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adriennebarnes · 13 days

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Hey there I was wondering if you could write for Henry Cavill and can it be something like y/n is kind of a newly famous younger singer and is on the Graham Norton Show with Henry and you know he’s always kind of been objectified which kind of makes me sad so maybe Graham mentions that y/n is a fan of Henry and he assume it’s mostly about his looks but y/n asks Henry about gaming and stuff like War Hammer and stuff and he’s really happy that it’s not just a bout his looks and it’s a cute moment as they bond about that stuff and maybe turns a little flirty. Hope that makes sense x

This is so cute! I have watched some Graham Norton interviews with Henry Cavill and I have looked up about War Hammer to make it as accurate as possible, Y/N will be 28, I believe that age gap is good, 12 year age gap like my parents’, hope you like it! Like always, it will be Hispanic Reader because you didn’t clarify ☺️

Nerds in Love

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Henry Cavill and Y/N bond over their love for Warhammer and World of Warcraft in the most unlikely place.

Warning: no warnings.

A/N: im sorry if I keep mentioning Eiza González in my Henry Cavill fanfics but she is literally the only Latina that can be linked to him, the only other Latina is technically Shakira and I don’t think they even talked. Also, I LOVE Becky G so she will ALWAYS be like a reference when it comes to outfits or songs when writing about “singer! Reader”

Y/N was in the recording booth, recording her new song.

“Soy muy buena niña, 100 de calificación, tengo todo bien resuelto, vivo chill de vacación, cerveza, billar, dados, tacos son mi tradición, pero tú eres idiota.” Y/N sang but her manager made a signal to stop and the backing track stopped, Y/N took off her headphones. “What’s going on? I thought it was sounding really good.” Y/N got out of the booth.

“It was, it really was, my dear, but I got a call and Graham Norton wants you on his show as his musical guest.” Y/N manager, Milagros, said. Y/N got a water bottle out of the mini fridge by the soundboard.

“Graham Norton? I didn’t think I was popular enough with the UK crowd, I just started.” Y/N said, drinking water.

“Your song was in a movie, you gained a lot of fans from that. Plus, you’d be surprised how many Europeans LOVE Latinas. Would you be interested? He wants you in 2 weeks.” Milagros said

“I don’t know if I can, I don’t even watch the show.” Y/N said.

“Well, i thought you’d be interested since Henry Cavill will be one the guests.” Milagros said, she turned to leave the studio.

“In 2 weeks, right?” Y/N asked.

“Yes! Okay so Henry Cavill will be there with Eiza González, and Henry Goulding. I’m gonna make the call, continue recording, this song is going to be a hit, I know it.” Milagros walked away to make the call.

“Okay compa, do we start from the top?” Y/N asked, stepping into the booth.

“Yes, that would be preferable.” The music producer said.

Y/N was backstage getting her makeup done.

“Oh my god, I’m so nervous. I’ve seen what people have said about Renee Rapp and how she has no media training, these people will rip me to shreds.” Y/N began to panic to Milagros.

“A ver, mi niña, cálmate, You’re going to be great, you’re going to sing your heart out, sit with the Henries and Eiza, and answer some questions that Graham might have about your musical journey. You’ve been working for this, you’ll be great.” Milagros said. Y/N was wearing a decent performance outfit that’s also TV appropriate.

“And welcoming the Latin Pop Princess of the moment, here’s Y/N L/N singing her hit, ‘Arranca’” Graham announced and Y/N walk out on stage wearing this.

She sang her song and everyone applauded. Y/N walked over to sit next to Henry Goulding.

“Y/N, that was a spectacular performance, honestly.” Graham complimented her.

“Oh thank you, I was very nervous, this is my first TV appearance.” Y/N responded.

“Does not seem like it. I’ve heard that you are a big fan of Henry Cavill.” Graham said.

“Oh yes, I really am.” Y/N responded, nodding her head excitedly.

“Are you a fan of his shirtless movie scenes?” Graham asked and Y/N laughed a little before catching a glimpse of Henry who looked a little uncomfortable with Graham’s question.

“No actually, I became a fan of his when I discovered that he’s into Warhammer as well.” Y/N replied and Henry looked at her.

“Really?” Henry asked.

“Yes! I’ve collected quite a few, sometimes I just don’t have the time to paint all of them so there are a few figurines left untouched.” Y/N said.

“Whenever you finish painting, we should play together sometime.” Henry said.

“I’d like that a lot actually, it’s a dream come true to okay Warhammer with the great Henry Cavill, are you kidding?” Y/N said and there a few laughs.

“So Y/N, you’re still new to the industry, only being signed for what, 5 months? How did you get discovered?” Graham asked

“Well, my friend was holding this fundraiser because she runs that performing arts school in New York, the one Timothee Chalamet went too…” Y/N started and there were cheers in the crowd. “Yeah, Timothee is popular, anyway, she needed to replace a performer who got sick, she knows I sing, so instead of playing world of Warcraft that night, I was singing on stage and this woman, who is now my manager, came up to me with this tall guy and said I had a really great voice and if I was interested in becoming a singer.” Y/N said.

The last 6 minutes of the show was just Y/N answering questions because she is new to the industry. When the show finished, Y/N was walking backstage when she felt someone touch her shoulder. She turned around and saw Henry.

“You play world of Warcraft too?” Henry asked.

“Yeah, I do. Along with The Witcher, it’s actually the reason why I became a fan of you. I know I said it with Graham, but it’s awesome that there’s a celebrity with the same hobbies as me, you know? Besides, it’s fun to surprise people who only see me as a pretty face.” Y/N said.

“Yes, I feel the same way, a lot of people see my body and they become a fab of me because they think I’m hot.” Henry said.

“I mean you are hot, but you are so much more than that.” Y/N said

“What do you feel about getting dinner with me right now?” Henry asked. Y/N looked down at her outfit.

“Let me change and I’ll let Milagros know.” Y/N said.

“I’ll wait for you outside the door so we can leave together.” Henry said and Y/N went to her dressing room and told Milagros everything.

“Ay mija, Im so excited for you. Have fun, tell me everything.” Milagros said, giving Y/N her change of clothes.

Y/N walked out and saw Henry on his phone. He looked up as soon as he heard the door open and close.

“You look great. Let’s go.” Henry said, holding out his arm so Y/N could hold on as they started walking out of the studio.

The End

I hope you like it! I was thinking of a part 2 where Henry and Y/N are on the show again and Y/N sings “So American” and they just talk about their relationship. If you think that’s a good idea that is

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agirlcandream84 · 2 years

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Ragdoll | Dark August Walker Smut One-Shot

Apparently I’m on a Henry Cavill kick. This one is dark and has some Daddy kink in it so steer clear if that’s not your thing. It’s rough and could be interpreted as dubcon. Fair warning to anyone who finds that triggering. I understand that this fic might not be everyone’s thing.

Dark August Walker x reader (written inclusively)

Word Count: 1,496

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI. Smut, Dub con, Daddy kink, degradation, female masturbation, p in v, anal, spanking, sub/dom

You promised you wouldn’t-- it was a rule after all-- but as you scrolled through your camera roll, you felt your body ignite with desire. Picture after picture of August’s behemoth cock, sent to you from afar with a promise of destroying you when he returned. You had waited 10 days, 10 LONG days, but were near breaking. If August ever found out he’d be livid. You weren’t to touch yourself in his absence-- Daddy didn’t like that-- but he would never know.

You settled into the bed, shimmying your panties off and removing your t-shirt, your breasts already free from a bra (that was another rule, no bras in the house). You started rubbing your tender clit in small circles with your manicured finger. It was achey from throbbing and the pressure was an instant release. It only took moments for familiar pressure to build but you were desperate to be filled. You kept a dildo, one that reminded you of August, tucked under the corner of the mattress but never actually used it. It was one thing to touch yourself while he was away, it was another thing entirely for anyone- or anything- to fill you up while he was gone. You shuddered at imagining his reaction if he ever found out.

You reached for the dildo with trepidation, almost pausing to return it to its hiding spot but you were nearly whimpering with need. Against your better judgement, you slide the dildo into your weeping hole, clenching it instantly and imagining August. You find a rhythm, one you’d been craving since the moment he walked out the door ten days ago, as your face grows flushed and you begin to make a mess on the bed.

August was meant to return in 3 more days but he cut the trip short when his business contact proved to be useless. He had duties at home and grew frustrated at the fruitless trip. His blood was near boiling by the time his long plane ride concluded and he wearily climbed the front steps to the immense home where he kept his princess.

It was instant. The familiar sound of your moan from upstairs. His eyes shoot to the stairs and the tips of ears grow flame red with rage. This was forbidden - his princess touching herself in his absence. After that fucking useless trip. After that fucking long flight. He comes home to find disobedience. He drops his bags where he’s standing and makes for the stairs, a controlled and menacing march. He hears it again - the whimpers and moans tumbling from your lips. Those were his to claim and his alone. As he climbs the steps, is rage grows exponentially, his jaw clenched and his lips contorted into a snarl. He unbuckles his belt as he takes the steps and frees his cock, hard with menace, straining painfully against his trousers. His pace continues unaltered as he reaches the top floor and rounds the corner to the bedroom.

You’re splayed out on the bed, legs spread wide, your wetness covering your slit when he sees it-- the dildo, stuffing your whole and spearing you deep and something within him snaps. His mind goes black as he’s consumed with a cocktail of unbridled fury and menacing lust.

In three strides he’s in front of you, your eyes still closed in ecstasy, as he yanks the dildo from your hole and hurls it across the room, shattering the bedside lamp. Your eyes pop open in terror, your heart racing at the sight of him and the absence in your core instant.

“Aug -” you begin but with near instant speed he slams his steel cock into you. You gasp for breath at his depth, his rage stunningly apparent. August did everything with anger, this wasn’t new, but this time there was a haunting blackness in his eyes, a primal rage you hadn’t known before. He pummels you mercilessly with a force that feels unsustainable. Every thrust is a ram up the length of the bed, your tits slamming hard up your body and a bruise blooming on your ass as he slams it with his form. Your slit stings, his deepness tearing new space with every thrust. Tears prick in your eyes - fear and pain flooding you, competing for your attention with your growing arousal.

“Daddy I’m sorry,” you weep, your body being wrecked with his savagery.

“You’ll learn your lesson,” he grunts, his movements undeterred. He leans the weight of his form deeper onto your prone body, folding your body in half so that your calves nearly rest beside your ears on either side. His angle is so deep you feel the sting in the pit of your core, almost a tugging sensation each time he thrusts, intent on destruction. Your tears flow in earnest but you receive your punishment -- your safe word floating in the back of your mind but never crossing your lips.

His pace quickens, bucking into you with abandon, smashing his body above yours and constricting your breath. You feel it nearing, the first time an impending orgasm frightened you. The tightening in your core felt new - a terrifying sense of release clawing at you.

“Daddy,” you moan, tears still streaming down your cheeks.

“Cum now slut. Fucking cum like the slut you are,“ he growls, the words nearly spat in your face. You obey the order, letting out a primal scream as an orgasm crashes through you, your body convulsing and bucking beneath him. You squirt, the force of it nearly forcing his shaft from your cavern but he only continues with more rage.

“Daddy please,” you manage to choke out, convulsing, his cock feeling too thick in your hole. You’ve hit overstimulation, desperate for him to slow his pace.

“I’ll stop when I’m done,” he snarls without compassion. He briefly pulls his cock from your slit and grabs your hips to flip you face down. He yanks your ass in the air and enters you from behind in one swift movement. He pumps savagely three times and again withdraws. You feel the searing sting of his slap as he spanks your ass. He enters agains and rams three times, the force nearly knocking you forward. Again he withdraws and spanks your ass, already red and aching. He repeats this pattern 5 times, his cock only growing harder with every repetition.

He withdraws again and teases your puckered hole with the tip of his engorged cock. You gasp when you realize his intentions. “Daddy no,” you whimper, turning your head to watch him. You feared his savagery in your tightest hole. August commonly liked to fuck your ass but never when he was fueled by rage, an absence behind his eyes.

