#henry cavill x asian!reader

[keanureevesisbae]

Ik heb in 2022 3.377 keer iets geplaatst

571 berichten gemaakt (17%)

2.806 berichten gereblogd (83%)

Blogs die ik het meest heb gereblogd:

@diegos-butt

@samwilsonshandsandass

@shootforthestars-28

@keanureevesisbae

@thelastsock

Ik heb 1.322 van mijn berichten getagd in 2022

#comment reblog - 465 berichten

#asian ofc - 96 berichten

#henry cavill - 90 berichten

#tales of love - 86 berichten

#henry cavill fanfic - 73 berichten

#chicago pd - 70 berichten

#thelastsock - 66 berichten

#anon - 65 berichten

#hank voight - 64 berichten

#sweet messages 💌 - 59 berichten

Longest Tag: 116 characters

#the fact that the tiniest amount of gluten makes me sick for at least a week and takes another week to fully recover

Mijn populairste berichten in 2022:

#5

Summary: You got yourself a puppy, however when you lose the little bastard, you meet a very handsome dog owner

Captain Syverson x fem!reader

Wordcount: 1k

Warnings: None

A/N: did this idea pop in my mind after I played Best Friend Forever on the nintendo switch? Maybe...

It was safe to say, you knew nothing about puppies. You thought they were cute—which they are—and they need to go on walks and poop an awful lot. However, there is one thing you did not realize and that is how freaking fast they are. 

When you picked up the little Bernese Mountain pup at the pound, he seemed a little comatose, however with the lightning speed this bastard took off, he appeared to have an overdose of energy after all.

You thought he was simply depressed at the pound.

And here you are, in the park, looking around you, hoping to see a little light brown ball of fluff. You defeatedly sigh, tears burning in your eyes. You just lost your fucking dog, it’s unbelievable and pretty damn pathetic. A sniffle escapes passed your lips. Great, you were officially the worst dog owner on the entire planet. Who the fuck loses their dog? Their pup? You literally had him for around two weeks. 

‘Bob!’ you yell. ‘Bob, buddy! I’ve got snacks. C’mere boy.’

But it doesn’t help. The little bastard doesn’t appear.

Defeatedly, you plop on a park bench, tears dripping over your hot cheeks. You don’t know how long you cry on that bench. 

And then you hear a bark and you look up, only to spot your puppy almost tripping over his own paws, next to a German Shepherd. You jump up. ‘Bob!’ you scream, as you rush over to him, wrapping your arms around the excited canine whose disappearance almost meant your death. ‘Don’t you dare leave me again.’

You turn to the German Shepherd and smile at the animal, who pushes her nose against your cheek. 

‘Thank you for bringing back my dog,’ you say, patting her head, after you put your own dog back on his leash. ‘Where’s your human?’

’Ah,’ I hear from a distance, ‘Aika, you brought the little man back?’

The German Shepherd—who apparently is named Aika— rushes back to her owner and barks as a response. When the handsome man stands closer to you, you nearly gawk at him. He’s gorgeous, with the thick beard and the buzzcut, as he is wearing cargo shorts and a simply dark green shirt.

‘Thank you,’ you say.

‘Quite unbelievable you lost a pup.’

Okay, that hurt a lot more than you initially thought it would. ‘Please, throw some more salt in the wounds,’ you mutter. ‘I feel bad enough already.’ You don’t want to cry, but you can’t stop your umpteenth sniffle of the afternoon.

‘Oh no, I was just being sarcastic,’ the man quickly says. ‘Please, miss, don’t cry.’

‘I thought I’d lost him forever,’ you admit, wiping away your tears. ‘Thank you so much for catching him.’

‘No problem.’ His accent is thick, southern and it does things to your heart, especially when you see his light colored eyes, that despite their icy color, still appear warm. ‘What’s his name?’

‘Bob,’ you sniffle. 

‘Is this your first puppy?’

You nod. ‘Yeah, it is. I try my best, but it’s obviously not paying off.’

The man chuckles. ‘Well, you must start to discipline him,’ he says. ‘Otherwise he’ll be the one in charge, sooner rather than later. This is gonna be a large dog in the future, you must be able to handle him.’

‘I know,’ you whisper, scratching Bob behind his ears. ‘It’s just… There are no puppy schools around and I am a total noob.’

He nods. ‘Want me to help you out?’

‘Really?’

Het volledige bericht bekijken

470 notities - Geplaatst 18 april 2022

#4

Captain Syverson x fem!reader 

Summary: You and Syverson already have five rowdy boys, but Sy really wants another one..

Wordcount: 1.7k

Warnings: Some sex, slight breeding and pregnancy kink.

Sy had been thinking about adding one more kid to the Syverson bunch. He was the proud father of five rowdy boys, and said boys were a perfect mix however of the two of you.

As you were preparing dinner, Sy helped you out and the two of you looked through the window, so you could keep an eye on the five boys. 

‘Babe,’ he said, ‘can I ask you a question?’

‘Always,’ you said.

‘What would you say if we had another kid?’

It stayed silent from your side. He tried to read you, but he couldn’t get a definite answer. Were you opposed to the idea? Were you on board? 

He got nada.

‘Why?’ you asked him.

‘One more kid would make our family complete, don’t you think?’

‘A family of six kids?’ You let out a laugh. ‘That’s truly what you want?’

‘I’d love it, babe. You are so great with the boys and we always discussed we wanted a large family.’

You walked up to him, grabbing his face and gave him a kiss on his lips. ‘Well, if you can figure out a way to get the kids out of the house—in a responsible matter, mister Syverson—we’ll see what’s possible.’

˚ · • . ° .

He got the kids out of the house—responsibly—and after he took them to his momma’s place, he was quick to go back to your residence. It was a beautiful house, a place he had build when you were engaged. Back then, you were still stuck in a little apartment, but he and his builder friends put in a lot of effort to build your dream house.

And that dream house had a lot of bedrooms.

The two of you always wanted a big family. Just like you, Sy came from a family of one. Being only child had made the desire for a house filled with kids a lot bigger for you.

First you had your oldest Alexander, who is now eight years old. Second came twin boys Channing and Brady, who were now six years old. Then came number four Logan, who is four years old. And lastly, there was number five: baby Noah, who just turned two. They were all the sweetest boys, protective of their mother, desperate to become like their father, with their own special personality traits. 

Witnessing you be their mother, made Sy fall in love with you even more. Every time you got pregnant, he saw the changes of your body, he took care of you and watched you be a loving and doting mother to the five boys. Mischievous, sure, but they listened well to you.

Better than they did to Sy from time to time.

He closed the door behind him and found you in the living room, a sweet smile painted on your lips. ‘What’s up?’ you asked.

‘You really want us make a baby on the couch or you’d like to be comfortable on the bed?’

‘We would see what was possible, Sy,’ you laughed. ‘Which isn’t necessarily making a baby.’

He groaned. 

You made your way over to him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. ‘You want another baby?’

‘I’d love to.’

You chuckled. ‘Well, I’d love another one.’

Het volledige bericht bekijken

532 notities - Geplaatst 14 juli 2022

#3

Rich certified daddy in his late 40s early 50s!Henry Cavill x College student!fem reader

Summary: After the party was over on the yacht, Henry and you are about to have some more fun.

Wordcount: 1.2k

Warnings: unprotected sex, orgasms,

A/N: Once again: the coverpage might be consisting of skinny white girls, but this is the aesthetic I was going for. no worries: the reader is neutral when it comes to physical appearance. Also, I caved and wrote a part 2 (and a part 3 lol). Just a side note: going on a yacht with someone you barely know, at night as he sails it further off shore, isn't a very smart thing to do and I do not recommend doing it in real life. But for fictional sake: enjoy hehe

The lavish boat party had officially ended, however it only meant it was about to start for the two of you. Your friends had given you a thumbs up after they got on their jetski’s again, soaring off back to where they came from. The rest of the rich assemble left as well and Henry sailed the yacht to a secluded space. 

You stuck to him like velcro, unable to pull yourself away from the man. He was attractive, his aura was pleasant and in no way were you able to be further apart from him. He didn’t seem to mind. On the contrary even. You got to be at the helm, as he stood behind you, pressing kisses on top of your head, his hands wrapped around yours.

The sunset was amazing, the sky turned in a beautiful orange and pink color. You sat on the couch that covered the entire foredeck, as you stared over the slightly glimmering waters caused by the sun. Henry came down next to you, pushing some of your hairs from your face. ‘Do you like it?’ he asked you.

‘I love it,’ you admitted. ‘I wish I could stay here forever.’

‘Why can’t you?’

You rolled your eyes as you laughed. ‘Not everybody is filthy rich, Henry. I have school. It took me years before I finally had enough money to go here.’

Henry nodded. ‘Well, I can take you places,’ he said.

‘You barely know me,’ you whispered in a low tone.

‘I can get to know you,’ he said, pushing himself up. ‘Do you want us to get to know one another?’

Did the man who presumably looked like a millionaire want to get to know you? You nodded. ‘I would like that.’

It started off sweet. He pressed a short kiss on your lips, but you didn’t want to let go. Your hand was quickly placed on the back of his neck, pulling him closer for more. A deeper kiss. More intense. 

He parted his lips and your tongue evaded his mouth, all while he grabbed your leg, pulling you on his lap. You straddled his thick thighs, your fingers fumbling with the last few buttons of his shirt. You pushed the shirt over his shoulders, before he threw it on the floor. 

Your kisses became hungrier and you couldn’t stop your hips from grinding against his groin, earning you some grunts from his side. 

’Take off your clothes,’ he said. ‘Now.’

You stepped off his lap and though it felt kinda strange to shred yourself from your clothes as you were out in the open, you still took the risk. The waters were quiet, not a soul in sight, so you felt like you could do it. You dropped your bikini and the short to the floor. He licked his lips in anticipation and told you to lay on the soft couch. As you sat down and scooted back, he quickly undressed himself.

You would probably never get enough of a naked Henry. 

Having sex outside is something you had never done. Something you thought you’d never do. However, nothing had been normal about this entire day.

With Henry naked in between your legs, it appeared his hands were everywhere on your body, just like his soft lips were pressing kisses on every inch of skin of yours. 

It didn’t appear he could get enough of you either, managing to push you over the edge time after time, using his mouth and his fingers, before he finally slid his hard cock in between your tight walls.

Your eyes slightly hooded, as you were drowning in with pleasure, all because of the magic that is Henry. 

He placed his hand gently over your mouth, a clear indication that—no matter how vacant it was—you were way too loud. 

 ‘Quiet now, baby,’ he whispered, ‘think they can almost hear you back at your hotel.’

You nodded, but you couldn’t stop your moans. Not anymore. He plunged his thick length deep inside of you and you were a whining mess, squirming underneath his frame.

He pulled his hand from your mouth, before kissing you roughly. You ran your fingers through his locks, when you were bucking up your hips to meet his thrusts. 

Your walls were tightly clenching around him, right before you came and squirted all over the large couch like mattress. 

