Tumgik
#henry cavill drabble
cottontears · 1 year
Note
Hi! Hi! Cotton! How are you babe? Sooooo…… Ive had this little fantasy in my head i would like to see you put to words in the way you do (i love your writing <3) Henry Cavill, but plot twist! Hes your college history teacher! You call him sir! And reader has a praise kink, with some orgasm denial, overstim, and size difference (from the kink roulette). I will absolutely adore it if you would write this! if not no worries! ily 🫶🏻
teacher’s pet~
ೃ⁀➷ college professor henry cavill x student afab ! reader
ೃ⁀➷ word count: 2.2k+
ೃ⁀➷ a/n: hi babe! i am doing meh rn, i think i have strep throat, anywayyyy....i loved your fantasy and i enjoyed putting it into writing, i hope it was what you were looking for. i am loving all the henry cavill requests!!! not proofread
ೃ⁀➷ warnings: stalking, teacher- student, dry humping, p in v sex, praise kink, cunnilingus, innocent virgin reader, orgasm denial, overstimulation, SIR KINK
ೃ⁀➷ please reblog & leave a comment with your thoughts 🫶🏻
╰➤ linktree ╰➤ pinterest╰➤ requests open check rules
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
you had a tiny little crush on your professor. not that you were any different from the rest of the students in his class. professor cavill had every eye on him since the moment he walked into class. everybody wanted to fuck him. no one ever did.
there were rumors he was gay, as he showed no interest in girls, but he also showed no interest in men. so you tried to make do with your unrequited love.
you had a ridiculous schoolgirl crush on him.
every girl would race to sit in the front row, you were happy to stare at him from a distance.
your friends would make lewd jokes about professor henry.
and you would blush and squirm, not really comfortable with the way they talked about him. jealous, possessive.
your thoughts strayed as you walked through the campus, short plaid skirt swaying in the wind.
you slammed into a tall, hard, beefy man, his huge hands went to your waist to keep you from falling.
“careful there sweetheart.” his voice was gruff and familiar.
“yes sir, i’m sorry.” you looked up through your eyelashes at him, his eyes crinkled, never straying from yours, his lips twitched and he pinched your chin with his thumb and index finger, eyes never straying from yours.
he let go and brushed the hair from your face before turning around and sauntering off. his thick legs moving with surprising grace for someone his size.
you stared shell-shocked at his retreating back.
your friends squealed around you.
“he definitely wants to fuck you!”
“BYE! he totally wants to fuck your sweet unpopped cherry!”
“stop it! he can hear” you protested.
“he will definitely split you in two, have you seen the size of him? god, that’s hot babe!”
you groaned in irritation trying to walk away, but they chased after you.
“he definitely has a thing for your innocent virgin thing.”
“it’s always the innocent angels who are the dirtiest cock sluts.”
“you are such a BITCH!” you could not help but laugh at your friends’ teasing. you knew they were playing around, they loved to tease you, blood would rush to your face and your skin would darken. but it was all in good faith, this incident would be forgotten by tomorrow.
— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
the incident was in fact, not forgotten by the next day, girls shot you looks and some of your classmates teased you.
“i bet that's how you get straight a’s! damn! fucking professor cavill, i am green with envy.”
you scoffed with humor. “shhh!!! he’s going to come soon!”
“yeah! in you!”
when henry entered a hush spread around the room.
“now what is all this ruckus about?” he raised a thick brow, eyes boring into you.
“nothing sir!” you balked.
he hummed, staring at you for a second before getting on with his lesson.
— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
henry used all his willpower to keep his gaze from your frame.
you had always been in the periphery of his vision in the past but yesterday when your smaller frame bumped into him he took notice.
he could not help himself, hands touching you lovingly. you. his student.
your wide eyes, plaid skirt and white top, a knee-length sock with a pair of huge white sneakers.
you did not seem to care that much about your outfits, not making a statement, just preoccupied with other things. like your lap. which was really frustrating on his part. why did you not look at him? you took notes diligently. eyes staring at the projector and back at your notes, never on him.
your shyness piqued his interest. he got through the lecture on muscle memory. his eyes flickering to you from time to time. he had an obsessive audience, he wasn’t dumb, he had graduated summa cum laude, top of his class. so he knew to control himself during class.
before or after class, however…
— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
you had a stalker. your core clenched with sensations you had only read about in your romance books. you had never experienced the desperate pounding ache that professor cavill made you feel deep in the apex of your thighs.
you made eye contact with him again however many times this week in the campus café, and your thighs clenched with need. you ordered your sugary drink, paid, and waited with anxious trepidation at having his eyes on you. you hurried out once you got the drink. you had to do something about him, it was wrong.
well….. maybe it wasn’t personal, why would you ever think that he would be stalking you? it could be an unlikely string of coincidences that led him to every place you were on campus, it was as if he had learned your schedule. that made you feel dangerous things, delicious taboo thoughts about your professor who was likely more than half your age older than you. you walked through the campus, sipping your sweet drink.
— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
the stalking was getting out of hand. you needed to do something about it. your pussy wept and clenched and you did not know what to do with all the needy sensations that made you look at your pillow and want to hump it silly.
you knocked on his office.
“come in.”
“mr. cavill,” you entered his cozy office, it had wooden floors leather couches, and huge shelves overfilled with books. and a slightly messy desk where he sat on an expensive-looking chair.
“yes?” he looked up at you with his blue eyes. soft in a way you had never seen them.
you froze not knowing what to do now.
he cocked his head. “what is it, sweetheart?”
“don’t you think it’s inappropriate to call a student that?”
“do you not like it?” he frowned.
“that- that’s not the point!” you felt your face heat. you pressed your thighs together.
he chuckled, “look at you, you are downright squirming. do you think i would risk my career for any student?”
“no?”
“no.” he confirmed. “come here.”
he was taking a huge risk, but your dilated pupils and heaving chest told him the results would be enjoyable.
“where?” your voice was meek.
his grin was machiavellian and your cunt was aching with need, you walked toward him, sliding one leg over his lap and resting your core against his hard bulge.
you moaned at the contact against your pussy covered by thin drenched panties, your plaid skirt fluttering around you.
his big hands went to your ass and he pressed your hips down.
you mewled.
“this feels so good sir.” you moaned. “i’ve never felt anything like this.”
he groaned, “fuck…don’t tell me your sweet little pussy has not been fucked before?”
the friction was so good, your pussy lips split open, the bulge of his hardness rubbing against your aching, puffy, swollen clit. your hips jerked and spasmed.
“so needy… look at you, humping my lap like a needy bunny. are you a needy bunny, baby? do you touch yourself?”
“n-no!”
he hummed, pleased “good, that means i will be the first to make you cum, and i won’t stop until you are a crying mess. office hours are over and we have all the time in the world. take your panties off sweetheart and get back on my lap.” you obeyed, the cool office air on your sensitive pussy made you clench. he reached for the panties, you stared at him as he smelt them before pocketing them
the texture of his pants was heavenly against your bare pussy. nothing restricting your movements. the texture was rough against your sensitive cunt, harsh and punishing and exquisite.
your pussy gushed, making a mess of his pants, but you did not care, too busy chasing that build-up of pleasure to think or be embarrassed about the mess you were making.
you rutted against him almost at the peak, when he stopped you with his hands.
“i changed my mind, i want you to cum on my dick,”
you whined in protest, hips jerking softly, but it was futile.
you were smaller than him, his large thick frame contrasting yours. he stood up, and carried you with him, one arm wrapped under your ass, the other swiping all the contents of his desk to the floor with a loud crash.
he sat you on the desk and knelt in between your open legs. “look at me, kneeling for you. you think i would kneel for just any pretty girl? no. i do not. ever since i crashed into you my thoughts have not strayed from your pretty innocent eyes. from your thighs, that skirt, i want to fuck you in nothing but that skirt.”you moaned, pussy bursting with arousal, he leaned his head on your inner thigh, eyes taking in your glistening, dripping cunt, he slid a finger in between your wet folds, splitting you open, rubbing the tip of his finger against your clit. your hips chased the friction.
“you are such a good girl, taking attentive notes and every assignment you turn in done so carefully. you want to please me don’t you, sweetheart? you want to be a good girl? well, you are. never been touched. have you been waiting for me, sweetheart?”
“yes- yes sir!” you whined.
“good, girl,” he looked up at you and damn you if it wasn’t the most beautiful sight you had ever seen. he split you open with his tongue and you yelped at the foreign deliciousness of his tongue on your pussy.
he kissed and nipped softly, devouring you like a man starved. this time you felt the pressure build easily, faster, but once again he stopped, and it was agonizing, you felt your walls pound with need ache.
this time it was his fingers which split you open and you were so sensitive you could not help the tears that escaped the corner of your eyes.