“You want to be a slut, so you’ll take it like a slut,” he grunts as he presses deeply to enter you. The sting is immediate, his thickness punching you in your core, deeper than he’d ever been. Despite the sting, you feel an immense sense of pleasure as his cock massages your walls from his unconventional angle. The tightness of your hole is nearly strangling him, bringing him close to climax. He turns savage at the impending release, gripping the swell of your ass tightly and ramming so violently that you cum again, trembling so unstoppably that you collapse flat onto the bed as he finishes his work. Sweat drips from him as he works your hole, barely gaining movement in the tightness until he release a thick stream of his seed into you.

He stops, his cock still buried in you, the sound of your mutual panting the only thing filling the room. The smell of sex hangs in the air. He grips cock by the base and glides it out of your hole, his sticky cum following the trail. You feel the edge of the bed sink as he sits and hauls your form like a ragdoll over the expanse of his thighs. He lands a stinging blow on your tender ass, stickiness covering his hand and he returns for another slap. Your sniffles return as he completes ten brutal slaps to your tender cheeks, each one landing with a grunt.

Once he’s finished, he collects you upright in his lap and brushes the hair out of your sweat and tear-stained face. He holds your head to his chest and rocks slightly back and forth, his form still stiff with residual rage. “Why did Daddy punish you?” he asks, his voice contained but with less of the darkness than before.

“Because I broke the rules” you say, barely above a whisper.

“Because you broke the rules,” he confirms with barely any tenderness. His hand slips low, landing between your legs and cupping your center with propriety. “This pussy belongs to Daddy. Only Daddy. You understand that now?” he asks. You nod your head silently. He kisses the top of your head. “Good, don’t make Daddy angry again.”

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imnotwolverine · 3 years

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Wolfie’s Fic Recs | The Grand Library of Kink 1/2

THE GRAND LIBRARY OF KINK - Allow me to give you a list of treats to quench the unbearable thirst between your thighs.

>> Looking for part 2 of this list? <<

🖐WARNING: NSFW - SMUT below the cut 🖐

Author’s note: Let’s be honest. You probably are prowling the Tumblr grounds for the same reasons I am: there’s some darn good porn fics out here. And in the year I’ve been in the Cavillry, I’ve gathered a most wondrous collection of soft to extremely kinky fics. Time..to make a more comprehensible list of my favourites thusfar! (💦It’s long, so you better have some fresh panties at the ready💦)

In this library you’ll find:

Part 1:

Self-help 101

Cherry Popping Goodness

Vanilla With A Sprinkling Of Sex Toys

Vanilla - Toybox Special

Henry’s Hands Special

The Hook-up

Part 2:

Sensory Delights

The Triple Threat

Fuck - The Geralt Special

Take It Like A Pussy - The Napoleon Special

Hammer-time - The Walker Special

Cpt. Cunnilingus - The Syverson Special

Thighs And Canes - The Sherlock Special

Fem!DOM

Self-help 101

[This one’s all about the act of self love - solo masturbation]

Toys are for boys. Unless it’s in the bedroom..right? Almost The Same by @lunedelorient [Henry x Reader]

Mike can’t help himself as his gaze falls upon your lipstick stains on a beer bottle. Where else would he like those stains to be? Lipstick by @emyearns [Mike / reader]

A toy arrives to sweeten the lonely nights when Henry is away. There’s only one minor detail as the package is being unwrapped; she isn’t alone yet. Flying Solo by me [OFC x Henry Cavill]

I love fics written in Henry’s point of view. In this one Henry can’t take it no more. He simply needs to let off some steam; I Need A Woman by @chamomilebottom [Henry Cavill x reader]

This man gets caught..a lot, doesn’t he? You give Henry a helping hand as you catch him in the shower in Welcome Home by @rosethornsanddaisies [Henry Cavill x reader]

I wasn’t sure whether I should put this in the self-help section. So consider yourself warned: watch out..you’re in for a solo-lovin’ surprise in On Display by @ladyreapermc [August Walker x Reader]

Cherry Popping Goodness

[There’s a first time for each flower to bloom - loss of vaginal/anal virginity]

The bookstore meet-cute, the skipping heartbeats, and the fluster of cheeks as she just read a steamy passage of her book aloud. It’s the perfect recipe for romance...though there is one tiny, tiny... Her Minor Thing by @ladyreapermc [Henry Cavill x erotica novelist!OFC]

For one night only, gigolo August Walker will make all your fantasies come true. His specialty? Sweet, innocent little flowers. Velvet Chains by @littlefreya [August Walker x reader]

The morning after the cherry popping, a bud starts to bloom. White Honey by @littlefreya [Henry Cavill x reader]

This fic! This. Fic. I hadn’t seen I Capture The Castle when I read this fic, but it made me fall for Stephen so freakin’ hard that I kind of watched the movie straight after. It’s sweet, blushing-cheeks worthy and utterly cinematic. Bluebells by @yespolkadotkitty [Stephen x reader]

August Walker, a virgin? Well..there’s a First Time For Everything by @hope-to-hell [August Walker x reader]

Theseus didn’t mean it to go this way. But he was so thirsty - and now for more then just a drink of water. To Die of Thirst by @hope-to-hell. [Theseus x reader]

It’s Geralt’s first time and isn’t a Witcher body just a fascinating thing..hmm... Anatomy Lessons by @princess-of-riviaa [Geralt x experienced!reader]

I didn’t know bullet point lists could be this sensual and H.O.T. - First Time w/ Henry by @henchry [Henry Cavill x reader]

GOODNESS ME. Can first times be like this for everyone, please and thank you?! My Flower gives you squirt-inducing, sweet talkin’ Henry making the most out of this special little moment. By @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader]

Wait till marriage with August? Highly unlikely....right? Uncharted Territory by @chamomilebottom [August Walker x reader]

Now onto some other sanctuaries to plunder. (Anal that is) Poker Night @foodieforthoughts [Syverson x OFC]

Lets @littlefreya’s words entice you into a new world as you and Henry finally pick the Forbidden Fruit (yep, anal again) [Henry Cavill x OFC]

And now we’re on the anal train, I do notice that men barely ever get any backdoor lovin’ from their partners. And I know, I know: most men are really apprehensive about it. But goodness can it be good! Sy has learned of it’s sweetness and reminisces that first time in Sy And The Sex Tape by @hope-to-hell [Syverson x reader]

Vanilla With A Sprinkling Of Sex Toys

[Couple’s sex with just a touch of kink]

Let’s start with a game. Written in the language of love (French that is), this enticing bit of foreplay gets the blood streaming alright. Invisible Touch by @emelinelovesjc [Henry Cavill x reader]

Is it time for my favourite poetic foreplay fic?! YES it IS! Ode by @wolvesandhoundshowltogether just does something for me and I can simply not explain - just go ahead and read it and see for yourself! [Henry Cavill x reader]

The key to good sex, is foreplay. And teasing during an event? You bet your sweet ass you can get Henry riled up. Tease by @captainbigdy [Henry Cavill x reader]

Ready for some myrrh mountain-esque, super indulgent eroticism? Read Confessions by @captainbigdy [Henry Cavill x reader]

Birthday sex

What do you give a man who has it all, for his birthday? A little boudoir, a little make-out on the couch and...Happy Birthday by @rosethornsanddaisies [Henry Cavill x reader]

Apparently boudoir pictures for Henry’s birthday is on y’alls mind! A Picture’s Worth by @sunflowersstan gives you a belated birthday present - but that definitely should not spoil the fun. [Henry Cavill x reader]

Home (coming)

For once, Henry is forgiven for his ungodly early alarm clock: it’s beach time! And Kal will be there too. Home by @chamomilebottom [Henry Cavill x reader]

Henry, unfortunately, isn’t always home. In fact, he’s away quite a lot. Meaning it’s all the important to make up for lost time: Welcome Home by @geralt-of-baevia [Henry Cavill x reader]

And what’d you do if he finally comes home, but an impromptu surprise party is organised by his friends? Better Keep Quiet, baby. By @toomanystoriessolittletime [Henry Cavill x reader]

Does that come with side effects? When a 200 pound beast tackles you after coming home, you just might feel it in the next few days. Lust Worthy by @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader]

Home is also domestic goodness ( “Can I, baby?” He whispers against your cheek, placing a soft kiss to it, his eyes searching to meet yours. >> I mean..YES YOU CAN!! DO WHATEVER YOU MUST YOU HUNK OF A BEAR 😩) in this sweet ficseries chap by @lovelycavills: The Night [Henry Cavill x reader]

Tropes to lovers

Friends to lovers trope, anyone? Of Fck It by @tillthelandslide gives you beers on the couch, friendly banter and then WOOPSIEDOODLIEDOO. [Henry Cavill x reader]

More friends to lovers with one accidental wet dream while lounging on the couch with Henry. Dreaming by @yoursecretsmutblog [Henry Cavill x reader]

Or perhaps PA/boss to lovers? Thunder by @toomanystoriessolittletime gives you Henry in full Geralt gear and rain..lots and lots of rain - meaning it’s time for a ..😏break. [Henry Cavill x OFC]

One more PA story to get the storm in your pussy settled. Years after working for Henry, you send a drunk text and he Answers. In the flesh. By @toomanystoriessolittletime [Henry Cavill x reader]

Audio porn

Another thing I got quite attached to while I learned all about my kinks here on Tumblr, is audio porn. And what better than to have Henry do some audio recording for us thirsty women? Erotic Audios Present... By @thetaoofzoe [Henry Cavill x OFC]

More audioporn!Henry? @toomanystoriessolittletime has got you covered with Talk Dirty To Me, starring photographer Henry who has had.. a bit of a past - and doesn’t his voice sound terribly familiar? 🧐[au!Henry Cavill x reader]

Communication

Smutty fics practically always skip the “So what do you actually like”-part. Well. This fic covers it - and then some. The Interview by @peachyvulpixie. [Henry Cavill x OFC]

And communication is very - very important. Especially when moving stuff around, right Henry? A Little Bit To The Left by @lunedelorient [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Communication is also key when you want to decide on sub/dom dynamics. Switch has daddy vibes, but in a domestic, confidential, well-established relationship. By @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader]

Or, you may just want to tell sweet Henry that it’s definitely okay to get a little louder between the sheets. Express Yourself by @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader]

A thrilling ride

Want to “chose your own adventure” in smutty style? @sciapod’s got just the thing you’re looking for with BD Morning Energy [Henry Cavill x reader]

Sometimes it’s rough, sometimes it’s sweet, but ever and ever; it’s truly Henry. Read about various types of horny Henry in Shapeshifter by @wanderinglunarnights [Henry Cavill x reader]

Body/orgasm insecurity

This was a very personal piece to write. I have difficulty reaching orgasms, especially with a partner, so for all fellow ladies with the same little problem: Henry is here to give you some Riding Lessons between the sheets. [Henry Cavill x OFC]

And I’m so, so glad that there’s at least a few of you here on Tumblr who can also get a little worried and even impatient between the sheets. Thankfully Henry is the posterboy of Patience, ready to unravel you piece...by.. delicious..piece. By @captainbigdy [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Nipple love

Female nips get all the lovin’. But male nipples? Not often. Tease by @the-soot-sprite will make sure that is taken well taken care off. [Henry Cavill x reader]

Alright, and now for a little female nip-nip action, let’s dive right into the action. Rough lovin’, shovin’ Cavill is showing you how terribly fucked out he can get you in In My Thoughts by @jolly-polly [Henry Cavill x reader]

Horizontal vs. vertical sex

Shower sex is such a delectable topic to read about (even though in real life it’s usually awkward and impractical). Let your dreams bring you..after workout Showers with Henry by @darklydeliciousdesires [Henry Cavill x reader]

Or perhaps honeymoon shower sessions? Mirror by @tillthelandslide [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Did someone say honeymoon? Marshall remembers having to climb through that darn window the night before he married you and it makes for a super sweet, domestic fluffy smutty sex scene. And did I mention there was family right at the other side of the door? 👀 Locked by @fourmarkdove [Marshall x reader]

After all that working out it’s time for some food. But what would Henry prefer: ragu or you? What’s Cooking by @writingforhenry [Henry Cavill x reader]

Netflix and Chill

Netflix and chill, anyone? This Movie Night becomes a little steamy 💦 by @writingforhenry [Henry Cavill x reader]

It’s really difficult to watch tv with Henry around, and Freya gets a little frustrated with his incessant teasing; can a woman not just watch some Mindhunter in peace, damnit?! The Refund by @wolvesandhoundshowltogether [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Play-time!

