved to see you completely fucked out underneath him. hot jets of his release painted your insides and the warmth coming from you always left him hooked.

“i’m sorry, darling.” he said, amidst pantings, as he kissed your lips softly, contrasting to his behavior just a few seconds ago. “i love you.”

“i love you more.”

exhausted parent kiss

when henry is home, he’s the one who spends more time with charlotte and daniel. he’s in charge of bedtime, homework, and dinner. he loves his two little monsters, as you both secretly call them. today was rough, though. charlie and danny and sometimes have a spur of energy and today they wouldn’t sit still for longer than three seconds. danny and kal wouldn’t stop running around playing with the mud puddles thanks to the rain from the day before. both of you were exhausted. a house with two adults, two kids between the ages of 5 and 7 and a dog can’t not be chaotic.

“they’re out.” henry sighed, laying on the bed, next to you.

“we made it another day!” he laughed at your comment. “but hey, there’s another day tomorrow and god knows what they’ll do to us.”

“we’re raising two little tyrants, y/n.”

“we are.” you laughed. “but they’re cute.”

“cute little tyrants.” henry mumbled, already closing his eyes. “good night, darling.”

“good night, babe.” you whispered right before kissing his lips.

kiss on the nose

waking up to henry’s sleepy face is one of your favorite things. you take your time to observe and absorb every little detail about his face that you haven’t before. by the way he was breathing, he must be deep into his sleep, which is great, because he probably won’t feel your fingers softly caressing his cheekbones. he looks so relaxed, you won’t dare wake him up.

your finger touches the bridge of his nose, up to his eyebrows and then you slide down to the cupid’s bow of his slightly parted lips. you remember he said he would shave today, but maybe you’ll convince him not to. he looks great with a scruff and moustache. henry could never look bad, and it can be infuriating.

“you’re staring.” he mumbles with a small smile on his lips.

“’m not.” you giggled. slowly, he opened his eyes. he also took his time to see you every morning. he’s still completely head over heels. you kissed the tip of his nose, ever so softly, and nuzzled yours against his. “good morning, hen.”

“good morning, darling.”

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Having a Baby Girl With Your Husband Henry

Everybody already knows I’m obsessed with GirlDad!Henry, so here we go.

When you discovered you were pregnant, you knew it’d be a boy considering Henry’s family history. So many brothers, so many nephews, so, when the doctor said you were having a girl, your jaw dropped.

You always wanted to have a baby girl so your heart was overflowing with joy while Henry was still processing the news. Those were big news. Your daughter would be the second niece in the extensive line of nephews in Henry’s family. He was feeling like he had just won the lottery.

When you and Henry revealed the gender in the Gender Reveal Party, all the Cavills went insane since girls were so rare in their family. Henry’s mom couldn’t stop caressing your belly and talking to your baby girl. “She’s going to be spoiled rotten!” she said

When it was time to decorate her room, you and Henry spent the whole day painting it pink, hanging the curtains and putting the crib together. Henry filmed the entire process of building the crib the same way he filmed the PC gamer video and post it on his IG feed going viral right away and revealing the gender of his baby for the entire world.

The press and the fans immediately nicknamed your baby as “Supergirl”

Henry was a typical first-time-dad buying her lots of stuff she probably wouldn’t need or wouldn’t fit or wouldn’t play with until she was older.

After she was born and around 3 months old, he bought her a little wonder woman dress. He was dying for the day you’d dress her with it.

Needless to say, Kal was her knight in shiny armor.

Of course she had to look exactly like him, inhereting even the little brown spot in one of her baby blues.

When she were a toddler, Henry would watch her favorite cartoons and watch her favorite movies so they could talk about it. Once in a while he’d let it slip a reference or recognize some characters from the cartoons. “Dude, how do you know that?” “My daughter loves it, we watch it together all the time”

She also inherited the love for animals. They’d spend hours at the garden checking on bugs, catching butterflies and, everytime you, Henry and your daughter were in Jersey, he’d take her to check the zoo walking around carrying her sat up on his shoulders and holding hands with you showing her all the animals and passing it on his knowledge and fascination.

He’d fix her hair. “How do you want your hair be styled today, miss?” “I’d like a ponytail, please daddy” “Ponytail it is”

She would draw castles, princesses, butterflies, cars, mountains, gardens, trees and etc and he would always create tons of stories based on her drawings.

She is his entire world

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Happy birthday to my darling angel @killjoy-assbutt-1112 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

Your birthday is actually nearly over for me so even though it's sort of technically only started for you, I feel kinda guilty that I'm posting it so late 😂

I made some ✨mood boards✨ for some of Henry's characters and how your birthday would be celebrated with each different one. I hope you love like them?? 💕

Thank you to @foodieforthoughts also for motivating me with these the past few hours 💖

First up we've got Walter 💕💕💕

Look, Walter forgot your birthday last year. And the year before that. And the year bef-- you know what, it doesn't matter. He's determined not to forget it this time. He's set several reminders on his phone. He's got post-it notes up everywhere: his car, his bathroom mirror, his bedroom ceiling. He's told his daughter he absolutely 100% cannot let you down this year. Even some of the detectives at the station have been texting him this morning. "it's her birthday today! Don't fuck it up again!"

