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[deathonyourtongue]

Tease

Summary: There’s seldom a good reason to interrupt a workout. But you’ve got a plan... Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader Word Count: 1.9K Warnings: Pure, unadulterated SMMMMMMMMUUUTTTTTTT.  A/N: We’ve all been wrecked by the tree trunks, the ham hocks, the thighs of glory. I just...Yeah, I had to. Sorry not sorry. Also, @fuckoffbard​? This one’s for you, boo! 

You’re not sure what wakes you first; the music coming from the back garden, or Kal’s cold, wet, nose nudging under your chin. Either way, you crack open an eyelid and look around. It’s early enough that the sun is barely peeking over the horizon and you can feel the chill outside without even having to see the light coating of frost on the hedges. 

Sitting up, you reach for your robe, the black floral silk slipping against your skin as you pad over to the window, wondering what Henry’s up to. Kal follows and within moments has his nose plastered against the window, panting happily at seeing his owner outside. Scratching the top of his head absently, you watch Henry do agility drills, happy to see his hamstring not causing any more issues. 

A grunt from Kal reminds you he’s probably hungry and with a pout down at the big ball of fur, you tie your robe and head to the kitchen to fill his bowl. Keeping your eyes on Henry is easy, as the windows that face the back of the property all have their curtains open, allowing a full view of his workout. It’s hard not to stare as he moves, each muscle a fine-tuned piece of machinery, working as one to make him faster and stronger with each workout. 

When he switches from running back and forth across the garden, to running side to side however, it’s all you can do not to drop Kal’s bowl and imitate your furry friend by pressing your nose to the glass. Henry’s always had nice thighs, but as of late, he’s dialed up his work on them; the sight of him laterally shuffling from one side of the garden to the other only amplifies the definition and size of his muscles there, and it only takes seconds before you feel a visceral reaction to what’s just beyond the window. 

With Kal preoccupied, you wander over to the back door, your lower lip caught between your teeth as an impish idea comes to mind. As Henry shuffles back towards the side of the house you’re on, you let your robe slip open, revealing a slice of your side and one of your breasts. You keep your eyes on a bird at the top of the hedge, wanting the whole thing to look accidental. 

It takes everything in you not to laugh when Henry comes to a skidding halt, nearly falling over in his haste to stop. When you’re certain his eyes are on you and only you, you take a seat at the kitchen table, the bench seat perfect for what you have in mind. 

Letting the robe fall open completely, you lean back and spread your legs. Henry’s body language goes slack and still, his eyes laser-focused on you as he moves closer, one step at a time. Your hands sweep your body slowly, spending some time on your breasts before slipping over your stomach and down your own thighs. 

There’s no missing the tenting in his shorts as your fingers move to your mouth before heading further south. Henry’s nearly got his own face pressed to the glass as your fingers slip through your folds, making your own arousal plainly visible as you tease not only Henry, but yourself as well. A soft gasp leaves your lips as you dip your fingers inside, your need growing as you watch Henry’s hips and thighs tense. Mouth slack, it’s easy to see just how much you’re turning him on. You work yourself to the edge then quickly back off, letting the robe fall off your shoulders completely when you get to your feet. The silk trails behind you as you make your way to the master bath, secure in the knowledge that everything is going according to plan.

The sound of the shower is the only hint you give Henry and you have to cover your mouth as you hear a commotion fit for a bull in a china shop seconds after you’ve made yourself comfortable; Henry’s made it inside and is definitely on a mission. 

“You absolute tease!” He growls as he careens into the bathroom, shirt half off and shorts at his knees. You bite your lip to keep from giggling as he struggles out of his sweaty clothes, Henry’s beaming smile making it clear he doesn’t mind his workout being interrupted for the right reasons. Opening the door to the shower, you gesture towards the built-in marble bench, one eyebrow raised in invitation. 

“Says the man wearing short shorts, letting the whole world see those tree trunks you call legs. Sit,” you joke, smiling as you watch him finally rid himself of the last sock before moving under the spray. Though you’ve made yourself plain, you don’t mind waiting as he lets the warm water wash over his well-worked muscles. Your hands slide up his back, eliciting a groan of enjoyment from Henry as he sags a bit under your touch. 

“Sit,” you repeat, kissing between his shoulder blades before gently nudging him in the direction of the bench. He sits with an ear-to-ear smile and an elated sigh, his arms opening almost immediately. Leaning in, you let him envelope you for a deep kiss, keeping your hips a teasing distance away from the part of him you know must be aching for relief. 

“Wha-”

“Shh. Close your eyes. No peeking,” you chirp, pressing kisses down Henry’s abs as you get to your knees. Smoothing your hair back with the water cascading over both of you, you can’t keep the grin off your face if you try. As your hands slide up his rock-solid quads, your lips find the more tender skin of Henry’s inner thigh. 

A breathless laugh escapes Henry as he feels your touch, but the momentary contraction of his muscles immediately releases as you continue to kiss your way slowly up his thigh. Looking up, you’re glad to see he’s not cheating and trying to steal a look; it makes what comes next all the more fun. 

Immediately after kissing the juncture where his thigh meets his hip, you let your tongue drag up the underside of his length, getting the jump you were hoping for. Smiling, you rub his quads with firm pressure, waiting until you feel the muscles go lax once more before continuing on your devious path. As your hands sail up his sides, you finally do what you’ve been wanting to since seeing him out in the garden; in quick succession, you leave a series of nips along his inner thigh.

Henry jolts like someone touched him with a live wire, his hips canting towards the ceiling of their own volition. 

“Biggest tease in the world!” He exhales, blindly trying to find the top of your head even as you move it out of the path of his hand. Smiling, your lips find the oh-so-sensitive spot at the base of his thick length, sucking gently until you feel his breathing pick up sharply. 

Not giving him time to think, you stroke him firmly root to tip as you move back to his inner thigh, biting just a little harder the second time around, your own excitement growing when he lets out a long, low moan, his voice going a touch hoarse at the end. 

“Tell me what you want, babe. Do you want….my mouth? Or would you rather…?” You let the choice linger as you continue tormenting him, your smile unshakable as Henry begins to squirm, his hips thrusting gently through your hand, the desperation for release growing with every stroke you complete.

Henry murmurs his reply, his voice barely audible over the spray of the shower. You continue your ministrations, laving your tongue over the places you’ve nibbled and sucked, wondering if the evidence of your teasing will show come evening; it would certainly be an interesting place for hickies. 

“What was that? I couldn’t quite--OOP!” 

Henry makes his answer abundantly clear as he picks you up off the floor with ease, setting you down in his lap, his blue eyes intense as he locks his gaze with yours. This time, you have no time to react as you’re lifted even higher, Henry’s strong arms holding you exactly where he wants you. Your mouth drops open in shock as you feel his tongue snake inside you, his eyes never leaving yours as he makes sure you’re ready. When he feels you begin to grind, he slowly sets you back down, the movement as controlled as it is effortless for him. You make sure to grind against his cock in retaliation for his surprise feast. 

“WOMAN!” He growls, Henry smirking victoriously as he lifts you once more, this time ensuring he gets a reaction as he takes up every last bit of room you have to offer.

You sink down to the hilt, your eyes rolling back at the delicious sensation of being so utterly filled. The indulgence only lasts a moment however, as Henry sets a demanding pace, bucking up hard enough to bounce you an inch or two off his lap with every thrust.

“Oh my god! Holy shit!” You squeak, holding onto his broad shoulders as you move with him, finding the primal rhythm the two of have had since the very first time.

“Ohh, now who’s getting teased?” Henry jokes, his eyebrows raised in mischief as he purposely slows down, bringing you flush against his chest with one hand while the other guides your hips as it cups your ass.

His lips find yours for a modicum of comfort as he continues the torturous pace, making sure you feel every inch coming and going. You mewl against his mouth, wordlessly begging for sweet release. 

