#first time draping an drafting everything myself woo !

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Progress on my current project ! Having some with stripes and slashing this time around. Didn't take any progress photos for the hosen/pants because it broke my brain a little, lol. I also started doing fingerloop braiding for the lacing cords.

I still have to fix a few things on there, including fixation on the brustfleck, and after that onwards to making the hat !

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On The Planes Of Reverie

Henry Cavill x OFC smut

Warnings: dreamy, rough smut, unprotected sex, bodily fluids, mentions of ..I think a medieval war camp? 

Word count: 1.371

Author’s note: It’s difficult for me to fall asleep unless I first conjure up a scene. I’ll think of the space, smells, people and more often than not I have very vivid dreams after - sometimes to the aggravation of my poor boyfriend who has to endure my wild thrashing around. BUT! It also gave me the idea to write this little smutty drabble. I hope you may enjoy it my dears - I wasn’t even sure whether to post it..but ah well..here we are 😘Have a good evening my sweets!

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‘Ohhh cold,’ I quickly ducked beneath the velvety cover, the material much too cool for my liking now winter had arrived. Brr.

‘Coming,’ Henry grinned, turning back towards the ensuite to spit out his toothpaste and turn off the lights.

After a few shivery cold moments, teeth clattering, the sheets lifted again, more cold washing over me before I was welcomed by the long awaited bask of hot skin against my back. ’Sorry,’ He hummed in slight mirth as I jumped at his cold fingers traveling over my belly - he obviously didn’t really mean it as his words were followed by a deep rumbling sniffle.

‘Mmm,’ I grumbled in mild annoyance, scooting a little further back so I was settled comfortably in the curve of his body, pressing myself into his chest and thighs.

Henry, my personal body toaster, was all I now needed as London was sure to be struck by an icy storm tonight. I hated winter.

‘So what are you going to be dreaming about tonight?’ He asked.

‘Really? You’re really curious about that?’

‘Mhm. I’ve never heard of people like..prepping their dreams. I’d love to hear what you’ve got planned for tonight.’

I turned my head slightly in his direction as I tried to think, the room too dark to see anything. What would I be dreaming about? Good question.

‘I see…’ I yawned. ’..the insides of a large canvas tent. It’s dark, except for the illumination of a few candles lit in stormlights. I’m on a bed covered with furs, having just lain down; it’s not all that warm yet. Quite cold actually. I shiver. The tent is luxurious. Rich jewel toned fabrics, a table with war plans in the corner. And outside..a storm is picking up, guards slushing through thick inches of mud as the canvas tent flaps and pulls.’

‘Mmm…’ Henry nodded into my hair. ‘Am I there?’ Henry’s warm breath fanned over my skin, causing small goosebumps to run up my arm. I smiled.

‘I don’t know. But I do feel a body next to me. A warm arm draping over me, fighting away the cold in my bones.’ I sighed as Henry squeezed me a little tighter, smiling into the crook of my neck.

‘I think I know what happens next.’

‘Do you now?’

Henry moved his hand to cup my jaw, turning my head back towards his, effectively caging me in his large arms. His dark voice rumbled as he placated a few ghostly kisses over my cheek:

‘You can’t see him, but you can feel him. He murmurs a strange language to you; not that you care. You need his warmth as a cold draft enters through the cracks between the tent and the ground. You shiver.’

And I did shiver, my body moulding to Henry’s touch as I let myself drift in between sleep and wakefulness.

‘And then?’ I asked, breathing out softly as I felt my body sink, slip into the dream.

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His skin felt like hot coals, making my nerve ends sizzle and tingle. But after all the cold, the sensation was most welcome. For a moment I forgot about the restless thump of feet that walked passed our heads - just a few centimetres away from us. Mud splashed beneath the soldiers’ boots and I could hear the rain hitting the canvas above us.