You've already just assumed he won't remember. It stings, but it's not like he's purposely forgetting. You know he loves you. He'd die for you. He just... can't remember your birthday.

So when you see his car pull into your driveway that afternoon, you're somewhat surprised. When he leaps out of the car and bounces towards you, shouting, "Happy birthday, baby!", you nearly pass out with shock.

What follows is a two-hour drive to his father's cabin in the mountains. Walter is cracking jokes and laughing the whole drive up - mostly because he's so proud and happy with himself for remembering this year.

You spend two days up there with him. Just cuddling, watching movies, drinking hot chocolate and lots of smooching. Among other things 👀

Below the cut I have more ✨imagines✨ for Geralt, August, Sy and Sherlock 🥰🥰🥰

Okay, next up is Geralt! What does the White Wolf do for his little one's birthday?

Geralt could never forget your birthday. Why? Because you've only been blabbering on about it for the last month. "Geralt! What are we going to do? What are we going to do for my birthday?" you pester. He just hmmms. When it's late at night and you won't shut up, he just growls and tells you to be quiet, little one.

He wakes you up early when it's finally the ✨big day✨ You see Roach is all saddled up with bags and ready to go. You're bursting with excitement. Geralt hums to you to calm down, it's a day-long ride.

He tells you to close your eyes when you're nearly there. You obediently shut them and hold on to the back of him, the both of you riding Roach together.

"All right, little one. Open your eyes."

You do. Then you gasp. You are dizzyingly high up. Higher than you've ever been. And you can see the ocean in front of you, stretching out for miles and miles, not another speck of land in sight. You haven't seen the sea since you were a child.

"Where are we?!" you shout.

He grunts and says, "Just a special place I know. I don't take many others here."

He keeps up his disinterested-yet-charmingly-brooding facade, but inside, he's actually incredibly happy he finally has the opportunity to show you his favourite place on the whole Continent. And what better excuse to do so than for your birthday?

Ohohoho, all right, sit up straight and remove your underwear because it's time for 💖✨Daddy August✨💖

This time, it's not you reminding him it's your birthday. It's him telling you all about what he's going to do to you instead. By the time your birthday rolls around, you're positively quivering with ✨anticipation✨. Except when you roll over in bed, August is nowhere to be found. You look around the house, but he's still not there. The only thing that is there is a box wrapped in glossy black paper and finished off with a silver bow. You read the note attached: "Kitten. I'll pick you up at eight o'clock. Wear what's inside. Don't be a brat and don't fuck me around. I mean it."

You take a peek inside. Technically you could call it a dress, but there's so many slits up the sides and strategically cut-out sections that, honestly, it's basically just some expensive material with a few stitches holding it all together. Underneath the "dress" is a ~sexy little lingerie number, and when you think of August tearing off your clothes and seeing you wearing that and imagining just what he's going to do to you, you grin. You can't wait. Maybe you will be a little bit of a brat tonight, though. Just to keep him on his toes.

Sy! Ah, this sexy-ass Texan motherfucking BEAST.

You aren't expecting to see him in person. He's still stationed over in Afghanistan. You're keeping in regular contact, though, with some decidedly raunchy letters. No cell phones or internet at his camp, so, hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, right?

So when you're taking your morning shower and hear the front door slam open, you're frightened. You stand under the hot water, heart thumping. You're completely defenceless, and you don't even have your phone on you to ring the police. The bathroom door slowly creaks open. Oh shit. What the fuck are you going to do?

But then as the figure stomps into the bathroom, you first squeal and then sigh with relief.

"Sy! You fucking bastard! What are you doing here?"

He has his usual shit-eating grin plastered on his face. "Hey, bug. Good to see you too. I know you missed me, but wow. I wasn't expecting you naked as soon as I walked in the front door."

After finishing up in the shower and only slightly punching him in the arm for scaring the everloving fuck out of you - to which he laughs and says, "you'll have to do it harder than that, bug" - you both load up into his 4x4 and he takes you for a drive over the sand dunes out in the desert. Sy fully acclimatised to the heat while being stationed, and now he can't bear the cold.

Afterwards, he takes you out to a local dive bar and you both proceed to get drunk off cheap booze. Extremely, sickeningly drunk. You don't know whose idea it was to start downing tequila shots, but when you both wake up bleary-eyed and feeling like death warmed up the next morning, you decide it's entirely his fault.

Time to clutch your pearls and flash a bit of ankle because, last but not least, we have the dashing Sherlock Holmes.

He may look like your average 19th-century gentleman on first glance, but looks are most definitely deceiving. This guy is built like a fucking tank and could split you in half. And he's decided he's quite infatuated with you. What better day to start a courtship and let his ✨intentions✨ be known than on your birthday? Only in the most proper and classy way, of course. He could not bear the thought of you being shunned by your fellow society ladies for carrying on an improper dalliance with him. Oh, the scandal!

After hiring a most-respectable horse and carriage for the day, the two of you take an also respectable stroll around the park, arm in arm, while admiring the gardens. You titter at his jokes and lightly tap him on the shoulder with your parasol when he starts being decidedly cheeky. "Why, Mr Holmes! A respectable man like you! Why, I never!" Yet you wink slyly at him to let him know that his forwardness is most appreciated.