“Want to come, my love?” He asks teasingly between kisses, Henry’s lips moving south until they find your breasts, his hips ever so slowly increasing the pace once more, driving you wild. You can’t help but nod feverishly, moaning softly each time his cock hits that perfect spot inside, making you see stars. 

The hand at your back finds your hair, Henry gathering it in his palm and pulling gently, exposing your neck to his own nips and kisses as he makes sure you grind down each time you find your seat on his thighs. Panting, you feel as though your heart might explode at any moment, but before you can even vocalize how good Henry’s making you feel, the pace switches back to blistering and you’re left to hold on for the ride as Henry’s hands find your shoulders for leverage.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUUUCCK!!” You scream. The friction, combined with the angle, makes the world come off its axis and every thought empty from your mind as you explode around Henry’s massive length. 

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he hisses, bouncing you just a little more before pulling you flush once again, his body stiff as he begins to spill inside you. 

Completely wrecked, you can only cling to his biceps as your own orgasm continues to wreak havoc, spurned on by the feeling of Henry filling you to the brim. 

You’re not sure which one of you turns off the shower, but looking at your fingers, you can’t help but crack a dazed smile, seeing each one more pruned than the one before it. You dread getting off Henry’s lap, but before you can even muster the coordination to move, you’re encased in his arms again, Henry standing and padding out of the shower, still fully sheathed inside you. 

“Did I tell you I had the day off, love? Actions have consequences, and, well...We’ve only just begun.” 

You can’t stop yourself from reaching down and smacking Henry’s ass with a still-wet hand, knowing full well your teasing will be matched...again and again and again.

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✨Today is @deathonyourtongue’s bday, and if you don’t wish her an awesome birthday, your mom’s a hoe✨

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[deathonyourtongue]

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[deathonyourtongue]

These two need to do a sequel.

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[deathonyourtongue]

Case of the Giggles

Summary: When the power’s out, it’s not hard to be entertained. Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader Word Count: 905  Warnings: Fluff. A/N: Requested by the beautiful (fight me) @my-rosegold-soul​! 💜💜💜

The power had been out since you’d woken up that morning. Far from being upset, you and Henry had taken advantage, starting with breakfast. 

One of the benefits of the old cottage the two of you were staying at for filming was that the owners had kept the small wood-burning stove when they’d remodeled the kitchen, leaving it in its original location before adding the rustic gas range that they knew most guests would expect. As Henry went out to check that the wood in the garden wasn’t too wet to burn, you got everything prepared, working it out so that you only had to open the fridge once for all the items. The two of you worked side by side, cuddling close as the eggs and sausage cooked and the toast browned to golden perfection.

With the plates set and coffees in hand, the two of you found a spot between the fireplace and the big window that looked out onto the farmland behind the property. With no TV or music for distraction, you found that you ate slower, more consumed by the view than the food in front of you. Though it had snowed quite a bit, the temperature wasn’t unbearable, and far off in the field, you could see a small group of Highland cows having their breakfast at the same pace that you and Henry were.

When you were finished eating, you nuzzled in close, finding your spot nestled in among the blankets and pillows you two had long positioned on the floor by the fire, a silent agreement the two of you had come to when you first took up residence in the rented house. It wasn’t long before Henry finished his own plate, shifting his position so that he lay with his head in your lap. 

The silence was gentle as the two of you watched the scenery, the meandering two-lane road that hugged the lazy sloping hills of the countryside occasionally occupied by a car or small work truck. You were nearly certain Henry was asleep after a while, your fingers raking gently through his soft curls something which nearly always put him to sleep, but when he shifted and craned his neck up a bit, you knew that something outside had caught his eye.

“I’m not sure I’ve ever seen someone look lost from outside the car before,” he commented, looking up at you with amusement, your own gaze finally catching sight of what Henry was seeing.

“I think she’s trying to bang a uey,” you said without hesitation, squinting as you watched the woman in the Peugeot attempt and fail at making a U turn, the road far too narrow to accommodate the maneuver, despite the small size of her car.

“Bang a what?” Henry asked, sitting up and looking at you like you’d just spoken an alien language.

“Bang a uey!” You laughed, returning the look with one of your own. 

“That’s Bostonian for…” 

“Making a U-turn, or in her case an eighteen-point turn. My money’s on her being a tourist.” Your smile grew as Henry made a face that was equal parts confusion and humor.

“Well, she’s in no danger of starting a tailback ‘round these parts, at least there’s that,” Henry commented with a chuckle of his own. 

“A wha--she doesn’t--there’s no tail on her car,” you stammered, now as confused as he’d been a moment earlier.

“A tailback’s a backup, a traffic jam.” It was Henry’s turn to laugh now, his blue eyes sparkling with mirth. 

“Okay, you can’t just throw British at me and expect me to know!” You giggled, both of you forgetting all about the woman as you turned your attention solely on one another. 

“I can and I will!” Henry wheezed, adding after a moment, “Now stop faffing about and go help her.” Both of you fell into hysterics, laying back on the pillows, unable to control your laughter. 

What had started as a colloquial misunderstanding had now turned into a game of who could make the other laugh the hardest simply by using the strangest-sounding words for everyday life, and while you knew the deck was stacked against you (seeing as how Massachusetts was originally a British colony), you had one ace in your back pocket that you knew would do Henry in. 

“Chucklehead!” You called out, grinning ear to ear as Henry let out an whoop of laughter, his hand going to his chest as his laughter continued unabated. 

“Boffin!” You squealed at Henry’s comeback, rolling side to side against the pillows before lightly smacking him with the smallest one.

“Clicker!”

“Doofer!”

“Bubbler!”

“Gutties!” 

“DUNKEEESSSS!!!” You called out, your legs kicking up at the ceiling as Henry barked out a laugh, curling in on himself before wiping his eyes. 

Moving to lay on top of him, you couldn’t keep the smile off your face if you tried. As the giggles slowly turned back into silence, there was no denying the feeling of warmth and love that filled the room, especially as Henry’s arms came around you, squeezing you tightly before he lifted one hand to wipe at his eyes. 

“I love you,” you murmured, your gaze locking with his even as he wiped your own tears of laughter off your cheeks. 

“I love you more, Dunkee,” Henry smirked, his laugh deep and warm as you pressed your face into his chest and squealed in delight.

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[deathonyourtongue]

Dance With Me

Summary: Sometimes the best moments are the simplest. Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader Word Count: 953  Warnings: Fluff.  A/N: Requested by the lovely @bichibibi​ ! 💜

You weren’t sure if it was the weather, your incoming period, or simply because everyone you knew was too busy to text back more than an lol or a haha to your messages, but as you came in from a long day at work, you were feeling pretty invisible. Even Henry, attentive as he was, had been locked in meetings and fittings all day, your messages going unanswered as his phone sat in his pocket, on silent.

It wasn’t surprising to find Henry in the kitchen on days when he was home; the man knew his way around the kitchen and had yet to make anything you deemed bland or awful. The scent of dinner hit you like a truck,  your eyes closing momentarily as you realized it had been an incredibly long time since you’d last eaten. Whatever he was making smelled like heaven, and you were excited to take your first bite. 

Padding up the narrow staircase to the bedroom you shared, you couldn’t help but strip as you went, needing to take the day off both literally and metaphorically. The shower was your next stop, and though the hot deluge helped a bit, you still couldn’t shake the feeling that the people in your life meant more to you than you did to them. 

By the time you were finished, you could hear the old classic Henry had turned on while cooking, and knowing him, it meant dinner would be a while still. Coming back down wearing only one of Henry’s flannels, you couldn’t keep yourself from making a beeline towards him, finally ready to greet your boyfriend.

You didn’t say a word as you burrowed under his arm, snuggling up against Henry’s chest in an effort to keep the warmth you’d acquired during the shower. For his part, Henry almost immediately squeezed you close, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before ducking down to give you a proper one. 

“Hello, my love. I didn’t hear you come in. How was your day?” He asked softly, the words tender and earnest, Henry’s attention shifting to you completely. 

