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[musings-sans-muse]

This looks hella fun. Norway, Slovakia and Latvia 💁🏻‍♀️

- norway 🇳🇴 : do you prefer wearing trousers or skirts? Trousers. I’ve never had the thigh gap I deem necessary for me to wear a skirt. Unfortunately.

-  slovakia 🇸🇰: how many languages can you speak? That I can speak, like, hold conversations, five. For surviving (I can only speak loose sentences) another two.

-  latvia 🇱🇻 : do you have any scars with an interesting or grisly story? I have a scar on the inside of my big toe from when I dropped a sharp knife just right, and it hit my big toe tip first, slicing it open. Another interesting one was from a stupid game my brother was playing with a friend of his and I was standing near them. My brother decided it was a good idea to hurl a huge piece of broken glass towards the boy. He ducked and the glass hit me right where my eyebrow ends (half on my temple, half on my forehead). I once decided it was a good idea to cross(?) under a fence instead of jumping over, and the barbed wire left a 20cm gash on my lower back. 

I don’t what hurt more: the wire or the tetanus shot.

Thank so much for asking honey!

[thethirstyarchive]

Hi there! :) I just wanted to drop in and send you a personal thank you for liking AND reblogging my 'Waking Up Next to You' fanfic about Henry. Nothing but love and appreciation to you for reading it.

This is so sweet! It's no problem 🥰

I am always hungry for fics about Henry or his characters and I'm just trying to make sure more people can see them by reblogging

[geralt-of-baevia]

Easy Like Sunday Morning

Prompt: ‘Sleepy morning sex with Henry’ by @the-soot-sprite​. I hope you like it, love! 💕 Warnings: grinding, fingering, hand job, slightly rough sex, unprotected sex. Word Count: 1.2k 

The sun shining on your face awakens you. Begrudgingly, you open your eyes and look at the time on your phone: 6:37 am. You groan to yourself. It was much too early to be awake. As you begin to wonder if Henry is awake, you feel his strong arm slink around your middle. 

He pulls you in close against his bare chest. His chest hair tickles your bare back, but the warmth you’re suddenly enveloped in makes you never want to leave. You begin mindlessly rubbing his forearm, running your fingers through his arm hair softly as you settle against him. He hums out a sigh of contentment, pulling you tighter against him even still. 

Henry kisses your exposed neck, sending tingles down your body as his scruff scratches against your delicate skin. You stretch with a content sigh. As you do, your ass accidentally brushes up against him, feeling his morning wood. You smirk to yourself as he sighs out a small moan from the friction. You arch your back against him and grind your ass on him, trying to act as innocent as possible. 

His hands slink down your side, sending shivers over your body. You let out a pleased moan at his touch. Henry continues to kiss at your neck, occasionally nipping and sucking at the skin. He slips a hand up under your pajama top, his hand slowly trailing along your stomach up to your breast. 

You breathe out heated sighs as he begins to knead your breast, his fingertips brushing against your sensitive and taut nipple. Once he makes it to your nipple, your breathing hitches in your throat as the contact sends bolts of electricity throughout your body. You grind your ass against him, needing some kind of friction as heat and wetness begins to grow between your legs. 

Henry lets out a moan as you grind against him. His hand quickly moves from your breast to your hip, holding onto it firmly. He begins to grind on you, rubbing his hard cock against the valley of your ass through your shorts.

You reach behind you and take his hard cock in your hand. He lets out a soft moan at your touch. You begin stroking his shaft up and down, slowly at first, wanting to tease him as much as possible. Henry begins kissing at your neck again, his lips more desperate. You speed up your stroking and he lets out a groan as he rests his forehead against you, his fingertips digging into your skin. His breathing speeds up along with your movements. 

You can feel how wet you are, and all you want is for Henry to touch you. No, you need him to touch you. 

He pulls your hand away from his hard, swollen cock and pulls you up against him again. He sneaks his hand around the front of you, dipping his hand underneath your shorts. You moan out as he begins running his fingers up and down your wet folds, finally getting the contact you desperately needed. He pauses at your core to tease you, only rubbing his fingers around your opening before running his fingers back up to your clit, rubbing it side to side, knowing how much it drives you crazy. 

You close your eyes and reach a hand back and grab a fistful of his dark curls, completely lost in sleepy pleasure. As he continues to play with your clit, you grind up against him, loving the way his cock feels against your ass. His pace speeds up and your once quiet moans become louder, your utter bliss increasing. 

Suddenly, Henry removes his hand from your pussy and you groan in protest, not wanting his touch to stop. He kisses and nips at your shoulder, grunting as he reaches down and pulls your shorts to the side, exposing your wet and wanting pussy to him. 

He starts massaging up and down your folds again, but from behind this time. You grind against his hand, wanting more friction than he was giving you. A moan catches in your throat as he thrusts a finger deep into your core. You remove your hand from his hair and move it in front of you, gripping at your sheets and the mattress as he pumps his finger in and out of you. He adds another finger and you mewl out a cry as he stretches you out. 

He bites onto your shoulder as he adds a third and final finger. You begin bucking your hips, riding his fingers, dying for it to be his cock instead. You reach your hand down between your legs and begin to play with your clit as he continued to finger fuck you, a needy whine escaping you. 

Apparently touching yourself wasn’t in Henry’s plans because he removes his fingers from you and grabs your hand, taking it away from your clit and placing it back on the mattress. You grind your now exposed pussy against his cock, eliciting a shocked groan from him. 