And, really, that's all you can say about your day with Mr Holmes. A most respectable gentleman to which you spent a most respectable day.

Absolutely nobody else needs to know what happened between the two of you once night had fallen and you shut the curtains and blew out the candles 😈😈😈

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@infinite-shite​ you tickled my muse…

August sits alone at the cavern, a deep sulk crisping his face while he’s muttering something under his breath. Benji’s words hit him like a fist to the gut. Yes, who cares what some little guy said about his moustache? But then it takes him back to when he was just a kid, and those bullies at school made fun of his weight and his messy bundle of curls.

Seeing him sitting so stiff, your hand reaches out for his shoulder, in which he flinches as an immediate response.

“What’s wrong, angel?” You call him by the nickname he has given to you.

At first, he shrugs, but your hand won’t falter, only secures itself around his neck, thumb brushing at his adam apple gently. August remains silent and then swallows the lump in his throat.

“Just something dumb that Benji said about my moustache. Don’t worry about it.”

Your face softens, and you move to sit onto his lap. Fingers reaching for his face, you stroke the coarse whisker above his upper lip and then kiss him sweetly on the corner of his mouth. 

“My beautiful angel, I love your moustache, I’ll never let you shave it,” you cooed and then kiss the rounded tip of his nose. 

Tenderness and kindness are strangers to him, or at least they were before you stepped into his life. It overwhelms him, and it takes all the strength he has not to cower away from your angelic touch. You’ve always thought oh him as a wild, misunderstood beast that never knew love, and you were the woman who saw him for all he was and who was never afraid to reach a hand and stroke his hide.

“Do you want me to kill him?” you ask, “I can kill him.”

August breaks into a toothy grin and shakes his head lightly, “no, not now anyway, my angel, we will kill them all, once the time comes.”

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The Caffeine Cleric’s shenanigans

Look, I have 100% been wrong before on someone’s coffee order. But, my favorite game to play at work is guess the person in line’s order. These are the drinks I think HC character’s would order. This is meant to be silly. And this is only the characters I’ve seen. I know that Cold Light of Day is on youtube, but your girl needs to have more time on her hands to watch it.

August Walker:

That dude has a pour over system at his home, he only grinds his beans the morning he makes it, they are sealed in an airtight container. He drinks it black. If they go out, he’ll order a nonfat cappuccino.

Captain Syverson

In the field, they will get little packets of dehydrated coffee crystals. They fucking suck. He drinks them though because if you have any idea what MRE’s do to your gut, you need all the help you can get. When he came home from deployment, his girlfriend got him hooked on iced coffee. Now that they’ve split he started drinking cold brewed iced coffee, with a dairy alternative. No one on the fort is stupid enough to give Syverson grief about ordering coconut milk. One of the baristas taught him how to make it himself, so he now has a set up in his fridge. He will let it sit in his fridge for 48 hours before he removes the coffee grounds. He will also drink it without cutting it. If he has too much he feels like he can hear colors, but that just might be the tinnitus in his ears.

The girls that work at the coffee house all want him. The barista that brags about banging definitely hasn’t though. In fact, she kind of scares him.

Napoleon Solo

This man orders an espresso con panna, upside down, blonde espresso, with a little caramel drizzle and there is nothing you can do to convince me otherwise.

oh Mike… Mikey McMike Mike…

This fuckboi orders a Mocha Frappuccino, extra caramel drizzle, two extra shots. He doesn’t tip. He also wonders if the barista with hot pink hair also has hot pink hair down stairs.

Walter Marshall

When he’s not drinking the swill they serve at the precinct, he likes a double tall latte, with almond milk. One raw sugar and nutmeg steamed in the milk. 

On his birthday, though, one year the girl behind the counter convinced him to order a steamed apple juice with two bags of chai tea brewed in it for six minutes. She put in two packets of honey and a little vanilla powder. He now orders this when ever he has had a bad day.

Geralt of Rivia

The fuck is a latte? 

Jokes aside, I have a drink I make whenever I want to sit down with a warm beverage and play The Witcher 3, it is a tall blonde flat white, with one pump of vanilla, cinnamon and nutmeg steamed in with the milk.

Clark Kent

He drinks his coffee back, but Lois has brought him a double chocolatey chip Frappuccino before. He’ll drink it with the metal straw that Aquaman bought him. #savetheseaturtles

Charles Brandon

Historically speaking, they didn’t have coffee or even hot chocolate in Europe until the end the Elizabethan Era. I haven’t watched the show enough to give him a proper assessment otherwise.

Thomas 

This sweet little cinnamon bun orders a salter caramel hot chocolate. The girl at the shop flirts with the boy but he only has eyes for the girl WHO KEEPS HURTING HIM!!!! This poor puppy, I want to love on him and keep him safe forever, never letting anyone hurt him.