“look at you, a whiny, needy, whimpering mess. so sensitive. never been touched huh? well you are doing so good. my good girl. bet you will become all cock drunk when i fuck your little pussy. but i have to get you all nice and wet and ready for my cock, so it doesn’t hurt my favorite student. my dick is already hard because of your delicious sounds baby girl, i can’t wait to get my dick inside you.” his fingers pumped in and out of you, your body spasming with overstimulation.
“please sir!” you whined and cried out at your over sensitive pussy being teased. you needed release fast, and you needed him to stop his movements, but if he stopped you were positive you would meltdown from deprivation. “please!” your syllables dragged out.
you looked so pathetic and needy he decided to take pity on you. swirling his thumb on your clit. “just a little longer, alright? i want your first orgasm to be on my cock!”
“please sir!” this time your voice cracked.
“come on sweetheart, you are doing such a good job, you are so good, my pretty girl, so perfect.”
he stood up, his hips aligning with yours, your trembling hands reached to unbuckle his belt, he let you struggle through it, watching with fond eyes as your frustrated fingers worked his belt, his pants, then his boxers, his large angry cock springing free. it was so beautiful you wrapped your fingers around it, pumping it experimentally. he groaned out and bucked into your hand. you looked up at him through your lashes, silently voicing s question he answered with a smile. you aligned his dick with your cunt, hips canting to fit him in.
he was so big he stretched you open, your cherry popping burned but it could have been worse had he not made you all wet snd ready. henry gripped your hips and sank fully into you, both of you moaning at the sensation of your tight cunt being stretched by him. he was so big by comparison it made you so needy. you bucked your hips, encouraging him to move, and move he did.
rutting into you with all his strength, those muscles were not just for eye candy after all…
your body spasmed with each thrust and it wasn’t long before your pussy clenched him and the pressure in hour core built and built until burst, making you bite his shoulder to keep from screaming at your first orgasm, hands scratching his back.
he groaned as you squeezed his cock, hips pumping fast, this time chasing his own pleasure, it hurt so good, you were so sensitive but you did not want to stop. the best you could do was cry and slide your hands to his waist, pulling him to you with each thrust.
it wasn’t long before he followed after you cum filling you and dripping down where you joined. he joined your foreheads together and with the last last pumps of his hips wipe the sweaty tendrils of hair from your forehead, kiss your nose, and tell you how good you were, how good you felt. you were his good girl. the ultimate teacher’s pet.
6K notes · View notes
princessaxoxo · 6 months
Text
Shower Fun
Tumblr media
Minors Dni
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only, dom!henry, unprotected sex (p in v), cussing
Tumblr media
The bathroom is covered in steam, the air is thick, and your mirror and shower glass are foggy. Henry is caressing your tongue with his while rubbing your ass gently before giving you a small smack. His cock is upright, begging for attention; you can feel it on your stomach. You start to pump him up and down, slowly torturing him just as he does you. He pulled away for a moment, looking down at you with a darkened glint in his eyes. “On your knees now,” he commanded, and you happily did as told.
He slapped the side of your face with his cock, then your mouth, signaling you to open. “Now suck like a good slut,” grabbing him by the base of his cock and putting him in your mouth, trying to fit all of him in your mouth before pulling back and repeating the action over again. He grabbed a fistful of your wet hair, making you gag on him in a faster motion.
Water ran down your face as you looked up at him through your lashes, your eyes burning red as little tears started to form. The roots of your hair are beginning to hurt from his tight hold. “You’ll swallow every ounce of me down that pretty throat of yours”, “Yes, sir,” you replied, complying with him. You kept a hold on his muscular thighs, keeping yourself steady.
Henry grabbed you, picking you up with your thighs close to your face. He entered you roughly; this position allowed him to go deeper. You felt his thick cock stretch out your pussy; he groaned, “Your sweet pussy is so tight” as you squeezed around him.
His pounding on you is relentless, going deeper each time. Your arms were around his neck, holding onto him. You felt his cock hit your G-spot repeatedly, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
You were breathless but a moaning mess all at the same time. "Henry," you couldn’t even finish your words as he picked up his pace, the skin-to-skin sounds becoming louder. You could feel his balls hitting your ass; your thighs starting to shake in his hold told him that you were close to your orgasm.
“You aren’t going to cum until I say you can,” he said seriously. Trying to hold back was hell. Especially with how he was fucking you. His grunts started to become louder, his breathing uneven, his arms becoming shaky. “You’re going to be filled with me, and you’ll like it,” he then shot into you, filling you to the brim. You could feel some of his seed going down your leg. He ran two of his fingers through your folds, mixing both of your juices. Afterward, he brought the fingers to your mouth for you to suck.
You did. Henry grabbed your jaw to open wide, spitting in your mouth for you to swallow. Turning you around against his chest, he rubbed your sensitive clit furiously. He gave you permission for your orgasm, and you were sure the neighbors heard how loud you were when you finally came undone.
710 notes · View notes
imyourbratzdoll · 1 year
Note
Short shy reader with Husband!Henry, keeps teasing about their height difference, He loves when reader's face turn red when He teases her because it's so adorable
I hope you like it
summary - your giant of a husband loves to tease you because of how tiny you are.
the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Henry walks into the room with a smirk when he notices you. He saunters closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning down to place a kiss on the top of your head. “Well, good morning. My tiny little wife.” He chuckles as you whack his arms, turning a bright red.
“Henry! My god, do you have to mention how tiny I am compared to you all the time?” You spin around in his arms, snuggling into his large form. Practically being swallowed by how giant he is, “Why are you always so warm?” You mumble, burying yourself deeper into him, your eyes fluttering closed as you breathe in his woodsy scent. 
Henry chuckles as you squeal. He lifts you and carries you over to the couch. “Because you are tiny, my love. So small and adorable, I could put you in my pocket and keep you with me forever.” He pinches your cheeks, smiling as your cheeks turn pink, trying to hide your face back into his muscular chest. “I’m also your personal heater, tiny.”
Your head lifts as you glare at him. He continues to smile, leaning forward and gently kissing your lips. Your cheeks turn a cherry red at his affection before your eyes flutter closed, and the two of you continue to kiss. He pulls back and cups your cheek, staring intensely into your eyes. “I love you, and all of the teasing is because of how much I’m in love with you, my little munchkin.”
You blush again, smiling shyly before placing a soft kiss on his nose. “I love you too, my giant bear.”
Tumblr media
thank you for reading!
feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.
3K notes · View notes
justjams2003 · 9 months
Text
Cuddles for Breakfast
Happy father’s day, and to all those without fathers I hope you make the best of this day. This is here for a little celebration!
Pairing: Henry Cavill x wife!reader
Summary: You and your daughter surprise Henry for father’s day.
Warnings: None, just fluff.
Word count: 562
Tumblr media
Her name is Sophia, it seemed so obvious when you held her in your hands for the first time. Henry agreed instantly. It was just something in her violently curly black hair and a button nose that just screamed Sophia. And before you knew she’s already three years old.  
She’s grown up to be a confident little girl. Like said, she has Henry’s unruly black curls and his intense blue eyes. But your husband swears up and down that she has your attitude. A sharp tongue and even wiser than anyone outside your family would know.  
“How do you feel, pretty girl?” You ask, watching as she analysis the hairdo you had done for her. “It’s perfect, Mommy.” Her eyes shine bright and she flashes you a smile directly stolen from your husband. You can’t help yourself and pepper kisses all over her little face. Watching her little button nose scrunch up.  
A giggle pours out of the bathroom before you press your finger against your lip. “Shh, my smart girl, you’re gonna’ wake Papa up.” You wink at her as her eyes grow big and she shakes her head. Then you scoop her up and place her on your hip.  
“Are you going to carry the presents, while Moma brings the food?” You explain, watching when you put her down and she pets Kal, who absolutely adores her. She mumbles an agreement and grabs the present. She scolds ever so slightly when he almost makes her trip.  
You give her the go-ahead when you finally reach the bedroom. Both of you seem to stop and admire him sleeping so peacefully. His broad form takes up most of the bed. His chest rise and fall and his own curls splayed across his cushion and forehead.  
That is quickly interrupted by Soph running and jumping on the bed. “Papa, papa! Wake up, wake up!” She screams with glee, seeing out so much to this. Since you told her what you were planning, she’s been ‘planning’ with you.  