Henry reaches down and takes his cock in his hand before rubbing the head of it up and down your slit. You press against him, yearning for his cock to be inside of you, filling you up until you couldn’t take anymore. 

Once he couldn’t take it anymore, he plunges his cock deep inside of you. You moan in unison as he fills you up, bottoming out in one smooth motion. Even though he prepped and stretched you out, he’s big enough that it feels like he’s splitting you in two from the inside. You can’t help but love and crave the feeling, though. 

After a moment, Henry pulls out before pushing back into you with a little more force. He soon starts at a steady rhythm, your walls adjusting to him and your pleasure increasing with each thrust. You throw your head back against his chest as he fucks into you, moans escaping between your short breaths. 

You can feel the heat in your core grow, your body climbing its way to peak. Henry can sense that you're close and moves his hand from your hip back to your clit, rubbing it fervently as he fucks into your harder. Your moans grow louder the closer you get. Henry bites into your shoulder again, his sharp canines digging into skin just right, 

You can feel your body about to peak, and you grind yourself back around his cock as he thrusts into you, causing the head of his cock to hit your cervix. Two more thrusts and you explode, letting out a loud cry as your body spasms with pleasure. He continues to fuck you through your orgasm, desperately chasing his own release. Soon he’s coming too, spilling his seed deep inside you, grunting out a moan as he orgasms. 

You lay on the bed motionless, your breathing fast and erratic as you come down from your high. Henry pulls out of you, wincing slightly as he does. He lays back against the mattress and you roll over, resting your head on his chest. You mindlessly play with the dark hair on his chest, trying to calm your breathing. Henry leans down and kisses your forehead, giving you a squeeze. 

“Good morning,” he tells you in a satisfied sigh.

You chuckle, looking up at him with tired eyes, nodding in agreeance. “Good morning indeed.” 

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[ladyreapermc]

Your 4 year old wants a sibling so Henry and you are taking it into their own hands to fulfill that wish, thank you, luv 😎

Yeeeees! Can’t let that baby waiting! 😉

Warnings: terrible puns and children’s innocence. LOL

You woke up with something poking you in the belly button.

At first you tried to ignore it, because it was so early but it pressed harder and you shot up startled, looking around to see your son was the culprit.

“Buddy, what are you doing?” you asked, rubbing your eyes and looking at the empty space in the bed. Henry was probably out with Kal for his walk or in the kitchen starting breakfast and left William sneaked in bed with you.

“Putting a seed in your belly,” the boy replied, poking you again and you squirmed away, noticing  the little sunflower seeds scattered on the white sheet.

“Why?” You asked, so confused. Of all the weird things you song ever did, this was definitely among the top five.

“So, I can have a baby brother!” he flashed you a toothy grin, his blue eyes shining in excitement. “I asked Auntie Jane and she said that’s how babies come from.”

“Oh my God!” you clamped a hand over your mouth, stifling your giggle, because you didn’t want him to think you were laughing at him. “Oh buddy, that’s not how it works.”

“It has to be daddy’s?” he asked, a deep thoughtful frown on his face and you could only nod, afraid that if you tried to speak you wouldn’t be able to contain your laughter. “Ok.”

William jumped off the bed and ran out of the bedroom, calling out for Henry.

“Daddy, daddy! Come! Put your seed in mommy’s belly! I want a brother!”

Now you couldn’t help yourself. You bust out laughing so much your belly hurt. Blessing children and their innocence.

A few moments later, a very confused Henry walked into view, giving you a look.

“Did I just hear what I think I heard?” Henry asked coming into the bedroom, his face flushed, the same frown William had spotted earlier in his gorgeous features.

You giggled, unable to stop yourself.

“Thank God he didn’t yell that yesterday when your parents were staying over.”

“Small mercies,” Henry nodded, crawling into bed and meeting your lips for a kiss. “So, Will wants a brother, huh?”

“I guess he does,” you smiled at your husband, arms coming around his neck as he rested his body on top of you. “We can’t disappoint him.”

“Nops,” Henry smirked before deepening the kiss. “Maybe I should put my seed in you. Not in your belly though… Lower.”

“I’m still on the pill, Hen,” you replied, tilting your head to let Henry kiss his way down your neck. “But I’ll make an appointment with my doctor.”

“In the meanwhile,” Henry started, kissing the hollow of your throat before getting up. “We can start practicing tonight.”

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[yespolkadotkitty]

When you arrive home, achy, tired, the strains of the radio can be heard winding through the house. “Frankie?” you call, toeing off your shoes, and going to search for him.

You pass by the kitchen - empty. Something smells fantastic in a pot on the stove, but you put off investigating it until you find Catfish.

He’s sitting in a chair in the yard, his ballcap pulled down low, hair sticking out of it at all angles. His legs are stretched out in front of him, arms folded over his chest, and your heart just turns over at the sight of his dear face, relaxed in sleep.

Chuckling, you slip the ball cap off his head, dropping it into his lap, and he jerks awake, mumbling something incoherent before his sleepy eyes open.

“Just resting my eyes, babe,” he mutters, and his mouth turns up at one corner in that adorable, habitual half smile of his.

“Sure you were.”

The radio by the leg of his chair starts to play the familiar, dulcet tones of Springsteen’s Secret Garden, and you sigh. It’s one of your favourite songs.