“Sucked. Felt like I’d become the Invisible Woman, with how little interaction I was getting from, well…Everyone.” You admitted as you pressed a kiss of your own to his chest, your eyes roaming over the dishes he had going on the stove. 

“Smells wonderful,” you murmured, your eyes closing as you let the day slowly drift away. 

“It’s your favorite,” Henry nodded, wiping his hands on the rag that he’d slung over his opposite shoulder, both arms coming around you for a much-needed hug. Hearing his heart beat under his henley was as soothing as the music he’d turned on, and for a moment, you found yourself swaying softly, lost in the moment. 

It was Henry’s deep-throated chuckle that brought you out of your reverie, and when you looked up, chin resting on his sternum, you couldn’t help but feel the corners of your mouth tuck upward in response to his own gentle smile. 

“Comfy?” He asked, making no move to pull away as he stirred one of the pots, his warm hand returning to your back moments after. 

“Will you dance with me?” You asked after a pause, choosing to answer Henry’s question with one of your own. 

“Of course. May I have this dance, love?” He asked, blue eyes glinting against the setting sun as he shifted into the proper position for a slow dance.

Finding your hand with his, Henry laced your fingers together before tucking them against his chest. It was easy to let him lead as the two of you swayed slowly across the kitchen floor. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t answer your message today. I kicked my phone into airplane mode for the first meeting and just...well, let’s just say this is the slowest I’ve been all day,” Henry chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead before you tucked it back against his chest. 

“I figured something had kept you away. You’re usually pretty good about staying in contact,” you whispered, giving him a little squeeze before he spun you out and brought you back. 

“Usually there’s down time,” he nodded, pressing a flurry of kisses to your cheek and neck as he shuffled the two of you side to side, your back pressed against his chest. 

“But busy is good, so I don’t mind. I just wish other people were as...thoughtful as you are,” you explained, adding after a moment, “It’s hard when people you consider friends don’t hold you in the same regard you hold them, you know? I had a shit day at work, that’s one thing, but when I message my so-called bestie about it and all I get back is an ‘lol’, it’s…”

“Disheartening?” Henry offered as he spun you back so that the two of you were face to face once more. 

“Yeah. Makes me wonder if all the time and effort I put in is even worth it.” Your boyfriend nodded, though as one eyebrow raised, you knew you were about to be in for a laugh, or at the very least, a smile. 

“I’m offended. Are we not besties?” He asked, pouting dejectedly after, for maximum effect. You gave him a look before kissing the tip of his nose and shaking your head. 

“We’re more than besties, silly. We’re best friends. Partners. Lovers--”

“Soulmates,” Henry finished, his eyes soft with love for you as he pulled you close one last time. 

“Soulmates.” You agreed, content to be seen, appreciated, and loved by the most wonderful man you’d ever known. 

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[deathonyourtongue]

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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[deathonyourtongue]

Good Vibrations

Summary: While on a well-deserved vacation through the California desert, you realize being on a bike with Henry is fun in more way than one... Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader Word Count: 1.7K Warnings: SMUT!!! X RATED!!! ALL THE NEKKID BITS!!! A/N : This one is for my very first patron, @livinglifeformemyselfandi​ ! Thank you so much!!! Hope you enjoy, hon!❤❤❤

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Death Valley wasn’t the first place people thought of when they thought ‘vacation’, but after a rough few months at work, it was just what you needed to get away. Even better than the destination, was how you and Henry would get there. After much discussion, you’d both decided on renting a Triumph to make the trip from the hustle and bustle of L.A. to the relative peace and quiet of Death Valley. Deciding to let fate take you where it may, your only concrete plans were for where the two of you would sleep, everything else left to which direction your whim chose to take you. 

After a stop to take in the Sequoias that were bigger than your wildest dreams, you decided to keep heading north, towards the Sierras. Though you still had your sights on Death Valley, curiosity and the need to find somewhere to swim took over, and you eschewed your original destination for day two. 

Holding onto Henry’s broad chest as he guided the two of you up along the winding curves, sharp inclines, and sudden drops of the road, you began to realize that the vibration of the bike was having an unexpected consequence; namely, it was hitting all the right spots. Your arms tightened around Henry as your focus shifted from the scenery to the sensations between your legs, a plan forming in your head as the vibrations grew stronger the rougher the road got. 

Before long, you were writhing in the saddle, unable to help yourself as you rested your helmet against Henry’s back. Smiling as you heard the in-helmet radio crackle to life, you began to let one of your hands roam down Henry’s stomach, resting your fingers at his belt buckle as you listened for what he was going to say. 

“Everything alright, darling?” He asked, your smile growing as you finally let your hand go the rest of the way. 

“See that lake? We should stop there,” you answered, giving him a gentle squeeze that left it perfectly clear why you wanted to stop. 

Like most of the area, the lake was secluded and set back just far enough to be almost completely hidden from the view. It didn’t take long to find a dirt trail, and though you knew you’d have to give the bike a wash later, it was more than worth it for what you had in mind. 

The uneven surface only added to your need, and you could feel Henry getting hard beneath your fingers as he drove towards the water. It didn’t take long for him to find the perfect spot to cut the bike’s engine and carefully, you got off, slipping off your helmet and your leather jacket almost immediately. Your smile coy, you waited for Henry to do the same. His facial expression--part confusion, part excitement--only served to broaden your own smile, and you didn’t hesitate to close the small gap between you. 

“What’s gotten into you, love?” He chuckled as his arms slipped around your waist, Henry smoothing your hair back before kissing you deeply, neither of you minding the sun that beamed mercilessly down on the whole area.

“Let’s just say the bike did something...unexpected,” you grinned, your hands reaching for his buckle once more, his going for the hem of your tank top simultaneously. 

Kisses were the only interruption to both of you getting naked and it only took one easy lift for you to be laying over the seat of the bike, legs spread just wide enough for Henry to have no doubt of how ready you were. Dripping wet, it nevertheless still made you gasp when his tongue licked a wet stripe from your entrance all the way to your clit. Eyes closing against the bright sun, you let Henry take over as he licked and sucked every last bit of you, just as eager as you were. 

You were a mess before long, inner thighs soaked with a mix of your juices and his spit, everything tingling as you grew closer and closer to the edge. Henry had a knack for reading your body language, and as you began to squirm, he pulled away, smirking as he stood to his full height and moved around the bike. 

He didn’t have to say a word as he positioned himself at your mouth, Henry’s fingers immediately slipping over your hair as you took him in hungrily. Moaning softly at the precum that immediately coated your tongue, you laved his length languidly, indulging in not only in the act, but the fact that you had absolutely nowhere to be and no deadlines to meet. 

Your eyes widened in excitement as Henry swung a leg over the body of the bike, placing himself in the perfect position for you to swallow him down. Relaxing every muscle in your body, you kept eye contact as he slowly worked himself into your mouth. It had taken a lot of practice, but you no longer panicked when his cock hit the back of your throat. Now, it was second nature to simply relax and let him push down into your throat, the sensation one that never failed to bring a shiver of pleasure to both of you. 

“Oh, darling, that feels so fucking good,” he growled, Henry making sure you were ready before beginning to slowly fuck your mouth, letting you swallow him down every time he thrust in.

As with you, it didn’t take long before he began to get close, and though he wined, you pulled away with a kiss and a impish little flick of your tongue into his slit, a move that made his abs contract and a moan to escape his lips instinctively. 

Staying exactly where you were, you watched Henry move towards the back end of the bike again, your ankles lifted onto his broad shoulders in seconds as he lined himself up. 

“Such a naughty, naughty, girl,” he smirked as he plunged in, making you cry out happily. “Needing it so bad, you’ll risk us getting charged with lewd and lascivious conduct to do it.” Winking at you, he started a demanding pace that had you mewling and begging in no time. 

“Henry!” you whimpered, your chest pressing into his wandering hands as he fucked you hard, making you feel every inch of his cock as it rammed in and out. 

