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wildestdreamsblog · 2 years

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Just to Seal My Fate

Pairing: Bodyguard!August Walker x Reader

Warnings: Soft!Dark August Walker, Swearing, Alcohol consumption, Sexual themes, mention of death, violence, drama. If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: It took me six months to finish this omg. Please support content creators by commenting or reblogging their works 💖 I will also no longer be keeping a taglist. Thank you my loves!

No Rules in Breakable Heaven: Beginning, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, End

August was playing the gracious host. Or rather, a doting kidnapper. You couldn’t exactly call him a hostage taker, because when you offered to give him half of your wealth, he ended up giving you a sympathetic smile, nodded his head before tapping down on his phone and showing to you just how much he was worth. Your wealth seemed so small in comparison to his.

Short to say, you didn’t know why you even bothered paying him for months on end. Right..your trusted secretary revealed to you later on that August didn’t touch any of his salary. Thousands of dollars were deposited to his account, and to date, it was still sitting there untouched. It became clearer to you that he wasn’t doing any of this for money. It was clearer to you that you didn’t want to know what his motivations were. And maybe, it terrified you to understand his mind.

“Princess,” August called you, his footsteps smooth across the floor as he walked near you. You turned to look at him, his dark look and devilish handsome face still managed to take your breath away. Your mind knew you should hate him, but your heart still skipped a beat when he was near you. Suffice to say, love was complicated. Love, you learned from him, doest not need to make sense. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Where are you going?” You might hate what he did to you, but he was still the only one you knew in the huge castle he brought you in. Despite your aversion to his betrayal, his was still the familiar face. And you were not comfortable to be left in this castle with his butler who was almost robotic.

August smirked before running the back of his hand on your cheek. And you did flinch, just a second too late before you saw his patient smile at you. “Oh, are you worried, my princess?”

You slapped his hand away, “No, I’m not,” you huffed before crossing your arms.

“I’ll be back soon. In the mean time, you may familiarize yourself in our home.”

Home was an understatement. This was a castle. You found yourself roaming the room you woke up in, your legs carrying you to every nook and cranny of the spacious room, looking for any form of escape. This was even bigger than the room you had in your own manor. You entered the expanse of the closet. August’s crisp and expensive shirts were neatly hanged, but beside that were dresses with tags still on. You ran your hand over the cloth, your frown deepening as you realized they were all your size, they were all your style, even down to your favorite brand. With a horrified look on your face, you managed to move on to another section that housed accessories- and beside his expensive watches were jewelries that were same as what you owned.

It became clearer to you, this was not a temporary thing to August. No, this was permanent for him.

Hours passed and yet, there was still no August. The maid ushered you down the stairs to the fancy dining room- all your favorite meals laid down on the long table. The cold butler, ever the gentleman, helped you in your seat. You didn’t know whether you could trust August, you didn’t know if there was still any chance that he wanted to end your life. You couldn’t trust anyone. And so you watched over your lashes as the butler dipped his head a little before leaving you all alone in the room. That was when you stood up, your senses alert, your survival instinct on the highest setting as you walked briskly, looking for an escape. It was becoming suspicious even to an untrained person such as you to approach the main door without anyone stopping you. Your hand almost touched the door when the butler silently approached you from your side.

“Lady Walker, are you going somewhere?” He asked politely, his suit impeccable and without any crease.

“I’m not Lady Walker,” you snapped, your patience wearing thin. This had been a long day for you. First you thought you were going to get married to your childhood friend, and the next thing you knew you were being drugged and kidnapped by your deranged bodyguard turned lover, and now you were in an unknown palace so far away from civilization, and people you literally only met today were calling you Lady of the house, their Lady Walker. Up until now, you could confidently say that you were handling it calmly. But you were almost in your tipping point with no form of communication to your people, with only having him to rely on, with being dragged back to his side- it was enough to make the calm and kind you to snap at someone for the first time in years.

The butler only smiled understandingly at you, not once flinching from your ire. “May I know where you are going so we can prepare your security and inform Sir August?”

You felt a burning feeling in your chest, one that was ready to explode any second. “I want to leave on my own.”

“I’m afraid we cannot let you leave without security and without his express approval-“

“So I can’t leave on my own?” Your voice had the challenging tone you never used. “So am I a prisoner, then?”

“No, Madame, you are not.”

“But I’m not free to go anywhere I like.”

“You can. We just need to inform Sir-“

“You are describing a prisoner.”

The butler sighed before fixing his glasses, “No, Madame,” he started before looking up at one of the cameras located on the ceiling, “You are Sir August’s most prized possession.”