Frankie stands up and stretches, rounding the chair and pulling you in for a hug. He smells of grillsmoke and paprika and something uniquely Frankie,  and you melt into him.

“You love this song,” he murmurs, and then encourages your arms to loop around his neck. “You wanna dance with me, sweet girl?”

“I..” You should check on whatever he’s put on the stove, really. Would it be burned? And you need to call the doctor to check what time your appointment is tomorrow-

Then Frankie dips his head and brushes his lips over yours, and he tastes warm and sweet, and his scruffy face tickles you in just the right way, and you think: fuck it.

Springsteen croons from the ancient radio as Frankie sways with you, and you slip one hand over his t-shirt, beneath his battered flannel shirt, rest your palm on his lower back.

“She’ll lead you down the path…” Frankie sings lowly against your hair, off-key and in reality, pretty fucking awful, but he’s so soft and sweet that you don’t care. He’s yours, and you remember when you first met, when you watched him shyly take his cap off and ran a hand through his tumble of thick hair, when you heard him laugh, saw the corners of his eyes crinkle, and ached to be his.

“What did you cook?” you ask against his collarbone. 

“The famous Morales five-alarm chilli.”

You wince, and he laughs. 

“I’ve toned it down to three alarms for you. And the stove’s on a low heat; it won’t burn.”

You snuggle in, breathing in the scent of his skin. He’s your home, and just breathing him in fills you with a rush of oxytocin. 

Bruce continues to sing softly from the old radio speakers, and the sun is just setting, birds serenading the arrival of dusk, and a gentle breeze sways the oak tree in your yard as Frankie rocks you in his arms. 

Your hand wanders down his back and you tuck your fingers in the pocket of his jeans. They are so old that one of the knees has a big hole in, and the crotch is almost indecent, but he never wears them outside - they’re his home jeans. He murmurs approval as you cup his ass, and you wiggle in closer and you can feel his interest stirring against your belly. “Sweet girl,” he mumbles again, but his voice has dropped half an octave. “Need you.”

“Let’s dance a little longer.” 

The radio has segued into Tom Petty’s It’ll All Work Out, and the neighbourhood is quiet. From a few houses away, the enticing smell of barbecue drifts in, but here in Frankie’s arms, you’re safe, and loved, and the world beyond is a million miles away.

You stretch up to kiss him and Catfish obliges, taking your offering and parting your lips with his, licking into your mouth, and it’s sweet and hot and oh, you missed him, and you thrust your fingers into his hair, loving the texture.

“Yo, Catfish! You back there?”

You laugh against your husband’s mouth. “You didn’t say we were having company…?”

“Fuck. Sorry, baby. Forgot.” He curses again in Spanish, dropping his forehead to yours as Pope and Ironhead appear around the side of the house. “Sure hope I’ve made enough chilli,” he grumbles, as you move to greet the boys - friends of yours as much as Franke’s. They’ve all helped each other through some truly serious shit, and you love them like brothers.

Even so, you would have liked just one more dance in the garden with Frankie.

But, you think, as you watch him hug his friends and joke around with Pope in Spanish, there’s always tomorrow.

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[musings-sans-muse]

adorkabeezle replied to your post “Unsanctioned”

musings-sans-muse bloody hell! I really shouldn’t read that while I’m at work! It’s so fucking hotttt!! ������

Thank you so much! 💜

That makes me wonder if I should add NSFW to the warnings in future smutty fics?🤔

[geralt-of-baevia]

Hmmm…

Might fuck around and post a new chapter of…

✨✨HAPPENSTANCE ✨✨

VERY soon 😉

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[ranveer--singh]

Here is some soft August, because who doesn't need this softy in our lives.

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[yespolkadotkitty]

Sweet Girl

I place the blame for this at the feet of the super-talented @keeper0fthestars​ for making me fall hopelessly in love with Catfish.

Warnings: indulgent smut.

The morning light spills in, one ray of sun at a time, through the curtains and on to your bed. You stir, the warmth of the sheets above you a deterrent to waking up, and beside you, Catfish moves slightly, mumbles, still dozing.

You move over to snuggle up to him, and he smells of the bitter tang of coffee, of the cedarwood body wash he uses in the shower, and something not quite definable but completely his alone, and he lifts an arm, still sleepy, and you snuggle in backwards, back to his chest, and he rests his scruffy chin on your head and sighs your name in that deep, husky-edge voice, and it’s everything.

You doze off again in his arms, and when you wake up again, your positions have shifted, you’re cuddled into him, your legs sandwiched between his, your torsos pressed together, close as you can get. Catfish is a big guy, tall and lean but muscled, and when he’s so soft and pliable like this, you can never get enough of how the scruff on his jaw feels under your palms, how his skin tastes when you flick your tongue over his collarbone, exposed by the loose, worn v-neck of his sleep t-shirt.

“Mmmmm,” he groans, opening one eye, that soulful brown gazing out at you for a moment before he closes it again, lashes dark on his cheeks. You snake your hand down his body and sure enough, he’s hard and curved against his belly, and an answering fire flickers between your own legs.

You burrow your face into the curve where his neck and shoulder meet and nose against the scruff on his jaw, and he murmurs approval sleepily. You let your hand curl around his cock, hard in his sleep pants, and he sleepily bucks into your hand, and oh, it’s so good, and you almost want to stay in this prelude to sex forever.