“Like that, darling? Like it when I take you hard, out where anyone could see us? Huh? You’re so wet, I think you do.” He panted, Henry increasing the strength of his thrusts, so that every slam of his cock against your cervix made you see stars. 

“Y-yes! Oh my god, Henry, so good!” You whined, chest heaving as you watched his cock snake in and out of you with all the strength he could muster without tipping the bike over. 

“Love seeing how you stretch around me,” he grunted, one hand sneaking back to spread your lips apart, Henry as much of a visual creature as you were when it came to sex. “Fuck! So hot,” he added, shaking his head as though he still couldn’t believe you were all his. 

“I’m so close, Henry!” You begged, thighs shaking visibly as the pleasure threatened to overtake you. 

“Yeah? Then cum for me, love. Don’t hold back,” he smiled, changing the angle to ensure you made a mess when the time came. 

Letting out a yelp of surprise, you couldn’t keep quiet if your life depended on it as every thrust hit your g-spot without remorse. Whether it was the risk of where you were, or just the fact that it had been a while since you’d had time for more than a quickie, you couldn’t help but feel like it was the most intense sex you’d ever had. You couldn’t help but hold out as long as you could, wanting Henry to get as much indulgence out of it as you were. 

“FUCK! FUCK! HENRYYY!” You squeaked out when you couldn’t hold back any longer, the sight of his muscular body giving it to you with all he had just too hot to handle. 

Eyes rolling back into your skull, you shook all over as you squirted and came, Henry’s name rolling off your lips like an invocation as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, neither of you caring that you’d soaked every inch of skin between you. Your body gave another shudder as you felt the tell-tale jolt of his cock inside you, Henry close to falling over the edge with you. 

“C’mon, baby, fill me up,” you encouraged, tongue licking at your lips suggestively as you watched the action between your legs through hazy eyes. 

“Jesus christ, darling! Fuck!” He grunted, plunging into you one last time and staying as deep as possible as he began to empty inside your still-contracting entrance. 

Wrapping your arms around him loosely, you couldn’t help but squirm as you felt his thick, hot cum flooding you, taking up every last bit of room you had to offer. With a final shudder, Henry kissed you passionately, his hands touching any slip of soft skin he could find as he came down enough to regain the use of his legs. 

“Show me,” he said after pulling out, his eyes still hungry despite the intensity of his own release. “Don’t be shy, darling.” 

Biting your lower lip, you slowly spread your legs, letting him see his handiwork. You watched his face as a hefty dollop of his cum slipped slowly down from your entrance, tracing the path to your backside at a teasing pace. 

“Fuck, you look good enough to eat,” Henry growled. 

“Save me for dinner,” you grinned, your eyes catching a truck turning onto the same road from the mouth of the highway. Pointing them out, you and Henry both scrambled to look presentable once more, zipping up your jackets and getting on the bike just in time for the car to come over the ridge, a family of four taking up the seats. 

“Smile to the nice folks, love,” Henry said over the radio, both of you trying your best not to look suspicious. The family waved back as the two of you ambled past on the bike, making sure not to kick up too much dust, as they had their windows rolled down.

Giggling, you couldn’t help but get a secret thrill as Henry put the bike into gear back on the highway; the next few hours would be spent going over bumpy roads with Henry’s cum still thick and heavy inside you, the mere thought of it exciting you all over again. 

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[deathonyourtongue]

Willow Run | MASTERLIST [C]

On a horse ranch in Texas, life is far simpler than on the streets of Bakubah, but Syverson has a bad habit of taking in strays of all kinds, no matter what demons may be after them.

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[deathonyourtongue]

What happens when you see another actor (*coughPABLOcough*) with a shirt so tight it looks like it’s gonna rip in 8 places and you have no other way to describe it. 

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[deathonyourtongue]

Sanguine Nocturnus | 1

Summary: Even after 2000 years, the world can still surprise you. Pairing: AU!Henry Cavill x OFC Word Count: 2K Warnings: It’s a vampire fic. Death. Blood. Gore. Sex. Horror. Not for the kiddies or the squeamish. I mean it. A/N : I know I said I’d wait. But y’all have been clamoring...

Death has a way of manipulating time. Moments meant to go slowly end in a blink, while junctures that ought to speed past, linger like dew on the vine...

Carla Montanari stared at her mother’s corpse, waiting for her to move. Waiting for the only family she’d ever had to open her eyes and say it was all a joke. Her mother had always had a cutting sense of humor; no topic was off-limits, and as she aged, death was a favored punchline. Now, it seemed, her mother had pulled off the ultimate prank, though Carla failed to see the humor in it.

The mortician had done an excellent job all things considered, but Carla could still pick out the differences between the body that lay at the altar of Saint Vincent’s and the one she had grown up with. A jaw that had been given too much lift, makeup that was a shade or two darker than what her mother normally wore, wrinkles that had disappeared when her face had been sewn back together. She’d been told she was lucky to get an open-casket service at all, given how much trauma her mother had suffered, as if it were some sort of consolation prize.

Looking behind her, Carla did a headcount of those in attendance, smiling softly when she saw that her mother’s bingo group were all in attendance, each woman donning their Sunday best in order to pay their respects. What her mother lacked in family, she’d more than made up for in friends who were all cut from the same cloth. Good, salt-of-the-earth people. Carla had always envied how easily her mother made friends, how she could chat up anyone, no matter how different their background and find something in common. It was a skill she hadn’t passed down, leaving her daughter to carve out a small handful of friends who were more acquaintances than anything else. 

Crossing herself, Carla took a deep breath, looked down at her mother once more, and finally leaned down to kiss the cold, clammy skin of her forehead, doing her best to ignore the faint waft of formaldehyde that filled the casket. A solitary white rose tucked beneath her mother’s hands was Carla’s final act before turning away. 

Time blinked, and she found herself seated across from her mother’s lawyer, a slab of mahogany separating them, the coffee she’d been offered growing cold as the AC hit it from overhead.

“I suppose we can do away with formality, since it’s just you,” the older man said, his smile tight and distant. Carla nodded, feeling as though the man wanted to be done so he could attend to other, more important, matters. 

“Your mother left all her possessions and accounts to you, no surprise there. She gifted her friends each an item from her apparently extensive purse collection, so we’ll facilitate that for you. The accounts are all in order, and what isn’t used to pay off her final bills, will be transferred to your account by the end of the month. Lastly, there’s the matter of the inheritance. This may be news to you, but your grandmother set up an inheritance in your name when you were born. Initially, it was meant to pay for college, but when you got your full ride, your mother decided to keep it going until her passing. Her hope was to give you a nice nest egg for retirement, or your first house...something to that effect.” 

Carla looked down at the document, counting and recounting the total in disbelief. Her mother had always been terrible at keeping secrets, having given away things to her friends that had mortified Carla when she was younger. 

Guess you were better at it than I thought.

Inhaling deeply, Carla sat back in her chair, hoping the meeting was over. The quicker she could get out into the fresh air, the better off she’d be. 

“There’s one more thing,” her mother’s lawyer said, keeping Carla rooted to her seat even as the muscles in her legs twitched in readiness to stand up. “Your mother wanted to ensure you were aware of the fact that you have legal claim to Italian citizenship, if you should ever choose to take it. They call it Jure Sanguinis; Right of Blood. The process can be expedited, given that you’re only second generation American. Sign here and we can get it in motion for you.” 

Carla signed blindly, eyes unblinking as she tried to process the information. Her mother had always been a planner, but had never once mentioned so much as a will to Carla. Now, seeing everything packaged up so neatly, her mind spun wildly.

“Think you know a person…” She muttered mostly to herself, the lawyer giving her another one of his performative smiles, his eyes going to his watch for what must have been the tenth time in as many minutes. 

Leaving the office with a folder and the untouched coffee, Carla couldn’t help but feel time begin to crawl, reinforcing the feelings of numbness and solitude that would haunt her for weeks to come.