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Not me imagining Walter coming home after a hard case and crawling under his wife’s nightie to lap at her full titties 😶🤲 please bless us Jane

oh 🥸 no, absolutely not me imagining:

warnings: 18+, issa laction kink

Walter comes home around 2 am, it’s been a tough night and he knows he’ll be losing sleep over the little details about it

he’d kick off his boots, being careful not to place them just anywhere as the newborn play mats and other scensory toys were already a major tripping hazard for both of you

you’re both tired, the baby has you both on a sleepless schedule that was beginning to die down so long as his son was nuzzled skin to skin to his mum, chubby cheek pressed against the warmth of your breast and tucked safely in your arm, you never really fully fall asleep in fear of rolling over on him

you never do, and the baby can’t even sigh in his sleep without waking you immediately

when he makes it upstairs to your shared bedroom, he feels a great amount of guilt for wanting to disturb such a peaceful scene

but he couldn’t deny it any longer— he needed comfort, he was working harder at expressing his needs, thoughts, and feelings, but hadn’t quite mastered at doing it verbally

Walter gently scooped up his sleeping 1 month old son, sucking away at a new pacifier rather than mum’s teet to give you a much needed break

‘Sorry, son. Daddy needs his spot back for at least a night. You get her all the rest of the time.’ he thinks, placing the newborn in his bassinet to the left of his side

the fluffy blanket covers your lower half, you lay on your back clad in the cute oversized cable knit sweater he got you for Mother’s Day

faye picked it out though— he made sure to give credit where it was due

he stripped the rest of the way naked and climbed into bed beside you, slowly moving under the blanket to get himself underneath the softness of the sweater and closer to the heat of your skin

he licked a long stripe from your naval to your sternum, dragging his tongue slow and warm while his beard created fireflies under your skin that had you humming in appreciation for your husband

“Walt..”

“Don’t speak.” he demands lowly, and you immediately sense the somber-ness to his tone

you feel his hands next as you thread yours through his hair, holding him close the way he likes while he presses slow, wet, searing kisses inbetween your breasts and around your hardening nipples

“You are the only sweetness in this wicked world..” you couldn’t help the little whimpers of pleasure mixing with pain when his teeth sunk in to the tender flesh, pulling on it gently to squeeze milk droplets onto his tongue

he did the same to the other side, feeling in his hands which one was more full so he could start his attack

“Use me.. make me good for something, please..”

you could feel him pressing his hard on into your palm, encouraging you to do with him as you needed while he did the same to you, silencing himself with a mouthful of you when his lips wrapped around your nipple and started to suck

you swallowed the words of comfort in your throat, knowing nothing you said could soothe him the same way your sounds of appreciation could

it made your heart heavy at the thought of him feeling inadequate after work hang ups, but you knew you could start putting those broken pieces of him back together by showing him how come undone from his doing

you moan and hold his head close to your chest, your hand giving him a few generous tugs that had him bucking his hips into it

the sounds of him gulping, sucking, licking and enjoying what you were doing to him sounded obscene against the white noise machine softly playing rain sounds to keep your son occupied in dream land

you pressed the tip of him against your clit and felt something like pleasurable electricity immediately course through you, re-wiring you to him after a month or two of jerking himself into your hand to let you heal after giving birth

“Don’t.. your stitches.. are you sure you’re alright?”

he pops himself off your milky breast upon feeling you tease him closer to your waiting cunt, finding your lust blown gaze with his own as you only manage to nod and whimper a soft, “please”

Walter presses a kiss to your lips before freeing you both of the sweater, eyes raking over your body that looks even more exquisite to him with the markings of motherhood

“Feel me.. take me deep..” Walter breathlessly begs when he fills you inch by inch, all the self control in the world at his fingertips gripping bruises into your hips to contain himself

he stops to enjoy the feeling of being completely surrounded by you, your sweetness still on his tongue, kiss still burning on his lips while he lets out a broken moan and moves slowly

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Soft!Syverson Headcanons

Captain Syverson x reader

This man is one giant teddy bear

Sy is constantly enveloping you with his giant frame when hugging

So many soft kisses

Sy loves lying on top of you and giving you hugs (with his head in the crook of your neck)

Just staying in bed late, tangled up in sheets, hugging each other tightly and talking about the future together

LOTS of smooches

Sy practically whining when you leave his arms

He follows you around like a lost puppy

Cooking food together (and maybe having a small food fight)

Sy is one for starting a tickle war

He absolutely LOVES to see you in one of his shirts (Kinda give him a lot of racy thoughts)

He secretly (or not so secretly) loves snuggles- I mean, he would probably die for a good snuggle with you

Taking a shower/bath together and just holding each other

Sitting on the couch, watching movies together and laughing at pointless jokes

Sy loves to take his time with you when making love to you, making sure you feel good

Both being absolute softies together

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Ok, sry if u can’t do it u can just ignore it. But I had this idea, cause I kind of have a fear of big dogs. So what do u think would happen if u went over to Henry’s for the first time and met with kal and got a little scared

Kal would be all about meeting you!

Henry would have been talking you up to him, cause Kal is a serious part of Henry’s world and if Kal doesn’t approve, chances are it won’t happen.

So, he tells Kal all about you, to make sure he likes you.

Which, Kal being Kal, he’ll love the stuffing out of you!

Henry opens the door for you, when you arrive at his place for dinner; all smiles, hugs, cheek kisses and asking about your day.