But as the sun continues to invade silently, the rays of warmth spilling on to more and more of your bed, Catfish has other ideas, pulling you as close as can be and moving to kiss down your neck, muttering your name against your skin, the flicker of his breath safe and warm, and you slide your free hand into his untamed tumble of hair - fuck, you love his hair - and luxuriate in the milk-chocolate locks.

“Need you, sweet girl,” Catfish mumbles into the hollow at the base of your throat, and clumsily you undress each other. You feel half-awake still, underwater, and he’s your anchor. His sleep clothes come off, and so do yours, making a little lump under the sheets, and then he rolls you under him, and you thrill to the press of his long, lean body, going a little soft at the edges, on top of you. You lift your legs and hook them around his hips and feel the press of him there, and my God it steals your breath.

“You ready?” he murmurs, those brown eyes gazing into yours, soft and filled with love and lust and it flips your heart right over.

You smile suggestively. “I could be more ready.”

Catfish smiles slowly, and presses a kiss to your lips before sliding down your body. You hear the soft swish as his feet push your nightclothes on to the bedroom floor and then he’s there, facial scruff ghosting over your inner thighs, and you lift your knees to make a tent for him, and he growls, just softly, in his throat, before putting his tongue on you, and a little mewl escapes your lips.

You lay back, letting your eyes close as he really gets into it, eating you out like it’s an Olympic sport, and he’s really good at it, having you seeing stars with just a few clever flicks of his tongue, and you moan his name as he burrows back up to you, and you lock him in with heels in his ass as he sinks deep into you, his hips cradled in yours, and you clutch at his shoulders and rub against the scruff on his jaw, welcoming the friction as he slowly, lazily, fucks you into the mattress. 

You lift your hips in time with his thrusts as little noises from the outside world filter into your consciousness, a car starting in the distance, the bark of next door’s dog, but you stay cocooned in the safety of Catfish’s arms as your orgasm spirals slowly through your belly, coiling tight.

“You with me, sweet girl? Querida?” Catfish asks, and you shiver at the way his voice drops half an octave when he speaks Spanish.

“Come with me,” you groan, clenching a fist in his hair, and he does, his thrusts sure and fast and deep as he spills everything he has into you, and it’s very, very good.

“Welcome home,” you say, stroking lazy circles on his back when he collapses on top of you, and he shudders with the little aftershocks of really excellent sex.

“Why did I leave again?” He mumbles, and he’s lax and sleepy again, and his voice is even huskier, and your heart splits in to with the intensity of your love for him. “Sweet girl,” he says once more, and you can tell he’s slipping back into sleep, still inside you, and you go with it and curl into him, and you stay there as long as you both want.

Not beta read, I’m so sorry, @queenofheavenandhell​ I fell into this hole yesterday when I was meant to be writing your honeymoon au! Also tagging: @pedropascalito​ @littlemissthistle​ @adorkabeezle​ @hopelessromanticspoonie​ @just-the-hiddles​ @wednesdaybraids​ @pedrosasscal​ @pablopascal​ @restingnurseface​ @manawhaat​ @wolvesandhoundshowltogether​

[geralt-of-baevia]

Welcome Home

Summary: Henry comes home after being away for a couple months and you two quickly make up for lost time. 

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: SMUT. There’s literally like 1% plot to this. Rough sex, fingering, grinding, oral (m&f receiving), switch!Henry, unprotected sex, choking, orgasm denial, and I think that’s it?

A/N: Hey, y’all! So, I’ve had REALLY bad writer’s block the last week and half and finishing this has helped that flow! If you’ve sent me a request, I promise I’ve seen it and I’ll get to it soon! But I had started this one a long time ago and decided it needed finished! Also this is my first thing I’ve ever written in 2nd person so be kind! 😂😝

Also thank you to @princess-of-riviaa​ for lightly beta-ing this and giving me the confidence to post!

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Henry was coming home today. He was coming home today. You hadn’t seen him in two months and it was driving you crazy. Not only did you miss seeing him and being with him on a daily basis, but you missed his touch. It might seem silly missing something like that, but you couldn’t help it. You missed cuddling with him in bed on cold mornings, the way he rubbed his calloused thumb over the back of your hand when he held it in his, his body hotly pressed between your legs at night. 

 You two FaceTimed every morning and texted all throughout the day, but it just wasn’t enough. The bed always felt empty and colder, his side of the bed vacant of his tall frame. You were happy that you could sprawl out on the bed for once, but you’d much rather have him there beside you. 

You were in the living room reading by the window when you heard the doorknob begin to jiggle. Your heart started beating quickly, your stomach jumping up into your chest. You watched anxiously as he opened the door. Once the door was closed behind him you jumped to your feet and ecstatically ran towards him. 

Right after he dropped his bags and kicked his shoes off, you jumped up and wrapped your arms around his neck, your legs wrapping around his middle. He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around your middle and gave you a tight squeeze. 

“Well, hello darling,” he said through a wide almost goofy smile.

“Oh, Henry I missed you so much,” you said, muffled into the crook of his neck. He squeezed you a little tighter, breathing you in. You could feel your body melt against his.  

“I missed you, too, baby,” he said. You lifted your head to look at him and gave him a hard kiss on the lips. He kissed back just as hard. You sighed against his lips, gasping as he began trailing kissing down your jaw and onto your neck. This wasn’t what you were expecting to happen the moment he walked through the door, but you weren't complaining either. 