Working steps from Wall Street had its perks. Tips were usually far more generous than in other parts of town, fights were rare, and drunk girls crying over their shitty boyfriends were nonexistent. None of that made it any easier, however. Frat boys turned into day traders, socialites grew even more entitled as their brunches turned into botox appointments, and there was never a shortage of patronizing stares for those that had to actually work for a living. For Carla, navigating the catcalls, one-liners, and straight-up sexual misconduct was easy enough; it was the entitlement that never failed to get under her skin. 

“Um, hello? Waitress? This is wrong. I asked for a Negroni.” Looking up, Carla swept her long black hair over her shoulder as she processed the words that were spoken. Having decided to keep living life as though things hadn’t irrevocably changed, Carla was doing her best to ignore the stress that had been slowly creeping higher and higher each day. Busy nights at the bar were proving the worst, with Carla coming through the door at the end of her shift ready to rant about the night to her mother, only to find the place pin-drop silent and utterly empty. 

Looking down at the drink, Carla gazed back up at the woman with the blond, news anchor hair and cocked her head to the side in confusion. 

“That is a Negroni.” 

“Uh,” the woman snorted in disbelief, “no it’s not. Remake it, and do it right this time.” 

“This is a Negroni. One part gin, sweet vermouth, and Campari each, with a peel of lemon.” The woman laughed condescendingly and Carla could feel her patience start to disappear. 

“No, a Negroni, if you knew anything about bartending--which you clearly don’t--is made with Rye and dry vermouth.”

“Lady, I make at least ten of these a night. I work six nights a week. You’re the first, and only, person to ever tell me it’s wrong. You’re thinking of an Old Pal, and I’d be more than happy to make that for you, but this? This is a Negroni, which is what you asked for.”

“Fine, we’ll see about that.” The woman huffed, her manicured hand slicing through the air in a dismissive motion. 

“That’ll be $10.99.”

“Absolutely NOT! I’m not paying for your mistake. Make it again, make it right, and make it now!” The woman crowed, her hair imobile as she shook her head, looking for all the world like Carla had slapped her.

“It’s a different drink. You paid for a Negroni, you got a Negroni. You want an Old Pal, you pay for an Old Pal.” Carla replied, crossing her arms over her chest as she waited for the woman to make up her mind. 

The alcohol burned Carla’s eyes and she stumbled back in shock, moving towards the large sink she knew was behind her on pure instinct. Washing her face to get as much of the cocktail off as she could, she knew she’d reached her breaking point. 

Any other time and she’d have brushed it off, had security kick the woman out and gone about her night. Now? She’d had enough. Moving slowly to the back, Carla took off her apron, hung it up next to her coworkers’ and slipped out the back door. 

Nearly sprinting the whole way home, it was only as she stepped through the door of her apartment that the tears came unbidden. Sliding down the wall, Carla cried for the first time since her mother’s passing. 

The next morning, after calling in her notice, Carla allowed herself a day to simply be. To scream, to cry, to let out all the emotions that had befallen her since answering the phone that fateful night and hearing that her mother had died in such a vicious and preventable way. She let rage fill every vein as she thought about how the person who hit her hadn’t even bothered to stay at the scene. She lamented every missed moment, every fight, every what-if. Finally, she curled up in her mother’s robe, and cried herself to sleep.

Knowing she couldn’t handle another day at a bar like the one on Wall Street, catering to bratty adults who’d never been told no a day in their lives, Carla began leaning more and more towards escaping it all. Her now-empty apartment, her routine assortment of familiar faces (none of whom had even bothered to call and offer condolences), and more than anything, the city itself; all of it seemed worthless and foreign without her mother’s smiling face. As she sat and scrolled through picture after picture on her phone, the promise of a new life in Italy seemed more feasible, and more and more necessary.

On day three, after a day spent mostly in bed, dreaming about the possibilities of what life could bring now that she was committed to leaving, Carla put in a call to the lawyer, vaguely remembering the document she’d signed. There was nothing but relief when she was told they were simply waiting for a few more documents to finalize it all. 

With the foundation for her new life in place, Carla began to flesh out the bones, focusing her research on where to live, and who was hiring. Though the inheritance was enough to live comfortably for several years, Carla didn’t want to squander it. Moreover, she still wanted to work and feel useful in some way; early retirement could wait.

While she was spoilt for choice when it came to renting, a job was harder to come by. Carla started her search with the lofty goal of finding something where she could put her history degree to good use; a research assistant, a curator, hell, a tour guide. When it became clear that her lack of experience was a hurdle she wouldn’t be able to cross so easily, Carla reluctantly turned to what she knew. 

Weeks went by like thick molasses as she looked at bar after bar, finding that they either weren’t hiring, or looked like the kind of place people went into and never came out of. Her options were narrow to start with, since Carla had her heart set on Rome, the need to entrench herself in one of the world’s oldest cities, one she couldn’t possibly ignore. With each day that passed, she felt her dream beginning to slip away. Carla was nothing if not tenacious, one of the few traits she’d shared with her mother, and despite feeling discouraged at her prospects, she kept looking.

Finally, as the clock nearly ran out on her deadline to provide proof of employment, Carla found the perfect spot. Though the bar catered to a higher-end clientele, gone were the stockbrokers and lawyers, and in their place, a younger, cooler set. Attracted to the dark, almost feral, atmosphere the bar promised in its advertising, Carla applied, crossing her fingers in the hopes that they’d call. 

She was still browsing the site when her phone rang and the owner greeted her in a thick, Italian accent. Breezing through the interview questions, Carla’s eyes roved over the pictures of all the beautiful people that frequented the night spot, pulled in by how effortlessly cool each of them looked. With the promise to call her by the end of the week to confirm the position, the owner ended the call, and it was all Carla could do not to jump for joy. 

Flopping back on the bed, she couldn’t help but let herself feel true happiness, happiness which she’d unconsciously been denying herself while she mourned her mother’s death. Though she’d been dealt a life-changing blow, Carla felt as though, slowly but surely, time was going back to its usual pace, and her life was taking a turn for the better. 

With a smile from ear to ear, she sat back up and emailed the lawyer, confirming she’d gotten a job, an apartment, and a plane ticket to Rome. As the message zipped away and the window closed, Carla found her eyes drawn back to the website, and her new place of employment. 

Romulus

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Bah Humbug

Summary: There’s pros and cons to every holiday... Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader Word Count: 600  Warnings: Fluff. A/N: So this one stemmed from this post, and from @cleodoramer​ requesting it. 😜

“Eggnog tastes like vomit, pine smells like medicine, and christmas songs are the dregs of the music industry. I can go on…” You offer, crossing your arms over your chest as you watch Henry fuss with the tree. 

“Hot chocolate with little marshmallows, a sleigh ride through the snow, tobogganing, kisses under the mistletoe,” He counters, smirking over his shoulder at you as you take a sip of your wine.

“Sugar coma, stepping in horse shit, hitting a rock and going flying, being stuck under the mistletoe with your uncle Fred.” This time, Henry winces a bit, picturing the image of being stuck under the mistletoe with someone less than desirable all too easily. 

“Christmas dinner, opening presents, ice skating!” It’s now become a competition, and Henry turns his full attention to you as he pours himself a drink of spiked cider, eyes narrowed playfully. 

“Food coma, pretending to be excited about gray socks, concussions,” you deadpan, giving him an eat-shit grin before changing over the music from Mariah to something a little more your taste, namely the certain skeleton singing about the holiday. 

Henry changes it back almost as fast, Wham starting up as he walks towards you, mischief in his eyes. 

“We had your holiday, missy, and I don’t recall sulking in the corner wearing a Santa hat,” he chides gently, leaning over and meeting your gaze for a moment before pressing a flurry of kisses to your face and neck, his stubble tickling you and finally making your crack a genuine smile. 