From game play to girlfriend play during an extremely boring day in lockdown. Confined by @darklydeliciousdesires [Henry Cavill x reader]

More game chair smuttiness? It’s Game on! Mic on! - And ..Eh.. wait..what?! By @thecavillchronicles [Henry Cavill x reader]

Is tickle-play a thing? After a long day where everything seems to have gone wrong, you just need a good shag and Mike will make sure you can Sleep soundly tonight. @emyearns [Mikey x reader]

Alright, it’s a thing. Here’s some more tickle play with Marshall. Laughing During Sex by @promptandpros [Marshall x reader]

Hereby I declare that hairplay is also a thing. And with curls like Henry’s..I mean..come on. Love So Soft gives you dry-humping like horny teenagers after a bad day - and yes..hairplay. By @princess-of-riviaa [Henry Cavill x reader]

Needy Henry

Sad sky eyes are in dire need of some medicine, but Rose doesn’t realise until she’s getting some action for herself that the best medicine for Henry’s malady, is probably not watery soup. In Morbus Et Salus by @fanficsrusz [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Drunk Henry is in need of a midnight snack. And it’s a good thing there just happens to be one in his bed. Drunk In Love by @angrythingstarlight [Henry Cavill x reader]

And the next morning he might just be a really, really needy bear. (My boyfriend, for one, is always EXTRA horny when he is hungover 😂) Five More Minutes by @angrythingstarlight [Henry Cavill x reader]

A few more

And five minutes is probably all you get when you have kids. But it just makes these little mommy and daddy moments all the more sacred. Close To You by @the-soot-sprite [Henry Cavill x reader]

There’s also not a lot of time when you’re in a limo, trying to get your groove on. 🎶Driver roll up the Partition pleaseee 🎶by @fanficsrusz [Henry Cavill x reader]

Now to finish off this vanilla segment: vanilla kisses! Lick Me Till Icecream by @the-soot-sprite [Henry Cavill x reader]

Vanilla - Toybox Special

[A special toy segment for you vanilla(ish) lovers]

When it’s play time - long work day or no - Henry better be prepared for some frisky business. On Purpose by @wanna-do-bad-things (also hell yes for including some toys!) [Henry Cavill x one very frustrated OFC]

More toys? MORE TOYS! Command And Obey brings you dom!Henry being a terrible teasing ass, but alas..it still gets you all kinds of wet *shrugs* By @wanna-do-bad-things [Henry Cavill x reader]

Perhaps need some dom!Clark instead? With toys? We’ve got you covered. By @poledancingdinos [Clark x OFC]

Now, let’s not forget about Henry’s favourite toy of them all. His bike. In Good Vibrations by @deathonyourtongue [Henry Cavill x reader]

You find Henry pleasing himself with something you didn’t even know he owned; a fleshlight. Henry’s Toy by @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader]

Henry’s Hands Special

[I can’t be the only one who has the hots for hands]

Having a bad day? Talented fingers belonging to one caring man of a Henry are here to let off your steam. Burn The Couch by @meowpurrbooks [Henry Cavill x reader]

I’m glad I’m not the only one who has a complete and utter obsession with male hands. This fic is amazing in every way. It’s got suspense, hands AND Henry; Idle Hands by @thelastsock [Henry Cavill x Reader]

More handsy stuff is offered in this private drawing session. Draw Me With Your Fingers by @emelinelovesjc [Henry Cavill x OFC!author]

This fic? ..it’s hands-on work. I must give a disclaimer: I’m hard to please when it comes to daddy!fics, but this one I truly enjoyed. It perfectly rides (hehe) the fine balance between rough throat fucking, choking and usage of the endearing nickname ‘little fawn’. Hands by @twhstuckylover [Henry Cavill x reader]

Henry’s hands are here to warm you up on a cold day in Finger Work by @yoursecretsmutblog [Henry Cavill x reader]

The Hook-up

[A little less established, a little more messy. But definitely h-o-t-h-o-t-h-o-t]

Changing rooms may just hide a Dirty Secret (and crotchless pantyhoses) by @foodieforthoughts [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Being toyed around, Henry can’t stand it any longer - and goodness where did he leave that darn bowtie?! Caught In The Storm by @thelastsock [Henry Cavill x Reader]

Syverson is also not one who likes to be toyed around with, especially when you’re in the same bar wearing that deliciously short dress and his favourite high heels. Mine by @yoursecretsmutblog [Syverson x reader]

Dancefloor delights and popping buttons (is this a good time to admit I have ripped some shirts like that? *woops* 😅) - this quite exhibitionistic fic is an utter delight and I’m Glad You Came by @foodieforthoughts [Henry Cavill x reader]

Since this is steady-hook-up I wasn’t sure whether to post it in this segment or the Vanilla segment, but ..yea..it definitely deserves a read! Rules Of Engagement has Em and Henry coming to the realisation that a friendly hook-up isn’t all that easy. Especially not when one foul IUD throws baby dust in their busy lives. By @ladyreapermc [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Marshall specials

An old friend/lover shows up just when you find yourself with the predicament of a broken down car. Before you know it you’re having car sex with one curly haired police officer in..yea..a police car. A Perfect Shitty Day by @toomanystoriessolittletime [Marshall x reader]

OOPH you girls are in it for the Walter hook-ups. Forget That Asshole follows up after you had one particularly disappointing blind date. And thankfully a blue eyed sweater-bear-man is there to provide you some much needed consolation. By @penwieldingdreamer [Marshall x reader]

Sex on set

On set things might just get a little steamy, so might as well take ..*clip scene* ACTION! Touch Me Tease Me by @deathonyourtongue [Henry Cavill x OFC]

More on-set delights? Perhaps with a touch of embarrassing nerves? Directed By La Petite Mort by @wolvesandhoundshowltogether [Henry Cavill x reader]

>> Looking for part 2 of this list? <<

Artworks/edits are mine ❤️And as always: if you have more fic recs to add, share them in your reblogs/comments!

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deathonyourtongue · 4 years

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Preferential Treatment

Summary: Over time, the two of you have cultivated a few habits and rituals that would make most people do a double take... Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader Word Count: 2K Warnings: SMUT!!! X RATED!!! SOOOO MUCH SMUTTTT!!!! A/N : This one’s for @hell1129-blog, who puts filthy, filthy ideas in my head. ;)

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If one were to judge Henry by the way he presents himself in public, they’d have the impression of a slightly reserved, unfailingly polite, and occasionally goofy guy. To some he is, at first blush, a little bit...bland.

But they don’t know him like you do.

Over time, the two of you have cultivated a few habits and rituals that would make most people do a double take; it’s your most well-kept--and dirtiest--secret. What goes on behind closed doors, stays behind closed doors, and that goes double for the things the two of you enjoy most.

One such habit you’ve taken to calling ‘preferential treatment’. It started almost as a dare at first, a chance to see just how much willpower Henry had when it came to resisting what was second-nature to him. Now, it’s something you do nearly every time he’s on a call. Whether it’s with his management or his friends, any time you see the bluetooth light up in his ear, you know full well what you have to do.

So when you see him out on the patio after his morning run, phone held up to his face, you bide your time, knowing that once he’s done shooting the video for IG, he’ll be popping in the earpiece and going on what could possibly be a long conference call. Not for the first time, you’re grateful for the opaque fencing around the patio, giving the two of you as much privacy as you need, to be as free as you want to be.

You can’t help but smile as you watch him turn on the bluetooth and sync it with his phone, the patio door sliding open quietly as he dials the number. Wearing absolutely nothing, there’s no mistaking what you’re after as you silently move to stand next to him, your gaze moving down to where his shorts are. While most would be turned off by the fact that he’s still sweaty from his run, it has the opposite effect on you, arousing you more as you watch him slip off the tight black material. Keeping the top half of his wardrobe intact is key, as more than once, you’ve had to lean back and out of frame while he flips the call from voice to video.

Bracing yourself on his muscular shoulders while you climb up onto his lap, you can’t help but press a loving kiss to his lips, knowing you have little time to get situated before the call connects. His bright, beaming smile when you finally pull away in preparation to sit shoots right through your heart and you know without a doubt that he needs this devoted time as much as you do.

Henry’s big enough to fill you up even while soft, and it never fails to send a shiver of arousal up your spine when you gently guide him inside. Without fail, you’ll get the pleasure of feeling him grow and harden within your walls, the sensation equal parts exciting and intimate. Though he has masterful control of his own arousal, even he has a tipping point, and when he lets go, it’s a beautiful thing.

You press a kiss to his jaw as you feel him slip inside, your eyes fluttering closed as you nestle him in as deep as possible. Wrapping your arms around him, you let your head fall to his shoulder, settling into your spot for the next hour or so. You smile when you feel his big warm hands sweep down your bare back, one ending up on your pert ass while the other holds you flush against his chest.

“Love you,” he whispers just before the call connects, Henry kissing the top of your head fondly as he greets everyone on the other line. You mouth the sentiment back silently, your lips pressed against the skin of his neck and topped off with a kiss you know they won’t hear.

The first half of the call goes as expected, the two of you connected in the most intimate way possible, your body making it clear how much it turns you on to have him inside you as your juices coat his shaft and begin to pool on his sac. Though you know better than to actively try and turn him on before the call begins its natural progression towards the end, you can’t help but press soft little kisses to his collarbone, the spot behind his ear, and just under his jaw as you listen to his low voice confidently describe his plans for the character he’s been working on. Your hands slip down the hard wall of his chest, feeling the muscles even through the fabric of his shirt. There’s a certain ripple of electricity in the air and you know that this time around, instead of carrying you inside and making love to you as he sometimes does, Henry will probably take you exactly where you are, rutting into you like the untamed beast you know him to be. The endorphins from exercising really play to your advantage at times, and today is definitely one of those times.

Henry goes silent and you know you’ve reached the part of the call where he’ll be doing more listening than talking. Still, you have to bite your lip to keep a moan from escaping as you feel his cock begin to thicken inside you. You quiver and clench unintentionally, smiling into the crook of his neck as his erection grows long and rock hard, filling up every bit of space and then some. It only takes a few moments before you feel his tip pressing against your cervix, the pressure making your eyes roll back in your head.

The hand at your ass begins to wander, and with your legs spread wide across his lap, there’s no hiding one of the spots he loves playing with the most. Your back arches instinctively, pressing you ever closer to his chest, and without looking, you reach back and pull his hand to your mouth. Eyes locked with his, you make a show out of slicking his fingers with your spit, keeping your movements silent even as your gaze speaks volumes. The jolt from his cock makes you smile, and you know you have him exactly where you want him. When you feel his fingers are ready, you release them with a final wet lick, resting your head back on his shoulder, ready for what you’re about to experience.

You hold him tighter as you feel his fingers push inside, first one, then two more, the stretch and fullness an exquisite counterbalance to what’s happening up front. Henry takes his time, slowly working you in deep, gentle strokes that cause an even greater flood of your slick around his cock.

Biting your tongue to keep from mewling, you find his gaze, the desperation in your eyes clear. His blue eyes sooth you, silently telling you without a doubt that he’s got you, even though he’s about to make you a screaming, writhing mess. You follow the pattern of his breathing, yours slowing down as you focus on everything happening between your thighs. Your fingertips press into the muscles of his shoulders as he continues to move you slowly, the motion akin to an old rocking horse and driving you out of your mind with arousal. There’s no helping the soft whimper that leaves your lips, so you do your best to muffle it in the soft whorls of hair that cover Henry’s chest, hoping the call comes to an end soon so that you no longer have to keep silent.

A few moments later, the unmistakable sound of the call ending filters through the otherwise-quiet patio, Henry saying his goodbyes before clicking off the bluetooth and all but chucking it onto the table in front of him.

“How close are you, my love?” He murmurs into the crown of your head as he shuffles towards the edge of the chair, readying himself for what he’s about to do.

“Take me and don’t stop, even if I come,” you beg in a whisper, knowing full well he’ll fuck you through your orgasms without hesitation.