Het volledige bericht bekijken

572 notities - Geplaatst 3 mei 2022

#2

Rich certified daddy in his late 40s early 50s!Henry Cavill x College student!fem reader

Summary: You were on your spring break and one day, you and your friends end up on a yacht and... the man who owns said yacht, is quite something.

Wordcount: 2.1k

Warnings: fingering, eating out, sex, loud sex, doggy style, squirting, orgasms

A/N: I know the girls in the pictures are white, but these pictures had the sets I had in mind and i didn't want to make them black and white because that didn't fit the aesthetic. Please know that the reader in the rest of this drabble is totally neutral, as I didn't describe hair color, skin color, etc.

This was already the best time of your life. You were in your senior year of college and finally, you had found the time—and money—to be part of a real spring break. It was filled with booze, with dancing and all while wearing different types of bikini’s, matching it with cute flip-flops, shorts and skirts.

And now, you were sitting—totally illegal and in the wrong attire—on a jet ski with your friends, all soaring over the waters. You screamed in excitement. This was so much fun. You were far of shore, however closing in on a yacht. You slowed down your jet ski and looked up. It appeared to be a party on there. Your friends and the jet ski’s were making quite the tumultuous noise, causing the guests to look over the railing, down at you. They seemed fancy and a few guys were talking to someone else, clearly eager to get your friends on board. 

They managed to succeed. Three guys helped the four of you with making sure the jet ski’s won’t drift away and after you left your dirty flip flops on the bottom of the stairs, you and your friends made your way to where the real party happened.

It wasn’t the booze fest you had been part of for the last few days. It was fancier in everything. The music, the drinks and the appetizers. You were almost afraid that what you wore screamed “tacky spring breaker”.

Your friends all gained the utmost attention of the three guys who had helped you all on the yacht. Their loafers were probably worth more than your monthly rent. 

To say you were feeling slightly out of place was a gross understatement. You grabbed something to drink and plopped on a very fancy lounge like couch. You took a sip, when you heard someone clearing their throat next to you.

There was someone sitting next to you? You had totally missed that, as you were drowning in self pity. ‘I’m sorry,’ you said, looking to your side only to make eye contact with the most handsome man you had ever seen. In between his brown hairs, were streaks of grey. His bright eyes looked intense. He wore a white blouse, however it was totally unbuttoned, revealing a hairy and broad chest. His shorts appeared way too expensive and unlike the other male party goers, he was bare foot. 

His face showed some signs of maturity and you thought he was in his forties, pushing the fifties, but it was still evident how gorgeous he was. 

You were at a loss of words. He had some whiskey in a glass and brought it to his lips. 

‘Was someone else sitting here?’ you asked.

He shook his head. ‘It’s all good, doll.’

You felt your face heating up at the sudden nickname. You took a sip of your drink and plucked your pink short, that matched your bikini. 

‘Spring break?’ he then asked.

You chuckled. ‘What gave it away? The atrocious outfit or the stench of beer and booze?’

He smirked and he looked so handsome doing so. ‘You look too colorful.’

You nodded. ‘Is this your yacht?’

‘Correct.’

‘So you’re like really rich.’

‘Something like that,’ he said. 

‘You’re kind of a cliché,’ you told him, which caused him to be interested. ‘Whiskey, a yacht, an unbuttoned blouse, handsome. The only thing that misses, is a cigar.’

‘I’ve got some downstairs,’ he chuckled. ‘I’m a walking cliché.’

‘How unoriginal.’

You discovered the handsome rich man was named Henry and he was a real looker. You hated how gorgeous he was, but what you loved about him, was that he was approachable. 

You started to sit closer and closer to him, up to a moment where you were seated on his lap, your legs draped to his left side, his large hand resting on your thigh, toying with the bottom of your short. He brought the glass to your lips, allowing you to take a sip of his whiskey, but it was so strong and not at all what you loved.

Especially not after those nearly sickening sweet drinks you had all those days. 

Het volledige bericht bekijken

729 notities - Geplaatst 22 april 2022

Mijn #1-bericht van 2022

Henry Cavill x fem!reader

Summary: During your job as a hotel maid, you walk in the hotel room, not ready for what you’re about the encounter: the hot actor Henry Cavill, who is masturbating

Wordcount: 1k

Warnings: mentions of male masturbation and blowjobs and obviously male orgasms xx

You took this job, because you needed the money. There were only a few upsides to this job and fun wasn’t one of it. Time spend cleaning up, was mostly spend listening to music, as you did what you had to do: clean up.

With your AirPods plugged in your ears, you bring the card to the reader and the door unlocks for you. This was the final room for your shift and you wanted it to be over with real bad. 

You made your way inside, closing the door behind you, your hands full of cleaning supplies. Your cart had given up on you at the beginning of the shift and because there was no spare, this ought to do it for now. 

It was a quick clean up, no changing bed sheets so for that you forever grateful. You walk further into the room, before your eyes fall on something totally unexpected.

You let out a loud scream, when you realize and can finally comprehend what you had just seen: Henry Cavill—the actor Henry Cavill—naked on his bed, whilst masturbating. You stumble back, trip over the little trash bin, while he also lets out a scream, covering himself up, maintaining some of his modesty. 

He is huge, you think to yourself. They weren’t lying when they called his precious package the kraken. Oh gosh.

‘I’m so sorry, mister Cavill,’ you say, desperate to find your AirPod after it fell on the floor. ‘I thought I had to clean the room. There was so sign on it to tell me otherwise.’

He has yet to say something else, however you can’t get the Superman sized manhood you just saw out of your mind. Finally you find your earphone, before you try to collect your cleaning supplies that has scattered all over the floor. 

You had to look him in the eye eventually, right?

‘I apologize,’ he says, ‘for neglecting to put a sign on the door.’

You stand up and despite trying not to look, you couldn’t help but notice that bulge coming from underneath the blankets and as of right now, you have difficulties mainting a professional facade.

Besides: you are a wet and horny mess as we speak.

Moments go by where the two of you aren’t saying anything. The only thing you can hear, is his deep breaths and your own heartbeat. ‘I should go,’ you say, though you do not take a step. Your mind is wandering and you even find yourself thinking: This is how porn starts.

You’re not making it better for yourself. 

And then something changes in his eyes. Shame turns into lust. Humiliation turns into desire. 

Who is going to take the first step? 

‘You need help?’ 

Apparently you’re taking the first step. You cannot believe that question just left your lips. You honestly asked The Henry Cavill if he needs help? Maybe you’ve watched too much porn, to think a question like that can just leave your lips without people being freaked out.

Before however you can say something alone the lines of never mind, I’ll just go and never come back, he says: ‘Sure.’

Okay, now you need to act like you’ve got this all under control. You’re good at blowjobs. You can give him that once in a lifetime blowjob. A core memory. Raise the bar for every bed partner that is to follow you. You place your AirPods on the desk and make your way over to him, dropping on your knees on the side of the bed, while he is sitting on the edge, feet planted next to you on both sides. 

‘Just don’t tell anyone,’ he says.

You shake your head, eager to take him in your mouth. ‘It’s our little secret,’ you whisper, before wrapping your lips around his cock. He slides deeper in your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. However, nothing fazes you. Much to his own surprise, you manage to take him all in, your nose hitting his pubes and he lets out the sexiest sound you’ve ever heard.

You squeeze your legs together, desperate for some friction. 

‘Good girl,’ Henry praises you and you physically were unable to stop the moan that escapes your lips. He hisses, taking a handful of your hair, slightly pulling you back, so forcing you to look at him. His eyes are slightly hooded, almost like he’s one step out of this world. 

You feel your jaw aching, however you do not give up. You are going to give this man the greatest blowjob he has ever had.

His breathing become more erratic, as you use your hand to pump the rest of his shaft. Judging from the most beautiful and hot sounds he makes—you’ll dream about it tonight probably—he is close. He bucks his hips up against you, as his seed fills your mouth. However, it catches you slightly off guard and the huge amount spills passed the corners of your mouth, mixed with your drool from your chin to your chest. You swallow what is left in your mouth and when you want to catch a breath, Henry leans over, planting his lips firmly on yours, not caring that his own semen is smeared on your lips as well. 

Het volledige bericht bekijken

743 notities - Geplaatst 26 april 2022

Bekijk je jaaroverzicht van 2022 →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #smut does best hehe

[fushic0re]

━ 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐰𝐞❜𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞

bodyguard!henry cavill x asian!reader

⁀➷ summary ━ the life of one of the world's most renowned singers comes with immense amounts of pressure, scrutiny, and a lack of privacy. however, your protector never fails to bring you back down to earth.

⁀➷ warnings ━ 18+ only — minors dni. public scrutiny. sexism. implied age gap (reader's age isn't specified, but it's implied that they are younger than henry). brief mention of a firearm. brief mention of combat. smut; penetrative sex, oral sex (f receiving)

"The release of your latest album has broken the internet!" The host exclaims, prompting a roaring applause from the audience.

You smile bashfully, still not used to praise despite your status as a seasoned celebrity.

"I'm really relieved that it's being received so well," You laugh. "It's always nervewracking releasing something new and wondering whether or not it's going to be the downfall of your entire career."

"How do you deal with that kind of pressure?"

"I always just...try and keep things genuine. No matter what, at the end of the day it's all about the music and what it makes you feel. No matter how many big artists you have featured or how many producers dip their hands into your work, if it's diluted and disingenuous people are going to be able to tell and it's going to turn them away." You delineate.

The host nodded along with you inquisitively, eyes narrowed in deep thought. Placing his cue cards down, he leaned back into his seat and crossed his arms.

"So, you feel no pressure to outdo everyone else on the charts? Cause a stir to maintain your relevancy?" He asked, his tone quipped.

Your jaw twitched for a split second in annoyance, but like the media trained princess you were, you covered it up quickly with a dazzling smile made for flawless YouTube thumbnails and magazine headlines.

"I only feel pressure to outdo myself, and I don't need to act out to do that." You diplomatically responded.

He raised his brows incredulously, clearly not expecting for you to navigate the rocky terrain of his words so smoothly.

"The sudden change in your music seems to prove otherwise." He snarked. "Your last album was tokened the as the feminine movement of this generation, focusing on topics such as self love, prosperity, emotional fulfillment, and independence. But this album is full of sexual material. Do you think you need to behave in an overtly sexual manner and promote promiscuity to sell records and compete with your other female counterparts who are also selling sex?"

It took everything in you not to roll your eyes. You could feel your publicist's pleading expression from backstage.

You hated this part.

Having to constantly explain yourself. Being held to the double standards of Hollywood and ridiculed for the tiniest of things. Every time you allowed yourself to be vulnerable through your craft, the vultures were right there waiting for you so they could throw you out into the open to be ravaged. Defiled. And yet, you were expected to smile and sit pretty through it all. You weren't allowed to fight back. To say you were tired of it was the understatement of a lifetime.

You chuckled dryly, sitting up straight. Your eyes were set ablaze as you challenged the host. If he thought for a second that things were going to go his way, he was in for a rude awakening.