Now, finally, that the time has come she is just bouncing with excitement. Henry’s blue eyes snap open, thinking the worst before seeing his little girl beam down at him. His hands reach up and grab her, also peppering her with kisses.  
“Good morning, my two most special girls.” He beams at you, gently grabbing your arm after you place the breakfast tray in his lap. Placing affable kissing on your wrist. “And why am I being so spoiled this morning?” He asks little Sophia, pulling her close into his side.  
“Happy Father’s Day, papa!” she grins handing him her present package. He can already feel the tears forming. He never thought that this would happen. That he would be in such a position to have two of his own beautiful girls pampering him.  
“Really?” He canvases your facial expression, still struggling to believe that this is his life. “Yes, papa. Open your present.” His little girl answers for you and he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to say no. He does as instructed, cooing and praising Sophia for her many Father’s Day paintings and drawings, all covered with glitter of course.  
Then he pulls out the new Warhammer painting set, limited edition, you got him and a fancy bottle of decades-old Bourbon. And after that, he shares his breakfast and cuddles his girls close.  
705 notes · View notes
fantasiesinflight · 1 year
Text
Scrub Daddy - Henry Cavill x Reader
Word Count: >500
Note: Just a quick drabble I thought up, I don't know how to explain what it is cause I got the idea while cleaning. No Warnings needed, just hinted Daddy kink I guess. I don't know, enjoy the random things that pop into my mind.
Tumblr media
“Okay, so on the list I have: milk, eggs, steak, bread…”
Henry continues to list off everything we have added to the shopping list so far while I finish up cleaning the kitchen. I look around for the sponge that I use to clean the sink but can’t find it. I look for extras under the sink, but none there either,
“Huh… oh yeah.” I mumble to myself as I remember that I used the last one already when I did a deep clean a couple of weeks ago. 
“I need a scrub daddy.” call out to Henry for him to put on the list.
Henry doesn’t say anything and I just figure he is busy writing it on the list with other things. I grab something else to use to finish cleaning. The next thing I know, Henry is tossing me over his shoulder and carrying me out the kitchen, 
“Henry! What are you doing?!” I call out with a laugh.
“Well, you said you needed a scrub, then called me “daddy.” Didn’t know you had that in you baby but I’m not against it. And I’m never going to pass up the chance of helping my baby get all clean. Though I’d rather get you dirty, much more fun. But we can make this just as fun.”
I let out a sigh, pinching his butt, “I was talking about the sponge brand Henry. I was not calling you Daddy. Though according to the internet you scream Daddy vibes, and I can see it.”
He lets out a deep, rumbling laugh, “I know, but this is the more exciting response,” he says, smacking my ass, “now shush, Daddy is going to take care of his baby. Get you all nice and clean then dirty you up again.”
678 notes · View notes
Note
all I want in life is to straddle Henry’s glorious thighs and kiss, lick and bite every inch of his beautiful skin… I also really wanna kiss his lil butt chin 🥹 *sigh*
Tumblr media
Love Bite
Summary: It was just a little love bite. Who knew Henry could be so dramatic?
Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader
Warnings: RPF, mostly fluff with a hint of sexual undertones, kissing, licking, biting, minor cursing at the end, major pouting from Henry, overall playfulness and cute couple moment- Let me know if I forgot anything!
Word Count: 500ish
Any typos are my own!
A/N: Yesss, I want to nibble on him so bad 🤭
******
Henry chuckled as you peppered kisses all over his face. No part of him was safe from your lips. His cheeks, nose, forehead, even his ears. All of him got smooches from you.
And he was loving the affection. Leaning his head back, he sighed as you left sweet little kisses over his chest and neck. You licked at his Adam’s Apple, making him hum. His hands skated their way up your sides, sneaking a feel of your curves as you straddled him.
“You’re awfully loveable.” He observed, his tongue coming out to lick his bottom lip.
“Don’t you like my kisses? I can stop.” You tilted your head, pulling away with a smirk. His eyes snapped open. 
“No! No. I mean it’s nice. Don’t stop.” He grinned up at you, putting on the good boy act so you would continue.
You raised a brow playfully before you dived back into his neck. Henry moaned as you left love bites up his throat. Your tongue wandered along his jawline before you tenderly kissed the cleft in his chin. 
You bite your lip. What a cute feature of his. You loved his butt chin. It made you want to…
“Ow! Hey!” Henry yelped when you dug your teeth into his chin.
You pulled back, snickering when you saw his wide eyes. He was flabbergasted as he held his hand to his face. His expression was enough to make you giggle uncontrollably.
“You bit me!” He gasped, watching you laugh at his ‘pain’.
“I’m sorry! I couldn’t resist.” You chuckled. 
“That hurt. You actually bit me.” He huffed as he lowered his hand. A tiny indent of your teeth marked his flesh.
“I didn’t bite you that hard. Love bites like all the rest.” You rolled your eyes with a smile, as he pouted up at you. “I’m sorry.” 
Your grumpy puppy was not having it. 
“That was not a love bite.” He crossed his arms, and you pressed your lips into a thin line to stop your grin. He was really trying to sell it, huh?
You played along, setting your hands on his arms. “Henry, baby? I’m sorry.”
He didn’t uncross them, still staring at you with those shining baby blues. 
“Oh, I’m so sorry, honey.” You cooed, knowing exactly what he was trying to get with those puppy dog eyes. 
Grabbing his cheeks, you started smothering him with your kisses again. His pout lifted into a grin immediately after getting what he wanted. His hands came back to rest on your hips as you gave his chin extra attention.
“I’m so, so sorry, my darling.” You gushed as Henry snickered, his eyes crinkling happily.
“You’re not sorry.” He smirked, squeezing your rear end.
You hummed, working on sucking a mark onto his collarbone. “You’re right. I’m not. I’d bite that butt chin again, given another chance.”
“You’ve gone feral.” Henry grunted, shaking his head as you chomped your teeth. He smacked your bum with his hand, making you squeal and start giggling again. He smiled back at you.
“Keep biting me and see what happens. Maybe I’ll leave my teeth marks behind on your cute arse.”
****** Taglist: @sunshine-with-daisy @leigh70 @islacharlotte @lysarria @kebabgirl67 @pandaxnienke @identity2212 @fvckinghenrycavill
2K notes · View notes
geekwritersworld · 1 year
Text
BEARS AND BABIES
Tumblr media
pairing: Henry Cavill x y/n (gender is specified only in a few places)
Warnings: fluff, a breakdown of sorts
summary: as stated in the request.
A/n: so i received this request months ago. I only got to work on it now since I moved to another continent, basically, for uni. This was my first time moving away from my parents and adjusting to life in Germany, so it took me a while to get back on my feet. But I'm here now :)
Feedback, reblogs and comments are more than appreciated, it keeps ya writer motivated💛
Henry had been travelling quite bit for the last few months- venturing beyond his comfort zone, auditioning for roles he wouldn't normally do.
There were other projects, besides acting, he was working on that he was incredibly enthusiastic about. Which meant that Henry was spending time away from home quiet often recently.
While this was great for him, it did mean leaving his partner and child behind often.
That being difficult as it was, you then suggested that he take Kal with him so he atleast had someone while you had your daughter to keep you company.
Henry had insisted on leaving Kal with you and your daughter to protect you, but you insisted otherwise.
Emerson, your 2 year old daughter, was not very happy about this decision.
Henry had been gone for about a month and half. The first night spent without Henry and Kal, Emerson waddled around Kals bed and wailed. And when you picked her up to take her upto bed, she wailed louder and continued throughout the night.
With her eyes red and her nose dripping, she fell asleep sniffling, cuddled into your side while whispered that her father and Kal would be home soon.
You hoped she would feel better the next morning, but you could not have been more wrong. When she woke up the next morning- much before you that is, she began wiggling around on Henry's side, then she looked around the room and saw Kals bed near the dresser.
You woke up panicking, hearing your daughter wailing at the top of her lungs and immediately reaching to protect her before you realized she was trying to get off the bed.
So you groggily pushed the covers off of yourself and then proceeded to pick her up and walked towards where she had her eyes fixed.
You sighed when you realized she'd been crying over Kal this whole time.
You playfully gasped making her big watery blue eyes turn to you- her lips wobbling.
"You don't miss daddy? Just Kal?" You were pretty sure she didn't hear anything else you said besides Kal because at the mention of his name she began wailing once more.
Sighing, you cradled her and rocked back and forth hoping to calm her down.
Walking out of your room and into the kitchen, you quickly shifted Kals bed out of the kitchen with your foot when Emerson busied herself with sniffling in your neck.
"Let's have some breakfast, shall we?" Placing her on the counter, you moved towards the cabinets; intending to make pancakes.