As soon as Kal hears the happiness in Henry’s voice and your voice answering him, the Bear knows. “This is Daddy’s special Lady friend! I must greet her!” and will come bounding into the room, tail going and tongue lulling out of his smiling mouth.

You of course had seen many and many photos of Kal, from Henry’s Instagram and Henry just showing you photos of him he had taken, while on dates and outings together.

So, you knew what Kal looked like and you were sure he was a super good boy, besides, he was Henry’s dog, so he had to be the bestest boy in the world. Just like his papa.

Which meant you knew he was a big boy.

But, you weren’t ready for just how big Kal was and you got spooked, gasping and grabbing a hold of Henry’s arm as Kal skid to a stop in front of you and tried jumping up on you.

“Kal, down.” Henry ordered the Akita, pointing a stern finger at him, then looked to you. “It’s all right.” He smiled, rubbing your back, comfortingly. “He won’t hurt you, I promise.” He tried to assure you.

“I know.” You replied, staring down at Kal, still a bit startled.

Henry smiled at you, seeing you needed a little more assurance. “Kal.” He looked to the Bear with a prideful grin. “Greet y/n properly.” He told him.

Kal let out a happy bark, spooking you a little bit with the noise, before running off again.

“You’ll love this.” Henry said, directing you over to his couch.

Kal came back to you and Henry, carrying his absolute favorite toy in the whole wide world; a pink, stuffed and squeaky pig, and gently put it in your lap, then sat down at your feet, his large black and white body wiggling with his excitement to show you his toy.

“Awww.” You melted, picking the pig up and examining it, most of the stuffing was gone, but the squeaker was still in it. “That’s so sweet.” You smiled at Henry, then looked to Kal. “Thank you, it’s a very nice piggy, Kal.” You told him, petting him gently on the head. “You’re as sweet as your daddy.” You complimented him.

Henry blushed, but was more than glad that you weren’t scared of Kal anymore.

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Ok, so I’ve been thinking about a little prompt for you 😈. What if Sherlock succeeds in getting you pregnant and has developed a thing for your lactating breast 🍼🍼🍼

Yesss

dark!Sherlock Holmes x Black Female Reader

Trigger Warnings: non-consensual sex, dub-con, breeding kink, lactation kink, forced intimacy

@titty-teetee thank you for reading through it. I love your giggles muahaha!!

Sherlock was not certain when it began. The origin story of why he absolutely adored a weeping tit eluded him. 

He was rooted in the now at the moment.

The thin after bath shawl floated down your body in the most sensual manner.

You froze near the bed as he stood in the door way of the bedroom and stared at the patches slowly growing over where your nipples laid underneath.

Further still his gaze settled upon the roundness of your belly. Your body motherly figure was proof that you had given him a child only months ago. 

And reminded him you could use another breeding moment. 

Sherlock stepped into the room, your hands constricted over the shawl pulling it closer to cover your impropriety. 

“No need to hide my darling.” he announced quietly.

Sherlock released himself of his crisp white button up.

“I have certainly seen everything you have to offer me.”

You did not move when he approached, instead turned your body away from the bed and still hid within the shawl.

His chest bumped against your shoulder as his hands held the opposite and turned you away completely.

Sherlock pressed his bare chest against you. A light groan filtered passed his lips as your ass brushed over his erection.

His hand caressed the still damp skin of your arm to your wrist.

Slowly he pulled your hand back, palm first over the large bulge.

“That’s a girl.” he said with a restrained huff. He titled his hips harder toward your forced stroking.

His other hand ran down your back, around your waist, he kneaded your stomach, and grabbed as he went back up to your breast.

You jolted a bit when he squeezed.

“Dear God, how you drive me to near madness.” he whispered and let go of your hand.

He pulled at the shawl splitting it open to reveal your two engorged breasts to the dim light of the room.

Sherlock carefully at first held the weight of them in his hands. His head ducked in around yours as he gazed down. “Look at them,” he said reverently. “They are positively dripping..” And gently he squeezed them at the same time forcing them to expel your mother’s milk.

Heat crept up from your core, you whimpered and squeezed your thighs tight together in effort to stop the sensation.

Droplets fell to his fingers, he couldn’t resist -- his head still near yours, he licked it off his finger.

“Sweet...” he said unflinchingly soft, he held your head in his hands and brought your lips to his. Kissing you, tasting you with his tongue. 

He pulled you away, “You were on your best behavior today. So I will not have to bind you."

You tried to shake your head but he held you hard.

“Tsk- darling.” he interrupted. “You are aching for me.”

Sherlock turned your body to face him. Another crushing all consuming kiss and he was walking you back toward the bed.

A gentle shove and you flopped on to it on your bottom.

He didn’t bother with his shoes. He unfastened his pants, slid them down   thick hairy thighs and reached for your legs.

The smile that stretched across his lips the moment he sank into your wet folds makes you turn your away away.

Sherlock required more from you. And he has ever since his son was born. More intimacy, no judgments either. 

He gazes into your eyes pushing in deeper, spreads your thighs apart with his wide hips till it hurts.

And parts of you he had a first hand in crumbling come to life.

He caresses your cheek, feels the heat on your skin and lightly kissed you.