“Should we stay out here and make a mess, darling?” He asks with a smirk, his fingers pushing deeper into your ass, the ‘come here’ motion inside you making your spine straighten up as if you’ve been shocked.

“Yes, p-please!” You whine, desperate to feel him move inside you.

A scream of elated surprise leaves you when you’re lifted clean off your seat, Henry’s cock never once leaving your folds even as his hands move to your hips for leverage, the fingers inside you slipping out as gently as they went in.

Henry sets a blistering pace, holding you steady enough to allow you to lean back, giving him a delicious view of your entire body. The sheath to his sword, you feel each thrust as a deep, piercing slice of pleasure through every nerve ending in your body. Everything aside from Henry fades away as you focus on him and how good he feels inside. Though you’ve been with other men, none hold a candle to Henry in the bedroom, his hips working you in a way that has you practically singing.

“Couldn’t...wait...for that...call...fuck...to be...OVER!” Henry growls, each word punctuated by bouncing thrust that makes you see stars. Mouth hanging open, you try and fail to form any type of reply, your nails digging into his forearms until he swings you back up.

No matter how crazy the sex gets between you, it’s always a beautifully-choreographed dance. You don’t even need to open your eyes to find his neck, fingers sliding up into his wet hair and knocking baseball cap off as his mouth finds a nipple, Henry laving his tongue around it until you’re hissing and tugging his head back in counterpoint. A wolfish smile crosses his face and he changes the angle, every brutal thrust hitting your g-spot like a bullseye.

“HENRY!” You shriek, the difference in sensation enough to send you over the edge, the slow burn you’d built up throughout the call finally paying off. It feels like a fireworks show inside you as you cum harder than you have all week. Shaking, you don’t have the strength to give Henry a head’s up before your body loses all control. Hips jerking to meet each of Henry’s thrusts, you feel your walls milking him for his own release, each clench accompanied by a gush of fluid that soaks both of you in seconds.

The table at your back is the next thing you feel, your toes curling as Henry keeps up his pace, his teeth bared as his now-free hands touch every inch of you they can.

“That’s my girl. Let go. Let it all go,” he encourages, the timbre of his voice sending another wave of pleasure crashing over you.

Your body’s a live wire as you try to remember to breathe through the intensity of what you’re feeling. Expression almost pained, you grab the backs of your knees, spreading your legs wider and giving Henry a prime opportunity to drive you even crazier. You scream again as his fingers find your clit, smearing your juices and causing another orgasmic gush as you hold on for dear life.

Henry pins you to the table, bending you in half and never once stopping his thrusts as he kisses you deeply. “Going to fill you to the brim, love. You ready?” The words make you whimper, Henry placing open-mouthed kisses along your neck as he rams into you a few more times. Each thrust pushes you up the table until finally, he stills, moaning deep and low in his chest as the first thick spurt coats your cervix.

Holding him close as his release overtakes him, you can’t keep the smile off your face, every pump of cum making you feel deliciously full. Stroking the broad expanse of his back in encouragement, you let your own body slowly come down enough to bring the frayed edges of your vision back into focus. You manage to get your legs working just in time to lock them behind Henry’s back as he moves to straighten up.

Looking down at you with a boyish grin and an eyebrow raised in question, you shrug at Henry before biting your lower lip, coy in what you’re about to ask for.

“Don’t pull out...for anything.”

“Preferential treatment, indeed,” he chuckles, easily swinging you back up into his arms and carrying you to the outdoor shower, Henry intent on hosing the two of you off before going inside for round two.

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henrycavillobsessed · 4 years

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A Very Happy Birthday

Henry x reader

Summary: it's your birthday and Henry pulls out all the stops, with a very special surprise at the end.

Words: 1634

CW: one f-word, mentioning of nudity, talk alluding to sex, but it's mainly just absolute fluff.

Notes: this fic was inspired by the fact that it's my birthday tomorrow (September 27th) and what better way to spend it than with Henry? 😅 I hope you all enjoy!

On the morning of your birthday, you were awoken by a bear leaping onto your chest.

“What the fuck… Kal!” you laughed. The akita continued his assault by licking you all over your face, and then he flopped onto his back, his tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth as he gave you a lopsided grin. You were giving Kal a tummy rub when Henry walked in to the bedroom. He laughed when he saw you both on the bed.

“Good morning beautiful,” he said, leaning against the door frame, “and happy birthday!”

You beamed up at him, admiring the fact that Henry looked so good despite the early hour of the morning. His dressing gown was open slightly at the neck, and his dark curls were slightly damp, giving away that he’d just had a shower after working out. He looked downright yummy.

“Thank you!” you replied. “are you coming back to bed?”

Henry replied by removing his dressing gown, confirming your suspicion that he was naked underneath. You scrambled back to make room for him in the bed. Kal sat up and looked at Henry with an expression that quite clearly stated that he was going nowhere.

“It’s okay boy, you can join the cuddle too,” Henry said, scratching Kal behind the ears.

As you lay there, with your head on Henry’s chest, encircled in his strong arms, and Kal the dog curled up behind you, you felt so content. You were just dozing off again when Henry gently released you and made to get up. You pouted, and he laughed.

“Come on princess, we can’t spend all day in bed!”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s your birthday, and I have plans for you,” Henry said with a wink, before swooping down and picking you up with complete ease. He set you down and handed you your robe.

“I’ll meet you downstairs in the kitchen,” he said, kissing you before leaving the room, Kal following behind.

After a quick shower and freshen up, you entered the kitchen, your face breaking into a huge smile as you took in the scene in front of you. Henry was stood at the breakfast bar, with Kal sat at his feet. Behind him was a collection of multi-coloured balloons, surrounding two bigger balloons shaped into the number of your new age. On the counter was a small pile of parcels wrapped in shiny silver paper. All your favourite breakfast foods were laid out beautifully before you as you took a seat at the bar. You reached for the coffee, as Henry sat down next to you; Kal wandered off to his bed near the window.

“This is all so lush, Henry, thank you!” You kissed him, and felt the smile against his lips.

“You’re very welcome. Shall we eat?”

After demolishing your birthday breakfast, you opened the gifts that were on the counter. Henry’s gifts, as ever, were both thoughtful and entertaining. He laughed as you kissed him after opening each one, forever saying thank you.

“You don’t have to thank me, princess, today is your day. Consider me your faithful servant, here for your every need!” Henry bowed comically.

“Hmm, anything?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Anything,” Henry confirmed. “Although save your thoughts for the bedroom later. It’s time to go out!”

You pouted again, but only half-heartedly, before jumping down from the breakfast bar to go and get dressed.

As birthday days out went, this one was just perfect. You both went into the city, him dressed in his casual jeans, his favourite t-shirt and a baseball cap, you in skinny jeans, knee-high boots and a simple black t-shirt underneath a long cardigan. Autumn was in the air, and leaves fell in a range of colours as you strolled through the park. You then spent the day shopping for new clothes, enjoying a lovely lunch in a little café, and then wandered around your favourite museum, holding hands and just enjoying listening to Henry’s voice as he told you stories and gave you his opinions in the art gallery. The smile didn’t leave your face all day. As you waited for a cab to take you home, Henry surprised you with a romantic kiss, dipping you low towards the pavement, earning applause and whistles from the crowds walking around you. Henry laughed at your blush; he loved doing that to you in public.

As you entered your home, Henry told you to go sit down as he made you both a cup of tea. You agreed, feeling a little wiped out from your busy day. You both then spent the next hour watching Netflix, cwtching on the sofa, joined, of course, by Kal. Again, just as you felt yourself drifting off, you felt Henry move.

“Y/N,” he said gently. “It’s time to get ready for dinner.”

You look up at him.

“You mean there’s more to today?” you asked.

“Yes of course!” Henry smiled. “Go on, get ready. No need to rush, there’s plenty of time.”

“What shall I wear?”

“I want you to go all out. I’ve booked a table at your favourite restaurant, that should give you an idea,” Henry said.

You jumped up from the sofa, leapt into his arms and planted a kiss on his cheek. Your tiredness was replaced from excitement, and you ran off towards your closet.

You stared at the rails of clothes in front of you, trying to find something both pretty but comfortable enough to wear all evening and eat in. You finally found it- a beautiful evening gown, the colour of sapphires. You spent some time taming your hair into an elegant up-do, and doing your make-up, and then you were ready. You smiled at your reflection, feeling glamorous.

As you descended the stairs, your steps faltered a little as you took in Henry waiting for you down in the hall. He was dressed to seriously impress, in one of his most handsome tuxedos in dark blue. His hair was styled, and he’d shaved. Times like this you had to pinch yourself on how lucky you were to be with such a beautiful man. It pleased you to see that you were having the same effect on him.

“Y/N,” Henry walked forward to take your hand, sweetly kissing it. “You look absolutely breath-taking,”

“Thank you Mr Cavill, you don’t look too bad yourself,” you replied cheekily.

“Hmm,” Henry smiled. “Are you ready for dinner?”

You nodded, and Henry led the way to the town car waiting on the curb outside.

As you walked into the restaurant, you were greeted by a wall of noise.

“SURPRISE!”

Henry laughed joyfully at the look on your face. Inside was full of friends and family; Henry had rented out the whole place for the evening. You hugged Henry hard, and then bounded off to greet everyone.

What followed was one of the best meals of your life. The food was fantastic, and the wine was flowing. As the night went on, the conversation and the party got rowdier. Being surrounded by all of your favourite people made what already was the best day even better. You didn’t think you could love Henry any more; he’d really covered all the bases.

As you were talking to one of your girl friends, Henry joined you.

“Could I borrow Y/N for a minute?” he asked you friend.

She smiled, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course,”

Henry turned to you.

“Take a walk with me?” he said, offering you his arm. You took it, smiling warmly, and Henry led you both out to the restaurant’s secret back garden.

The garden was one of the main reasons why this place was one of your favourites. It reminded you a fairy garden; there was a pond with lilies floating on the surface, and beautifully cut hedges surrounded it with marble benches spread out along them. Henry sat you down on one of the benches, but instead of sitting down, he got down on one knee in front of you instead. You gasped, one hand flying up to cover your mouth.

“Y/N,” Henry began. “You are the other half of me. I didn’t think I’d ever love anyone as much as I do you. You complete me in every sense of the word, and I can’t think of my life without you in it now. Will you do me the honour of marrying me and becoming my wife?”

He then produced a box from the inside pocket of his jacket. Inside was the most stunning ring you had ever seen; silver, with diamonds along the band and a sapphire set in the center.

Tears were streaming down your face. It took you a minute to gather yourself and reply.

“Yes, Henry, yes I’ll marry you!”

The smile that graced Henry’s face was just breath taking. He took you in a consuming kiss, and lifted you up and spun you around, both of you laughing loudly, happily.

As you both walked back into the restaurant, now as an engaged couple, you were again met by a cacophony of noise; cheers and applause surrounded you as your nearest and dearest congratulated you. Somebody popped open a bottle of champagne, and the night passed by in a whirl of bubbly, laughter and contentment.

Later, as you and Henry were lying in bed in each other’s arms, he gently placed a kiss on your temple.

“Have you had a happy birthday my love?” he whispered.

“Yes Henry,” you replied, cuddling in closer to him. “I have a had a very happy birthday.”

“Hmm,” he replied, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes closing sleepily.

As you finally started to fall asleep too, you thought to yourself that you’d never had a happier birthday. You drifted off, still smiling.

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angryschnauzer · 4 years

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Superior Specimen - Chapter 5

Summary: One night when you are following the Archaeology tag on instagram you stumbled across a fun looking dig… and an even more interesting Paleontologist who soon follows you back. Over the following weeks you start chatting and a friendship soon grows.

Relationship: AU Henry Cavill x Female Reader (No race or body shape mentioned)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

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I don’t have a masterlist, but all my works are on AO3, link here. Usually i post oneshots to Tumblr and AO3, and multichapters exclusively to AO3, but as this is my first henry story and its going to be a short series, i’ll post to both places.

Please note this chapter has not been beta’d/spellchecked.

Chapter 5

Henry had helped you at every step; from opening the car door for you to helping you up the stairs and into your flat. When you’d told him that the doctors had instructed you not to be alone overnight, he smiled at you kindly and said he wouldn’t have dreamed of leaving you alone after a hospital visit. He’d grabbed his gym bag out of the back seat of his car and had somehow managed to juggle that, your bag, having one arm around your waist up the stairs, and opened the door all with ease.