The bowls and ingredients for your breakfast were set out on the countertop and you handed Emerson a wooden spoon to fascinate herself with; leaving you with some time to whip up the batter.
Your phone rung as the batter hit the pan making you curse at the timing of it all.
Your phone continued to ring while you made sure everything was fine with the pancake and quickly went over to where your phone buzzed.
"Look who it is!" you showed Emerson, your wide eyes emitting giggles from the little girl.
"Hi darling!" Henry's voice echoed through the phone and he smiled at the sight of the toddler's flour covered cheeks and giggles.
"would like to say hi to Kal-" before you could stop Henry, Emerson was already pouting with her eyes watering at the mention of the fluffy bear.
"Henry" you whined, setting the phone down and picking up your daughter; cradling her, explaining everything to Henry in a hushed voice.
"hang on" he raised his brows "she's crying for Kal but not for-"
"nope" you looked at him sympathetically.
Henry shook his head, smiling a little "well that's brilliant"
Cooing to her, you rocked side to side and looked back at the screen "Well no mention of the Akita till the two of you are back"
Nodding, you and Henry continued your conversation while the pancakes were devoured by the two of you, before eventually having to end the call when Henry was called back on set.
Distracting Emerson long enough to forget about Kal for a bit you placed her on the mat on the floor letting her fiddle with her big building blocks.
Smiling at the plastic block tower your daughter was creating you looked at your phone realizing it was already mid afternoon. So you left Emerson on the mat with her toys and decided to prepare lunch whilst cleaning up a little; peering into the living room every few minutes to make sure your daughter was alright.
The next morning you woke up to the doorbell ringing. At least it's not Emerson crying you thought. Sighing and glancing at your tiny toddler sleeping soundly on Henry's side of the bed- you pushed the covers off and hurried down the stairs, not wanting the person to ring the doorbell again; waking your daughter.
Upon hearing the click of the door as you opened it, you looked up to see a delivery person standing there.
You didn't order anything, maybe Henry had before leaving and it got here now? Confused; you asked him "Are you sure you have the right house?"
Re-checking he said "yup, says your address right here" he showed you.
Nodding, you took the package from him and signed the paper. Thanking him and closing the door, you carried the box over to the couch and put it down.
Getting a pair of scissors to open up the box, you hurried, knowing Emerson could wake at any moment and you were rather curious to get a look at the contents of the box and see what needed to be done further.
Neatly cutting through the transparent tape and opening the box, you saw something in protected in a plastic cover. So you pulled it out and cut open the packaging further.
Realizing it was a stuffed toy of some sort, it dawned on you, placing the toy down you grabbed the cardboard box it had come in and looked inside " ah! I knew it!" You muttered under your breath, picking up the folded paper from inside.
You recognized your husbands handwriting immediately, though you didn't need any further confirmation after seeing the stuffed toy identical to Kal.
Opening up the paper, your eyes observed the content.
"Darling, considering our daughter seems to miss the bear more than her own father, and seeing that she wasn't making it any easier for you with me being gone, I had a few friends work on getting a stuffed bear replicating Kal for the little one to keep her company while Kal isn't around. Please don't tell me off tonight on facetime :) Our daughter's unmissed father, Henry"
Chuckling at Henry's dramatic note, you placed it down and picked up the stuffed toy and headed upstairs to give it to your daughter.
You knew Henry wasn't actually hurt about Emerson only crying for Kal. Henry understood the bond the little girl had with the American Akita, that's not to say Emerson didn't miss her father, she did of course, but she took comfort in her mother being around. It was the same if you weren't around but Henry was, she would be alright as long as she had one of her parents there.
Pushing open the door of your room, you smiled kindly at the sight of your tiny two year old daughter curled up snug against Henry's pillow and the other pillows you had put around her to keep her from tumbling off the bed in her sleep.
The room was silent besides the sound of Emersons soft sighs.
Placing the stuffed bear next to Emerson, you decided to lay down for a while whilst waiting for your daughter to wake.
You fluttered your eyes open to the sound of excited squeals-knowing your daughter had spotted the plushie.
Before you could fully turn to look at her you felt the impact of her elbow on your chest as she fell right on you holding the soft toy version of Kal.
"oh hmpf-" You squinted looking down at your daughter. "KAL!" she screamed, her mouth right next to your ear.
Quickly moving into a sitting position, you gently moved your daughter and rubbed your ear before reaching for your phone.
Smiling and quickly typing Henry a message, you decided it was time to get out pf bed and get on with your day.
Picking up Emerson you put her in her playpen, making sure she was safe and secure and couldn't get out and hurt herself, you padded back to your room and got into the shower.
Your muscles relaxed as soon as the hot water slipped down your skin, and you let out an audible sigh, feeling refreshed. You made sure to be quick and 10 mins later turned the knob the other way and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around yourself.
Once you'd put your clothes on, you immediately headed to Emerson's room to check up on her and make sure she was alright.
She was, as you'd guessed, busy with her stuffie.
You were grateful that Henry had sent her the toy, you for one would've never thought of it, and secondly, it kept your daughter busy which gave you more than enough time to get things done around the house without having to constantly carry Emerson around.
Pushing the last box into the shelf, you pushed your hair out of your face walked to Emerson's room when you heard your phone ring.
"hii baby" you cooed at your daughter while picking up your phone to look at the caller ID "look who it is!"
"DADA!" Emerson giggled reaching for the phone in your hand when your husbands face appeared on the phone.
Pressing on the answer tab, you let your daughter grab the phone " Hi sweetheart!" you couldn't help laughing at Emerson holding the phone in a way that Henry's view was his daughters nostrils.
Gently you pried the phone from her hands "hi bear" you feigned annoyance.
"no wait, I thought you read the letter"
you kept up the façade "oh I read the letter"
"Yeah bu- Hang on you're taking the piss out of me aren't ya?" Henry shook his head, smiling.
Letting out a laugh you nodded.
"Considering she had the fluff Kal's ear in her mouth i assume she's fond of it?" Henry asked.
"fond of it would be an understatement" you glanced at Emerson sitting with the bear on her lap.
"Oh and Hen, did you get the chance to look at the email i sent you?"
"Email? Love you know you can text me right" your husband teased.
You rolled your eyes "I know"
"Hang on, I'll check it now." you watched Henry tap away on his laptop screen with the phone set beside the laptop.
You followed his eyes scanning the email you sent him last night, waiting for him to react.
His brows furrowed "hang on, there's a picture" your heart raced.
Few seconds of silence later, Henry looked at you through the screen, his eyes wide.
Henry's voice was heavy, trying to process everything "Y/n, You're pregnant? we're having twins?"
Nodding tearfully, you said "I didn't realize I could possibly be pregnant up until 2 weeks ago"
When you'd started to feel nauseous more often than normal, you suspected you could possibly be pregnant. Henry had been gone for a month and half, the night before he left those 7 weeks ago you probably wouldn't ever forget.
However you were confused why it took you more than a month to realize you could possibly be pregnant, only for your doctor to confirm how normal it was to realize that you were carrying only a month or more into the pregnancy.
"Holy shit" Henry let out a breath, "twins" Henry was overjoyed, he couldn't be more excited about the addition to their little family.
But it overwhelmed him that he couldn't be there with you in person. He immediately began stressing about the fact that you were home alone with Emerson whilst being pregnant with twins.
He knew if he voiced his concern to you, you would play it off pretending you were perfectly fine. But your deepening eyebags, and dulling smile hadn't gone unnoticed by him. He noticed the way you constantly lost your train of thought, you'd phase out mid conversation, more often than normal that is.
Henry noticed the way you avoided answering his questions of how you were doing by immediately telling him of something cute Emerson had done the day before.
Moreover he hated that he couldn't do much about it so far away from you.
Henry and you spoke for a little while longer, mostly it was both of you practically bubbling with happiness about the news.
Once Henry had finished speaking with you, he immediately began typing out a message to a different contact.
The sun was beginning to rise as the wheels of the plane touched the ground.
The American Akita wagged his tail as he climbed down the stairs of the plane into the cool humid London air.
On the drive home, Kal rested his head on Henry's lap, while Henry looked out the window everything passing by.
He hoped he'd be able to convince you, considering you told him you'd taken time off of work, perhaps, you would agree.
When he finally saw the house in view, he thanked and paid the driver before getting out and grabbing his stuff.
It was almost 6 am; doubting you'd be awake, he pulled out the keys and quietly unlocked the door.
"alright boy, you have to be really quiet" Henry pet Kal's head who then quietly pattered to the couch.