“I feel you around me,” he whispered like you were the only woman in the world.

And you are.

His wife. And he was deep inside you pulling your bliss to the surface of your being.

And when it unfolded with him steadily thumping inside you his grunt of approval blows over your face.

He swallows your moan with another kiss. Pecks you, plunged his tongue licks the skin of your chin. “My darling,” 

His voice draws you back from the blackness of the back of your lids.

You pant, cry out when he strokes harder than before. Calling you back to his world he holds your face in his hands as he releases inside of you.

“You will be full again soon,” he crooned softly, delirious from the high of you. “I will make certain of it.” 

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HC/HC - Autumn Adventure

Henry Cavill Master List

Henry:

Colder weather is a treat, as Henry is always warm. Kal, too

Runs in the morning are less of a chore, especially with the changing leaves and crisp air. It’s like a magical dream

Cozy sweaters in place of the blue tank top are a little bit of a downside, but not by much

Hot chocolate or a nice apple cider sitting on the couch watching cheesy horror films, curled up in a sherpa blanket is the best way to end a long week

Carving pumpkins with the niece and nephews is the highlight of October

Henry doesn’t go over the top for Halloween but he enjoys a bit of dark humor. Tossing Kal a fake skeleton leg or arm, waiting to see what the people across the street will think

He keeps costumes simple, mainly because he dresses up every day

However he would never say no to a couple’s costume…on one condition no Superman related themes and Kal gets to be in a matching costume, too

Captain Syverson:

Warm snuggles by the bon fire, a nice whiskey to help keep warm, and of course a faithful dog curled up around his feet

Football, because it’s what you do when living in the South

He loves Halloween! He will go all out, decorating the house and gearing up to scare the bejeebus out of local children

Syverson always has the best treats! King sized candy bars and a large handful of candies for each child at the door

Thanksgiving is always at his Momma’s, he brings the yams and carrots fresh from his own garden. Pumpkin pie, it’s Sy’s signature Thanksgiving dish and he has been making the pies since he was 12

He’ll take the day for November 11th to spend it down at the VA visiting comrades and paying his respects

He’ll spend Sunday mornings at the market, enjoying the local fare and seeing people he hasn’t seen in months

Once Thanksgiving is over, up goes his Christmas decorations and tree

Charles Brandon:

This is the time of year where thing begin to wind down, yet he never has time to relax

Harvest is in full swing and he must oversee that

Lambs, Cattle, and Chickens are all off to market – again more he needs to oversee from his estate

Hunting is in it’s prime and he spends days riding out on the hunt. Crisp mornings, early evenings, Charles and some of the other lords and sometimes Henry take great joy in the sport

His cook is busy preparing food for winter to get them through and often times he will sneak into the kitchen, nicking a some fresh baked treats and a glass of wine

Autumn brings new people to court, as they come back from their summer estates and want to be there for winter and Christmas

Always new women to flirt with and enjoy ;)

Perhaps this will be the year he finds a new lover, who he can actually keep and be happy with during the winter season

Will Shaw:

As a businessman autumn is a time to begin new mergers, dictate Holiday raises, and hand off as much as possible to your assistant

It’s also apple season. Apple pie, apple crisp, apple butter, apple sauce – his mom makes the best apple pie and nobody can argue that

A latte in the park after a big meeting is always a treat. Especially if he is traveling and the leaves are changing

Halloween and Thanksgiving, well they’re another day and he doesn’t have time for that

He’d rather be working in the office than giving people time off to eat turkey – it’s dry anyway

His mom brings him dinner at the office

One thing he does enjoy is the candy

He buys boxes of mini chips to eat by himself, because he is a sucker for those tiny little bags of deliciousness

Walter Marshall:

He isn’t much for seasons, they’re all the same, crime never stops what does it matter?

But Faye loves Halloween! He does tend to make an effort for her

Carving pumpkins, apple cider, and consuming their own weight in mini chocolate bars is the perfect Saturday for Faye and Walter

He refuses to dress up for Halloween, but Faye still brings him a black cape and tells him to wear it. Instead he walks around all day and when asked what he is, he replies “tired police officer”

Since he isn’t American he isn’t into Thanksgiving but will attend a dinner if asked by someone close to him

One thing he misses about having a house is the yard work. Raking leaves is somehow cathartic for Walter

Huge (secret) fan of Pumpkin Spice

He enjoys Christmas and getting through Autumn means he can relax – or attempt to for one day of the year

Mike:

Halloween

Nothing more needs to be said

Really

What else is there to say?

Fuck yeah!

He lives for the spooky season

Have you met him?

Mike can’t wait for next year

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Photo by @/ hcavillnation on twitter. Thought you might like it😅

Ommmmmmmmmg I melted 🥺!!! Thinking of baby Henry!!!

Thanks for that, my love!

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Can we please talk about begging Henry to get you that giant stuffed Totoro???

just strollin’ through the mall with him when you see it and come to a DEAD stop 🥺

holding hands of course, you freeze in front of the display window and make him stop in his tracks too

he hears a small gasp leave your lips and sees your eyes widen in awe of the jumbo sized stuffie in the window

“That’s an odd looking rabbit.”

he comments, earning him an incredulous look from you at the fact that he doesn’t know what the character is

“He’s not a rabbit! That’s Totoro!! Do you really not know who he is?!”