He’d run you a bath and with surprisingly delicate dexterity had carefully stripped you before helping you into the scented waters, no sexual touches, instead it had been about making sure you were ok.

You sat in the water for a moment in complete silence before drawing your knees up to your chest and you started to cry, the tension of the afternoon finally seeping out of you. You felt a large hand gently rub your back, and as you wiped your eyes with the backs of your hands you looked at Henry, the concern showing on his face;

“Will you get in with me?”

He nodded and stood, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and toeing off his shoes, before removing his khaki’s then balling his socks. Everything was folded and placed in a neat pile and his hands rested on the elastic of his underwear;

“Do you want me to keep these on?”

You shook your head;

“I’ll keep my eyes closed” and screwed them shut, the sound of his low chuckle resonating around the room.

“I don’t mind if you do look”

Opening your eyes just a crack you were greeted with the sight of Henry in his full glory striding towards the bath, and you weren’t given time to process how perfect his body was;

“Scoot up, i’ll get in behind you”

As Henry stepped in the water rose dramatically, his legs stretching out either side of you before he gently grasped your shoulders and eased you back until you were laying on his chest, your head resting on his shoulder so he could press tender kisses to yours. His voice was quiet as he spoke;

“I saw what happened today”

“You did?”

“I had gone up to the offices on the 4th floor and had been looking out of the window over the lawns… i’d seen the guy running then you following, saw you take him down and everything unfold… by the time I managed to get downstairs you’d been taken away”

He took a deep breath;

“I was so fucking worried… i could see you had blood all over you, i had no idea what had happened and by the time i got outside all the coppers would say was that the guy had been armed with a knife. I had no clue where you’d been taken… god that copper that messaged me, i was ready to go within seconds…”

You turned in his arms, carefully moving until you were laying on your side, your hand resting on his large pectorials;

“I’m sorry i scared you”

He pressed a kiss to your lips;

“Never apologise for bravery. What you did was amazing”

You settled into Henry’s arms feeling safe and comforted, his hands slowly moving over your body, massaging aching muscles and washing away the last trace of the days stresses.

The rest of your night involved ordering pizza, which you had to stifle yawns as you made your way through your third slice. When Henry suggested you called it a night you looked at him pointedly;

“Will you join me?”

“Do you want me to?”

“I just want to sleep in your arms tonight”

You woke up to the mattress dipping, and as you returned to consciousness you reached your arm out only to find the bed empty, just a warm spot where Henry must have only just gotten up. You reached for your phone to check the time, groaning when you saw it was time for you to get up for work… that was until you saw in your notifications an email from your boss, telling you that you were not to come in for a week. Your mind was still fuzzy with sleep still leaving and your brain coming into consciousness, so with a smile on your face you lay back against the pillows, before you heard your shower running and an idea entered your head.

Seconds later you were quietly sneaking into the bathroom, seeing Henry through the opaque class of the shower enclosure. Gently opening the door you snuck in and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, pressing kisses to his back. He hummed out an appreciative grunt before you pulled back and looked at his ass;

“You have the most perfect ass i’ve ever seen on a man”

“Just wait until you see the front…”

He turned as you gazed into his eyes, sparkling with mischief before he kissed you, deep and passionate, his tongue dancing against your own. The water from the shower poured over your bodies, and you pulled away gently pushing Henry against the tiled wall, looking down and quirking one eyebrow as you saw his dick hanging heavy between his thighs. Without a word you got to your knees, keeping eye contact with him the entire time as you rested your hands on his thighs, gently running your fingernails down the thick muscles before your hands wrapped around his meaty girth which was rapidly hardening. You leant forwards, tightening your hand around him before lapping gently at his tip and the groan that left his mouth was sinful. You could feel him getting harder, growing beneath your touch, and with the help of the water flowing down his body you started to pump him slowly, teasing him to full tumescence.

You tightened your other hand around him before opening your mouth and started to suck on his tip, easing a centimeter in at a time so your mouth could gradually stretch around him, your lips pulled tight as they circled the huge muscle whilst your tongue worked against the strong vein that ran along the underside. Soon he was panting, his breaths coming out in short puffs as he watched you take him deeper than he was expecting you to be able to on your first attempt;

“Fuck… Princess, you have the body of an angel and the mouth of a whore… so fucking good, you gonna take a bit more for me, huh?”

You were struggling as it was and you barely had two inches in your mouth, his girth stretching your lips so tight yet it got wider the further down the shaft. You watched as Henry went to place a hand on your head and then remembered you wound from the previous day, instead bracing himself against the walls of the shower enclosure. You knew you wouldn’t physically be able to take much more of his length in your mouth, so you moved one hand to his massive ballsack, cupping the heavy globes in your hand as your other hand worked the rest of his shaft, stroking and twisting as your fist met your lips. He threw his head back and let out a string of curses;

“Oh my fucking god, that’s so good… tug on my balls… fuck yes, your tongue…”

You swirled your tongue over smooth swollen head and you felt his legs tremble, and with a smile you did it again, the groan coming from his mouth followed by a long string of ‘fuck’s. You alternated between sucking his tip and tonguing the sensitive skin, moving your hand along his shaft until your thumb was pressing against is frenulum, rubbing his precum against the sensitive sinew, you tongue lapping at his slit as it now leaked a continual bead of clear fluid. He started to tremble and you pushed him deep into your mouth - as deep as you could take him - and he let out a strangled cry at the feeling of your hot mouth around him and you felt that tell-tale tremble in the thick vein on his underside. Moving your hands you pumped him hard, feeling his hot cum fill your mouth, tart on your tongue as he unloaded rope after rope of his creamy seed until it was spilling from the corners of your mouth.

You swallowed what you could before pulling away, making your pumps of your fist gentler as the last few spurts covered your chest and breasts. Henry caught your hand in his, stopping you before helping you to your feet. He looked like sin; flushed cheeks and chest, his eyes blissfully relaxed as he dragged a finger through his cum on your chest, scooping a little onto the tip before offering it to you, watching as you sucked his finger into your mouth before letting it out with an audible pop. The second his finger was out of your mouth his was kissing you, tongue and teeth, he has no issue with tasting himself on your tongue.

When he pulled away you chased after his lips, letting out a whine at the loss of his tongue and he chuckled;

“We keep this up and you’ll be late for work”

You nuzzled at his neck and smiled;

“I’ve been given a week off, had an email from my Manager this morning, so…”

“So... “ Henry grinned and pressed you against the cool tiles, his mouth moving to your neck as he laved his tongue over the soft skin, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke; “... i still haven’t brought you dinner…”

“Ow…” you whined like a brat; “but i need you…”

“How about we just see what this pussy can take first?”

He slid a hand down your stomach and you instinctively parted your legs, sighing as you felt his fingers delve into your soaked folds and sought out your clit before delving further and he ran the wide tip of his finger over your entrance, teasing out some of your wetness only to return to your clit and rub firm figure eights against the sensitive bud. Once you were trembling at his tough he slid that finger back to your entrance and slowly pushed inside, making you mewl with pleasure at just one finger;

“Henry…please...”

“Yes Princess?”

“More…”

With a chuckle he slid a second finger in and you almost saw stars. You’d not really taken in just how big his hands were, how long and thick his fingers were, but as he scissored two slowly inside you, you were almost ready to cum. He shifted slightly, bending down enough to take one of your nipples into his mouth, covering the entire thing as his tongue worked over the teat and massaged the areola. At the same time he curled his fingers inside you, stroking at that spot high up that had your legs going weak and made you cling to his arms to stay upright;

“Oh fuck… Henry, i want you to fuck me, please…” you whined, only to be met with a low chuckle;

“You think you’re ready for me? Think i can squeeze in this tight little pussy?”

“Please…”

“Well if you think two fingers is enough to stretch you you’re in for a shock, now relax Princess, i’m gonna need to slide a third in, and only then will we see if you can take my cock”

His mouth moved to your neck again as he twisted his hand and slowly started to squeeze a third finger in, and you whimpered at the stretch and burn of being so stuffed full. His thumb lightly grazed against your clit and rubbed the lightest of circles against it, all whilst gently pulsing his fingers inside your silken channel. Your knees almost buckled from the sheer pleasure of feeling so full, and you knew that he would be barely in halfway compared to his dick. His lips found yours again and he claimed you with a hungry kiss, his free hand finding your chest, cupping one breast before pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His thumb worked harder and he crooked his fingers inside you, the trigger to send you over the edge and you were screaming out your orgasm as you trembled in his grasp.

Resting his forehead against yours he carefully pulled his fingers from your body, your breath coming out in short pants as your heart raced. You watched as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, before leaning back and grabbing the showerhead and carefully washing your body clean.

Finally he shut the water off and helped you climb out, wrapping a towel around you before starting to towel himself off;

“So what will you be doing with your newly found freedom this week then?”

“I might take myself shopping” you mused; “Or perhaps to a yoga class… gonna have to do some stretches ready for Friday night” you winked at him.

He stood close and pulled you into his arms, his hands running over the skin of your back as you stood naked before him;

“That sounds fun” he laughed; “But also take it easy”

Chapter 6 >>>

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its--fandom--darling · 4 years

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Fangs

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Prompt: Fangs + “Look I’m you”

Rating: T for Teen (18+ plus that is), warnings include biting, kissing, teasing, implication at future sex.

A/N Spooky seasons seems like a good time to bring up Henry’s fangs. I love them.

You heard Henry talking to Kal as they returned from their run. You tidied up the kitchen and leaned against the counter sipping your iced tea through your straw when he walked into the house.

“Hey baby,” he called, smiling running a hand through his sweaty curls.

“Hey,” you say, softly, sipping your iced tea again.

“I’m gonna shower, real quick and then we can go alright?”

You nod and set your glass down. Kal trots over to you and noses at your hand so you’ll give him scritches, while Henry heads off towards the bathroom. Once Henry is out of sight, you smile widely at Kal and reveal the acrylic fangs that you attached to your canines. You giggle as he cocks his head to you. You scratch his chin for a moment before bending down to press a kiss on his furry forehead. You move out of the kitchen and sit on the couch, Kal follows you and jumps up to put his head on your lap as you flip through the channels.

After an episode of your favorite show, Henry returns dressed in well fitting jeans and cozy sweater. “Ready to go to the street fair?”

You nod and Henry furrows his brow at you.

“Your awfully quiet today, did I do something wrong?”

You shake your head and slide out from under Kal’s big mug. You approach Henry and wrap you arms around his waist before looking up at him and giving him a large smile.

He blinks a few times as he processing the fake fangs. “What are those?”

You giggle. “Look I’m you, Hen,” you giggle, running your tongue over the fangs.

He tongues at one of his fangs and quirks a brow, “What are you playing at, princess.”

“Nothing, sir, I just thought it was funny.”

He clicks his tongue. “By making fun of me?”

You shake your head, “I wasn’t making fun of you promise.” You reach up and pop the teeth off gently. “I was just being silly. I’m sorry,” you say, pressing a kiss to his lips.

The corner of his mouth quirks up and then he bursts into a laugh.

You step back slightly startled, “Hen?”

“I’m sorry, I tried to be mad, but that was actually really funny.”

You smile and then swat his chest. “Henry William Dagliesh Cavill, you had me so upset. I thought I’d really made you angry.”

He’s shaking with laughter now, hand pressed to his stomach as he cackles.

“I’m serious, that was mean,” you say, stomping your foot slightly.

He catches his breath and then wipes the tears from his eyes. “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

You pout and he steps forward to pull you into his arms. He kisses your head.

“Forgive me?” he asks, kissing your lips softly and then moving your neck.

You tilt your neck back to allow him more room. “I forgive you, baby.”

He lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. His lifts find yours again and your wrap you arms around his head pull him tighter to your list as you kiss.

Breathless you pull away, “What about the street fair?” you ask.

He shakes his head, “Forget about it,” he breathes, kissing your jaw before walking you both towards you bedroom.

“Good idea,” you breath, cupping his face and rubbing his cheekbones with your thumbs.

“I love you, (y/n),” he whisper, eyes tender and sincere.