Henry was exhausted, deciding since there was still time for you to wake up, he'd take a nap in the guest room.
He moved to the room, shutting the door behind him, he let out a sigh of relief when his head hit the pillow. Before long he'd dozed off.
When he woke sometime later, he worried that he may have woken too late when he heard his daughter crying upstairs and you trying to calm her down, so he decided to help out a little.
You couldn't understand why your little one kept crying and wouldn't stop. She'd been crying for almost 15 full minutes and you were on the verge of tearing up yourself.
Your head felt heavy and your eyes burned, you put Emerson down, which made her wail louder but you still heard it.
"I think I can help"
Whipping around, you broke down. Maybe it was the exhaustion of the last few weeks, or maybe it was the overwhelm of the new changes, or it was just the hormones, you didn't know what it was, but you couldn't hold back the tears anymore.
Henry moved towards you, picked up Emerson who calmed down at the sight of her father, and hugged you tight. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you wept.
"crap I don't know how you're home so early but I don't care either" your voice muffled was through your sobs, but Henry heard you perfectly and chuckled.
"I'm gonna put you down for a minute sweetheart"
"wha-oh" you realized Henry was talking to your daughter.
Putting Emerson on the bed, Henry quickly called for Kal who came into the room wagging his tail, and paused to look at Henry and you when he neared the bed where Emerson was trying to get down to get to Kal.
"You can get on the bed this once bear" Henry nodded at the Akita who immediately occupied the 2 year old's attention.
Turning his complete focus on you , Henry hugged you again, wrapping one arm around your waist and the other he placed on the back of your head, holding you against him.
He knew you hated crying which meant that now that you had calmed down a little you would try to pull away from him. Henry decided that later on he'd trying to talk to you about everything, for now however, he'd try to take your mind off of everything.
"Darling?" he said, still holding you, now the two of you were swaying a little, while Emerson giggled with Kal behind you.
"hm"
"You think we can name on of the twins Geralt?"
768 notes · View notes
fallenangelkitten · 8 months
Text
Rose Tinted Glasses
Tumblr media
Synopsis: Henry consoles you while you get emotional reading your favorite book.
Warnings: so fluffy, crying, sappy, cute, emotional
Note: This ones short but it’s so so sweet :3 it really gets me in my feeling because I get this way SO much. Currently with Jujutsu Kaisen. Especially with From Blood and Ash.
Tumblr media
You clutched a hand to your heart, fingers gripping at the fabric of your shirt. A gasp left your lips as you choked down a sob. Your hands went limp and the book you once held fell to your lap. Your heart stung as much as your eyes as tears pricked and threatened to spill over. You sniffled and blushed as you caught Henry’s look of concern from across the living room.
He had been working on reassembling a helmet for his bike on the couch, a tray for eating pulled in front of his lap to work on. You had tried to convince him to just go out to his workshop, but he insisted on staying with you. He knew how enthralled you were with that damn book. Though his stubbornness agitated you, you couldn’t help but feel that clench in your chest.
“Don’t look at me like that,” you said, brows furrowing.
“Like what?” He questioned, that playful look in his eye apparent, informing you just how much he was teasing you.
You went to say something but another sob caught in your throat. He had dropped everything and made it to you before you even realized the tears had started to fall. He took you in his arms, brushing the hair from your face and wiping the tears away. “It’s okay, (Y/N). It’s okay,” he cooed as he stroked your hair, his teasing gone.
“God, this is so embarrassing,” you grumbled, burrowing your tear stained face into his chest.
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, love. It’s admirable,” he kissed the top of your head. You lifted your eyes to his, confusion igniting them. He elaborated, “The way you fully throw yourself into a book- giving it your all. All of you; every feeling. It’s beautiful.”
With your emotions already hanging off a cliff, his words caused you to only cry more. “E-Even when it’s physical? When I feel like puking for days from nausea and sadness?”
“Yes, even then,” he chucked. “You quite literally mourn the ending of a book. But considering you act out every little line, I can see why,” embarrassment flooded your cheeks again.
“I, um, didn’t think you noticed that.”
He leaned down to lightly kiss your lips, his hand cupping your cheek causing you to lean into it. “I notice everything about you,” you could feel his breath against your lips and his hand drawing circles against your stomach. A shiver ran through your spine, as it always did around him, but no matter how often it happened, it was always a shock. “And every little thing only makes me love you more.”
Tumblr media
112 notes · View notes
Note
Follow-up ask for the raccoon bite headcanon
NSFW image under the cut😆
Tumblr media
okay, i've let this cook for way too long 😂
silly something (smut but not really) under the cut. I haven't written in so long, this probably sucks😂😭
Continuation of this and this.
I'm so sorry 😂😂
Not beta’d, written at 10pm. If there are typos, just ignore them
*ding*
Mikey's phone goes off. He looks around the lecture hall, to see if anyone had heard the notification. No one was looking. Luckily.
Sweetcheeks: hey puppy🥰
When he doesn't answer, sends a picture, more specifically, a selfie of herself in a perfect black smokey eye.
Mike: babeee im in a lectureee
Sweetcheeks: 😈
Sweetcheeks: i have a surpriseee
Mike: caaan't. Important lecture...😩
But Mikey's girlfriend doesn't care. She sends another picture. Of herself. In black lace lingerie.
Sweetcheeks: come homeee
Mikey's face flushes. Blood rushing to two places. His face and well...
He packs up his things and hurries out the lecture hall. He walks across campus, almost running.
Sweetcheeks: im waiting😇
Mike starts walking even faster.
Finally, he reaches his dorm. He opens the door and enters... His childhood bedroom? Weird. But his brain doesn't get enough blood right now to think properly.
And there she is, lying on his bed.
"Hey, puppy," sweetcheeks beams at him.
Fuck, she looks so hot. In her makeup and that lingerie. He hadn't noticed it in the pictures, but she's also wearing a collar and cute little cat ears.
"You like it?" she asks innocently, almost pouting at him.
"I... Uhh..." Mike stammers, looking at his girlfriend. How'd she know he wanted her to dress up like that for ages?
She pats the bed, smiling and as if in a trance, he walks over.
He looks at her, almost drooling. Fuck, she looks so fucking hot. His cock twitches in his jeans when he sees the black tip of a tail peek out from behind her thigh.
She pats the bed again, and he sits next to her. Grinning, she starts crawling towards him, kissing him once she reaches him. She kisses her way down to his neck. Slowly, her kisses turn into little nibbles. She playfully bites his earlobe, and he grabs a handful of her ass. He takes hold of her tail and pulls it, just a little bit so he could see.
It's not fully black...
And her ears aren't cat ears, he notices...
Raccoon...
It's a raccoon tail plug.
"What's wrong, puppy?" she whispers sweetly. She smiles at him. He feels her hands on him still and looks down. They look like raccoon paws!
---------------------------------------
Mike wakes up, bathed in sweat. Horrible, horrible nightmare. He looks around his bedroom. His childhood bedroom. Right... He was hole for summer break.
He sees sweetcheeks sleeping next to him on her side, facing away from him, wearing one of his old t-shirts. No lingerie in sight. But he has to be sure.
As quietly as he can, he searches his room for any suspicious boxes that could store this horrible costume. There's nothing in his closet. Nothing under his desk. Nothing in sweetcheeks' drawer in his dresser. Finally, he looks under the bed. He finds a box and opens it. The black plastic bag he finds inside looks suspicious, so he can't help but open it.
What he finds inside makes his blood run cold.
It's the ears, tail plug, along with the ears.
"Nooooooo!"
"Mike! Are you insane?! It's 3am!" sweetcheeks sleepily hisses from the bed, rubbing her eyes and glaring at her boyfriend. And snuggled in her arm is Bandit.
Bandit. Truly a bandit. Stole his girlfriend now. How he hated this trash panda.
Mikey screams again, waking the whole house.
81 notes · View notes
cavill83 · 2 years
Text
𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒚 ✧ 𝒂. 𝒘.
Tumblr media
you must not have dozed off for twenty minutes after a restless night, to say the least. next to you there is august, always restless. it’s the first time you’re sleeping with him, as in staying the night and actually sleeping.
he doesn’t stop moving. he turns to one side, turns to the other, lies face down and belly up. no position feels comfortable enough for him.
poor thing.
you know who he is and you know what he does, so that must be why he has such a hard time sleeping: a stunned mind must be exhausting. seeing him so tired and stressed during the day breaks your heart, but you’re completely surrendered to him, so you don’t care that he uses you to release any building tension.
it’s been so long surviving on crumbs that receiving the invitation to spend the night with him makes you feel truly loved, it’s sad. if only he would let you love him the way you do.