“Henry...” you breathed out. You gasp again as he nips at your collarbone, causing shivers to race down your arms. He moved his hands from under your thighs to under your ass, grazing your center with his fingertips through your leggings as he did so. You groaned, digging your fingertips into his skin.

As he kissed his way back up your neck to your lips, you moved your hands to grip at his shoulders. They felt so toned under his shirt. That was one and only thing you loved about him being gone for shooting, he always came back with a little extra muscle.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he said before urgently reattaching his lips to yours. He grabbed at your ass hard, moaning against your lips as he did so. 

Suddenly Henry turned you around and had you pinned up against the door. He bit at your bottom lip, grazing it with his teeth. You moaned as he kissed you hard again, this time swiping his tongue along your lower lip with his tongue. He deepened the kiss and began massaging your tongue slow and sensual with his. 

The two of you began grabbing and touching each other everywhere you could reach. The two months of want and need that had built up were finally coming to fruition. You wanted to touch every part of him. Soak in his touch, the feel of his skin, even the smell of him. You couldn’t get enough of him on a normal occasion, but after so long without him you were really taking it in. 

You gripped your legs tighter around his middle, feeling how he was already hard through his jeans. He groaned into your mouth and began grinding up against you. You pull back from the kiss and throw your head back with a moan. 

“Henry, I need more,” you mumbled out. 

“Yeah?” he asked, a devilish tone to his voice. 

“Yes, please,” you say before leaning in to kiss and nip at his neck.

 Henry grabs your hips roughly and adjusts you so his thigh is between your legs. You could feel his hard-on trapped in his jeans press against your thigh. You groan at him, and you’re slightly taken aback when he put one of his hands around your throat. 

Your breathing hitches slightly as he tightens his grasp, pushing you against the door and holding you there. He was holding in away that you could still breathe, but tight enough to let you know he was in charge at the moment. 

You were putty in his hands, and he knew it. 

“Oh, is this not good-” he said as he grinded his thigh up between your legs, not letting go of your throat, “-enough for you?”

You roll your hips forward against his thigh in response, moaning at the friction. He tightened his grip on your neck.

“That’s a good girl, grind on me,” he demands, low and through gritted teeth. You do as you’re told and continue to grind against his toned thigh. 

“Hen-Henry please,” you choke out. He smirks at you, releasing his grip on your neck. You take in a deep breath. 

“Please what?” he asked, “what do you want me to do?” 

You swallow hard. “I want you to fuck me, please. Please fuck me, babe.”

Without another word, Henry turns you around and starts heading for the bedroom. After you made it through the doorway and to your bed he lowers you back onto the mattress. 

As soon as you were safely on the bed, you watch as Henry moved his hands to the top of your jeans, hastily undoing the button and the zipper. Once they were undone he hooked his hands on either side of your jeans and underwear and pulled them down and off of you, throwing them somewhere to his side. You sit up and rip your shirt off before attaching yourself to him. You just wanted to feel as much of his skin against you as you could. 

“Hen, I’ve missed you so much babe,” you mumble against his skin. He reattached his lips to your neck and began kissing and nibbling at your skin. 

“God, I’ve missed you, too,” he replied. You felt as he reached around you and began undoing your bra hurriedly. 

The moment your bra is stripped from your body his hands and mouth are on your breasts. His mouth sucking and biting at your left nipple, his rough fingertips playing with the other one. You grab a fistful of the back of his curls, pulling lightly and causing him to moan against you. You were so preoccupied with the attention he was paying to your nipples that you didn’t even realize his free hand had made its way down in between your legs. 

A breath hitched in your throat as his fingers slid down in between your slit, his calloused fingertips lightly brushing against your clit. Henry kisses his way from your breast up and chest and neck to your ear. 

“We’re just going to have to get you nice and wet for me, aren’t we sweetheart?” he whispered into your ear, sending chills down your body.

 It usually took you a while to get wet where you two could further things, which you had always been self-conscious about before Henry; but he loved it. He told you he loved getting to play with you and make you ready for him, no matter how long it took.

You nodded at his words. “Yes, please.” 

“Yes, what?” he asked, licking at the spot right below your ear and sending even more shivers down your spine. 

“Yes sir,” you mumbled out. He groaned out a low sigh, running his fingers now back up between your folds. You shuddered as he brushed against your clit again. 

“That’s a good girl,” he praised. 

Henry began kissing his way down your neck, nipping a little harder now at your skin. He kissed and nipped at your collarbone, causing you to let out a shudder. You lean back on your elbows and watch as he trails kisses lower and lower down your body. As he made it to below your navel he spread your legs out, giving him more room to make his descent. He stopped at your hips, giving each hip bone rough kisses. 

You make eye contact as he spreads your legs out wider and lowered himself down to kneel on the floor. He reached his hands under your legs and up around the outside, his fingertips digging into your inner thighs as he spread them further apart. You let out an impatient sigh as he begins kissing from your knee down to your pelvis, a devilish grin flashing on his lips. Right as he was about to kiss your center he switched to the other knee and kissed his way back down to your pelvis again. You groaned at the denial of pleasure. 

Henry moved his hands from your thighs down to your slit, leaning forward towards it. You groaned again as he spread open slickening folds, exposing even more of yourself to him. He blew softly on your clit, the contrast of cold air against your heated core causing you to let out a soft moan.  You close your eyes and throw your head back as his warm tongue licks it’s way from your opening slowly up to your clit. A loud moan escapes your lips as his tongue rolls back and forth against your bundle of nerves. It felt like ecstasy was racing through your veins as he continued. 