You smile softly, “I love you too, Hen.”

He smiles wider and presses a gentle kiss your lips before laying you down on the bed. “Why don’t I show you want these fangs can do?”

You giggle. “yes please, sir,” you murmur, biting your bottom lip.

He leans in and nibbles at your neck making you squeal.

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toastedkiwi · 8 months

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Blackout

Summary: power is out in the house.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Ex-Fiancé!Reader

“Well, shit— HENRY!” you yelled.

The power had just went out but you’re naked in the shower. You’re pretty much done but you’re not too keen on moving when you could slip and fall.

Henry was racing up the stairs with Kal behind him. He has his phone in hand with the flashlight on somewhat guiding him. He’s lived in this house for the last six years, he knows where everything is.

“I’m here!” Henry announced opening the bathroom door.

“Hi,” you said shutting off the water.

“What do you need?” he asked opening the clear shower door.

“Towels,” you said.

“Right,” he said turning to grab the biggest towel on the rack for you.

He ended up placing his phone face down on the counter letting the flashlight shine upward. He then got you wrapped in the towel and helped you out of the shower.

“Is all the power out?” you asked as he pulled you into his arms.

“I believe so,” your husband said.

“Love that for us,” you said sarcastically as you wiped the water off your face.

“I’ll try the breakers in a bit,” he said pulling you into his arms.

“Okay,” you said looking up at him. “You’re staying with me?”

“I cannot have you slipping and falling,” Henry smiled kissing your temple.

True to his word, he stayed with you while you went through a simplified version of your post shower routine. He also made sure that you were in one of his hoodies before leading you off to the living room.

“I want you staying put right here,” Henry said grabbing a nearby blanket as you sat down on the couch.

“What? I can hold the flashlight for you,” you said.

“No. You’re gonna sit right here,” Henry said covering you with the blanket. “And you’ll be here when I come back.”

“So stern,” you said.

“I just want you sitting here all pretty for me,” he said.

“Okay,” you said. “I can do that.”

He smiled before kissing you. Kal joined you on the couch. Henry headed off with his phone in hand.

Henry came back into the living room with more blankets which he placed down on the couch by you. You smiled at him.

“No power?” You asked.

“Doesn’t look like it,” he said. “I already texted the neighbors and they don’t have any either. It’s probably the snow.”

“Does that mean you’re gonna make a fire?” you asked hopeful.

“Obviously,” he said. “I’ve gotta keep you safe and warm.”

“I really like that,” you said.

He smiled at you before moving over to the fireplace. He had already had a wood pile set up and ready to go. He found his matches and immediately started working on the fire and getting it properly lit. You patiently waited.

“There we go,” Henry said looking at his handiwork.

“Nice job, baby!” you applauded.

He headed over to you. You opened your arms and made grabby hands for him. He chuckled diving into them. You squeaked giggling. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders. He kissed your cheek and your jawline.

“My big strong man built me a fire,” you gushed making him blush.

“You’ve gotten so cheesy, Honey,” Henry said.

“I have not,” you said.

“Yes, you have,” he said.

You shook your head and he sat beside you. He pulled you into his lap and pulled more of the blankets over. You curled up into him.

“At least my songs aren’t cheesy,” you mumbled.

“They kind of are,” he said.

You glared at him.

“Some of them are,” he corrected with a smirk.

You raised your brows. He brushed his hand over your head lovingly.

“That’s all you’re going to get from me, Darling,” Henry said.

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crackheadgeminibby · 4 years

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So my birthday is tomorrow/today (its 2am july 19th) and i was wondering if i can request a Chris evans x black reader or henry cavill x black reader(im not too sure if you write stuff about him) and nothing angsty im too sensitive for angst thanks

birthday surprise

pairing: chris evans x black!reader

warnings: language, age gap, teeny tiny angst maybe?

word count: 1.5k

i do not consent to my work being copied in any way, shape or form or reposted on any other platform

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You were freshly out of school when you were hired as an assistant to the head makeup artist on the set of Captain America: The Winter Soldier. Most of the time, you were tasked with making touch-ups on the main cast during filming. This had given you the opportunity to get to know Chris more than you ever thought it would.

After the wrap party, Chris had suggested he give you a ride home as you had been drinking and the night ended with you two kissing. After that, Chris and you had agreed to try and take a slow shot at a relationship together. As everything was going great, you had moved in with him in Los Angeles.

When the Coronavirus outbreak happened, you were working on the West Coast and Chris on the East Coast, so you had both decided that it would be better for both of you to quarantine separately as an effort to keep you both healthy, as much as you missed each other.

As you worked on different new makeup techniques at home, when Chris’ birthday passed, you had planned a whole day of Facetime celebration that had gone beautifully well as you both enjoyed yourselves.

Today is your birthday and as you know that Chris has his hands full with the launch and reception of A Starting Point, you had told him that you didn’t want to do anything big for your birthday: a simple Facetime dinner would be special enough for you.

You had decided to just relax all day and, later, get ready for your virtual dinner date with Chris. You left for the grocery store around 6pm as Chris and you had agreed to start cooking together at 7:30pm.

However, it was almost 7:30pm and you were stuck in the cash line of the grocery store. You were starting to get impatient as the man presently paying for his groceries was taking his sweet time to flirt with the cashier. You were about to ask him to hurry up when your phone signaled an incoming message.

baby🥰, 7:29pm:

Hey princess, are you ready?

You bite your bottom lip and answer.

you, 7:29pm:

baby i am so sorry i’m stuck at the grocery store and this idiot in front of me won’t hurry up

can we facetime at 8 instead?

You look at your screen closely as you see the 3 dots pop up and disappear at least 3 times until they disappear permanently.

Shit. He’s mad at me. On my fucking birthday. That’s just a fucking great-

You’re taken out of your anxiety rabbit hole by the cashier calling you over. You stuff your phone back in your pocket and hurriedly finish at the grocery store to make your way home.

As soon as you park your car, you hurry to get all the groceries inside the house. You throw the front door open and slam it shut as you drop your groceries on the floor of the kitchen and head to the office to get your computer and facetime Chris. As you’re about to pick your computer up, you stop in your tracks.

“What the fuck?”

You head back into the dining room in which you swear you just saw Dodger through the window. You stop at the door of the dining room when you see that the whole table is completely set up with ten plates each covered by a metal cover. You frown, turn around and are about to go in the backyard when you knock your head into a muscular chest. You look up and see Chris sporting the biggest smile you’ve ever seen while looking as handsome as ever in a black suit. Your eyes widen as a smile forms on your face and you immediately wrap your arms around him.

“Oh my God, Chris, what the hell are you doing here?”

He chuckles at your reaction and says, “Well, I certainly couldn’t leave my baby alone on her birthday now, could I?”

You smile and hug him even harder.

Dodger then comes barrelling through the house and starts jumping up to try and get your attention. You let Chris go and kneel next to Dodger, petting him.

“Hi there, bubba. How’s my best boy doing?”

You hear Chris whine and see him pout as Dodger starts to lick at your hands. You wink up at Chris and laugh as he crosses his arms across his chest. You get back up and turn to look at the table again.

“Chris… I can’t believe you did all of this for me. Really.” You turn around and look at him, smiling. “Thank you so much.”

He takes you back into his arms and whispers, “You’re welcome, princess.”

You give him a kiss on the cheek and look between the table and him, “Guess I should go get dressed up, huh?”

After taking a quick shower, you look in the closet for a dress capable of matching the ambiance that Chris had set in the house: classy and elegant but relaxed. You decide on a dress that you had gotten for a red carpet that you had attended with Chris.

You head to the dining room and find Chris already sitting at the table. When he hears you come down, he gets up and adjusts his suit.

“My God, Y/N… You look so beautiful.”

You feel the heat rush to your cheeks as butterflies swim in your stomach; Chris never failed to make you feel this way.

Chris comes to you, gives you a chaste kiss on the lips and pulls out your chair. You sit down and smile as he heads to the opposite side of the table and sits down.

Chris had prepared a five-course meal consisting of bruschetta, a French onion soup, a Mediterranean salad, Fettucine Alfredo and a chocolate mousse for dessert.

As you’re finishing your chocolate mousse, you can feel Chris’ eyes on you. You slowly look up at him and smile,

“You okay?”

He smiles back at you and scratches the nape of his neck before answering, “Yeah, I just like looking at you.”

You feel the heat fill your cheeks again as you contemplate his answer and tilt your head back to your dessert. He continues to look at you and smile as he says,

“Why don’t you go choose a movie for us to watch while I clean this up?”

You nod, get up and make your way to the living room. You turn on the TV and start browsing Netflix when you hear,

“Hey Y/N? Can you come to the kitchen for a second, please?”

“Yeah!”

You head to the kitchen and confusedly frown when Chris is nowhere to be found. You start to turn around and say,

“Chris? Where are-”

You stop in the middle of your sentence when you see Chris in front of you, on one knee with a black, velvet box in his hands. You choke on your breath and whisper, “Oh my God…”

“Y/N. Ever since the first day I met you, I knew that you would have an impact on my life. I didn’t know exactly when or how, but I could feel that you were going to completely change my life. You have been my better half for almost 6 years now and I couldn’t ask for anyone better. You have helped me understand the true meaning of happiness. There are a million reasons why I love you but the ones that, without a doubt, make me question why it took so long for our paths to cross are that you are smart, you are talented, you are literally so funny, you are loving, you are compassionate, you are the most beautiful woman on this planet and you make me a better person. The greatest gift that you could ever give me would be to allow me to wake up next to you, every day for the rest of my life.” He now opens the black box and reveals the prettiest diamond ring you have ever seen.

“Y/N Y/L/N, would you do me the honor of marrying me?”

By now, you could only see Chris’ blurry silhouette as tears were pouring out of your eyes and down your face. You’re at a complete loss for words as you continue to cry your eyes out. Chris starts to breathe heavily and becomes anxious as you don’t say anything or move at all for the next minute,

“Y/N?”

Hearing him say your name again seems to reactive your brain as you rapidly nod your head and your voice cracks as you answer,

“Yes, Chris. Oh my God, yes!”

Chris’ smile returns as he removes the ring from the box and slides it on your finger. He gets up and immediately crashes his lips to yours. He passionately kisses you as he picks you up, bridal style. Chris looks down at you, smirks and asks,

“What do you say we consummate this proposal or, you know, whatever it’s called?”

You laugh and nod your head as you kiss him again.

Chris really had the best birthday surprises.

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imnotwolverine · 4 years

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The marriage pact - Piece of cake

Henry Cavill x OC Alice - multi-chapter

< Part 2 | Part 3 Piece of cake | Part 4 >

Disclaimer: none

Author’s note: It’s romcom weekend, okay? 😘

Word count: 1.388

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[ Alice.in.writing.land ]

Dear readers,

First of all thank you for all your well wishes. I had a most lovely cake baking weekend. Both literally and figuratively speaking.

The literal cake is mostly gone now - yes I had some friends over last night, so don’t worry about me feasting on the whole thing on my own. I mean..I would never..ever…Okay, I admit it, I would have totally eaten that whole cake if it weren’t for my friends.

And the figurative cake? Well let’s just say a most curious thing happened and the figurative cake is as chocolaty as it could get - with cherries on top. Which, perhaps might just be too good to be true, but that is a concern for another day as I’ll first be spending all my love and attention on another piece of cake this week; babysitting a 3-year old for 3 days straight.

Yes, you read that right; Ali, the 37-year old single is going to be responsible for a 3-year old fairy princess..whom I happen to share my first name with. Alice and Alice, going on a tiny but mighty three day adventure, right into the rabbit hole of temp mom-hood.

My life is getting curiouser and curiouser indeed.

Ali.

‘Oh thank you SO much, Ali. I hate to ask this of you. But you know how Alice is with flying and it was last minute and..-‘

‘It’s fine Maddie. Really. And I’m glad I can help out.’ I followed Maddie into the hallway of her and Frank’s absurdly large home - my residence for the next three days.

‘So your mom’s stable for now?’ I inquired, looking at the suitcases that were already waiting on the black and white checkered tiles - by the looks of it neatly packed, though the haste was great; her mom needed immediate surgery and Maddie wished to be there for her. Which meant flying. And leaving her toddler Alice behind.