“aug,” you whisper. “i’m here.”
he opens his eyes briefly, and lets you guide him to you. he lays his head on your chest, and holds you tight, as if he doesn’t want you to go.
it hurts to be so close to him, yet so far away. you know you have only one use to him. you know you’re just an easy fuck to him, but you love him. you love him so much.
in just a few minutes, he stops moving and falls into a deep sleep with the vibrations of your heart - the one that remains faithfully intact, no matter how hard he’s tried to break it.
711 notes · View notes
drewharrisonwriter · 7 months
Note
Hi so i'm very curious how do you think hank's family took the news of them finally getting together as a couple??
Ohhhh this is a good one!!!
Consider this a drabble for Donor. This scenario most certainly happened after the spicy events of Part 3. LOL
Tumblr media
Henry's family greeted the news of your relationship with a chorus of laughter and cheers, his brothers joining in with their trademark lively banter. 
"Finally!" they exclaimed in unison, raising their glasses in mock celebration during a raucous moment at their father's birthday party a couple of months later.
Charlie leaned over to his older sibling, a shit-eating grin on his face. "Mate, we were beginning to wonder if you'd ever come to your senses."
Henry rolled his eyes with an exaggerated sigh, his lips curving into a playful smile. "Oh please, like any of you have room to talk. Charlie, you once dated a professional cheese taster!"
Charlie chuckled, not denying the accusation. "Hey, you can't put a price on good taste."
"And I suppose a knack for cheese critiques runs in the family, huh?" you chimed in, your tone playfully teasing.
Laughter erupted around the table, and Henry's other brothers, Piers, Niki, and Simon, joined in. "Well, if that's the case, I guess I should consider myself lucky that my last girlfriend was a pastry chef!" Simon quipped.
Henry shook his head in mock exasperation, his laughter blending with the others. "You lot are ridiculous. But yes, it took us a while to figure things out."
His mother, having overheard the exchange, leaned in with a knowing smile. "Oh, Hank, don't act like you weren't always smitten with Y/N. We could all see it."
Henry's cheeks flushed slightly, and he shot you an affectionate look. "Well, I can't argue with that."
"You two do look quite cozy together," his father added with a wink. "And if my old eyes aren't failing me, I'd say there's something more than friendship there."
Piers, the eldest of the bunch, raised his glass. "To Hank and Y/N – the slowest burn in history!"
“Twenty-fucking years in the making!” Niki added.
Laughter and clinking glasses filled the air, and you shared a glance with Henry, your heart warmed by the camaraderie of his family. It was clear that their easy banter and teasing were all signs of their genuine happiness for the two of you.
Hope you liked it!!!
If you want me to write more drabbles about Hank and Darling bestie, let me know! 😉
Part 1 | Part 1.5 | Part 2 | Part 3
135 notes · View notes
cottontears · 6 months
Note
Hi queen! I love your writing! I NEED MORE STEP DADDY HENRY PLEASEE PLEASEEEE😮‍💨 (dw if you don’t wanna, i j need more 🧎🏻‍♀️)
you're like crack to me,(i don't want to leave)
ೃ⁀➷ step daddy! henry x naive, innocent fem! reader !
ೃ⁀➷ word count: 2,643
ೃ⁀➷ a/n: i'm back angels!
ೃ⁀➷ warnings: step-cest, step-daddy henry, virgin! reader, reader goes to a party and gets harassed (nothing that bad), squirting, smut, breeding kink, daddy kink (if i miss anything please let me know!) not beta'd
ೃ⁀➷ comments and reblogs always appreciated 🫶🏻
╰➤ linktree ╰➤ pinterest╰➤ request rules
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
───── ⋆⋅☆·⋆ ─────
you never got along with your mother’s husband.
your stepdad was always harsh, scoffing at you when you sat at the dinner table and you would talk about boys.
he would make you change when he caught you trying to leave for a party in a skimpy outfit.
but even though he annoyed you, there was no way for you to hate him.
when your mother left on an overseas job when you started college with a one-way ticket to tokyo, he was there for you.
when you had no one to go home to during the college holidays of your freshman year, he was there for you. offering you a room in his manhattan penthouse. you always had the option to stay at the dorms at nyu, but… the penthouse was big and quiet. it had a pool.
it had huge windows from which you could see the city and lounges where you could read comfortably. 
plus your room… it was heavenly, your dream room, with a huge bed, and a small shelf with some of your favorite books.
it was as if he had listened when you talked about them around him… which you thought it impossible because he did not care for you.
you were sprawled on the leather couch in the main living room, the tv playing one of your comfort shows, but you were barely paying attention.
your new laptop sat on your lap, courtesy of your stepdad.
your brows furrowed.
lately, he had been being cordial to you. smiled at you whenever your paths crossed, telling you good morning, or goodnight (depending on the time).
he had his personal chef make you your favorite foods.
he knew what your favorite foods were.
you rolled your lips.
you could not fathom the reason why your mother had left.
he was perfect.
well… 
ugh.
he was attractive, and kind, and he had given you his number in case you ever needed him.
he was never outright mean to you.
but you could tell you disappointed him.
and it hurt you.
you wanted to make him proud.
it had always been you and your mom. and even then, it had mostly been just you.
you had been an unwanted accident, the 0.1% error on condoms. your mother made sure to remind you.
you never knew your father.
henry was the first ‘father figure’ you had. if you could even call him that. 
he had been around for a while when you lived with your mom, it had been impossible not to get to know him a little. enough to be comfortable around him. scowls and all
he came into your life when you were just turning seventeen.
that was almost two years ago.
you were nineteen now.
and you had not even had your first boyfriend.
all your college friends spend their time doing god knows what with their partners.
and you?
you groaned, opening your phone.
one of your high school friends had invited you to a party in an apartment downtown.
you huffed. 
you had to put yourself out there.
being trapped in his house made you have dangerous thoughts.
so you went to get ready.
putting on some music while you apply your makeup. you put glitter on your eyelids and a fair amount of blush.
it took you a while to decide on what to wear, but you decided on a tight dress with spaghetti straps. the most risqué clothing in your closet.
you chose a pink bag, it was a gift. a balenciaga denim le cagole shoulder bag. you were too naive to know it’s cost, but it was real pretty.
you filled it with your lip glosses, wallet, and portable charger, just in case.
he was working late, probably, as he usually did, even if it was a friday.
so you got on the elevator and made your way to the taxi where your friend waited for you.
───── ⋆⋅☆·⋆ ─────
you fucked up.
“come on, come on, come on!” you frantically tapped on the screen of your phone, it was plugged into the portable charger taking a few seconds to turn on.
as soon as it did, you unlocked it and went to your favorite contacts.
you clicked on the name ‘mr. cavill’, waiting with bated breath for him to pick up.
“y/n” his voice came through the speaker, worried.
you sobbed, breaking down.
“send me your location, i am on my way. do not hang up.”
you sobbed harder.
your friend abandoned you, leaving you to the wolves (boys who groped you and tried to get you to drink).
you ran down the stairwell because the elevator was not fast enough. you wailed down the many flights of stairs. mascara running down your cheeks, fingers curled around your phone, your heavy breaths accompanied by his random updates and reassurances. you felt your brain get hazy with panic once you burst outside. 
you had long taken your heels off, feet aching. it had taken you about fifteen minutes to get down the stairs and outside the building. hopefully, he was close.
you looked around frantically, on edge.
some boys smoked a few feet from you, they started toward you.
you sniffed.
“y/n? what happened? huh?” came a static voice from your phone
“please daddy! i ca-can’t!” your words hectic, bordering on hysterical.
“shit, i’m almost there bug.”
“whose that?” one of the boys leered. “your daddy? crying to daddy now huh? we can make you feel better, baby.”
you heard cursing on the other end of the phone.
“come on, we mean no harm! what’s a pretty girl doing alone huh?”
“i’m here bug, get in.”
you heard screeching along the pavement as an audi stopped in-front of you.
you did not hesitate, opening the door, jumping in, and slamming it behind you.
you curled up into a sobbing ball in the passenger seat, almost forgetting to put your seatbelt on.
it was eerily silent. the beeping alarm of an unfastened seatbelt brought you out of the trance, buckling the safety belt on. you curled your knees into your chest, wrapping your arms around them. your body trembled with the aftershock of the whole evening, and you looked up to study him.
his jaw was clenched. you could tell he was furious. 
somehow it brought you comfort knowing he wasn’t indifferent to you being in danger.
the ride back home was short, but the silence made it stretch. you had never put yourself in a situation similar to this. you had never given him any big reason to be mad at you.
once in the building, he got out of the car. you took deep breaths, taking a few seconds before moving to unbuckle your seatbelt. before you could move to open the car door, he was there, leaning down, and sliding his arms under you, pulling your body towards him. 
it was instinctual, the way your arms wrapped around your neck, and your legs locked around his waist. 
you were shaken and did not have a clear enough mind to be embarrassed. 