"By 'full of sexual material' you mean a couple of lines in literally 3 songs?"

"Well, one would say it was a lo—”

"What one would say cannot argue with the factual quantitative number of songs that have sexual material." You challenged.

He opened his mouth to rebut you, but you quickly beat him to it.

"I'm familiar with your show. I did my research before coming here. You have had numerous male entertainers on your show from rappers, country singers, rockstars, producers, directors, actors, you name it, who have all made lude sexual comments that are downright inappropriate for television. You didn't say a single thing to them. In fact, you laughed along with them and added to the conversation. So why is it then when I -- a female -- write about something as natural as sex in a poetic way that is much more pleasant to hear than 'that loose ass bitch was on my dick all night', I am the one who is persecuted?"

"I-I don't know what you're referring to—“

"You don't?" You snort. "Don't worry about that then. I'll make sure you and your team will be well versed in your misogynistic, dim-witted, beta-male catered material."

Planting your Louboutins firmly on the ground, you stood up from your seat. Without a single falter, you strutted off the stage and hastily made your way back to your dressing room. The show's production team scurried behind you with desperate attempts to console you and usher you back on stage to finish the interview.

"Ma'am, we need you back on stage, production isn't over."

Snapping your neck around, you stood nose to nose with a crewmember. The same one you had witnessed laughing as this boss essentially called you a slut on stage.

"We're done for the day. Finish the show yourself." You calmly stated, sidestepping him in an attempt to get into your dressing room. You were fed up and at this point didn’t have any energy to fight. You just wanted to go home.

The crewmember's hand twitched at his side before it closed into a tight fist.

"Listen, bitch—”

Before he could finish his verbal assault, a large hand clapped onto the back of his neck and shoved him against the wall with a loud thud.

"Finish that sentence." Henry – your bodyguard – rumbled deeply, his tone sharp enough to cut glass.

He continued to pin the man against the wall until you safely entered your dressing room, following you shortly and locking the door behind him. Your anger consumed you, closing in on you until you had no room to breathe. With shaky hands and shallow breaths, you yanked off every piece of jewelry on your person. As you struggled with the clasp of your neckless, a warm rough hand covered yours. Gently, it removed the necklace from your delicate neck and placed it neatly on top of the vanity.

He inhaled extensively, his broad chest puffing up, and calmly instructed for you to follow suit.

"Breath."

Closing your eyes, you mimicked his actions. Your pounding heart ploddingly began to slow. Practicing a calming technique he had taught you in the early days of him working for you, you removed your mind from the grounds you currently stood. Instead, you imagined yourself safe in the comforts of your own home. You thought of all the times you and Henry sat in your living room across from each other; you watching television and him with his laptop perched on his expansive lap answering emails. He would look at you with an indecipherable expression, grunting at the nonsense of whatever was playing on TV before poorly attempting to conceal an amused grin. Peace. Simplicity. The only things your life full of luxury, money, success, and notoriety lacked.

You had it all, yet you had absolutely nothing at the same time.

Henry removed the rest of your jewelry before tenderly gathering your hair away from your face.

"Let's get you out of here," He murmured soothingly, slinging your bag over his shoulder before offering you his arm.

Nibbling on your lip nervously, you looped your arm with his before cautiously following him to the door. He looked back at you with sympathetic eyes.

"It's alright. I won't let anything happen to you."

"So you expect me to roll over and let people talk to me like that?!" You shouted frustratedly into your phone.

Your manager sighed from the other end.

"You know these types of people come with the territory."

"That's not an excuse. It never was and it never will be." You argued. "Aren't you supposed to have my best interest at heart? Isn't that why I hired you?"

"You hired me to keep you and your career on track."

Grinding your teeth indignantly, you allowed pregnant pause as you gathered your thoughts.

"Well, maybe it's time to rethink that." You declared. "I'll be sure to send you your paycheck for this month."

From behind you, Henry eyed you with a proud expression.

"Wait! Let's talk about this—"

"You've done enough talking."

Without another word, you ended the call and turned on do not disturb for the night. Sighing, you opted to disregard your phone entirely, tossing it somewhere behind you carelessly before fixing yourself a mug of tea. Quiet footsteps approached you from behind as you sipped the honeyed nectar.

"May I speak freely, ma'am?" He inquired stoically.

You chortled softly.

"You're not in the Royal Marines anymore, Cavill. You can say whatever you want."

He raised a thick brow at you. Prompting to ignore your sardonic remark.

"You're entirely too good for them," Henry confessed, his expression the softest you had even seen it.

His words stirred something deep in you. They left you speechless. And as he continued to speak, something within your soul clicked.

"I've been in combat. I've stared down some of the most immoral people through the barrel of my gun, but none of those people were quite like the ones I've encountered since I began working for you. Seeing those parasites leech off of you, taint you? It makes me...angry."

Finally, you let go. Allowing your tears to escape the confinements of your eyes, you felt every burden alleviate from your shoulders with every tear. With open arms, you ran into the only person who had ever protected you and laid your head on his chest. He caressed you like you were the most precious thing ever to exist.

"I want to run away." You hiccupped. "I want to get away from all of this and never come back ever again."

"I can make that happen, ma'am." Henry whispered, pressing his lips to your forehead soothingly. "Just say the word."

Giggling tearfully into his blazer, you squeezed him closer to you and deeply inhaled his scent. Henry frowned. You held him with closed fists, sorrow weighing heavily on your spirits like he was going to disappear at any moment. A feeling too familiar for the soldier.

“Just like that?”

A thick callused finger fondly stroked your cheek, causing you to remove your head from where it laid and look straight up at him.

“I don’t think it’s a secret that I’d do anything for you, ma’am.” Henry whispered. “I’ll take you far, far away from here if that is what you desire.”

“My family will have an aneurism.” You gulped.

The idea of leaving everything behind and living in a small, quaint town was just that, an idea. The truth of the matter was that you were trapped in this lifestyle. From the second you opened your mouth and carried a tune to now as a grown adult, your parents micromanaged every aspect of your career and manner of living. You firmly believed that was the last day they saw you as their child. From that day forward, you were a money making machine. An investment that they were waiting for to invest back into them. They had their hand in everything; your money, your team, who you worked with.

But they did something right, and that was hiring Henry for you.

The best of the best in more ways than they thought. He became your anchor. The one who kept you grounded through every storm that wrecked and uprooted you from safety. But now, you were ready to sail with him and never look back.

Without a single regret harbored in your soul, you leaned up and pressed your lips against his. He reciprocated your actions, meshing his lips against yours. Softly at first, but increasing in vigor with each kiss. Before you knew it, the two of you were haphazardly stumbling through the corridors of your home and into your bedroom. One by one you began ridding each other of your clothing, ripping them carelessly off each other’s bodies like they were the most repulsive things you have ever seen.

“I’ll call a jet.” Henry murmured against your lips, laying you down on the center of your bed and trailing feverish kisses down your body. “You can stay with me in South Kingston.”

You whimpered as his lips scorched the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

“Or I can relocate us to Jersey.” He placed a gentle kiss to your bead, cooing as your back arched and whines escaped your lips. “We can spend our days on the beach.”

Henry lifted his gaze.

“Open your eyes, my love.” He whispered gently, tangling his fingers with yours.

With all the power in you, you ripped your lids open and stared right into his heated gaze. The way he looked at you made tears rise in your eyes once again. He looked at you like you were the most previous thing in the entire universe. Like you could do absolutely no wrong. Like you were a goddess.

“I’ll take you anywhere you want. I’ll die making you the happiest woman in the world if I have to.”

And without another breath, he devoured you.

A wanton moan escaped your parted lips as his warm tongue laid flat against your heat before licking a slow and tantalizing stripe up your core before beginning to lap at your clit. The tip of the hot muscle circled it teasingly before trapping it between his lush lips. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as Henry began to suckle, noises that you weren’t even aware your body could produce filling up the room. You could hardly recognize yourself as you laid there in pure ecstasy, your bodyguard in between your legs drinking from your fountain like a man who had crawled through a droughted desert. You squeezed his hands tightly as the pleasure overwhelmed you. A thin veil of perspiration coated your body, pants increasing in speed as you drew nearer and nearer to your rapture.

“That’s it,” Henry praised. “That’s my girl. Come on,”

As if your body was wired to follow his every command, your resolve shattered, and you came harder than you ever have before. Henry secured your lower body as you writhed wildly, soothingly kissing the inside of your thighs and up your stomach until his nose was nuzzling yours. His hands released yours to caress your face lovingly. Once you descended from your high, you opened your eyes and pressed your forehead to his, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. The shoulders that carried every burden for you. He pressed his body to yours, holding you tightly against him. Close simply wasn’t close enough. Henry wanted nothing more than to fall into you.

“Jersey.” You whispered, your breath hitching as his length slid against your sensitive core torturously. “I want a house near the beach.”

Lifting your hips, you began to slowly grind against him. You could have come again at the look on his face alone; those big blue eyes were wide and blown, his pouty lips were parted as the prettiest noises came out of them like a symphony.

“Yes, ma’am.” He rasped.

“I want—” You breathed sharply as the head of his cock begins to spear you slowly. “I want to go to the farmer’s market every Sunday”

“Anything.”

Henry was nothing like you had ever felt before. Thick, long, and uncut, he stretched you deliciously. Reached immeasurable depths within your cavern that you didn’t even know existed. He began to thrust earnestly, burying his chiseled face into the side of your neck. To your surprise, the Brit was a noisy lover. He moaned and groaned shamelessly, relishing you and your velvety walls with no bounds. Slowly, he was turning you into a fiend. A world without him or the pure, unadulterated pleasure he was able to make you feel seemed was suddenly unimaginable.

“Take me away,” You cried. “Keep me forever.”

Pulling his head away from your neck, Henry rested his sweaty forehead against once more. His eyes were ablaze, a feral nature in them that you had never seen before. He grabbed your face firmly, squishing your cheeks together.

“Don’t tell me that if you don’t mean it.” He growled. “I’ll keep you locked away all to myself.”

“Do it.”

Without skipping a beat, he relentlessly began to pound into you, effectively fucking you into your mattress.

“You’re mine. Mine to protect, mine to hold, mine to fuck.”

“Henry!” You squealed. “I’m coming!”

“Come on, sweet girl. Come all over my cock for me. Drench it.”

A borderline guttural moan left your body, your soul liberating itself from the physical realm. Your lover followed suite, filling you with his seed and vigorously kissing your breath away as you both came back down to earth. The both of you laid in each other’s arms, the sounds of your breathing acting as white noise. Rolling over, Henry rearranged your fluffy covers around your bare bodies and snuggled into you from behind.

“This is a dangerous game we’re playing.” He murmured sleepily into your ear.

Turning around in his arms, you caressed his warm cheek.

“It’s not a game to me.” You spoke in a hushed tone. “You and me. Jersey. We leave all of this bullshit behind for good, and don’t look back.”

He closed his eyes, his features twisted into a look of contemplation before they relaxed into a small smile.