For a moment I forgot about the incessant fear that crept over me, making me quiver like the cold wind did as it whispered through the cracks between the heavy canvas. And the man behind me hushed me, coaxing me to press myself deeper into his warm cocoon. He had been in bed for a while, his skin all toasty, sticky even. I didn’t care.

He spoke, but his words made no sense. More feet passed, metal clanking on metal. Some groans in the far distance. Had there been a fight? It might just have, as I felt how I wasn’t just cold; I was aching. Soured leg muscles and a dull pressure near my right ribs. Nothing major, but enough to make my breath hitch as his fingers traversed my thin shift covered chest, massaging the soft flesh of my breast beneath. Again he hushed me, but this time it was more incessant, as if to keep a secret, his body pressing another hard bit into me. No large thighs or rock-like pecs. But his member, as hard as the planes of his abs that jerked as I placed my cold fingers on his naked skin.

I half-expected him to protest my icicles probing him, but he didn’t make a sound, a hiss. All he did was nuzzle the back of my neck, fanning hot air over my cold skin, drawing a different kind of goosebump trail over my arms.

In an instant I found my belly pressed into the soft furs, his weight crushing down on me as he rolled his body into me, rubbing my clothed behind to show his need - he did groan this time.

I moaned ever so quietly, offering him the only answer I dared give as yet more people passed by the tent, halting just a meter or so away from us, their dark voices discussing something over the loud howl of the wind and rain.

The cold air returned in licking waves to my calves, thighs, bum, until my shift was dragged up enough for him to return as my human-shaped blanket. Warm, heavy and needy, his teeth finding the soft spot between neck and shoulder. I let my fingers roam over his skin again, though it was hard from my awkward position, face pressed in warm fur, body caged beneath his.

Again he spoke and again I didn’t understand, but there was no real need for it anyway. This dance was so primal that all I needed was that velvety steel that rubbed so eagerly between my thighs, sliding through the gentle pool of wet heat that was slowly gathering.

I took too long apparently; he spit in his hand before he pressed beneath my hip and onto my core, his hips now starting a slow grind, cock rubbing through my squeezed together thighs whilst his fingers bruised my clit. Harder, harder, harder he pushed me and I whimpered softly. The feeling pushed all minor pains away. Scents wafted around me. Iron, salt, sweat and fur. The softest of grunts rumbled in his chest.

Harder - his other hand curled around the back of my neck, keeping me down as his knuckled hand pulled me back into his groin. Into a thick hot shaft that impatiently pushed and forced, willing me to relax and let him breach through, nose nuzzling my hair, his breath hitching. Inch by slow inch, the last inches slipping fast and hard into my cervix; I was somehow glad he had roughly pushed my face into the fur, muffling my cry.

More soldiers walked past.

Hot and cold mixed. Whenever his body rolled out to push back in deep, the icy air wrapped around me. And then he was back, claiming me. Taking me with force that made the bed shift slightly, his hands curling in an even more bruising push and pull on my hip and neck.

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‘Fuck.’ Henry growled, his voice distinctly different but the hot, cold, sweaty dance of skin on skin the same. Mewling softly I blinked open my eyes to realise where I was. Back home. Back in our London bed. ‘You awake?’ He whispered, feeling up my cold shoulder, the blanket fallen down as I had obviously been writhing up against him, his hard-on pressing into my wiggling ass.

I panted softly and let out a soft chuckle. ‘Yea…Woo..I checked..he wasn’t you.’

Henry pushed himself up a bit, kissing my shoulder in question.

‘In fact he had nothing on you.’ I rolled into his embrace and pressed up to kiss him eagerly. 

No, everything about Henry was better. The way he made my heart and core ache for him, how wet I got for him as I all but sensed him around. With mighty need I clawed a hand around his shoulder, begging him to do something about my half-finished soaking wet dream.

I imagined he’d be smiling down at me, but it was too dark to see. 

He rumbled. ‘I’ll give you something good to dream about.’

And that he did.

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