“Seriously, you can’t hate Christmas that much, can you?” Henry sinks down a little when your fingers find the base of his neck, playing in his curls, and scratching the spot gently. 

“Oh, I can, and I do,” you joke, your own kisses to his face making it clear that while you’re not exactly a fan of the holiday, you can appreciate the time together and his enthusiasm for the holiday. 

“Snowball fights. Warm apple pie. Snuggling under a big blanket while watching Krampus?”

“Now you’re speaking my language,” you grin, pulling him down so that his full weight is on you, your arms coming around for the tightest hug you can manage. 

“I’m just glad you’re home and that we’re together. Nothing else really matters, even if you insist on celebrating Sky Daddy’s not-birthday.” 

The sound Henry makes causes you to snort out a laugh, and you can’t help but smile as you feel his shoulders shake as he tries to hold back his own laughter.

“Spoken like a true Ice Queen,” he wheezes before dissolving into a fit of giggles that can’t be contained.

“You take that back! I’m the queen of fire and brimstone! GET. IT. RIGHT!!” You call out, each word emphasized by a barely-there smack to Henry’s backside, your attempts at corporal punishment half-hearted at best as he starts tickling your sides, the two of you flopping over on the couch in a fit of laughter so intense that it leaves the two of you out of breath when it finally ends. 

Henry’s eyes are soft, his eyelashes spidered on account of the tears of mirth that he’s only just wiped away as he looks lovingly at you. You meet his gaze, your own heart fit to burst. 

“Merry Christmas, darling,” he whispers, one hand cupping your face while the other reaches behind you, wedging between your body and the couch awkwardly.

“Merry Chri--did you stash those all over the house, Cavill?” You ask, your love-filled speech cut short as you realize he’s pulled mistletoe out from behind you. 

“Maaaybe…”

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Pablo "Who Gave my Kid Caffeine?" Schreiber

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The Look of Love

Summary: You catch Henry gazing at you after a run. Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader  Word Count: 1K Warnings: Nothing but fluff. A/N : This came from an idea that @speakerforthedead0​ had, based on the cover picture, and I just ran with it. It was too cute not to write.

For a Saturday, your schedule was pretty full. While most weekends, you tended to let the sun wake you, this weekend, you and Henry had planned to spend the day exploring the countryside and enjoying the last of the warm weather. 

Before any of that could be done however, you and he had to clean the house and, in Henry’s case, go for a run. Cardio was something you generally left to him, as you preferred getting your exercise on a bike, or at even slower speeds while walking Kal.

As you watched Henry get ready for his run however, something in you guided you to your feet. Without a word, you changed into leggings, a sports bra and a tank top. When he noticed, Henry cocked his head to the side, watching silently, confused to say the least.

“Are you…?” He asked as he watched you fit your ponytail through one of his baseball caps, adjusting the snaps until the hat sat snug on your head.

“Coming with? Yeah. I wanna see how I fare. Can’t promise I won’t die, but I wanna give it a go.”

Henry had always been bad at hiding his excitement, and when he heard you confirm his suspicions, it was all he could do not to jump for joy. Grinning ear to ear, he waited for you to finish getting ready before taking your hand and practically sprinting for the door. 

His excitement caused your own smile to grow, and any trepidation you had about not enjoying the experience began to fly out the window; no matter what happened, you were with Henry and that in and of itself was a joy. 

Running through the country lended itself to a slower pace, and both of you stopped once or twice to gaze over the sloping hills or, in your case, to pet a curious highland cow that had wandered away from the herd.

Despite the the clouds playing peekaboo with the sun, it wasn’t long before you felt sweat trickle down your back, and looking over, found that despite his propensity to become a wet mop when working out, Henry looked like he was just on a walk to the corner store; untouched, unbothered, smiling brightly.

“How are you not sweating?” You laughed, shaking your head as you geared up for the next hill, hoping you were nearly at the turnaround point, if only for the sake of your lungs.

“I do this every day, love. This is only day one for you! And, well, there’s a breeze!” That deep, warm chuckle of his sent your heart into overdrive and made you temporarily forget how much you were struggling.

Cresting the hill, you couldn’t help but give a little jump of elation when Henry began turning around, knowing that the way back was mostly downhill and would be far easier. As before, you took in the scenery, stopping this time only to watch Henry expertly guide a sheep back through a fence that had fallen over and right it again in order to keep the animal from escaping once more. Though you tried your best to keep the thoughts from your mind, you couldn’t help but picture what life might be like once the two of you were a little older and had time to actually build a life together, somewhere similarly peaceful and untouched by modernity.

Though covered in sweat by the time you reached home, there was no denying you felt accomplished, and in another move that surprised Henry, you decided to take Kal out while he showered first, still vibrating with endorphins and excited that you’d actually managed the whole course.

Kal was quick and you made it back inside just in time to catch Henry coming out of the shower, towel slung low around his hips. Dumbstruck for a moment, it took your stomach rumbling to spurn you back into reality, remembering the rest of the day’s plans. Pausing for a kiss, you scurried to the shower, still energized, and looking forward to the rest of the day.

You didn’t notice Henry sitting on the bed when you got out, focused on getting dressed so that the two of you could finally get out for breakfast and more importantly, coffee. When you finally did see him, it was a fleeting glance as you put your shirt on, but it very quickly turned into a longer look. Wearing a simple gray t-shirt and jeans, his hair still damp from his shower, Henry sat with his hands clasped at his knees, patiently waiting. 

It was the look on his face that caught your attention however. Lovestruck was putting it mildly. Eyes soft, the blue orbs caught the light just so and helped illuminate the tender smile that crossed his face. With one curl hanging over his eyebrow, he was the picture of a man who was head-over-heels in love, and it made your heart skip a beat. 

Zipping up your pants, you mirrored his smile and padded over, smoothing his hair back as you took a seat in his lap. 

“What’s that look for, babe?” You asked softly, amazed when the only change to Henry’s expression was his eyes shifting up to look at your own. 

“I’m so proud of you. And I’m thrilled you came with me this morning.” He murmured with conviction, his smile growing even softer as he wrapped his arms around you gently. 

“I love you so much,” he added after a moment, his voice nearly a whisper as one hand slipped up to cup your cheek. 

“I love you more,” you countered, finally breaking his expression into a comical and heart-warming pout.

“Impossible!” He said as he shook his head, his face too adorable to resist. Before you knew it, you were kissing his pursed lips, melting when Henry quickly turned it from a light-hearted peck to a proper, breath-taking affair.

“I love you to the moon and back,” you whispered, feeling your heart fit to burst as you curled up in Henry’s embrace, nuzzling into the crook of his neck and knowing you were the luckiest woman on earth. 

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Proud of You

Summary: Your hard work doesn’t go unnoticed. Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader Word Count: 815  Warnings: Fluff. A/N: Requested by the lovely @fuckoffbard​! 💜

There were times when the universe aligned for the sole purpose of fucking with your life. At least that’s what it felt like as you re-read the email your boss had sent before effectively disappearing for three weeks to some sun-soaked island, not caring that you were already going to school part-time to get your Masters, and that sleep was something humans needed in order to live.

You felt your heart drop as you read the words over, knowing it was a nearly-impossible task, given your attention to detail and the exacting standards you placed upon yourself. There was no way you could do an entire marketing proposal in a week while researching for your Management Development group project, the first part of which, was due in two days. 

Blowing a puff of air out from deep within your lungs, you opened a fresh page in your notebook and started on a plan. Since the first part of the project was due first, you bullet-pointed all the information you needed to research. With that out of the way, you jotted down the key concepts of the marketing proposal, and set those aside. Next came all the fine-tuned details for each, allowing yourself to get a better frame of reference for how long it would take. Finally, with bullet points in hand, you cracked your books and got to work. 

The world ceased to exist as you studied, your hands flying over the keyboard as you copied parts of the texts and lectures that would be most beneficial to your part of the project. Though time moved on around you, all you could see was your screen. With every muscle tensed and your headphones blasting high-tempo music to keep you motivated, you didn’t hear the sound of the front door being unlocked, two distinct footsteps coming in, or even groceries being set on the counter. 