“I know some people.”

“Since the famous R&B singer left her label and management, there hasn’t been a single update on her. Her social media pages are still up, but there are no new posts. Meanwhile, it seems like her team is trying to do as much damage control as they can, promising her return along with some new music. What do you say, do you think this is just another celebrity tantrum, or is our favorite singer done for good?”

“I think she’s done. She crossed all her T’s, dotted all her I’s, and left quietly. Honestly, it seems like her team is the one throwing the tantrum now that their money maker has gone rogue. However, a couple of fans have said that they’ve spotted her in South Kensington a couple of times, but it seems like she’s switched locations once again because that was the last sighting of her.”

“You know what, apparently her bodyguard hasn’t gone M.I.A. too—”

Rolling your eyes in amusement, you turned the television off.

“They’re obsessed with me,” You snorted, plating tonight’s dinner neatly.

“You tend to do that to people.” Henry joked, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. “You should see all the conspiracy theories there are. Are you sure you aren’t one of those lizard people?”

You pouted.

“Would you still love me if I was one?”

“You know what, maybe it’s not too late to return you to Hollywood.”

Looking out of the floor to ceiling window adjacent to your dining table, you admired the view of you and Henry’s beautiful private beach. Leaning back into his embrace, you smiled fondly as he hummed into your ear, swaying you to the quiet music playing in the background.

This life was better than anything anyone could have ever wanted for you.

#henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x female reader #henry cavill x asian!reader #bodyguard!henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill smut #henry cavill

[english8muffin]

Spring Cleaning

Summary: Y/N surprises Henry in a cute maid outfit 

Warning: pure filth, smut, 18+, sex, bodily fluids

Word count: 942

Enjoy💕 If you did, don’t forget to comment and reblog!

“Darling?” Henry walks in from the hall, he freezes when he spots you bent over the kitchen counter, wearing only a tiny maids costume. Your bum was barely covered by the little black dress, white ruffles grazing over the soft skin.

“Hmm?” You play dumb, standing upright, a bright pink fluffy feather duster in hand and doing your utter best to look innocent. Now that he could see your full frame, he had to steady himself against the door frame. The top was extremely low cut, displaying your boobs very nicely. His eyes were glued to you, one hand firmly gripping the wooden frame the other balled up pressed to his mouth, as if he had to keep himself from screaming.

“What on Gods green earth do you think you’re doing?” It came out like a strangled whisper.

“Cleaning,” you say in a sing-song voice, leaning back on the counter again. You look at him from under your lashes.

“I can see that, but why are you wearing that?”

“Don’t you like it, daddy?” You send him a pout, making the best doe eyes and saunter toward him. You stand in front of him and turn around to face away from him, pushing your ass against his front, letting him feel you weren’t wearing any panties.

Henry gulps, closing his eyes for a second, trying to compose himself.

“I have a video call in 15 minutes,” he mumbles, whining like a child being denied to have dessert. He looks at you pleadingly, he really, really wanted to give in to you, but he really needed to get ready for his online meeting.

“Better make them worth your while huh, daddy?” You press yourself into his side, letting him feel your hardened nipples through the thin fabric and start to play with the dark chest hair that was peaking out of his shirt. Your other hand teasingly dips lower and lower, until you’re palming him through his dark jeans. He was already hard, which definitely inflated your echo.

“Please, fuck me, daddy,” you beg, batting your lashes up at him. You were just so in the mood to reenact a cliché porn scene and you knew he wanted it just as bad. It was so close, you just had to drive him over the edge.

It seemed to work, Henry peaked open one of his eyes almost fully letting his guard down and lets out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. All you had to do was give him a little nip at his neck and press your hand down a little firmer. 

A loud smack echos through the room and your bum feels like it’s on fire. “Bend over the counter, kitten.” His voice drips with authority, brows pinched together making him look scarier and more demanding. You nearly couldn’t contain your eager giggle, quickly skipping back to the kitchen, and gladly bending over the cold counter, arching your back as much as possible. 

“You’ve been a really bad girl, teasing me and prancing around without any knickers,” he grumbles, hand now soothing over your red ass cheek. You bite your lip, gazing at him over your shoulder. You hear the sound of his zipper and a moment later he’s pressed against your back. You whine, really wanting him inside of you, maybe if you moved your hips a little lower he would accidentally slip inside. But your intentions are stopped by the tight hold on your hips.

“You were just desperate for some attention, weren’t you, doll?” He mocks, his hand firmly grips around your throat, lightly choking you, the other pushing on your lower stomach, letting you feel his hard groin pressed against you.

He towered over your body, making you feel small and dominated. Several hot open mouthed kisses were pressed to your neck and shoulders, distracting you when he swiftly plunged his full length inside your dripping wet core. He watched as your mouth hung open, silently screaming, your eyes filled with tears from the pleasure. 

“You’re so pretty when you’re being stuffed,” Henry grunts, squeezing your throat a little harder. “You love acting like an angel, while I fuck you like a little whore?” He was still thrusting into you like a mad man, making it difficult for you to focus on what he was saying. 

“Answer me!” He slaps your ass, making you jump from surprise. 

“Yes, daddy, please,” you whine out to him, pushing yourself harder against him. 

“You like being a good girl, right doll? Always so polite,” he praises, before pulling out of you and lifting you up to sit on the edge of the counter. He wastes no time sinking himself back between your lower lips.

“I’m gonna fill you up, darling. Pump your pretty little pussy full with my cum.” His baritone voice thundered through your body, right to your centre. He starts slowing down his pace, thrusting his hips as deep as possible. Your walls start to tremble, legs turning into jello. He feels you letting go and soon follows. He lets go and flows your walls with his cum, cursing while doing so. 

Completely fucked out and panting like you just ran a marathon, you watch as Henry pulls out of you, resulting in his white cream oozing out of you and onto the freshly cleaned counter. 

“Guess you have to start all over again, my love,” he mumbles into you hair. He pulls his jeans back up and wanders off into his study, setting up his computer for the online meeting...

“Yeah, I’m a bit late, the missus had a little problem in the kitchen.”

Welcome to bible study, we’re all children of Jesus 😌

My masterlist can be found HERE!

Want to be notified whenever I post something?

HERE IS MY TAG LIST!

Tag list: @crazybutconfidentaf // @joupym // @hehehehannahthings

#henry cavill #henry cavill fic #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill one shot #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x asian!reader #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill smut #henry cavill drabble #english8muffin #english8muffin fics #smut

[brandycranby]

dye my hair blonde for you

summary: maybe Sy loves you and maybe it’s an act

pairing: Captain Syverson x unnamed asian reader (leaning heavily towards east, but *throws up hands* it could be south or southeast or even central, I dunno, run wild young hearts)

warning(s): angst, anxiety, self-hatred, mentions of perceived or expected racism, excessive use of commas

a/n: my first reader-insert thingy; um, yay for growing up with eurocentric beauty ideals?

the idea that sy likes peach pie goes to @feralrunaway and I ran off with it (sorry, thank you!!)

also DISCLAIMER I am Chinese, any description of the reader’s features with any grain of hatred is a reflection of how I still perceive myself today. Not saying it’s right, it’s never right but wow I was in a well of self-hatred when I wrote this.

~ * ---- * ~

Was he aware? Did he feel it like you did? Dangling above your heads like some old guillotine, wicked glinting. 

Our differences, I mean

Dear Captain, your Captain.

I wish I was made for you

You felt it fizzling across your skin, searing you alive in local stores, during the farmer’s market, in front of his army colleagues and their pristine southern wives.

Why am I here? Look at the mirror, china doll, don’t kid yourself

He would have said something if he noticed, your Sy, so gentle, so warm with his broad palms, scarred and pink, forever red in his head.

So considerate to not notice how yellow you are as he gently thumbs your arms and brush kisses across your shoulders. As he threads his hands through your hair, spilling pin-straight black, and pulls it away from your neck.

You squeeze your eyes closed as he ghosts his lips over your face. His whiskers tickling your flat cheeks as he nuzzles at your temples.

Wonderful tender man, tell me what to change. I’d do it for you.

Why didn’t it matter to him, all those bottles you pushed into his fridge? Soy sauce, oyster sauce, the fish sauce, chili paste, and a dozen jars of marinade. Why didn’t he complain? Why did he make them fit?

The drawers overflowing with steamers, chopsticks, glazed spoons. A massive steel wok hanging on a hook he hammered in the kitchen wall. The massive bag of rice he hefted into the house across his shoulders, twice the price you’d buy back on the east coast.

Just for me. Why me, love, what do you see in me that I can’t?

His eyes are soft, blue like some fantasy ocean. You can’t meet them, you stare at the pie dish instead - the crust lodged rock hard in your throat, peach fillling over-sweet, sticky on the table.

What a wife you have, Captain, I’m sorry.

He furrows his brows a tad and maybe that’s the last straw. Your tears blister-burn down, down your pancake flat face and you fold into yourself like fifth-grade origami because you know nothing and are worth nothing -

and the kitchen chair screeches as Sy stands and this is the part where he’ll tell you what a fucking failure you are.

Give me your hatred, I can bear it. You can’t, really, you’d shatter.

Your legs are warm where he kneels in between them, his gruff bearded face all you can see as he cups your cheeks with his burly hands. His chest rumbles with his baritone hum while he rubs a circle on your jaw and tucks your hair behind your ear.

“Sy, I’m- “

“Shush.”

“But it-”

“It weren’t that bad, sweet, no’ bad at all.”

He lifts a side of his mouth into a soft smile and presses his forehead against yours, the short fuzzy crop of his hair tickling where it touches.

A goddamn failure -

“Preciate you, peach, every part of ya.”

#henry cavill #captain syverson #captain syverson x reader #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x asian reader #captain syverson x asian reader #my writing

[milky-maid-library]

Pointing out the angle and impact of murder weapon and thanks to your help, Sherlock solves the case and asks you do be his colleagues despite being known to work alone.

#sherlock holmes imagine #sfw imagine #enola holmes 2020 #henry cavill #sherlock holmes (enola holmes) #Sherlock Holmes (Enola holmes) x reader #Sherlock Holmes (Enola holmes) x female reader #Sherlock Holmes (Enola holmes) x Asian female reader

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

Third time’s a Charm (Prologue)

Characters: Escort! Henry Cavill x small! Asian reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Virginity being taken. Payment in exchange for some ‘nooky’. Kinda Sugar mommy because you’re spending money for this man? Any filthy shit. We’ll get more specific soon. Reader having a conservative family. Asian reader. Smut, smut, smut. More detailed warnings will be included in every chapters I post. This fic is strictly and explicitly NSFW 18+ okay. Anyone who’s going to police me on this AU can go talk to my middle finger. 

A/N: So, yeah. There ain’t much Henry fics out there for Asians like I. It makes me sad to see nothing for Asian readers. So, here I am. Making the most out of it since I AM one. 🤗💕 I have other x reader fics where it ain’t Asian so you can just visit my masterlist in my blog profile if you don’t like this. Thank you! 