You groan as he pulls his mouth away from you. 

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he said fervently. You sighed at his words, the heat at your center slowly growing warmer. Henry puts his hands on your hips and pulls you down the bed so that your ass is just at the edge. He moves his hands to the crook of your knees and pushes them up and out, spreading you out again in the process. Instead of teasing, this time he finds your clit as quickly as he could with his tongue. 

“God, that feels incredible,” you moan to him. The moment after you spoke he began sucking at your clit causing another loud, uncontrollable moan to escape you. You grab at the sheets around you, needing something to hold onto as bliss takes over your body.

You look down as he pulled away again, watching as he let your left leg down and rested your foot on the bed. He put his middle and ring finger in his mouth, sucking and licking them to make them wet. A shudder ran through your body at the sight. 

He brings those two fingers up to your clit, rubbing it tenderly before sliding them down to your opening. Without any hesitation, he slides his fingers inside of you, and you let out a low moan as he continues filling you up. You shiver as his fingers finally made their way to knuckle deep in you. He pulled back out slowly before pushing back into you.

He lets out a pleased ‘hmm’ as he begins pumping his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace. You could feel that he was having an easier time gliding in and out of you, meaning you were wet and ready for him. 

It didn’t matter how many times you had sex, he always seemed so proud of himself that he could get you turned on and make you wet. You didn’t understand why, but you weren’t complaining either. You were the one who got to enjoy it. 

As he continued to fuck you with his fingers he reattached his mouth to your clit. 

“Oh my god, Henry...Henry,” you murmured out. Soon you could feel the space between your legs overwhelm with heat and the promise of climax, it spreading throughout your entire body. 

“Henry, Henry I’m getting close, baby,” you mewled at him. He continued for a few seconds, but as you were about to cum he stopped, pulling both his hand and mouth away from you. A cry that was a mixture of frustration and want came out of your mouth without warning. 

“Have I told you recently that you’re a dick?” you ask him through gritted teeth. He raises an eyebrow at you as he puts the two fingers that were inside of you in his mouth again. This time he licked and sucked on them to get all of you off of him, moaning lightly as he did so. 

“And have I told you recently just how much I love eating you out?” he muses, licking his fingers more. You groaned out again. 

You didn’t know why you expected anything different. He was always such a tease, getting off on getting you close, and then not giving you the gratification you so desperately craved. You sat up, grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him in closer to you. If he was going to tease you, it was only fair that you got to do the same to him.

“You know, you’re wearing too many clothes,” you told him. He raised his eyebrows at you. 

“Is that so?” 

You put your hands on the hem of his shirt and pulled up. He lifts his arms up so that you could pull it up over his head before discarding it to the side. It took everything you had to not instantly attach yourself to his bare torso with your own. Instead, you let your fingertips trace the light outlines of muscles on his torso, running your fingers through the dark hair on his chest. He shivered as goosebumps raised on his skin from your touch. 

“Is that better?” he asks, watching your hands move along his body. You shake your head. 

“No, you’re still wearing far too much,” you tell him, a playful grin forming on your lips. 

You move your hands down to the front of his jeans and begin to unbutton them. He stood up as you began to pull down on his zipper, making it easier for you to get his pants off. You tugged down on them, pulling them down and pushing them to the floor. 

You palmed his erection through the fabric of his boxer briefs, causing a sigh to escape his lips. As you continued, he looked down at you. He grazed his top teeth over his bottom lip with a muffled moan. 

“God, please touch me,” he breathed out. You smirked up at him.

“But baby, I am touching you,” you tell him as innocently as possible. As you continued palming him through the fabric, you lean forward and place light and tender kisses on each of the indents on his hips, a part of him that made you absolutely swoon. He groaned and you could feel his eyes on you. 

“Baby, please touch my cock,” he pleads, impatience in his tone. You hook your pointer fingers on the waistband of his underwear at each hip and begin to pull them down at a painfully slow rate. 

You watch as the elastic band hooked on his cock before it popped out from behind the fabric. An accidental gasp left your mouth at the sight of his arousal in front of you. You pushed his underwear down to meet his pants on the floor.

You look up to see he had been watching you the whole time, hunger in his eyes. You turned your gaze from his and place your attention back to his cock in front of you. Lightly, you run the tip of your pointer finger along the bottom of his cock, pressing against his slightly throbbing vein. He shuttered out a breath, his hand finding your cheek lovingly. 

You lean forward and, without touching his shaft, give the head of his cock a soft kiss. His breathing starts to get heavy as you kiss your way down to the base of his shaft. 

“Babe- baby please, please-” 

“Please what?” you asked him, using his own words against him now. You kiss the base of his cock, looking up at him along his shaft. 

“I need my cock in your mouth, please. Please,” he tells you with a sense of urgency. You grin up at him. Maybe you could understand why he was proud of himself for turning you on. You loved that you were the one who made him this hard, who made him plead. 

Without a word or response to him, you grab his shaft with one of your hands and take his cock into your mouth and begin bobbing your hand and mouth up and down his erection in sync. He let out a jagged moan, causing a spark to light up between your legs. 

His hands find your hair, his grip getting tighter the deeper you took him in. You could tell he was restraining himself from holding onto the back of your head and fucking your mouth, making you choke and gag on him. You move your mouth to cover just the tip of his cock and begin swirling your tongue around it while pumping his shaft with your hand. A loud moan came out of him as you do so. 