“are you drunk?”
“n-no, they tried to get me to drink, that’s why i left-”
he walked towards the elevator, and you felt his muscles shift against you. your skimpy dress rose over your thighs, his rough hands grazing your soft skin. your body spasmed in response and he grunted in response. 
neither of you seemed embarrassed enough to separate, so neither of you said a word. you just held on tighter. the elevator doors closed and you went up to the lobby, into the private elevator that led to the penthouse.
it was more private, it was his elevator. and you were safe.
his nose grazed your sweaty neck and you heard his inhale. he was unapologetic. his hands flexing on your ass. 
you bucked your hips softly, your barely covered cunt brushing the hard material of his suit.
“careful there, you don’t want to start anything you can’t finish” his voice was rougher than usual, strained.
“i just, want you to hold me…” you could barely make sense of the concoction of strong feelings flowing through your veins. you were certain that you would break apart if he let you go.
he hummed in what seemed like assent. 
the elevator dinged and you were home. “do you want me to take you to your room?”
“later..” your voice was meek. you could feel your cunt clenching at the simple pressure of him against you.
he walked to the kitchen sitting you down on the sleek counter. you snapped your thighs closed, you desperately wanted to sneak your hand into your panties and relieve the ache.
you watched him move around the kitchen, he made you a glass of water “drink.” his voice gruff. you drank as he made you a simple sandwich.
he leaned against the edge of a counter and watched you eat it.
you averted your eyes, chewing slowly. you licked the crumbs off your fingers, and you could hear his audible intake of breath.
“can we watch a movie?” you were sleepy, the adrenaline fading away, but you wanted an excuse to stay with him.
he chuckled softly, seeing right through you.
“how about you get ready for bed. we can watch the movie tomorrow…”
───── ⋆⋅☆·⋆ ─────
you went your separate ways. 
and you tried to be good. 
not touching your aching pussy, because you wanted to hold off… for what? you would never admit to yourself.
but you laid in your silk pajama set on your bed for a while, and it felt cold. you were anxious.
before you could think, you were tip-toeing out of your room, down the hallway, and freezing in front of his door.
it was deadly silent. maybe he was asleep.
you knocked softly, not enough to wake him in case he had been sleeping.
you had never entered the room. it was spacious. the curtains open, displaying the city lights, you could see him clearly, sitting on his bed, laptop on his lap.
he was shirtless. your throat dried. you gulped and could not help but stare.
you jolted at the soft sound of his computer closing, he placed it on the nightstand, turning your attention to you.
his expression was soft and open, nothing you had ever seen before. “are you okay sweetheart? do you need anything?”
you bit your lip, your chin trembling with a wave of emotions.
your legs moved you toward the bed.
it was you who was making the move, of your own volition. his eyelids fluttered, eyes darkened as his pupils doubled in size.
you slid a leg over his lap, situating yourself on him, thighs straddling his lap. 
you gasped as you felt his sweatpants tent with his hardness against your covered cunt.
you placed your palms on his shoulders.
“you… i need you, please…” you rolled your hips deep breathing filled the room.
“i need you to be a hundred percent sure, i’ve wanted you for so long, i don’t want to ruin us…” his voice was strained, his hands sliding over the soft texture of your silky pajamas. 
“please… please daddy, i need you!”
in a millisecond you were on your back, and he hovered over you, using his forearms as support.
your eyes met in the nightlight, and you rolled your hips, needy for anything to get you off.
“sweetheart…” his hands were under your silk shirt, and caressing the soft warm skin of your stomach, sliding up, up into your pebbled nipples. “you are better than anything my mind made up.”
“you thought about me?” you whined as his thumbs played with your nipples
“always.” slid his hands under your shorts and panties and yanked them harshly down your legs. 
“ahhh-” you sighed in pleasure as his index finger slid you open, you were dripping wet. and the drag of his rough calloused finger made your pussy weep and clench.
he slid one finger inside you, rubbing your clit with his thumb.
your hips jerked and bucked in surprise.
the feeling of his touch was exquisite, incomparable to your own.
“daddy!” you yelped as his thumb pressed harshly on your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your nerves. 
“do you like this baby?”
“yes! nothing like my own hand…”
you heard him groan, “don’t tell me no one else has touched this pretty pussy.”
“j-just you, please!”  your gummy walls clenched around his fingers, he withdrew them, and this time his middle finger joined in.
you could feel the familiar pressure building in your core. this time it felt like it was going to burst. and you whined, never achieving orgasm before.
“you feel so good around my fingers, so tight, i can’t wait to fuck you with my cock, feel you clench around me.” his voice was gruff and you yelped as you felt the pressure build and build. 
your hands flew to his shoulders, gripping them hard, 
you were about to come, and he had not kissed you.
“kiss me, please daddy…”
“sweet girl,” he murmured, his eyes fluttering shut as his lips lowered to yours. they were soft against yours, but harsh in their movements. 
his thumb rubbed your clit, and slowly the pressure grew to be too much. your jaw slackened and you screamed as your whole body shook with pleasure
you felt your pussy gush and you moaned uncontrollably at the release.
“baby, do you think you ready for me?”
“yes, please, please! more.” your voice shook slightly, legs trembling with the aftershock of orgasm.
you whined at the loss of his body warmth as he moved to remove his pants, he had not been wearing any boxers, your thighs clenched at the sight, his defined muscles, pointing at his dick.
your body spasmed with inpatient and he chuckled.
“open your legs for me doll.”
it took some effort but you slid your legs open for him to rest his hips between your thighs.
the pressure of his hard cock against your sensitive dick was enough to make you roll your hips.
he whispered soft praises and words of encouragement as he aligned himself with your drenched cunt.
you slid your hands over his waist and onto his lower back, spreading your fingers as he pushed into you.
you exhaled loudly as you felt him deliciously stretch you open. your mouth was open, wanton whines and moans leaving your lips like prayers.
henry’s words started to make less and less sense as he fully sheathed himself into your pussy.
you tightened your thighs around his hips, pulling him closer with your hands.
his moved his hips, his cock sliding out of you slightly before he thrusted slowly back in. 
“unhhhh-” tears slipped down your eyelids, it felt so unbelievably good, your breasts brushed against his hard muscles, and his body weight on you felt better than everything you could ever dream of.
his thrusts sped up, harder, faster deeper, and you were screaming and crying in pleasure
“daddy ’s good, feel so good, ‘m gonna come.” you babbled, your body spasming with overstimulation, you felt the now familiar pleasure wash over you.
your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came, your pussy squeezing him, and squirting with overstimulation, you were too high on pleasure to be embarrassed.
his thrusts got sloppy. “going to make daddy a mommy!”
you shivered at the unexpected pleasure that visual gave you and you felt him shudder and spasm, his dick spurting with come, painting your walls with his come. 
his body went slack, and his full body weight was on you.
your eyes closed in blissful exhaustion. 
you had everything you ever dreamed of, consciousness escaped you along with a “love you daddy”. 
you were too gone to hear him say it back.
───── ⋆⋅☆·⋆ ─────
ty for reading angles, hope you enjoyed, -reblogs and comments always appreciated-
2K notes · View notes
winter2112rose · 2 months
Note
hi rose!! i see you wanted some asks so i wracked my brain and thought of one!
pick one character and tell me how you would like to spend a lazy Sunday with them:
Walter:
Tumblr media
Sy:
Tumblr media
August:
Tumblr media
Thanks for the ask hun 😘. Just one?! Oh that's hard 😂.
Of course I have to go for my Walter 🐻.
Naughty stuff below
Okay so it’s Sunday and Walt has the day off for once, I'm thinking a lie-in followed by waking up to Walter peppering kisses over your shoulders, down your back. he rolls you over onto your back and lays himself between you legs and nestles himself between your legs. He makes you cum using that spectacular mouth of his, marking your sensitive skin with his thick beard. Followed by some old fashioned missonary, where you cum on his cock as he spills his seed inside you.
Afterwards he runs a bubble bath and you both relax in the warm water, bathing each other. He even lets you wash his soft chocolate curls as he knows how much you enjoy it.
Then during the day you either go out together or if it's his weekend with Faye, then you go out as a family of three.