General taglist for Henry Cavill: @agniavateira​, @iloveyouyen​, @rahdaleigh​, @silverkitten547​, @henrythickcavill​, @kaatelyyynn​, @marvelousell​, @madelinelina​, @summersong69​, @raynosaurus-rex​, @evansislife​

TAGLIST IS OPEN FOR THIS ONE! If you want to be tagged, comment on this post or DM me. Thank you!

COCOON OF BITTERSWEET, BODY WARMTH.  The feeling of misty, dried up perspiration grazing along your skins that faded after hours of heavenly pleasure. Moon light glimmering along the velvety, tender cotton filled duvet wrapped around you. Alongside came was a Herculean gentleman snuggled on your side.

The dead of the night finally came with someone to cuddle up with; a moment you have been waiting for years of staying all alone in your penthouse. Solitude and quietude being your partners in life until this particular man came into your life---though, it was a free choice to decide and let him in.

His arm was heavy and comfortable around your waist as he slept quietly through the night. The way he was cuddling beside you felt like a place he deserved to be in---a moment that you didn't expect to see and experience. Henry's bare skin on yours plucking your heartstrings with his fingers, taunting and playful for it was all the kinship has ever been with him.

Just pure falsity of what it felt to be in a relationship with a man like Henry.

"You know what's the problem with me?" you quietly whispered towards the sleeping bear of a man. A beat of silence filled the room after you've felt him unconsciously nuzzle his nose closer to your side, his growing stubble tickling your shoulder along with his breath hitting your painted neck filled with his own bite marks; greedy for possession over this sole contract and payment happening between you both.

The softest, deepest involuntary hum has been heard from his sudden shift. His face invading the personal space you've forbid any man to experience because of how uncomfortable and awkward it felt for you. Henry's voice sending ripples of overwhelming vibration inside your soul and heart.

"I immediately fall for a man who shows the tiniest bit of kindness towards me. I'm broken. Filled with issues of herself and one simple, sweet gesture is enough to sway me over. What a dumb girl I am,"

You've subtly turned your head to see his features up close and personal. Placid and continuously showing how lovely and beautiful he can still be despite taking deep slumbers and completely unaware of your eyes admiring the beauty laying unconscious for your lost affections to cease from her oddment of wanting him to stay perched beside you forever.

"What more if I already gave my virginity to you when I hardly let any man near me," pause. "---maybe paying for an escort was a mistake after all. Especially for a man like you, Henry."

A delicate peck on his stubbly cheek has got him furrowing those thick brows of his; reacting in a way that embraced your heart with a surprising fondness you didn't expect to realize after paying his time for the third time already---the harmless dates and unexpected trysts being the reason for your established affection for him. His endearment for you quietly slipping past his mouth like a curse bound to fill your mind with havoc for your fragile, wounded heart.

"Nugget." It was a mere whisper of a call. His eyes still shut closed with a small, dazed smile that lighted up your night. The tender curls of his hair falling on his forehead and temples which automatically had you brushing his hair away from his face, making him burrow his face further. Feeling the weary strength of his fingers grab onto the nape of your neck, pushing you to his face as his lips puckered to give you a soundly kiss.

Tonight will be the last rendezvous you have planned for him, not wanting to demand for his presence to be a constant addiction that will affect your life when you've been too used to having him around. Three days---three days is all it takes for your money to be wasted over a man who eventually sneaked past the doors to your heart.

Questions from your conservative family will be sent to you especially from your mother who had a joined bank account with yours. Your mind wandering at how it was going to be explained that you have spent over less than twenty thousand dollars for an escort---a Gigolo you've paid to get fucked over and over again.

Perhaps, curiosity will always be a person's worst foe in a world that was needed more love than hate and high-level satisfactions that people have wanted to achieve.

FEEDBACKS WILL BE NICE TO RECEIVE, BB’S! Chapter 1 is done already. I might post chapter 1 when I’m done with chapter 2. Might take longer because I have other fics too. Hehehe.

#henry cavill #henry cavill x you #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill au #henry cavill smut #henry cavill series #hc #henry cavill x female reader #Henry cavill x small!fem!reader #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill rpf #rpf

[greenorangevioletgrass]

okay so here are the fics i got coming up:

red right hand pt. 2 (mob!harry h.)

to feel good (harry styles fluff)

it only takes a taste (sam holland x southeast asian!reader fluff/smut)

i put a spell on you (bratty sub!henry cavill smut. thanks @emilykjh 😜)

pls pray that the writing gods treat me well 🙏🙏🙏

#ava rambles #harry holland imagine #harry styles imagine #sam holland imagine #henry cavill imagine #my wip

[emjayewrites]

25 Days of Cavill Writing Challenge

It’s the most wonderful time of the year! *cues Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas”*

In celebration of the holiday festivities, we are going to have 25 Days of Cavill! Now you can write for any holiday in December (i.e. Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, etc.). To participate in this challenge, here are the rules: 

1. Romantic character opposite of Cavill must be either Black or POC/WOC (i.e. biracial as long as mixed with a POC/African-American, Asian, Latina/Latinx, Hispanic, African American, Caribbean, Pacific Islander, Native American, African, etc.)

2. Must involve Henry Cavill or one of his many characters. 

3. Must be either a oneshot, drabble, or headcanon. 

4. Must be holiday-themed

5. If NSFW or NON-CON, please add a warning at the top. 

6. Please no minor x adult relationships

How to tag for the challenge: 

Ex. 

Name of oneshot, drabble, headcanon: Holiday Shopping With Henry

Characters/Persons involved: Henry Cavill x Asian Female Reader

Challenge: 25 DAYS OF CAVILL by @emjayewrites

Warnings: fluffy, smut, etc. 

A/N: Use this for a brief summary and link to your personal masterlist if you have one. 

REMEMBER TO HAVE FUN AND TO TAG ME SO I CAN REBLOG AND LINK IT TO MY BLOG. HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!

#25 days of cavill challenge #henry cavill fanfiction #sherlock holmes #geralt of rivia #clark kent #nomis #napoleon solo #the man from u.n.c.l.e. #superman #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill x black reader #henry cavill x woc reader #henry cavill x woc oc

[battlestar-royco]

Let’s settle this once and for all: are the Illyrians MOC?

So, in writing the answer to this ask, I FINALLY put two and two together on something: another reason why SJ/M’s constant use of “golden-brown” to describe the I/llyrians doesn’t sit right is because that’s literally the only indication that they are MOC. Looking at fan art, it’s clear that some artists are going for a non-white skin tone. If so, then why don’t they look like MOC? Why is there so much contention and confusion around whether or not these men are white? I have been subconsciously baffled by this phenomenon for years, since AC0MAF came out in 2016. I don’t know why this took me so long to conclude, because people have been essentially saying the same thing about POC in SJ/M’s books since AC0MAF dropped, but here is the reason: in both the books and the art, their complexion is the only thing that indicates they are MOC. There’s a lot, as they say, to unpack here. This is gonna get long (seriously, RIP to your thumbs. I promise it’s half photos). Snip.

The Golden-Brown Suitcase

So. We have descriptions such as these (all emphasis mine; special thanks to @longsightmyth​ for pulling many quotes and citations!)...

1. about C/assian and A/zriel: “Like their High Lord, the males---warriors---were dark-haired, tan-skinned. But unlike Rhys, their eyes were hazel...”  (AC0MAF, pg. 140 B&N ebook).

2. “Cassian surveyed Rhys from head to foot, his shoulder-length black hair shifting with the movement” (140).

3. about A/zriel: “But the second male, the more classically beautiful of the two... Even the light shied from the elegant planes of his face” (140).

4. “I could have sworn Rhys’s golden-brown skin paled” (AC0WAR, pg. 223 Kindle edition).

5. “Color bloomed high on Azriel’s golden-brown cheeks” (254).

6. “I tried to catch Cassian’s gaze, but he was monitoring them closely, his golden-brown skin unnaturally pale” (280).

7. “But Nesta’s pale fingers gently probed his golden-brown skin” (514).

... spawning fan art en masse like this:

art courtesy: x x x

What’s wrong with this (these) picture(s)? They are white men with the complexions of MOC. The fandom (and thus artists) have nothing but “golden-brown” (a term that is notably introduced in AC0WAR, one installment after the I/llyrians first appear) to go on, so they default to imagining the I/llyrians as tanned Henry Cavill, Nikolaj Coster-Waldau, Viggo Mortensen types. You could simply lighten the value of the above artworks (but please DO NOT do this) and have white men. THIS is why, despite the golden-brown descriptor and the Darker-Than-Fayre skin tones in the fandom art, there is so much debate and confusion around whether or not the I/llyrians are MOC. Golden-brown skin with straight black hair, straight noses, and round light eyes do not a man of color make. Why not? Because “golden-brown” is a very nebulous term that can apply to countless skin tones and ethnicities. Some examples (... your THUMBS I’m so sorry slafajklsk):

^ Indian,

^ Mexican,

^ Guatemalan,

^ Hawaiian,

^ Afro-Caribbean,

^ and Filipino. For starters.

Now, why is it that upon first glance, you can tell that all the men in these photos are not white? Because race is constructed such that we can immediately identify it, whether subconsciously or consciously. We’re socially conditioned to recognize this in other people and immediately ascribe our own perception of their race and ethnicity onto them. Not only can you tell they are not white, but you also have a ballpark idea of where in the world they are from. Note the wide variance in thickness and texture of hair (head, facial, and body); the cool and warm undertones that change by the person; the wide, ridged, and/or downturned noses; eye shape, body type etc. So why can’t we put a finger on what the I/llyrians are supposed to look like as MOC? Why do so many people perceive them as white? Because SJ/M has no target ethnicity for the I/llyrians, meaning that they have no clarifying features to imply one specific ethnic background in the text or fan art. All we know for sure about the I/llyrians is that they are dark-haired, darker complected than the A/rcheron sisters, and they pale and blush. Vagueness regarding race always causes fandom to default to white, thus the general “tan white dudes” interpretation of the I/llyrians.

The Illyrian Suitcase

We’ve now come across another suitcase within this entire I/llyrian Ethnicity Moving Truck of stuff we need to unpack: the smidge of evidence that the I/llyrians are inspired by somewhere in the MENA region. Given the harem pants and henna-reminiscent tattoos that appear in the Nite Court, plus the mosques and clothing that appear in fandom edits and art, general “MENA” may be the closest approximation to I/llyrian ethnicity. However, the problems snowball from here.

1. The MENA label is far too general to treat as one single race/ethnicity. General fandom perception/depiction of I/llyrians does not nearly encompass the multitude of appearances someone could have if they are from the MENA region. Harem pants and henna are used in multiple countries, so it is impossible to pin down a non-monolithic appearance with just the Nite Court attire and “golden-brown” description.

2. The Nite Court and the I/llyrians are two separate entities. Not all V/elaris residents are I/llyrian, not all Nite courtiers are I/llyrian, and not even all Inner Circle members are I/llyrian. Therefore, we cannot conflate the Nite clothing and tattoos with I/llyrian culture.