You remove your mouth from his cock and replace it with your other hand. They moved with ease after his shaft was wetted by your mouth. When you looked up at him you saw that he was already looking down at you, raw lust in his eyes. 

“God, I love watching you do that,” he said, biting at his lower lip. 

“Yeah?”

“Mmhmm. But there’s something else I’d much rather be watching,” he said. You knit your brow at him. 

“And what is that?” you asked. You lean forward and give the head of his cock another kiss. Henry moves his hands from your hair and leans down to grab your arms and lifts you up to stand, causing you to begrudgingly let go of him. 

He leans down and kisses you passionately. One of his hands moved to cradle your face at your jawline, the other down to your ass where he roughly grabs a handful of your right cheek. You moan into the kiss as his hand continues to grab and reach lower and lower towards your dripping wet cunt. He sighs pleasantly once his fingers reach, dipping them in just enough to drive you crazy. 

He breaks his lips from yours and rests his forehead against your own. “Turn around and get on your hands and knees on the bed. Now.”

You nod and do as he says, turning away from him and climbing onto the bed. You get onto your knees before leaning forward onto your hands and then lower to your elbows, knowing the angle would give him better access to whatever he was going to do. There was a long pause after you get into position, and then you hear a soft thud. You assumed it was probably him removing the clothes around his ankles and tossing them aside.

“Spread your legs out,” he orders. As you move your knees apart you feel his hands rub softly over the curves of your ass. “More.” 

You shuddered slightly at his demanding voice and again do as you're told. He rubs his hands from your ass down to the small of you back, grabbing you on either side and pushing your upper body closer to the bed, forcing your back to arch more. It also made it so you were completely spread out and exposed to him. 

A gasp escapes your lips as you feel him begin trailing kisses over your ass cheeks and down each of your thighs. You were surprised when you felt him place both hands on either side of your slit and spread it open, blowing cold air up and down your folds again. How wet you were made the cool air feel extra cold and sent shivers across my body. 

“God, I fucking love your pussy,” he murmured before the sudden and much-appreciated contact of his mouth on your clit, burying his mouth and nose in your folds. But he’s done too soon for your liking, a whimper coming out of you as he pulls away. 

“Don’t worry darling, you’re going to like what I’m about to give you,” he tells you through what you can tell is a smirk. Before you have time to retort you feel the head of his cock slide up and down your glistening folds. You’re breathing hitches in your throat as he pushes himself into your tight pussy, filling you up. 

You cry out as he does, moaning his name. It had been so long since he had been inside of you and your walls have to adjust to him; he was much bigger than the toys you had used in his absence. He only fills you up about halfway before pulling out and pushing back in again. This time he fills you up all the way, his hips pressing against your ass. 

“Fuck baby girl, you feel so good,” he says in a moan as he grabs your hips. He begins to thrust into you, picking up speed as he goes. You bury your face into your bedspread, it muffling your moans and cries of pleasure. You feel Henry’s hand glide it’s way up your spine before grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling you back so that your back is against his chest. 

“If you’re going to moan out because of me, I want to hear it,” he grits through his teeth. He trusts into you hard, causing you to moan out into the room. “That’s a good girl.”

“Fuck, I’ve missed you Hen,” you manage out through ragged breaths. 

“I’ve missed you, too, baby girl.” 

“H-Henry I’m starting to get close,” you mewl out as you feel the familiar fire begin to spread throughout your body. 

“I am too, fuck,’ he breathes out, “wh-where are the condoms?”

“I want you to come inside of me...without one.”

Henry stops his movements for a moment before turning you around to face him, holding you in his arms. “...but babe you’re-”

“I started the pill while you were gone,” you say, looking up at him through your eyelashes, scanning his face to try and see what he was thinking, “I want to feel all of you when you come inside of me.”

Before you can say anymore Henry has your mouth captured in a deep kiss, pulling you close against him. “You want me to come inside of you, darling?”

You nod as he trails kisses down your neck. “Yes Henry, please. I want to feel you fill me up.”

He pushes you back onto the bed and leads you to move back until your head hits the pillow. You spread your legs so he can position himself better over you, kissing and nipping at any skin he can reach. He lines up the head of his cock with your entrance and without any hesitation plunges deep into your wet pussy, hitting all the right spots at this angle. As Henry begins rocking his hips against yours you feel the fire in your core begin to build again, your breathing becoming shallow. Henry can tell you’re close and quickens his pace.

“Come on baby, come for me,” he grunts at you between thrusts, egging you on,  “come around my cock. I want to come inside you baby, I want to fill you up with my-”

Before he can finish you peak, your body beginning to shake as pleasure spreads throughout every ounce of your body. Your orgasm is the strongest it’s been since you saw him last, making you see stars. Henry’s thrusts only get stronger as he fucks you through your orgasm, coaxing out his own. 

You shudder again as you feel him come inside of you, his thick seed coating your walls. Your body convulses again as you feel his cock throb inside your aching pussy. Sex with a condom had never felt like this, and now you understand what the hype has always been. 

Henry leans down and kisses you sweetly on the mouth and rests his forehead against yours. A tired smile plays on your lips as you try to regulate your breathing. 

“Fuck, I missed you.”