‘Yea, it seems like everything’s under control. But we just want to be there for her you know. It’s still quite a serious operation she’ll be having and she’ll need some help the first days…And.. you know how she is. She’s an old peach who is far too stubborn to ask for help.’ Maddie rolled her eyes in amusement. We both chuckled. ‘Well no worries about the home front, me and my fellow Alice will surely have a splendid time.’

‘Ugh you are the best.’ Maddie sighed, walking us into the kitchen where the little princess was eating her breakfast.

‘Hey you!’ I cheered, immediately noticing the large pout on Alice’s face.

‘She’s a little cranky today. Aren’t you sweet angel?’

’No!’ Alice retorted with an even larger pout, her tiny eyebrows furrowing in disdain.

Oh, she was in a foul mood.

I decided to not pay any attention to her heart wrenching pout and picked up a banana from the fruit bowl, my hands starting to peel it while Maddie continued to fuss over Alice. I watched the two - grumbling toddler, fussing mom - and couldn’t help but chuckle when it became quite obvious that the kid’s scowl was a ruse; as soon as Maddie turned away to clean up Alice’s bowl, the tiniest of smirks curled up on her toddler lips.

I grinned and winked at her.

Mischievous little thing!

‘Alright. Time we get going.’ Maddie nodded, sighing away a bit of the stress, her eyes flicking back to the hallway. ‘FRANK!’ She hollered, her impatient feet already walking back through the hallway, heel taps echoing through the quiet house. ‘FRANK! Time to go!’

Just then Frank appeared through the backdoor of the kitchen, his head popping around the corner and his ever friendly face quirking up a bushy, inquisitive eyebrow.

I nodded at the hallway and Frank sniffled. ‘Wife dear! Over here!’

It was near comical to see Maddie rush back into the kitchen, her shoulders rising high as she gave Frank a most exasperated look.

‘I was readying the car.’ He shrugged, not seeing what all the fuss was about, making Maddie sigh in slight annoyance before she turned back to coo over Alice once more. ‘Alright alright. Okay my love. OHH! I’ll miss you my baby sweet pea. I’ll call you every day! And don’t forget to brush your teeth! I love you..’ She pressed a kiss on the girl’s left cheek. ‘..I love you..’ She pressed another kiss on her right cheek. ‘..I love you!’ She exclaimed, pressing a final kiss right between the toddler’s frowning eyebrows.

I stepped in, picking up the pouting girl whilst Maddie and Frank started their way back into the hallway.

‘You know where everything is.’

‘Yep.’ I nodded, hoisting Alice a little higher on my hip, the front door now opened and the suitcases rolling out onto the door step.

‘Okay.’ Maddie sighed, stepping back to Alice once more and pressing a kiss on her forehead, then half-hugged me, leaving one hand on my shoulder: ‘Thanks, Ali, really. Thank you so much.’

‘It’s okay Mads. Now off you go. Don’t want to miss your plane.’

‘Yes! Alright! See you in three days! I’ll call you tonight!’

‘Alright! Good luck! We’ll send pictures!’

—

It was near lunch time and with a toddler in my wake I walked towards my parents house. I could hear her tiny feet trotting behind me, stopping every few steps to pick a flower or watch a bird.

The reason of our little excursion was quite silly; my morning brain had forgotten to remind me that I wished to bring my laptop to Frank and Maddie’s home, and thus we had to go back to my parent’s place to go pick it up.

‘Ali Ali look!’ Little Alice pulled the hem of my skirt and I followed the direction of her pointing finger, seeing Marianne approach us - Henry’s mom-, a familiar dog leashed in her right hand. It was quite a funny vision; the absolutely huge and slightly clumsy akita walking next to the tiny, but well-put together lady.

Marianne smiled and waved at us and before I knew it little Alice started running towards Marianne - her tiny legs surprisingly fast. I widened my eyes, a sudden mother instinct kicking in; what if she fell? What if..ooph..the tarmac would tear her tender skin right open! Or.. what if Kal got over excited?

Quickly I ran after her, picking her up. ‘Woosh!!’ I said, dragging her through the air like she was flying. The toddler chuckled in delight, stretching her arms as if she were Superman. ‘Wieeeeee!!!!’ She exclaimed, my feet now speeding up as the soft morning wind brushed through her yellow blond curls, my poor arms protesting as I was not quite strong enough to hold up a toddler.

Marianne laughed heartily, shortening the leash so Kal couldn’t jump up at me and Alice, her feet halting just before she reached us. I quickly put Alice back on my hip and winked at the happy toddler, her cheeks glowing as another giggle burst through.

‘Hello Alice..and Alice.’ Marianne smiled.

‘Hi Marianne. Got a new dog?’ I winked, to which Marianne chuckled. ‘No, no. Though what a darling bear it is. Aren’t you Kal?’ She ruffled a hand through Kal’s fur, the dog looking up in curiosity, tail wagging happily. She continued: ‘No I just wished to help Henry out for a bit. His schedule changed rather last minute, so he has other things on his mind right now. Calling..rescheduling..calling..you know how that goes.’

‘I can figure. How’s Colin?’

‘Good. His sturdy old self.’ She smiled, her eyes moving towards little Alice. ‘So are you girls out on a stroll as well?’ She asked the toddler.

‘No! Ali forgot her thingy.’ The toddler shook her head, then pointed at my parents house.

‘Ah..the thingy.’ Marianne nodded, scrunching her nose in amusement as she looked back at me.

‘Yep. The thingy.’ I nodded, feigning pure seriousness.

We all laughed for a moment before Alice reached out to Kal, wishing to be put down to pet the dog.

‘Careful Alice.’ I whispered, turning my back towards the dog so I could keep Kal away for a moment longer as I placed the toddler before him. ‘Reach out your hand and let him come to you, sniff you for a bit.’

‘That’s like saying hello.’ Marianne added, letting Kal approach. Kal’s tail wagged with great excitement, but the rest of the dog’s stance was calm and cautious, his nose pressing into the toddler’s hand, making her squirm in delight. Kal responded with a big fat lick over her tiny palm, the two quite clearly getting along perfectly well.

Marianne looked at me, trusting Kal was the goodest of boys - the dog clearly calm enough to let the encounter go safe and smooth. ‘You would never guess what Henry asked of me yesterday.’ She smiled.

‘What?’ I asked, my eyebrow lifting in curiosity.

‘Oh,’ She waved her hand through the air, as if it was a silly thing to talk about. ‘I’m sure he wishes to show you that himself.’ She said mysteriously, an amused glint glittering in her deep blue eyes.

I bit the inside of my cheek as I observed Alice and Kal coo over each other. What was Kal’s owner up to, hmm? What..oh..what was he up to? I felt my heart flutter for a moment as my eyes drifted towards the Cavill’s house, not far in the distance. The place where Henry was currently making those three gazillion phone calls.

Curiouser and curiouser indeed..

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Croissants

Summary: you have an interview after somebody had mentioned your name after it’s been a long time.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Wife!Reader

“We’ve finally got in the studio none other than Grammy award winner and platinum selling artist Y/n Y/l/n!” the host said. “You’re here to promote your latest album. But before we dive into the music… you’re currently with child. Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” you said.

“Do you know what you’re having?” she asked.

“Hopefully a baby,” you said. “But the guy I’m with is huge.”

“You’re worried you’ll be having a big baby,” she said

“Yeah, I’m terrified. His mom was telling me all of her boys were like ten-eleven pound babies— each one of them,” you explained. “And these guys are massive dudes. I can’t imagine the pain she went through. I’m also smaller than her.”

“That’s frightening. I have that same exact fear for if I ever have kids,” the host said. “How far long are you?”

“28 weeks,” you said. “I had to have my heels buckled for me. It’s embarrassing.”

“How’s baby daddy taking the news of you being pregnant?” she asked.

“Well… not to brag but he’s obsessed with me,” you smiled.

“As he should be,” she said. “Speaking of people who are probably still obsessed with you… Henry Cavill, your ex-fiancé, name dropped your name in a recent interview.”

“As he should, I have a fantastic name,” you said.

“It’s been eight years since the two of you have ever been seen in a room together. It’s rumored that you’re the one who got away,” she said. “Have you seen him or heard from him after all these years?”

“Yeah, I have,” you said. “He promised me that he’ll have croissants with jelly when he picks me up from here. There might be a hoodie involved and I’ll probably cry.”

“You two have been seeing each other?!” she flipped.

“I need you all to take a deep breath—,” you said. “I baby trapped him.”

“Ah, there’s my baby trapper,” Henry smiled.

You broke out into the biggest smile seeing him stand by the Escalade holding a pastry box. You picked up your pace as best as you could.

“My baby daddy,” you said happily.

“The croissants you requested,” he said opening the pastry box.

You grabbed a croissant and took a bite. Henry opened up the passenger door. You came closer. He leaned down and kissed you. You smiled into the kiss.

“Get in, Darling,” he said.

You happily took his hand and get helped into the car.

“Hi, Kal!” you exclaimed seeing the pooch in the back.

Henry slid in after you. He shut the door. He looked at you. You’re already giving Kal a small piece of your croissant. You buckled yourself in.

“Give me your feet,” Henry said.

You swing your legs over the leather seats. He pulled your feet onto his lap. He unbuckled the little belt on your heels. He pulled off your heels and grabbed the pair of short Uggs on the ground. He slipped them onto your feet.

“There you go,” he smiled.

You unbuckled your seatbelt and scooted into the seat next to Henry’s. His right arm went around your shoulders as you buckle up again. He adjusted the seatbelt on your lap and then found his hand resting your bump.

“How was the interview?” Henry asked.

“It was good. I’m sure you listened to it,” you said.

“I did. You handled it a lot better than I would’ve,” he said kissing the top of your head.

“You would’ve choked, Henners,” you said.

“Probably,” he said. “Would you have save me?”

“Didn’t I already do that?” you sassed.

“Eat your croissant,” he said.

“Do I get a hoodie?” you asked.

“On the plane,” he said.

“I’m gonna hold you to it,” you said.

“I know you will,” he said.

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angryschnauzer · 4 years

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Superior Specimen - Chapter 8

Relationship: AU Henry Cavill x Female Reader (No race or body shape mentioned)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

Warnings: Slow Burn, NSFW, 18+, Mutual Masturbation, Phone Sex, Drunken Piggy Back Rides, Oral Sex (Female Recieving), Drama, Theft, Amateur Heroics, Hospital Visit, Shower Sex, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Blow Job, Fingering, Lavish lifestyle, Henry is loaded, The Shard, Expensive Gifts, Sixty nine, Unprotected Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Angst, Argument, Jealousy, Talk of car crashes, heroics, rough sex, use of safe words, Anal play,

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Chapter 8

On the tube an old woman had offered you a tissue and had whispered quietly;

“He’s not worth crying over my dear”

You swallowed and smiled weakly at her;

“Unfortunately he was… he was just an idiot too”

“They all are my dear, they all are”

She got off at the next stop, giving you a pat on the arm before leaving the carriage, leaving you ride the rest of the way to Fulham Broadway on your own.

You were on autopilot when you arrived, walking through the small shopping mall that had grown around the tube station, grabbing a pair of overpriced knock-off designer sunglasses from the concession stand to hide your puffy and red eyes, swollen from crying. As you stood in the crowd at the lights to cross the road, a stream of Ambulances and Police cars screamed past, lights and sirens blasting, but it was London, every day there was a crisis or accident and you were used to them.

The walk to your flat was quick, just a few roads from the tube, and you were thankful you’d brought your small clutch bag from the hotel room that had your phone, wallet, and keys in. Once inside you pulled off your clothing, everything Henry had bought for you, tossing it into a heap on the floor before you climbed into bed and curled into a ball, sobbing into the pillow.