“JESUS MARY JOSEPH FUCK!!!” You screamed as you felt a pair of warm hands on your shoulders, your headphones flying across the room and your laptop thankfully dumped onto the couch beside you as you jumped out of your seat to face whomever it was.

Henry stood, eyes wide and hands in the air, a smile that verged on a grimace spread across his face. You placed a hand over your sternum, exhaling slowly as you confirmed it was only him.

“Hello, sweetheart. I’m sorry I scared you. Didn’t realize you were deep in it,” he apologized, your heart slowly stopping its thudding as you moved to sit back down, accepting a tender kiss from him as recompense. You held onto his face for a moment, stroking his five-o’clock shadow and allowing yourself a small break despite the looming deadlines. 

Henry’s smile was sweet and understanding when you finally let him go, your eyes going back to your work as he padded to the kitchen, intent on making dinner. After a while, he returned, a plate in each hand, and the two of you ate side by side in amicable silence, him watching TV with the volume turned down, you eating and working at the same time. 

When you finally finished some three hours later and got up to shower, Henry hung back, curious about what had you so laser-focused. His eyes glanced over your notebook, eyebrows going up when he realized how tight your deadlines were. The checklist came next, and he couldn’t help his beaming grin when he saw every item checked off, and a few checked off the next list as well. Finally, he flipped through your textbooks, finding the amount of information you were having to take in overwhelming and awe-inspiring. 

After making sure everything was saved and shut down correctly on your laptop, Henry finished cleaning and headed up to bed, already under the covers by the time you let the steam out of the bathroom. Exhausted, you practically face-planted the bed, managing a tired smile as Henry immediately pulled you close, cocooning you in his arms and smoothing your still-wet hair back off your forehead. 

“Thank you for making dinner,” you murmured, your voice muffled by the crook of Henry’s neck as you settled in, finding the perfect spot as you did most nights.

“You’re welcome. It was the least I could do given how hard you were working. I have to say, I took a gander at what you had blinders on for tonight and I was blown away.” 

You looked up, half-expecting him to say something witty about your classwork, or the project your boss had given you, but instead, you simply found those earnest blue eyes gazing down at you and that gentle smile that always melted your heart. 

“I’m so proud of you,” Henry added after a moment, his expression one of genuine admiration and love, his voice full of conviction. The look made your heart clench and you reacted the only way you knew how; by burying your face in his chest and kissing just over his heart, your cheeks burning as you smiled ear to ear.

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Sanguine Nocturnus | 5

Summary: Even after 2000 years, the world can still surprise you. Pairing: AU!Henry Cavill x OFC Word Count: 2.7K Warnings: It’s a vampire fic. Death. Blood. Gore. Sex. Horror. Not for the kiddies or the squeamish. I mean it. A/N : Sorry this took so long. Hope y’all enjoy it!!

The night was cool, despite the sun’s remnants still radiating from the cobblestone roads like a thin blanket, the heat spreading up Henry’s legs as he and Vinicius made their way to a matte black Ashton Martin Vanquish, the car looking as though it had just rolled out of the dealership.

“Spending wisely, I see,” Henry smiled, taking in the car with an appreciation he shared with most mortal men. While it wasn’t a sturdy black stallion, it would certainly do the trick.

“It was a birthday present from Lucy, I had no say in the matter.” Vinicius answered with an equally cheeky grin, unlocking the car with a push of a button, the engine roaring to life simultaneously. It was only once the doors opened that Henry noticed Gregory sitting in the back seat, looking around anxiously, like a junkie looking for a fix.

“I’m afraid he’s still famished. Nearly emptied the vaults of A+, and yet he’s still ready to bite the first thing that moves,” Vinicius explained, nodding towards Gregory, who barely acknowledged him before turning in his seat to look over his shoulder, watching for anything that could pass as food.

“So m’lord, tonight we go hunting for your first real meal!” Vinicius announced as he looked through the rear-view mirror at Gregory.

“I’ve hunted before,” Gregory replied in a defensive, whiny tone, his gaze showing his confusion. In that moment, Henry read the young vampire’s thoughts and had to discreetly move his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing. Hunting, for Gregory, had consisted of going to a nightclub and picking up the most self-conscious girl there. Their new elder hadn’t even bothered to try and pose her in a way that would keep the Carabinieri from asking questions. It was amateur at best, and Henry was certain Gregory’s victim hadn’t gone to her death in ecstasy. 

“Not the proper way. Not even close,” Henry smirked, sharing a knowing grin with Vinicius as the Vanquish sprinted out of the city center, heading North towards the vineyards.

Once clear of the light pollution, Vinicius eased his foot off the accelerator, preferring to take the two-lane roads at a more leisurely pace, something which, judging from how fidgety he was being, was pure torture for Gregory. 

“What have you lined up for us tonight, oh Master of Feasts?” Henry joked as Vinicius began to look around, watching as much for buildings as he was for the road. It didn’t take long for him to find the farmhouse, the small amount of light coming from the dwelling's windows confirming that it was a family owned vineyard they would be enjoying. Henry could hardly keep the grin off his face.

“Lesson number one, Gregory. If you are going to feed on a human, do so with discretion. Pick wisely, and choose only the sweetest of bloodlines.” Henry explained as they veered off the road and onto a gravel laneway.

“And never drink them dry. That’s the easiest way of getting ill.” Vinicius added, glaring jokingly at Henry, both having gone through the undead equivalent of the stomach flu when they were newly-turned. 

As Vinicius pressed a button on the dash, Henry heard a sudden whoosh of air spill from the tire in front of him. Briefly shocked, his smile grew into one of awe and mischief as he realized why Vinicius had kept such a present.

“You fiend! What else does this contraption do?” Henry laughed, knowing that they now had a verifiable excuse to ask for aid. Shaking his head, he could only chuckle as the car came to a slow stop and Vinicius cut the engine.

“We have a flat. Come on boys, it looks like there’s help just up the drive,” Vinicius smirked, motioning for the other two vampires to follow him.

Vinicius exhaled deeply, invigorated by the fresh blood he’d just pulled from the now-limp girl in his lap. Looking around, he found their new Elder still suckling from a hearty old man—the owner of the vineyard—and Henry looking down at the seemingly-sleeping form of the wife that he’d just drunk from.

With a sharp look to his oldest friend, Vinicius pointed out Gregory’s quickly-approaching error. Eyes narrowed, Henry waited until the last possible moment before sweeping in and yanking the man’s body out of Gregory’s grip, a move which was met with understandable hostility and a hiss of aggression. 

“I wasn’t finished!” Gregory lamented, standing and wobbling a bit as the blood coursed through his veins, shooting straight up to his head. 

“You would have been if you’d kept drinking any longer,” Henry answered, shaking his head. “If you’re lucky, you’ll get a stomach ache. If you’d kept on and tried to drink her dry, you might very well find yourself in the ground next to her…permanently.” He explained. No vampire to his knowledge had ever tried to drain a meal, but the warning had been there as long as he’d been a creature of the night, and Henry wasn’t about to take the risk of finding out when the vampire in question was the head of the Roman coven. 

“Good stock.” Henry commended Vinicius on his choice of victims, both men ignoring Gregory’s silent thoughts regarding how they could wipe out an entire family so easily. It was natural for a young vampire, especially one thrust into such an important position, to question the nature of how they came about their food. While many newly-turned preferred to stick with the donation system, those born before the 1900’s were accustomed to feeding from the source. It was imperative for Gregory to become accustomed to both, especially since he would be parlaying with the heads of other covens, most of whom expected the luxury of a fresh meal whenever meetings were held or visits were made. Though it was still too early to tell, Henry didn’t foresee Gregory’s initial reaction being any sort of hindrance to his rule. 

