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[musings-sans-muse]

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

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

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

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

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

Thank so much for asking honey!

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[thethirstyarchive]

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

This is so sweet! It's no problem 🥰

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

#henry cavill #answered ask #adorkabeezle

[geralt-of-baevia]

Easy Like Sunday Morning

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[ladyreapermc]

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

Yeeeees! Can’t let that baby waiting! 😉

Warnings: terrible puns and children’s innocence. LOL

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You giggled, unable to stop yourself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

xxx

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[yespolkadotkitty]

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure you were.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The famous Morales five-alarm chilli.”

You wince, and he laughs. 

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

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

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

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

“Let’s dance a little longer.” 

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

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

“Yo, Catfish! You back there?”

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

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

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

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

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[musings-sans-muse]

adorkabeezle replied to your post “Unsanctioned”

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

Thank you so much! 💜

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

#adorkabeezle #musing on feedback #musings sans muse

[geralt-of-baevia]

Hmmm…

Might fuck around and post a new chapter of…

✨✨HAPPENSTANCE ✨✨

VERY soon 😉

Thought I’d let my tag list know 🥰

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[ranveer--singh]

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

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[yespolkadotkitty]

Sweet Girl

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

Warnings: indulgent smut.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#triple frontier fic #frankie morales x fem!reader #catfish x fem!reader #pedro pascal x fem!reader