3. This leads me to my next point: we still have white and non-I/llyrian characters wearing harem pants and tattoos. Fayre, M0r, and A/mren’s attire is not culturally meaningful to the Nite Court. It also clashes with sweaters and leggings, dresses made of chiffon, bell sleeves, and Elie Saab-reminiscent designs (ie Starfall, Court of Nightmares). Thus, the attire loses all internal consistency and meaning beyond the mood SJ/M wishes to set for a given scene, making the implication that their outerwear is meant to be sexy or aesthetic rather than culturally significant.

4. The I/llyrians as a race of POC meaninglessly perpetuate stereotypes. Granted, sexism exists in high fae society (ie Fayre being paraded as “Rice’s whore” in the CoN, M/or being treated as a commodity and broodmare, the lack of High Ladies), so the misogyny and violence against women are not unique to I/llyrians. We also get more than one I/llyrian main character, so they are not a complete monolith. But there are still issues. One, the I/llyrians are oppressed by the high fae. It is well documented that the high fae are the dominant race and look down upon lesser fae. This dichotomy has yet to be unpacked by SJ/M. Two, I/llyrian women are oppressed by I/llyrian men (wing-cutting, commodification, gender roles, etc). There are absolutely zero fleshed out I/llyrian women, so the only information we have about their experience and existence is through Fayre’s eyes and Rice’s word. This framing is white feminist at best, white savior-y at worst. Three, we only know I/llyrians who have assimilated into high fae culture. Rice, the High Lord, is half high fae and half I/llyrian. Only he and his friends, I/llyrians who have been “elevated” from bastard/oppressed I/llyrian status, know better than the other more “savage” I/llyrians. Coincidence? I think not.

The Lucien Suitcase

All this gets even more confusing when you consider the fact that SJ/M uses “golden-brown” as a blanket non-white coding tool. In the T0G series, at LEAST the following characters are described as golden-brown: S/artaq (T0D, pg. 345 Kindle edition), Nesrin (K0A, 180), and Irene (403). In AC0WAR, at LEAST the following are described as golden-brown: the I/llyrians, Vassa (685), and L/ucien (183, 302, 456). Our best approximation is that S/artaq and Nesrin are South Asian given their southern continent origin, Irene is part-black given her E/yllwe father, Vassa is... golden brown, and L/ucien is part black and part white. The term is used so frequently that it is meaningless as an indicator for race. We’ve again found the golden-brown suitcase, which in SJ/M’s novels encases allll the aforementioned ethnicities and more. Again, this causes very anglicized and/or inconsistent looks to pop up in fan art:

x

x

x

Conclusion

it seems that the I/llyrians are MOC, based on the fact that they and other POC are frequently described as “golden-brown.” That said, the golden-brown descriptor is not enough. The I/llyrians do not serve their purpose as representative characters because they are not easily identifiable to their target demographic, nor are they a positive representation. In a social context where we are so trained to recognize these things, explicit media representation is much preferred, if not necessary. It is the reader’s prerogative---namely, non-white readers’ prerogative---to interpret these characters how they wish. We’d be unpacking a whole other house if we were to go into the meaning behind L/ucien as a black man, Irene as a black woman, Nesrin as South Asian, etc, and that is for another day. Thanks so much for reading all this way if you got this far. I know I’m extra, sorry. The creative writing/women’s and gender studies major jumped out lmao. My inbox is always open if you want to parse that out or if you have any further questions!

#anti sjm #anti acotar #anti tog #anti sjm: illyrians #anti sjm: rhysand #anti sjm: lucien

[english8muffin]

Cozy winter

Summary: going to the market, being cheeky in the parking lot and a warm cuddly morning sprinkled with some funny-business

Warning: Cute banter, smut (NSFW), fluff

Word count: Around 5300 words!

I want to open this with one of my favorite quotes ever, so if you allow me ;)

“Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”  -Kurt Vonnegut 

“We need muffins.”

“We don’t NEED muffins, what we need are some fresh fruit and vegetables, ” Henry butts in. You frown and look up at him, “Oh whatever, Hen. You eat your greens, beans, potatoes and tomatoes, while I get fat by munching on some sweet, sweet, delicious chocolate muffins.”

 He sends you a smirk from across the aisle. It was always fun to do mundane things, like going to get coffee together or grocery shopping, when he was home from filming. The last year you went to university it was very hard to be away from him for such a long time, especially when you still lived in Europe. You would fly over to England once in a blue moon, when Henry was in London and your schedule would allow it. Other times your relationship existed out of phone and video calls. It was a rough period, if you have to be honest. But It made the two of you closer and your bond stronger. It’s true what they say, absence does make the heart grow fonder. 

You let Henry know you were going to get the ingredients for the muffins and start pushing the shopping cart in the direction of the baking supplies. As you walk back to the fresh produce section, you get distracted. So many colorful packaging was just screaming your name…

“What the- lovey! I thought you were going to get your muffin ingredients,” Henry cackles and almost doubles over seeing the now full shopping cart.

It took you a second to answer, a bit too focused on his beautiful face and the smile lines that appeared when he laughed. You quickly try to defend yourself, so he doesn’t think you have no self-control, even though, you know your eyes were bigger than your stomach.

“No! I did get them, they’re just underneath the other bags,” you trail off, eyes drifting to the floor. You sigh, “I just saw this aisle with all the snacks. These magnificent snacks. And, Hen, I’ve never wanted anything more in my whole life! And, Hen-Henry! Henry, listen! Stop laughing at me! It was a moment of weakness! You can’t judge me! You don’t even know how they taste, I promise you, you will understand once you take a bite of everything!”

Henry wipes away a small tear at the corner of his eye and kisses the top of your head. You stroll around the aisles, trying to work through the rest of your grocery list, but suddenly you stop dead in your tracks.

“Hen,” you say, trying to get his attention. He gives you a hum in return, letting you know he heard you, “why on god’s green earth does my grocery list say ‘sex’?” You tilt your head up to his face, seeing a bashful grin. 

You shake your head, clicking your tongue disapprovingly, “it isn’t even on top of the list! You put your oatmeal protein shake before sex, fuck, you even put curry before sex, you really need to get your priorities straight!”

After getting some more stuff, like pak choi, steak, tofu and the ingredients for Henry’s beloved curry you always make him, you walk to the register. 

The petite Asian lady gives you a smile and takes a little peak at Henry, who was too busy looking at the various Chinese cough drops that are displayed in front of the counter. Her brows rise behind her thick glasses, “哇，大帅哥。你很幸运啊。” (Wow, big handsome man. You are very lucky, ah.) She says, turning back to you and winking. You can’t help but chuckle. Grinning you send her an ‘I know’-look.

Hearing your laugh, Henry looks over his shoulder with a questioning look. But you just smile and shake your head.

You two quickly get everything in the reusable shopping bags you brought with you. It was getting late and more people were getting off of work and wanted to do some last-minute grocery shopping. Henry takes both of the flower printed bags and the two of you walk to the car. It was getting colder, your breath turning into puffs of smoke. You look up at the sky glooming over you. They promised snow tonight. 

Seeing Henry load the bags in the trunk, his ass proudly sticking out in the air, you give it a pinch. You just couldn’t resist. It was just there, so you better make use of the situation. 

Feeling your hand touch his behind, Henry turns around, an unamused look on his face.

“Excuse me, miss. But that is mine,” he says, really playing up his posh accent.  “I sure hope you disinfected those filthy little paws of yours.” He cutely scrunches his nose, doing a once over and trying so hard to keep himself from smiling, but failing miserably. He turns back around and arranges the bags in the booth so they won’t tip over.

There is a moment of silence, just the noise from cars driving up and off the parking. From the corner his eye Henry sees the stare you give him but ignores it with a small smirk.

“You know,” you begin with a cheeky undertone, making him curious, “I bet I could kick your ass,” you grin, looking at him and trying to gauge his reaction. 

“What was that, doll?”

“You heard me, big lad!”

“Oh really?” He asks and looks at you, towering over you like a brick wall. His eyes glimmering with mischief. Yeah, no, this was NOT a good idea. 

You squirm a little and a small nervous giggle leaves your lips.

“Yes, I can. Watch m-AHHHH! HENRY!” You squeal as he lifts you and throws you over his shoulder, fully forgetting you are in public. “Let me down, you caveman!” You laugh, slapping his left ass cheek. But he ignores your plea and just slaps your ass in return. 

Wiggling a little, you challenge him, “Beat me up! Come on, do it!” 

He turns his head and playfully bites the exposed skin by your hip, making you shriek like a little kid. 

Henry lets out a loud belly laugh and puts you back on your feet. As soon as the tips of your Dr. Martens touch the pavement, you get pushed against the car. Trapping you between the icy cold black metal and his warm body. His arm goes around your waist and pulls you closer to his front.

“I love you.” The words are hushed but you hear them loud and clear, making a shiver go down your spine. The both of you look at each other, completely enamored and grinning like idiots. Noses and the apples of your cheeks rosy, bitten from the cold.

“I love you too,” you whisper back. His hand glides inside your coat and underneath the thick knitted jumper you finished to other day. He just needed to feel you. You lean up a little and gently push your lips to his, adoring the familiar warmth that fell over you whenever you’d kiss. Before you can come in for a second smooch, he frowns at you. 

“Thought you were going to beat my ass?” He mocks, trying to imitate your accent. 

Lightly tapping your finger against your chin, you pretend to be in thought. 

“Well, this is much more fun.”

“Hmm, agreed,” he grins, already eyeing your red swollen lips and tilting his head towards yours. 

You hear heavy footsteps coming closer, the wooden floorboards slightly creaking under the weight. It was getting dark outside, the overhead lights in the kitchen casting a homey hue down on the oak countertops. Your ‘cooking playlist’ was filling the room with some gentle tunes. You also had a ‘dancing in the kitchen playlist’ but that one was mostly used in the mornings. You hum along to the melody when stirring in the stew you were preparing for the evening, rocking your hips side to side. The stew was softly bubbling away, spreading an amazing aroma around the house. 

The footsteps stop behind you. A moment later two big, sweater wrapped arms envelop around you, delicately caressing you. Henry lovingly pulls your loose braid to the side and places his head onto your shoulder, trying to get a peak at what was in front of you on the stove. 

“What smells so good in here?” Just then Henry’s stomach makes a loud grumbling noise from the mouthwatering smell going on in the kitchen, you chuckle. 

He had been gaming before this, you could hear the tiredness in his voice, it was a bit lower and more hoarse than normal. Whenever he was tired like this, he’d just turn into your big cuddly bear, you loved it. 

Dinner was almost done. You made one of the dishes your grandma used to make for you when you were younger. You won’t lie, it was pretty difficult at first to decipher the little recipe she send you in the post, but now you knew it by heart. 

“Cantonese style braised beef stew with white radish, bean curd sheets and a side of rice,” you inform him and brush your hand over his, that was placed on your stomach. Hearing that, he has to make sure he’s not drooling.