“Dessert is back at the house, so if you two don’t mind, we’ll be on our way.” Vinicius announced, getting up and all but throwing the poor girl to the ground, stepping over her as one would step over litter on a sidewalk as he made his way to the front door.

Gregory's fidgeting only increased on the way home, his mind filtering through both Vinicius and Henry at the speed of sound, most of them relating to food or his fear of being prosecuted for murder. The two older vampires smiled, both restraining their laughter at the new vampire's paranoia and hunger.

"Don't worry. We're untouchable." Henry smirked, allowing the thought to filter into Gregory’s mind so subtly that it would seem like his own idea. He watched in the fold-down mirror as their new Elder’s anxiety diminished, allowing him to slump back against the seat and actually relax for a moment.

Almost as soon as they arrived, Gregory was accosted by no less than six coven members, all of them offering their fealty in the form of gifts, all of them desperate to get on their new Elder’s good side, lest they incur his wrath. In a flash, he was being made comfortable; fresh blood, warmed to perfection, a luxuriant housecoat and the finest tobacco. Like any new child in a household, he was being spoiled, something which would only make Henry’s job of teaching him that much harder. It was bad enough he had to walk a newly-formed vampire through the ways of his new life; to do it with one who would be ruling over all of Italy for the next 100 years would be near-torture. 

The older he grew, the less patience he had for new vampires. Though he did his best to stay in tune with society and culture as it progressed at faster and faster speeds, having to put up with the endless questions, insatiable hunger, and now the endless fixation for social media would be trying for even the most saintly person. It was one of the many reasons he could never be convinced to sire his own fledglings. 

Finding the whole scene distasteful and feeling a touch jealous of the boy, Henry turned on his heel and headed back out into the night, his mind venturing back to a time not long after his own immortal birth, when he was still ravenous and wild.

Four years had simultaneously been an eternity and a single moment. Through it all, his hunger had never abated. Romans who dared live in the darker recesses, or outside the city gates knew to fear the creature that came unbidden in the night. The one who left nothing but terror and blood in his wake. Prayers were useless, as were offerings. Even sacrifices to the gods did nothing to keep him at bay. 

The hunger ruled his every waking hour and removed any notion of sanity, allowing him to commit unspeakable atrocities to anyone unfortunate enough to be in the domos he entered. He drank five to seven bodies’ worth a night, sometimes more if any of them were particularly small. Man, woman, child; It made no difference. They were all massacred, left in pieces, ripped limb from limb in his blind need for satiation. 

When the high of drinking his fill wore off--and it wore off quickly--Herminius inevitably found himself sickened by what he’d done. Many tears were shed over the corpses of those he’d sent to Charon, a litany of apologies whispered over bits of hair and skin before the hunger invariably took over once more, the ache in his belly unquellable.

Night after night, he scoured his birthplace, looking for those who were already near death’s door, those too feeble to cause a scene when his teeth sank into their flesh. More often than not, their blood did little to satisfy, and he would be forced to find a family of young, healthy, Romans to feast upon. It was a vicious, never-ending cycle that Herminius thought would be nearly impossible to break. At his most desperate, he attempted to end his existence, but not a single method he attempted did anything other than temporarily open his immortal vessel. 

When it became clear that Rome was no longer a safe haven, Herminius wormed his way into the hull of a ship heading for Alexandria. By the time it reached the Pearl of the Mediterranean, he was the sole inhabitant of the vessel. Though he’d learned some restraint on the voyage, being in a new city seemed only to amplify his need for blood.

Herminius had only been in Alexandria a few nights when Caesar’s men--his former brothers--set the port alight, maligning any chance of him returning to his beloved Rome without further risk to his life. His maker had only taught him one lesson, and it was one which made travel nearly impossible for one such as himself:

The sun is your death. 

Homesick and famished, Herminius watched as the library of the great jewel burned along with the port, the vast knowledge turned to mere ash by the carelessness of men he’d once fought alongside of. He wondered if any of his brothers had given any thought to what they were doing or, if like him, they’d thrown themselves headlong into the task with blind fury. Though they were now two very different animals, seeing the glee on their faces eased his guilt some; at the base level, all people were bloodthirsty creatures.

His hunger eased some that night at hearing the cries of anguish from learned men who were forced to watch as their life’s work disappeared before their eyes. By the time the fire was extinguished, nearly half the library had been engulfed, tiny scraps of papyrus floating through the air like the snow in Gaul that had so marveled some of his brothers.

He drank from only one soul that night, that of a young prostitute. Unlike the madness of meals past, where anger and desire coursed through him in equal measure, this time, Herminius sought only to drink and enjoy the nubile woman beneath him. For the first time, he heard the sweet music of pleasure come from his prey, her body writhing, begging him for more. Piercing her neck with his teeth as he pierced her core with his cock, Herminius made the girl sing. Her slim figure trembled in his arms as he slowly drank, fingers pressing her down until he felt the familiar ripple of delight sprint its way up her back. 

She took no note of the blood streaming down her neck as he moved his lips down to her small breast, nipping gently until he found the perfect place once more. Sinking his teeth in brought another moan from the girl, Herminius smiling as he drank what little there was left of her. Her final breath came as he spilled his impotent seed, unlatching from her breast just as she went limp in his arms. 

Setting the girl down, Herminius covered her and quietly slipped out the window, feeling solace for the first time since he himself was bitten.

A few patrons still lingered at Romulus when he entered, and though it was accidental, Henry couldn’t help but feel some satisfaction when his scowl had them all scampering for their belongings, not one of them making eye contact as they headed for the door. 

“Wow, you sure know how to clear a room,” the bartender smirked as she dried a row of shot glasses, unphased by her other customers’ quick exits. 

“It’s a gift,” Henry murmured, taking a seat in front of her, still feeling the barbs of anger pushing into every fiber of his being. 

“Long night?” She asked, ducking her head a bit to try and catch his gaze. Henry finally looked up, feeling the edge begin to dull on his mood as he was met with a warm, open smile. 

“You could say that. Glass of the old stuff with a splash of bourbon, if you please,” Henry requested, jerking his chin towards the wall behind her, pointing at the bottles of Sanguinem that held a place of high regard among the other booze.

“You and your buddies are real fond of this stuff, huh? I’m not sure I get the appeal,” Carla chuckled, shaking her head as she got everything ready to go. 

“There’s a certain…generation of us that grew up having sips of it. It became an old habit.” Henry explained, giving her a wink, his smile growing as he saw a blush flood Carla’s cheeks.

He fell silent as he watched her prepare the drink, intrigued when Carla took a shot of the sanguinem before looking over her ingredients. Eyes narrowed, she chose carefully. Henry was hooked as he watched her light a few Cloves until they smoked, quickly turning what he assumed would be his glass over the smoldering herb and a sprig of Thyme before allowing the glass to cloud with the white plume. In her shaker, she put the sanguinem and his requested shot of bourbon, sprinkling cinnamon on top before shaking it up, knowing better than to add ice, as she’d yet to see any of the patrons who ordered it ask for it on the rocks. Finally, she turned the glass over, quickly pouring the drink into it and trapping the smoke in amongst the alcohol. 

“I present to you, the Caligula. Get it, ‘cause the sanguinem tastes like blood?” She beamed, taking a joking bow before watching Henry take his first sip. 

Before he could even let the liquid touch his tongue, the scene brought him back to the Rome of old, Henry’s eyes closing of their own volition as he drank. Savoring it, he did his best not to swoon, memories of meals past coming back as though he’d just finished them, the flavor bringing back with it memories that actually made him smile. 

When he finally came to, Henry’s expression had softened into one of wonder and appreciation. Staring into Carla’s eyes, he felt something he had felt in ages; attraction. Without allowing his mind to crawl into the decrepit place it usually went when it came to any sort of relationship outside of friendship, Henry let his mouth and heart do the work. 

“Carla,” he read her name tag, “my name is Henry, and you, bellissima, have just created the only way I’ll take this drink for the rest of my life.”

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