Finally, you go for a nice meal or go home and get a takeaway, if alone you get pjs on and curl up on the sofa and watch film, then head to bed where you strip each other naked and Walter worships your body until the early hours. Imprinting new hsppy memoirs for him to cherish during the hard days at work.
21 notes · View notes
imyourbratzdoll · 1 year
Note
Hi Cheleah!😌❤️
YES to Henry Cavill!!!
(Could we have a drabble of reader ogling Henry when he's working out? Like heavy lifting that shows his muscles?🤤🤤
hi lovely! I'm sorry for it being so short and for the lack of smut, but I hope you enjoy it.
summary - just you checking out henry as he works out.
warning - swearing.
the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Your eyes are vast, and your mouth is wide open. You swear there’s a bit of drool on the side, but you are too invested in the sight in front of you to do anything about it. There in front of you was your best friend, Henry Cavill. A literal god amongst men. Working out.
‘Why did he have to do this? He didn’t need to show off like this.’ You shake your head with your thoughts, taking a sip of water to soothe your dry throat. ‘Did he have to continue working out, knowing you were right there? I mean, I don’t have to watch but come on, who am I kidding.’ Your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head as he lifts a hefty weight, the way his muscles flex causes your cunt to throb. ‘Fuck me, sweet baby Jesus. I may die today.’
You are so focused on Henry’s muscles that you don’t notice him smirking through the mirror. He watches you check him out, so he purposely flexes and lifts the heaviest weight because he loves your reactions.
“You know… If you take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Your eyes snap up, connecting with his as he chuckles. You roll your eyes and take out your phone, causing his eyes to widen as he didn’t think you’d do it.
You smile as you snap the photo. “Thanks, I’ll put that in my spank bank.”
Tumblr media
thank you for reading!
feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.
872 notes · View notes
justjams2003 · 2 years
Text
Kal’s sixth sense
A/N: Hello everyone! I have an extreme need to write like very short Henry drabbles about things like, how he talks abt you in interviews, those vogue 100 questions, getting ready for his premieres, how he would react to you (an influancer) doing those tiktok trends and other. Would you guys be interested??? Also this is inspired by a tiktok I saw of how the poster’s dog realised they were pregnant much sooner than they did.
Pairing: Husband!Henry Cavill x Pregnant!Wife!Reader
Warnings: None, it’s just cute fluff
Summary: Henry notices that Kal has been acting weird lately. Following you around everywhere. When those two pink lines shows up on the pregnancy test, things makes sense.
Word count: 615
Unedited
Tumblr media
Henry’s brow raises as he watches you walking into the bathroom. Usually he stays in bed with Henry, cuddling. Now, however, he plops down in front of the closed door. How strange? “Kal,” he calls to his pup. The dog, lifts his head, looking at Henry, the door, then back at Henry. Usually he would come running, but he just lays his head back down.
He’s reading a book, on the couch. Though something is off. The familiar heat of Kal’s body by his legs is nowhere to be found. He looks around, he not somewhere else in the living room. Henry sits up, looking into the kitchen. He sees you, deeply focused on cooking. Yet, there Kal sits, right by your feet. Again Henry calls for his pup and he does the same as before.
Now Henry is noticing it a lot more. Kal seems upset leaving the house if you’re not with. When doing interviews he’d sit on your side. When if public he’s become visibly anxious if anyone came too close to you for his liking. Not to mention, you’ve been sick.
Throwing up every morning and a complete loss of appetite. He’s seen movies and read articles of dogs sensing diseases like cancer before the doctors do. Oh God, he hopes and prays to who ever is listening that it’s not cancer. Now, he’s spiraling.
Kal notices, climbing into his lap as the two boys are sitting in front of the bathroom door. “Are you okay?” He calls out, knocking slightly on the door. You’d run in the bathroom, throwing up, though those noises have stopped long ago and he’s getting worried.
Luckily, his worries soon end as the door flies open. Looking down, you see Henry looks disheveled. His curls stand in all directions from his bed-head. His eyes tired but still frantic. Though, you’re sure you don’t look much better. Henry’s brows furrow.
You seem to have been and are crying. With a little pink stick in your hand. “What’s wrong, my dear?” he asks, immediately shooting up to hold you. Looking down at whatever you’re holding. Though, his believes his eyes are deceiving him. That can’t possible be what he thinks it is and it can’t possibly say what he thinks it does.
You shake your head no, “Nothing is wrong,” you smile up. Your big eyes glimmering with tears. Yet, as you smile, Henry can see they’re tears of joy. “Are you...?” He’s scared to say it. In-case this is a dream. As if speaking the word will curse it not to be real.
A sob escapes your lips as you nod. “Yes, yes, I’m pregnant!” His ears seam to ring with joy. He’s sure he yelled with excitement, picking you up and spinning you around, but he’ s also sure he blacked out from pure bliss. As the moment dies down, a realisation hits Henry.
He looks down at his Akita, “I guess you knew, huh, buddy?” He asks, petting him between the ears. Kal perks up, as if he is happy at the final realisation. “What do you mean?” You ask, furrowing your brows as you look between them.
“Haven’t you noticed?” He questions, as if its been the most obvious thing in the world. You shake your head, biting your lip. “He’s been following you around. Protecting you and this little muffin.” He explains, his big hand on your still flat belly.
Your cheeks flare with a whirl of emotion. Pride and amazemnt one of them. You bend down, Kal of course, already by your side. “You’re gonna be an amazing big brother,” you coo, filled with love from your, now, family of four.
3K notes · View notes
poledancingdinos · 1 year
Note
Don’t know if u do requests, but if u do Can I request a smutty drabble about Henry’s gf convincing him to do a faceless cameo on her OnlyFans account and him ending up doming her 🙊🙈 I have a craving to have Henry deepthroat me and call me a ‘Good little slut’ Love ur stuff 🥰
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Okay okay, all jokes aside, I normally suck at requests because it takes me forever to write them but I'm procrastinating so this is your lucky day. I hope you don't mind reader inserts.
Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader
Word Count: 561
Warnings: OnlyFans video, blowjob, dom/sub vibes, RPF
Masterlist
Take It
“Remember, don’t say a word,” you remind your boyfriend one more time from behind the camera.
Henry takes a deep breath in — maybe with the intention of calming his racing heart, maybe because the anticipation is finally getting the best of him — then nods in acknowledgement.
You switch on the camera and strut towards the bed. Henry is stripped down to his underwear, sitting on the edge of the mattress. You can tell he’s nervous by the way he’s rubbing the palm of his hand with his thumb. You come to stand between his already spread legs and wrap your hands around his wrists.
“Lay back,” you order. It’s not often that Henry surrenders control. You honestly never thought he would even agree to filming for your OnlyFans, much less that he would let you be in charge but Henry nonetheless drops back onto the bed and allows you to move his hands above his head.
“Keep them there,” you whisper in his ear before straightening up. You admire your boyfriend’s physique from his thick thighs, to the enticing V of his waist, all the way up his deliciously toned chest and arms. He stares back, his eyes roaming appreciatively over your own body. Like him, all you have on is your underwear.
Judging by the tent in his boxers, he seems to have finally put aside his worries about the camera and let his arousal take over. He’s currently sideways on the bed which means his face is obstructed from view by his biceps while still showing off his soon to be naked glory.
You get to your knees at the head of the bed, facing the camera, as your hand drifts over the planes of his abdomen. His breath hitches when it dips below the band of his boxers and wraps around his cock. He’s velvety soft against your palm and you unconsciously lick your lips at the feeling of the veiny ridges.
Your mouth finds his neck, teasing the sensitive spot that you know drives him mad. His jaw clenches as he attempts to stay quiet but a low rumble escapes his chest. You graze his skin with your teeth, alternating between open-mouthed kisses and gentle bites while slowly moving south.
Henry hisses when you lick a bead of precum from his slit, his hips bucking upwards. Your thumbs hook under the elastic waistband and Henry plants his feet on the ground to lift his hips, allowing you to push the fabric down his legs until they fall to the ground.
In your distracted state, you don’t notice Henry sitting up until it’s too late. He stands to flip you onto your back with your head partly hanging down the edge of the bed.
“Open,” he growls, wrapping a hand lightly around your throat. He doesn’t squeeze, it’s simply his way of letting you know you are no longer the one calling the shots.
You do as you’re told, eagerly accepting his thick cock. He sets a brutal pace, plunging in and out of your mouth. Every few thrusts he sinks deeper down your throat, almost choking you but not quite.
“That’s it. Take it. Take it like a good little slut.”
You should have known he wouldn’t be able to let you dom him for long but, then again, you can’t find it in you to complain.
156 notes · View notes