Henry chuckles at the seriousness of your tone and simply shakes his head

“Am I supposed to?”

you’re pulling him into the store that’s littered with toys, stuffies, and other collectibles

“He’s the spirit of the forest! What did you even do as a kid if not watch Studio Ghibli films?!”

he explains he wasn’t much of a cartoons kid and you scoff, feeling the softness of the grey creature under your fingertips before looking up at him with your best puppy pout

“Daddy... I know you said no more stuffies, but—“

Henry raises an eyebrow and shoots you the look

the one that says he’s trying to be stern, but his heart is melting away from the glimmer in your eyes

“Darling, you already have so many stuffies at home that you let Kal get to all the time anyways.”

he’s not wrong, most of the smaller ones you had would go to die in a shredded mess of fluff in the bear’s corner of the backyard

but you don’t relent, tugging on his arm softly as you keep working your innocent gaze on him

“But if you get me this one, I promise I wouldn’t let Bear get him!! He’d be apart of the family, please, I’ll never ask you for anything ever again!!”

Henry let’s out a laugh at that statement, he’s heard that one from you plenty of times before

it’s not even that he minds spending the money

he just knows that once he gets it for you, it’s gonna take his place as your favorite thing to cuddle with in bed for a few weeks til you inevitably get over it

he sighs with a small eye roll and starts working his wallet out of his back pocket

“Fine. You can get the peculiar looking cat-rabbit. But you have to give me a big kiss, like you mean it.”

he grumbles out and your whole face lights up, throwing your arms around him and excitedly jumping to get your legs around his waist

almost knocking him over in the process to give him that kiss he requested with a wide smile

“Thank you, Daddy!”

“Yeah, yeah, brat.”

you can’t stop kissing him, your heart ablaze with happiness as a small smirk comes over his features

he loves making you happy, and if an overgrown forest spirit gets him this reaction, it’s worth the ridiculous amount he’s about to pay for a stuffed animal

you tell the cashier you don’t need a bag, and end up walking out of the store with your arms just barely able to wrap around it before Henry holds it for you so he can take your hand again

he holds it the entire time you finish your shopping, and even buckles it in in the backseat when you leave to go home 🥺💗

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Ooohh I loved your list. Could you write 32 with August, please?? Thanks peach xoxo

32. If you don't give that to me in five seconds…

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“Ooh what is this?” August snatched the remote out of your hands before you could even open your mouth.

“August, please, I need that, it’s important,” you sighed.

“Yeah, yeah, what is it?”

“It’s a remote to turn on a drone, now please, give it back.”

“Sure, fine, I just want to check it out,” he said, trying to pry it open.

“If you don’t give that to me in five seconds…” you warned, standing up and looking at him sternly.

“You’ll what? Tattle on me?” he smirked, tossing the remote onto the bed behind you.

“Why can’t you take this mission seriously?” you huffed, grabbing the remote from the bed and inspecting it.

“Because it’s bullshit and you know it; they know one of us is a mole, and this is them stalling for time because they can’t figure it out.”

“I’d love to see the look on Ethan’s face though, when he finds out it’s both of us,” you smirk, packing the remote in your bag.

“That would be nice, but I have a feeling that wouldn’t leave much time to kill him and rig the rest of the place to explode.”

“Yeah,” you said, chewing on your lip.

You glanced up at August who was watching your mouth, his tongue darting out to wet his lips; you suddenly felt very warm.

You cleared your throat and continued packing, “how long have we got before they come for us?” you asked.

August looked at his watch, “seventeen fucking hours,” he huffed.

“Jesus christ. What are we supposed to do until then? We have everything set up already so it’s not like we can force them to move there quicker, that would just make them suspicious,” you said.

“Right, so we just get to wait in his lovely hotel room and not go anywhere or talk to anyone for sixteen hours and fifty-eight minutes,” August said.

“Might as well get some sleep,” you sighed, shrugging off your coat.

“Oh christ, there’s only one fucking bed, you’ve got to be kidding me,” He growled.

“You’re the one who told them we were married, dumbass,” you said, throwing your sweater at him, "so I’ll be taking the bed."

“Oh no you don’t, I’ve not had a good night’s sleep in weeks, thanks to this stupid ass mission.”

“What’s one more night?” you smirked, taking off your bra from under your tank top.

August paused as he watched you, suddenly speechless and staring at your breasts.

“Yes?” You asked, pushing your jeans down and crawling into bed.

“You certainly have no shame,” he said, not hiding the fact that he was staring at the thin blue cotton covering your ass.

“What’s there to be ashamed of?” you said, falling back into the pillows with your knees up, letting your legs sway back and forth as August tried to get a peek between them.

“Obviously nothing,” he said, watching your legs.

“Come on, I’m not making you sleep on the fucking floor, get in,” you said, throwing back the sheets on the other side of the bed.

“Yeah?” he raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not that heartless,” you said, watching him as he started to undress.

“I never thought you were,” he said quietly, dropping his shirt to the floor and working on his pants.

“Jesus christ,” you mumbled as he pushed his pants down.