[ranveer--singh]

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[ladyreapermc]

So! I already asked today 😈 buuuut since you are officially doing requests, I’d love to be kidnapped by Henry and ahem claimed. Because my size kink is raging today. Feel free to take it playful, dark, primal 💖 you are the writer 😻 I love you!

You can ask as many as you want love! Always! 😉 Hope you like your “drabble” LOL

Warnings: dom!Henry; possession kink;

You knew you were working too hard and barely having time for Henry when he was just back from shooting his new movie and about to take off for another season of The Witcher, but you couldn’t help it.

This would be one of the biggest book launch events your publishing company would do and you needed to be on top of everything, which meant late hours at the office, making sure that everything was perfect for next week.

“Hey boss,” your assistant peeked her head inside your office making you look up from the documents you were browsing. “Car’s waiting downstairs.”

“What car?” you frowned. “I didn’t…” you looked down at your phone and there was a reminder of a meeting with the new author you just closed a deal. “Shit!”

You didn’t remember agreeing to this but then again, you didn’t remember what you had for breakfast this morning. Wait... Did you have breakfast? No time to wonder now as you rushed to get up and shrug on your coat.

“Thanks, Daliah,” you said picking up your purse and pocketing your phone. “Remind me to give you a raise.”

“It’s already in your planner.” She winked at you as you stepped into the elevator and as the doors slid closed, you watched her typing a message, probably letting the driver know you were in the way.

The black sedan was waiting for you outside, not your usual town car but you didn’t have time to wonder. Just got on the backseat, calling a quick greeting to the driver as you texted the caterer the last minute adjustments required for menu.

You were so absorbed in these tasks that you didn’t even noticed where you were going until you looked out of the window and realized you on your way out of the city.  

“Excuse me? I think you’re going the wrong way…” you called out, finally paying attention to the driver and that profile was unmistakable. “Henry?”

“Hey, love,” he glanced at you through the review-mirror. “Don’t worry, I know exactly where I’m going.”

“Hen, this isn’t funny, I have a meeting…”

“With me,” he answered, flashing that all fangs smirk. “As matter of fact, Daliah made sure to clear your schedule for the entire weekend. You should really give her a raise.”

If you weren’t so worried about the event, you would agree. Instead you were just annoyed that Henry had convinced your assistant to con you into going out of town with him when you definitely didn’t have the time. You left your laptop back in your office and only had your phone and tablet with you, but neither wouldn’t last the night.

“Now, you can work for the next 45 minutes until we get to the hotel, but after that I’m taking your phone and tablet away and you won’t get them back until Sunday,” Henry informed you, attention shifting back to the road and you sighed, knowing it was pointless to argue.

So you did what you could in the timeframe he offered you but as soon as he parked the car, Henry snatched both devices from your hands, giving you a warning look that told you to behave before he stepped out and circled the car to open the door for you.

“Bear, do you have any idea how much I…” your words were cut out as Henry kissed you with fervor as soon as you were out of the car, making your thoughts scatter and the protest to die on your tongue.

He was holding you with a hand on the small of your back, bending down to reach you, almost blanketing with his sheer size and that never failed to send shivers down your spine. It wasn’t just that Henry was tall. It was the broad shoulders and the solid frame; the wall of muscles that made you feel so safe and incredibly aroused over the fact that if Henry so wished, he could make you do anything he wanted, pin you down and carry you around, manhandle you and pretty much claim you and there was absolutely nothing you could do to stop him.

Just that kiss, all full of meaning, his tongue pushing past the seam of your lips, his large palm holding you in place as he devoured your mouth, his stubble leaving red rashes on your chin. Your small hands clinging helpless at the front of his shirt, because your knees wobbled at the intensity of his kiss showed you had no way out. You were his for the next two days to do whatever Henry pleased and there was no point in argue. Not that you wanted it anyway.

When he finally released you, you gasped desperately for breath at the same time you tried to chase his lips, not even close to satiated from his touch and passion but Henry’s hand moved to your nape, holding you still as he smirked at you.

“That’s better.” he pressed a sweet kiss on your forehead before meeting your gaze. “Now, panties.” For a second, you just gaped at his outstretched hand. “You’re not gonna need them for the rest of the weekend.”

“Hen, you’re not…” your trailed off as he arched his eyebrow at you. He meant it. Every word.

With your cheeks heating up, you reached beneath your pencil skirt and shoved your panties down until they fell to your feet. Henry grinned wickedly as you picked them up and put them on his hand. Only then he stepped away from you, letting you move aside so he could close the car door with one hand while he pocketed your panties with the other.

You were acutely aware of the feel of the wool of your skirt against your naked ass as Henry guided you to the elevator, his hand  once again on your back, his thumb sneaking beneath the waistband and caressing the bare skin just above your ass as you two watched the numbers rise.

“You know I could finger you right now and no one would be the wiser,” he said, giving you another one of those wicked smirks.

“But you’re not going to…” you protested, swallowing the lump of embarrassment in your throat as you glanced at the camera in the corner. “Bear…”

The words died on your throat as he slipped his hand under the hem of your skirt, massaging your cheeks, his lips softly grazing your cheek in a loving, very chaste kiss, his body shielding your lower half from view as the elevator doors slid open and another man stepped inside, giving you both a short nod before turning his back on you.

“You’re mine and I do whatever I want with you,” Henry whispered, nipping your ear. “Now, keep quiet, dear,” he said, his fingers finally finding your slit and pushing inside.

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