“And for dessert…” You nod your head toward the piping hot apple crumble pie currently cooling on the kitchen island. “We still have some vanilla ice cream if you want to have that with your pie. I know you want to be healthy, but I just really wanted to make a pie and this one does have filling,” you ramble, joking on the last part about the filling. He probably thought you were pestering him with his diet that most likely didn’t allow him to eat it. 

You wince a bit, feeling him tense against you. “You don’t have to eat it, my love, promise!”

“No petal, you’re just… you’re just so perfect,” Henry admits, pressing a kiss just below the strap of the pistachio green apron you were wearing, nuzzling his nose in your tousled hair.

It was a gloomy Saturday morning in London. If your alarm hadn’t gone off, you wouldn’t have known it was morning already.

Yesterday after dinner, the two of you cuddled up on the sofa, under a warm blanket with Kal snuggled up on your lap. His head resting in your lap, while his tail occasionally slapped Henry in the face, making you burst out laughing and Henry almost choke on the fur. The akita would fondly press his snout deeper against you, really loving the head scratches he was receiving. Both you and Henry were fully satisfied with the tasty dinner you had paired with a glass of wine and were now cheekily flirting with each other while watching a detective movie, of which you missed the plot because you were, well, differently occupied…

Now the bedroom held a calm, soft aura, a dim light streaming in through the linen curtains. You let out a little whimper, not wanting to leave the bubble you are in and stretch out your limbs. A bit sore from sleeping in a weird angle, amongst other things. Behind you, you hear a small sound of protest and before you know it, you are engulfed by a strong arm. Henry hides his face in the side of your neck, keeping his eyes closed, groaning, clearly displeased with the fact it was morning already. 

You smile, this was your favorite kind of morning. Warm and cozy in bed, cuddling with your boyfriend. You turn around, careful to not let any cold air under the duvet, your arm going around the large form beside you and curling your fingers in the mess of curly hair. Henry moaned, burying his face lower, between your breasts. Now fully content and still a bit dazed by sleep, he lets out the most awful snore. Even though he sounded like a drowning goat when he snored, you couldn’t do anything other than coo and gently scratch your fingers on his scalp, lovingly gazing at the man beside you. 

“Are we going to be lazy couch potatoes today?” You chuckle, placing a kiss on his forehead, wild curls tickling your nose as you do so. Your voice was still a little raspy, but Kal apparently still heard you, and pushed open the door to come snuggle in bed with his favorite humans. 

“What time is it?” Henry groans. 

“Around 8.”

“We can be busy bees if you want,” Henry whispered against the swell of your breast, peppering delicate kisses on the bare skin. “Or better yet, busy bunnies.”

Kal was now situated on the end of the bed, head on his paws while the serenity of the room made him doze off. His dad on the other hand was now slowly waking up, as his hand crept lower and lower over your body. You giggled and pushed his hand away.

“There is a child present ,” you motion towards a sleeping Kal, who lays stretched out on the feathery duvet, already heading off to dreamland looking content as ever. Henry lifts his head, peering at his buddy and snorts, “he’s seen much worse, haven’t you bear?” But he doesn’t get acknowledged. 

Laying his head back, he reaches up to push your hair out of your face before grabbing your cheek and pulling you down for a kiss. He places three kisses on your swollen lips, lightly sucking on the bottom one.

“May-,” you try to say something, but he just pushes his mouth harder against yours. Quickly taking the opportunity to stop you from making excuses. A hoarse chuckle rumbles from his chest, as he wraps you in his arms.

“Stop talking, woman, and kiss me back.” You let out a small moan and grip the curls you were playing with moments ago. He deepens the kiss slightly, tongue invading your mouth, surprising you. A subdued hum escapes your mouth, resulting in him grabbing the back of your neck, as the other rests on your hip. The kiss gets deeper and more passionate as the minutes go by. Getting a bit overwhelmed you pull back slowly, softy panting. 

“Hmm, so sweet, darling,” he says smugly, earning a little smack to the chest as a bright blush covers your cheeks. Like it wasn’t already hard enough to resist him and stay in the warm bed all morning, he does this. Henry rolls your naked body over so you’re straddling him, a large hand wraps itself around your hair. He tugs, not too hard though, so he has more access to shower open mouthed kisses on your neck and chest. Leaving you a breathless mess on top of him. His hands trail from the top of your back to your rear, squeezing your cheeks before giving them a fast slap, making you take in a breath. 

From all the shuffling, little snickers and kissing noises, Kal woke up and groaned, irritated that his humans couldn’t just hanky-panky somewhere else. With a last disapproving look, he jumps off the bed, landing with a thump. From the sound of paws hitting the wooden floor and toddling down the stairs, you look over your shoulder, duvet falling down so you sat there fully naked, much to Henry’s delight. 

Then you felt it. It was normal for Henry to get hard in the morning. To be honest, he would be a bit worried if his cock wasn’t hard first thing when waking up.

Involuntarily you grind down, drawing a heavy moan from deep in his chest. Holding intense eye contact with him, you start humping over his bare front, mewling like a kitten in heat. It was embarrassing how he had you wrapped around his finger. A cheeky smile formed on his face, “look who came around.” Your body was practically begging for sex. 

Pouting, you keep on moving your hips in a tantalizing slow rhythm, scratching at his hairy chest. Making sure you kept your eyes on his, he licked his three middle fingers and a second later you feel him reaching between your thighs, wiping his fingers down your slit. Tensing up a little, you try to hold back a grunt at the sensation. 

“Oh darling,” he started, his voice going an octave lower, “what a mess you’ve made.”

He pulls back and observes your reaction when he pops his finger in his mouth.

“Wet and sweet, like always.”

“You are so nasty,” you whisper in total awe at what he manages to do to your body. He snickers and you quickly grab his hand, pushing it back between your thighs, “I didn’t tell you to stop, though.”

Your jaw goes slack, the moment you feel his thick fingers moving in and out of you. He was hitting just the right spot, making you groan and throw your head back. He felt like he couldn’t hold back anymore, he quickly flips you over so he’s on top of you, fully trapping you underneath his body and smashes his mouth on yours. Everything was happening so fast that you couldn’t pay attention to every incredible thing he was making you feel. Taking his cock in hand, he rubs his shaft against you, up and down, pressing it so you could feel the length. You look up at him, veins bulging in his neck, eyes dark, face already becoming flushed. God, he was so sexy. Grabbing your legs, he pushes your knees back so you were completely spread open and at his mercy. 

He curses under his breath and lines himself up with you sticky center. Stifling your moans and pants, by pressing his lips to yours, when he slowly sinks his thick cock inside. 

“Oh my god,” you whine, feeling him stretching your walls apart, pushing himself deeper and deeper. 

“Y’feel so warm and tight, my love. M’so hard it hurts.” Henry whines against your lips, lacing his fingers in between yours. He trails kisses in your neck and under your ear, trying to get as close to you as possible. He loved feeling your body against his. Your walls were so plushy and wet for his cock, he wanted to stay buried in you forever. 

“M’gonna make you feel so good, darling,” he whispers in your ear. You whine softly, getting worked up, “please.”

He smirked, obviously liking your plea. 

Instead of giving you a nice, hard pounding, Henry wanted to go slow. It was still very early in the morning, the both of you still barely awake and he wanted to savor this moment with you.

“Oh, Hen-,” you pant softly, loving every bit of it. As he pushes deeper into you, you can feel his entire weight pressing down against you. The weight comforted you in a sense, like others would with a weighted blanket. He prolonged his strokes, making sure that when he slid out you could feel every centimeter of him, but then slid back in quickly. 

“Fuck.” He grumbles into your neck, “feels so good, love,” he praises, nibbling on the skin under your ear, grabbing a handful of your hair pulling it back. You move you hands from his grasp and push them up his broad shoulders, pulling him closer to you.

“So good,” you moan out to him, feeling his cock nudge at the extremely sensitive spot deep inside your core. He lifts his head to look at you, seeing your mouth formed into the letter ‘o’, head tilted back into the cloud-like pillow and eyes screwed shut. A string of desperate moans falls from your lips. 

This was what he loved, seeing his love, his girl react to the way he was pleasuring her. Just looking at you in this state made his orgasm coil up in the pit of his tummy. He never would have dreamed that another person could give him this feeling, the feeling of utter bliss when you were together. The unconditional love he felt for you was indescribable. 

Henry continues to thrust into you and attaches his lips to yours, feeling you squeeze around him. You manage to spread your legs even wider and wrap them securely around his slim waist, digging your heels just above the globes of his perfectly sculpted ass. 

He was aiming his stokes into the deepest part of you and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your release. 

“Fuck,” you whimper out to him, digging your nails into the skin of his back. He knew you were about to cum. You let out another loud moan. 

“Come on, petal. Cum f’me,” he pants, trying to coax you. Hearing the almost desperate tone in his voice, combined with the sound of him slapping his hips to yours and the feeling of his cock moving in and out of you was becoming overwhelming. 

“Oh my god!” A loud moan ripples through you, the feeling of your release coming near. 

“Almost, my love,” he moans, speeding up the pace of his thrust. He inhales sharply, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulls you up, quickly pounding into you. Completely losing control, trying to get deeper as if that was possible and lets his forehead rest against yours. With one last push of his hips, you get to your breaking point and cum, screaming. Henry feels your walls clamp around him and let’s go, fully satisfied. The noise he made was an orgasm on its own. He keeps himself against you when he lets go inside of you. You could feel Henry’s cum filling you as you slowly come down from your high. You feel his cum dripping out of you, almost proud of what you made him do. 

He is about to roll off of you to cuddle up beside you, but you stop him by tightening your legs around him. “Please stay like this,” you whisper, your brain still a bit muddled by the amazing orgasm you just had seconds ago. He smiles down at you.

“Don’t be a silly goose,” he kisses your nose, “I would crush you,” Henry says endeared with a cheeky grin and pulls you into his side. You feel warm and safe. You yawn, blinking away when your eyes become watery.

“I can’t move,” biting your bottom lip, you snuggle closer to him, “and my throat hurts like hell.”

Henry lowers his hand to your ass and gives it a firm squeeze, “I’m not surprised. Oh doll, the sounds you were making,” he bites his bottom lip, closing his eyes. 

You laugh and roll your eyes. Henry nipped at your neck, making you erupt into a fit giggles. He chuckles, leaving a kiss on the spot he had just bitten. 

Henry trails his hands up and down your back. You closed your eyes and tangle your leg in between his, really liking the feeling. His chest was heavenly and just being in his arms felt amazing. He almost lulled you back to sleep the moment he began to run his fingers through your hair. 

“That good, huh? Almost fucked you back to sleep,” he chuckles. 

“It was alright, I guess,” you tease him. He raises his eyebrows, eyes twinkling with joy. 

“How would you rate the experience?” 

Tilting your head to look up at him, “Hmm, ten I guess.”

He looked very pleased with that.

“Out of twenty,” you finish. 