“What’s that?” he smirked, turning his head to look at you.

“Your ass is incredible, but I’m sure you know that,” you said, still staring at it as he turned around-now you were looking at something else that was incredible, and your eyes widened.

“See something else you like?” he asked, playing with the waistband of his underwear.

“I sure fucking do,” you said, unconsciously licking your lips.

August knelt on the bed in front of you and ran a hand over the large bulge in his underwear, squeezing and watching you squirm.

“I knew you fucking wanted me,” he said, crawling over you, his lips hovering above yours.

“Just shut up and fuck me, Walker,” you said, grabbing his head and pulling his mouth to yours.

He kissed you hungrily and tore your tank top off without warning. You gasped as he threw the cloth to the floor and immediately went to suck on your nipples, tugging gently with his teeth, making you cry out and beg for more.

August yanked your panties down with one hand and his fingers were quick to find you dripping .

"Look at you soaked for me already," he snickered, pushing two fingers into your cunt.

You cried out and arched your back as he pumped them into you slowly.

"Fuck," you gasped as his fingers slid from you.

August swiftly removed his underwear and your cunt throbbed at the sight of his thick cock. He grinned smugly and you rolled your eyes, parting your legs so he could kneel between them.

You bit your lip as he dragged his cock through your wetness and stroked himself slowly, spreading your wetness over his length. He groaned and pushed his fat head to your entrance, grabbing your hips and lifting you up to sit on his knees as he entered you.

You gasped and clutched the sheets at your sides, your cunt pulsing around his girth. When August saw your face relax as the pain faded, he pulled out slowly, just to slam back into you. You screamed his name and arched your back as he started pounding into you rapidly.

You were feeling dizzy when he started rubbing your clit, his fingers pressing firm circles on your swollen bud.

You screamed and nearly sobbed when you came, your body shaking uncontrollably, and seconds later he pulled out and came in thick spurts all over your pussy. You moaned as you watched him squeeze every last drop from his swollen, red cock, then rub his cum all over your tender cunt.

Your legs juddered with the last wave of your orgasm, watching and feeling his cock rubbing into you. You both moaned and August fell to your side, both of you trying to catch your breath.

"Well," you wheezed, "we have about fifteen more hours now."

August gently shoved you over onto your stomach and gave your ass a firm spank.

"Oh we're just getting started."

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5.5k celebration Prompt list

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Hey, im obsessed with Henry Cavill as Sherlock so can i request one were the reader is pregnant and they want to Tell Enola? Pleaseee

My Student

warnings: a whole lotta fluff

omg this concept, my heart🥺🥺

(gif not mine)

It has been a few days now and you have been feeling sick every morning and occasionally in the evenings too. Sherlock, being the doting husband he was, had surprised you at how much he freaked out.

For a man who saw crime and death so much, it surprised you he would be so scared of something so small.

But he kept reminded you it was only because he cared about you, not that he was, you know, generally scared. His words.

For a detective and a woman capable of running her own school for girls, it took you both longer than you'd ever admit to realise what was really happening.

When the news was confirmed, you both immediately knew who to inform first. Enola.

Enola looked up to you as an elder sister. She was always finding time to meet you and spend time with you, helping you in your endeavours however she can. She would never actually say it out loud but she wanted to be just like you one day.

So when you and Sherlock managed to find her in a new place this time, she was more than happy to see you.

"(Y/N)!" She immediately hugged you, you returning the affection. You always wanted a little sister to take care of, nurture as your own into someone strong and equally beautiful. Although Enola's mother had already done pretty much all of that job, you still wanted to be a small part of her journey.

"Brother." She nodded, giving him a smile. Your husband nodded back, putting his arm around your waist and on your side of the stomach once again. Enola noticed that action, but didn't say anything.

Of course, nothing escaped her eyes. Just like your husband.

She always noticed him putting his arm on your back, around your waist. Or on your stomach.

When you entered her room, you found she had found a decent place for herself at last.

"So...." She wagged her eyebrows at you. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

You smiled. "Can't we just check up on you once in a while?" You asked, not knowing how to breach the topic you actually came here to talk about.

"You can, but the protective arm of Sherlock," she glanced at your stomach, "the wringing of your hands," she nodded at your hands, "and the awkward smile you're giving me right now suggests otherwise." She concluded.

"Oh let's just get it over with!" Your husband spoke. "(Y/N)'s pregnant." He bluntly stated.

Two gasps were heard. One from you, this is not how I imagined it, spilling out of your mouth quickly and quietly. Second from Enola, who had a grin spreading across her face.

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god!" She was jumping on the spot. "Congratulations!" She hugged you and, a rare sight, her brother. "Oh my god I will teach that baby everything."

"Like what?" You asked, smirking.

"Everything mother taught me! Tennis! Fighting! Everything!" Her face was growing red from how much she was smiling.

"Is she more excited than I was?" Sherlock teased.

"Definitely." You nodded.

"That baby will be my first student." She said proudly.

"Then we have nothing to be worried about." Sherlock said and you nodded.

it's been a loooong time since I wrote anything so thank you for requesting and hope this was good!! thank you so much for reading this!! feedback is well appreciated xoxo

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