You woke to the sound of a metal on plastic crunch from the street outside, familiar with the sound and you knew it was vehicle vs wheelie bin, an all too familiar occurrence when collection day was on a Friday and people went out that night, so the street would still be littered with bins the following day. Staring up at the ceiling you heard the doorbell ring, glaring at the ceiling but refusing to move. You didn’t care if your bin that had ended up a casualty of a car not looking where it was going, so when the bell finally timed out you closed your eyes… only to be rudely disturbed by a loud knocking on the door a minute later, a muffled voice from the other side;

“Princess… it’s me; Henry… please, just tell me you’re ok… I’ve got to know you’re ok…”

You could feel your emotions rising within you; a heat, an anger, and as the knocking continued you grabbed the dressing gown hanging on the back of the door and was still tying it as you pulled the door open, but surprised to see state of Henry, his clothes a mess and his face blotchy;

“What the hell happe…”

Your words were cut short as he pulled you into his arms, hugging you tight;

“You’re alright… my god, you’re ok…”

“Henry, what is going on?”

He let you go and started pacing;

“I was an ass, I didn’t follow you, I was stupid… I tried calling you but you never picked up…”

“I had it on silent… I didn’t want anyone to disturb our date”

“And then the accident, I’d gone back to the hotel, I knew it was the closest tube to where we were...”

“Accident?”

“There was an accident, on the road outside the London Bridge Tube, a bus and council truck collided and ran into the queue… I stayed and helped the emergency services; I was trying to find you… but you weren’t there…”

Your hand was over your mouth, tears pooling on your lashes as you looked at him, and realised he cared so much for you that he had literally pulled people out of the wreckage of an major accident because he thought he had lost you. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders you cradled the back of his head as he slumped to the floor, sobbing into your shoulder and the softness of your dressing gown.

Finally he pulled his head back, a weak smile on his face as he looked into your eyes, and you saw a different Henry, one that was fragile, one that needed you as much as you needed him.

“C’mon, let me put the kettle on”

Sipping on sweet tea as you both sat at the kitchen table, dunking Digestive biscuits in the deep brown steaming mugs, you looked him up and down;

“You are a mess”

He glanced down and realised his shirt and jeans were covered in dirt, grime, and in some places blood;

“You’re right” he paused before looking back to you; “Look, I’ve got a suggestion… pack a bag. Comfy clothing, overnight things. We’ll head back to the hotel and collect our things, then head back to my place. I’ll cook dinner and we can talk… ask all those things we’ve both wanted to ask since we met, yeah?”

He looked at you like a hopeful puppy, his deep blue eyes watery where he feared you would say no, but as you nodded he let out the breath he had been holding, and a genuine smile spread over his face.

Henry opened the door to his place and stepped aside, letting you enter and look around as he shut the door, resting all the bags from the hotel room on the shiny white tiles that covered the floor.

“This is your place?”

“It’s home for the next few months” he shut the door and wrapped his arm around you; “I gave up on having a permanent place about five years ago. I would always come back to a dust filled nightmare and a fridge that was a biohazard. I keep a PO box for any mail and a storage unit for my things that I don’t need when I’m away”

You looked at him;

“It sounds very… lonely…”

He paused, considering your words;

“I’ve never thought about it that way… but, you’re right” he wrapped his arms around you, his gaze intense; “I’m sorry I over-reacted earlier… about your flatmate. I was just… I don’t know, so focused I guess on this amazing thing we have now, and what we were talking about last night… how those I fall for push me away when I have to leave… I could only think ‘this guy will be around when I’m not’...”

You reached up and cupped his cheek with your hand, realising in that moment that for all the bravado and confidence, beneath that Henry was just like you, like anyone else, and feared losing those he cared for;

“I would wait… I will wait…”

You pressed a kiss to his lips, and the pair of you just held each other for the longest time, before he pulled away;

“What kind of host am I? I haven’t even offered you a cup of tea!”

Laughing you followed him into the kitchen, looking around at the sparse worktops, all the cupboards pristine white. Even the appliances were just plain brushed aluminium. As the kettle bubbled away you pushed yourself up onto the central island, sitting on the marble countertop as you watched Henry move around the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out the carton of milk, sniffing it and cringing;

“Okay, tea may be off the menu… the milk’s off”

Pausing he opened the cupboard, shoulders slumping when he saw the empty tea caddy;

“No tea either…”

Leaning back you pulled your phone from your pocket and opened google maps;

“This is Warwick Square, right?”

“Yes”

You pinched the screen and zoomed out, jumping off the counter;

“C’mon, there’s a Tesco Express just around the corner”

Walking hand in hand around Pimlico with Henry, it dawned on you that you had never visited this part of London, the sights and sounds much like most of the city, but where each little borough had its own character. Once you reached the supermarket he grabbed a basket and picked up the few things he needed, before his hand hovered over the selection of biscuits;

“Ok, make or break time to find out if we are truly compatible” his voice had an element of mischief in it as he spoke; “Milk or Dark Chocolate Digestives?”

You looked at the selection before you set your hand down on the bright blue packet;

“Trick question, we both know the true answer is Milk Chocolate Hobnobs”

He laughed as you dropped the packet into the basket, wrapping his massive arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest;

“I knew there was a reason I loved you” he turned to the row of refrigerators on the other side of the isle, unaware of what he’d said, and how your eyes were a little wider as you took in his admission; “Shall I make some burnt offerings for you tonight? I have somewhat limited culinary skills, but I can rustle up something with meat or fish…”

Nodding you were still a little stunned, finally finding your voice;

“Yeah, I’ll eat anything”

He cocked an eyebrow and you playfully batted at his arm;

“Oh shut up” you laughed

Dinner had been nice. An easy dish of roasted pork, Henry had thrown in some potatoes and had let them roast with alongside, and a simple salad. The one thing he did have readily stocked in his place was alcohol, and between the two of you an entire bottle of vintage Pinot Noir had been sunk over the course of dinner, and as you watched him stack the dishwasher you spread out on the massive white sofa that dominated the open plan space. You couldn’t help yourself but you popped the button of your jeans, letting out a sigh of relief.

Checking your phone you reopened your roommates’ email and read it again, before hitting reply. You knew deep down you wouldn’t be able to get a mortgage, but asked that you be kept in the loop and would start looking for another place come Monday. Having hit send you saw another email, this time from your Manager, requesting that you attend a review on Monday morning;

“Huh, so much for giving me a week off” you muttered to yourself, before looking up and seeing Henry approaching you, two full glasses of red wind in hand.

“Everything ok?”

Taking the glass you smiled;

“Yeah, work want me to go in for a review on Monday morning”

“Did they say what it was about?”

“No, but I’m guessing ‘playing heroics and injuring yourself on the job isn’t in your job description, please don’t sue us’ is probably on the agenda”

Settling next to you he rested a hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze;

“I’m sure you’re right” he sipped at the wine before setting it on the small table at the side; “Hey I meant to ask, does your roommate have an Instagram account or Facebook page?”

“Yeah, I’ll pull it up. Its where he’s trying to do more serious photography”

He nodded and tapped at his phone for a few seconds before setting it aside, raising his glass again and clinking it against yours;

“Cheers”

By the time the last dregs of the 2nd bottle of wine were drained from your glasses you were drunk as skunks and just an amorous. You were draped over Henry’s lap, his hand was attempting to sneak under your t-shirt as you curled one hand in his hair, wrapping a deep brown strand around your finger as you kissed him lazily. When his hand finally found your breast you moaned at his touch, his lips brushing against your neck;

“I think we should take this to the bedroom”

You giggled;

“With the amount of wine we’ve had? Can you still get it up?”

He pushed his crotch up against you;

“Princess I’m already ‘up’, now I need to be in, and I don’t care which hole, I just want to feel you around my dick as we have some nasty drunk sex”

You attempted to slide off his lap and land on your feet, but what really happened was you tumbled into a heap on the soft white rug, one leg still on the sofa as the other hit the coffee table and your ass in the air;

“Help!” you cried out, giggling as Henry stood and swayed, before wrapping his arm around your waist and carrying you under his arm to the bedroom like a misbehaving poodle in Harrods.

He dropped you onto the bed and in the light from the lounge you watched as he yanked his t-shirt over his head, and started to unfasten his jeans, letting out a sigh of relief when the massive bulge in his boxers was allowed more room to grow. With a growl be bent over you and pulled your jeans down your legs, your panties following suit, before flipping you over so you were on your front. He went to reach for your ass but had forgotten his jeans were still around his thighs, and he proceeded to trip-tumble onto the bed beside you. You couldn’t help but to giggle into the soft duvet, and it earned you a single spank on your ass that make you squeal.

Rolling onto your back you looked at Henry as he huffed and puffed to take his jeans and boxers off, and you spread your legs as your hands strayed to your pussy;

“Are you doing to fuck me, or shall I just get myself started?” you said with more sass than needed, but it earned you a low groan and you could have sworn you heard seams ripping as he finally rid himself of his clothes.

“Cheeky wench!” Henry pounced on you, pulling your top over your head before fumbling with your bra, finally getting you out of it as he flung it across the room and you heard it hit something in the darkness; “I’ll show you, gonna fuck you so good you’ll have to sit on a cushion when you go into work on Monday”

He flipped you over and pulled your ass up, and you instinctively arched your back and bared yourself to him, prone and ready, begging for attention. You felt his hands smooth over your ass before dipping between your legs;

“Already so wet for me, you need me to fuck this cunt Princess? Fill you up with my cum? Or should I cum over your beautiful tits, so you can watch me as I spray my load on you, huh?”

He slid two fingers into your soaked hole, stretching you as his thumb found your clit and he rubbed harshly at it, the wine making him lose his finesse but up his pressure. When he pulled his fingers out you let out a needy whine, only to feel him press his dick against you, rutting into your crease and smearing your juices over himself.

The friction was delicious, and you found yourself pressing back and eager for more, earning a low chuckle to rumble up from Henry’s chest;

“You like that Princess? Like me rubbing my dick against your asshole?”

“Oh fuck… fuck… more…”

You felt him spit on your ass as he lowered his dick and slowly but firmly filled your pussy. As you were getting used to be filled so deep you felt his thumb press against your asshole;

“NERD!”

Suddenly Henry stopped;

“Princess?”

You turned, looking over your shoulder;

“Look Hen, I may be up for some anal play, but lube… you gotta use lube…”

You saw him look back and forth between your ass and his bedside drawers, as if trying to work out whether to forget the ass play and just fuck your pussy, or to give up your pussy for just a few seconds and get the lube. In the end the lube won, and he quickly slid out of you, leaning across the bed and yanking the drawer open, before pulling out a small bottle of Durex Lube. You saw it and grinned;

“Ooh nice one. Make sure there’s enough for a tit-wank in the morning”

Henry paused and looked at you, and you could almost see his brain short circuiting at what you’d said as it fought through the wine haze;

“Fuck, if I didn’t want to fuck you doggy style quite so much I’d say let’s do that now…”

He settled behind you and rammed his dick straight back into you, making you squeal as he filled you. You heard the quiet squeeze of the pump on the bottle before the cool gel fell on the crease of your ass and his fingers started to massage against your back door. He ran his finger around and around your brown rose, and you could feel yourself relaxing and trying to push back to get him to go further, making you whine;

“Please Hen… do something…”

He ran his thumb over your asshole and rested it on it before finally pushing in, holding the digit inside just up to the first knuckle, and that’s when he started to move in your pussy.

“So. Fucking. Good. My dirty little Princess…”

You whined for more, for him to go harder, deeper, and he did so with glee;

“You want more? Fuck yes, take my dick, can feel your insides parting for me, you like my thumb in your ass? Like being double stuffed?”

“Fuck…” your head was swimming, your chest resting against the bed as you snuck your hand between your legs and started to strum at your clit, urging your orgasm on as Henry turned into a feral beast behind you, fucking you raw and dirty, you pushing back for each thrust to feel him deeper and split you wider.

Your orgasm happened without warning, screaming out his name as you came so hard he was sure if he hadn’t pulled his thumb out your muscles would have broken the bones in it. Your knees gave way and you slumped down onto the bed, Henry still deep inside you, fucking you as you lay spent on the bed;

“So close… almost there…

“Cum on my ass Hen…” you muttered as he railed into you, and you heard a groan as he pulled out of you, seconds later the splash of his hot seed landing on your naked ass, back and thighs.

For a moment everything went quiet before you felt him wiping his cum from you, and he moved you in the bed until you were curled up in his arms, the little spoon to his big;

“You’re fucking amazing Princess, I fucking love you so much” he slurred, before the two of you feel asleep in drunken stupors.

Chapter 9 >>>

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