“OUT OF TWENTY?” He sobered up, staring at your face with a shocked expression. 

You snicker, climbing into his lap, “No, honey, I was just joking, I’m sorry.” A big pout forming on your face, making you look oh so innocent. 

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to put you up on all fours and take you like that, don’t tempt me,” he says, shaking his head. Wiggling your brows you grin and kiss the dimple on his chin. 

“As much as I would enjoy that, I think Kal has to go potty and we have to eat.”

After some hushed pillow talk and hoarse giggles between the silky sheets, you two decide to move downstairs and start making some fresh coffee. When you lift your body out of the bed, a light throbbing shoots between your legs. You almost fall back into the mattress, making Henry roar with laughter. You end up getting a piggy back ride down the stairs, only wearing a v-neck shirt from Henry that fell just below the curve of your ass and showed plenty of cleavage. Your lilac panties were fully on display and your almost black hair looked like a lion’s main on top of your head, but you didn’t care. 

The both of you were still in that bubbly, fulfilled state of mind, looking like two drugged out kids, wearing blissful smiles. When you got to the kitchen, Kal bounded around the corner, coming from the sitting area, his tail wildly sweeping through the air. Eyes sparkling with happiness when he saw his parents finally had left the bed. 

“早上，宝宝” (morning, baby) You greet him, still on Henry’s back. Kal gives you a high “woof” as to say good morning back. After living with Henry and Kal for around eight months now, the akita started to pick up on a few Chinese phrases. He even decided the pet name ‘宝宝’ (bao bao), which means baby or darling, was only to be applied on him and nobody else. 

Every time you would video call with your Chinese speaking friends, and they talked about or to their children, Kal would cheerfully patter over, thinking they were cooing at him instead of the small infant in the background. But you thought it was the sweetest thing ever, he was your little fur baby after all. 

“I’m going to make us some omelets, is that alright with you, darling,” Henry asked, already opening the fridge and looking for the carton of eggs.

“Yeah, ‘course,” you call out to him. You give Kal his breakfast and receive many, wet kisses in return. Shuffling back over to your boyfriend, you lean against the dark green counter with its wooden countertops, and look at him carefully chopping up some bell peppers and onion, only wearing his joggers and a tank top. You were a lucky girl, and you knew it. Henry sends you a grin and winks before turning back to cutting the vegetables.

You begin to brew some fresh coffee for Henry, and put on the kettle for your morning tea. While he was finishing up breakfast, you start to read the newspaper to him. He absolutely adored it when you’d read to him, due to your accent becoming more noticeable. Kal came over to you, stuffing his wet nose against the hand you held out to him. “You’re such a good boy, Kal. Yes, you are,” you tell him in a baby voice, “you’re my little angel aren’t you? 我的小天使” 

You clean the table, after eating your breakfast and get ready for the day. Henry was already out to go on a walk with Kal. It did indeed snow last night and everything outside was hidden underneath a thin sheet of white snow, so you made sure Henry was wrapped up in a thick scarf you made him and a black beanie. After giving you a kiss as if he was off to fight in a war, he and Kal happily walked through the front door, into the freezing cold. Him whistling and Kal buzzing with excitement. 

Brushing your teeth and doing your makeup, you dance through the bathroom, in a good mood. You grab your phone that was propped up against the mirror, planning to put on the podcast you had been enjoying lately. You freeze seeing all the notifications, not having heard your phone due to it being on ‘quiet’. You swallow.

Oh shit.

There you were, plastered on the internet for everyone to see and laugh at. You and Henry making out on the parking lot of the Chinese supermarket. Was he going to be angry with you? It was your fault for teasing him after all. Oh no no no…

‘Henry Cavill and girlfriend were spotted having a steamy make out session outside local grocery store’

The headline read, making your face as red as a tomato. Trying to fight against it, you couldn’t hold yourself from reading the next paragraph. 

Being in the middle of winter, doesn’t stop these two lovebirds from having a heated make out session in a parking lot!

Yesterday early in the evening, Witcher-superstar Henry Cavill was spotted with (to some) much younger girlfriend, designer, Y/N Y/L/N. The two have  recently confirmed their relationship with an Instagram post from Cavill, showing a candid of Y/N, with the short caption ‘My sunshine enjoying the sun shine’. Last month Vogue came out with a video featuring Y/L/N in which Cavill and his dog Kal made an appearance, making fans go wild. It seems like the two really are living the life and we are excited to see more of them together!

Want to know more about the stars? Subscribe to STAR NEWS! 

This was it. You could already hear your sweet grandma, praying to the ancestors to forgive you for your sins, lighting all the incense she could find. You were a disgrace to the family now. It wasn’t that you were ashamed or felt bad about doing it, hell, everybody in the position would gladly sit on Henry’s shoulders and stick their tongue down his throat. You were just disappointed you got caught.

From downstairs you hear the door close with a loud thump and the pitter-patter from Kal’s nails on the hardwood floor, letting you know your two boys were back home. You nervously descend the flight of stairs, holding your head low and tightly clutching your phone in hand. 

“Hey, lovey! you really missed something, Kal and I could practically ice skate over the walking trails, it was so much fun!” Henry says enthusiastically as he hears you wander into the living room. You ignore him and plop down on the couch.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, not meeting his eyes. 

A frown makes its way onto his face. 

“What are you sorry for, sweet girl?” His eyes hold a concerned look, not understanding what you were talking about. You huff out a breath and hand him your phone so he could see the article. 

A roaring laugh sounds through the open space, making your head shoot up. “Yeah, I saw it this morning when I went and checked my Instagram,” he chuckles, face still rosy from going outside. 

“We really gave the paparazzi a field day, didn’t we?” He continues.

“Your ass looks great in this pic, though. Look,” pointing to the one were he had you lifted over his shoulder, but softens his voice when he sees how tense you were. 

“Aw, doll, loosen up, I’m not mad or anything, if that’s what you think. I’m rather pleased now that everybody can see how happy we are and how much joy you bring me,” he lets you know nonchalantly, pressing a smooch to your forehead and starts to march towards the kitchen.

“You want another cuppa, lovey?”

And just like that, you were back in your good mood, perplexed at how well he took all of this. 

Don’t be a silent reader! Show some love by reblogging and commenting, did it make you laugh, scream, smile? Let me know, it would make my day!

Much love, Nahmi xxx

Masterlist can be found HERE!

Want to be notified whenever I post something?

HERE IS MY TAG LIST!

#henry cavill fic #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill x asian!reader #older! henry cavill #younger! y/n #henry cavill writing #agegap #kal cavill #henry cavill fluff #henry cavill smut #henry cavill drabble #henry cavill one shot #boyfriend henry #my work #my writing #non-english reader #english8muffin fics #wasian reader #mixed reader #famous! y/n #famous! reader #asian! y/n #asian! reader #henry cavill x y/n

[english8muffin]

IG concept

Look at the wittle tweeths!!! It looks super cute, until you stare at it for too long, then it looks cursed 🥲🥲🥲

Wish you all a great weekend!

Nahmi 😝

My masterlist can be found HERE!

Want to be notified whenever I post something?

HERE IS MY TAG LIST!

#henry cavill fic #henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill one shot #henry cavill instagram #henry cavil x reader #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill x asian!reader #english8muffin fics #english8muffin #english8muffin manips #english8muffin IG #kal #kal cavill #my writing #my work #henry cavill fluff #henry cavill fics

[english8muffin]

Masterlist

english8muffin’s Masterlist ☻

Hello, welcome to my masterlist! (Started Feb 16)

[Updated January 10, 2022]

Vogue Morning Routine (pure fluff) (2K) - You are asked to do the Vogue Beauty Secrets video and your two boys decide to join the party

Cozy Winter (smut + fluff) (5.3K) - Going to the market, being cheeky in the parking lot and a warm cuddly morning sprinkled with some funny-business

IG concept for Cozy Winter

Spring Cleaning (smut) (1K) - Y/N surprises Henry in a cute maid outfit

Short blurbs

Henry asks you to visit his parents (fluff, hinted smut)

Gonna be there forever (fluff)

Thigh kisses (fluff)

Series

Building Castles in the Sky prologue

Little minx (smut) (drabble) - Waking the white wolf w/ a blowjob

Two types of people

Dress up games

Wittle tweeths!!!

The monster underneath the bed

Kitchen Nightmares

#english8muffin #english8muffin fics #masterlist #my writing #my work #henry cavill fic #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill one shot #henry cavill drabble #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x asian!reader #asian! reader #asian! y/n #henry cavill writing #henry cavill fluff #henry cavill smut #henry cavill imagines #dad! henry cavill #daddy! henry cavill #kal cavill #geralt of rivia #the witcher #august walker #sherlock holmes #captain syverson #man of steel

[english8muffin]

IG concept

There are two types of people

Example A:

Example B:

My masterlist can be found HERE!

Want to be notified whenever I post something?

HERE IS MY TAG LIST!

#henry cavill #henry cavill fic #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill one shot #henry cavill manip #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill x female reader #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x asian!reader #asian! reader #non-english reader #english8muffin #english8muffin fics #my work #my writiing #henry cavill instagram #instagram manip #older! henry cavill #younger! y/n #kal cavill #henry cavill fluff #henry cavill smut #boyfriend henry #man of steel #superman #geralt of rivia #henry cavil imagine

[english8muffin]

IG concept (Cozy winter)

A/N: These manips belong together with the Cozy winter fic I wrote, check it out if you haven’t yet! :))

Henry’s IG post cited in the newspaper article:

Y/N’s lock screen when she checks her phone in the morning:

Yes, this is the photo she uses as her lock screen, because she likes to be a pest sometimes by calling him ‘an easter egg’.

Her other options were:

Have a nice day!

my masterlist can be found HERE!

Want to be notified whenever I post something?

HERE IS MY TAG LIST!

#henry cavill fic #henry cavill manip #henry cavill imagine #english8muffin #english8muffin fics #non-english reader #henry cavill x asian!reader #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill one shot #henry cavill drabble #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x female reader #english8muffin manips #english8muffin IG

[english8muffin]

IG concept

If you have any requests or asks, please sent them in! 

My masterlist can be found HERE!

Want to be notified whenever I post something?

HERE IS MY TAG LIST

#henry cavill #henry cavill fluff #henry cavill manip #henry cavill fic #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill gif #henry cavill one shot #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill x female reader #henry cavill x asian!reader #asian! reader #asian! y/n #older! henry cavill #younger! y/n #agegap #my work #my writing #english8muffin #non-english reader #english8muffin fics #kal cavill #henry cavill drabble #boyfriend henry #wasian reader #mixed reader #henry cavil imagine

[english8muffin]

I posted two more IG concepts!

#henry cavill #kal cavill #shitpost #english8muffin ig #english8muffin fics #english8muffin manips #english8muffin #henry cavill shitposting #henry cavill manip #henry cavill fluff #fluff #boyfriend henry #henry cavill x asian!reader #henry cavill x female reader #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x you #henry cavill x reader