“I heard you didn’t eat anything since I left.”

You jumped from your position. You were lying down on the bed, trying to get some peace when the bane of your existence materialized once again.

“Did you miss me that much?” The bed dipped from his weight, his ring adorned hand rested on your waist as if he had a right to still touch you.

“Where were you?”

He regarded you for a moment, his head tilting to the side, “Your lovesick suitor is proving to be a nuisance,” he commented lightly before he drank from the whiskey he was holding. Now you could see that his knuckles were bruised and bloodied.

“What did you do?” Maybe he heard the hysteria in your voice as you sat up, aware now more than ever that you were in the presence of the devil hidden by a beautiful face.

He smiled coldly at what you said as if amused by you and how you automatically thought that he was the one at fault. Well, he would be at fault if you ever try to leave him.

“We’ll eat, and then we’ll talk, my princess.”

Your eyes drifted repeatedly to the stairs as you bit your lip, second guessing whether you should trust her. But she did say to use this if you ever wanted the truth. And now, you needed the truth. You didn’t know if you could trust whatever he was going to say, but this was worth the risk.

What more could you lose, right?

And so, you opened the small vial she gave you, poured the whole content to his glass of whiskey, and mixed it. You watched the liquid swirled, and with it, the truth you had been denied to for months on end.

It didn’t take long before August finished with his shower and went down, and sat in front of you, his legs spread, his stance that of a man so comfortable in his own space. His dark eyes went to the whiskey in front of him before his lips formed into a smirk. He gestured to you, “Eat, my princess. I didn’t bring you here just to starve you.”

You glared at him before pointedly looking at the food laid in front of you. “How do I know they’re not poisoned?”

He nodded, your concern was understandable. He grabbed his fork before digging in on the food, showing you that they were in no way tampered. Only when he swallowed and nothing happened did you start drinking the juice served in front of you. The two of you ate in comfortable silence, it was too comfortable that you almost forgot you were in the presence of one of the most dangerous people on the world. Only when you finished eating, no matter how small you ate, did he address you.

“Go on, princess,” he drawled, swirling the almost finished and contaminated glass of whiskey in his large hand. The signet ring you gave him on Christmas twinkling form the light on the chandelier. “Ask me your questions. You know I can only say the truth.”

You froze, your eyes slowly sliding to his dark ones. “You knew.” You surmised, the utensil you were holding suddenly felt heavy that it made a clanking noise when you accidentally dropped it.

He smiled at you, “I do.”

“Then why did you still drink it?”

“Because,” he started before looking at the glass of whiskey, “You have my heart in the palm of your hands. You deserved nothing but the truth.” Of course, August knew. He was too trained to know when something had been tampered with. He knew she approached you. He knew he gave her that vial. Nothing missed his eyes when you were apart from him. But you didn’t need to know that. Just because he wanted you to know the truth did not mean that you needed to know everything. You were already wary and terrified of him, no need to add to that.

He wanted you to treat him like before, as if he was the only safe space in this world for you.

You frowned as you watched him gulped the remaining whiskey. You should not have underestimated the August Walker.

He smirked at your astonished expression before lowering the glass with finality. “Ask me, my princess. You won’t get another chance to poison me.”

He was right, and you knew it.

You soldiered through his intense gaze, straightening your back, and tilting your chin forward, you asked the thing that would hurt you the most.

“How many times did you try to kill me?”

And without any pause, he answered, “Four times.”

You slumped down to your chair, your expression defeated as you laughed humorlessly. Despite what they had all been saying, there was a small part of you that said, ‘no. August wouldn’t do that to me. They were all wrong.’ But now, the truth was sitting in front of you and he was looking at you with no remorse. You squeezed your eyes shut.

The truth was, you were falling in love with him while he was busy killing you.

“I assumed the first time was the yacht.” You stated, your tone deadpanned as you waited for him to confirm.

“Yes.”

“Why did you save me, then?” Was he that twisted? Did he want you to experience the trauma time and time again? To live with the fear that anyone might end your life? To feel the anxiety and stress and pain? “Are you that cruel?”

“Yes, I am.” He confirmed with a nod. Of course, he was unapologetic about his cruelty. He poured himself another glass of whiskey, “I shut the engine down, each and everyone of you in that yacht were screaming, running to safety, running away from the fire. You were the only one who froze like a deer caught on a headlight. I remember that day as if it was yesterday, you were wearing that red dress. You were looking at the ocean, so separated from the people celebrating behind you. But then the chaos, you were hit by a fire extinguisher that exploded from the fire. But before that.. you looked behind you. You looked at me. You probably couldn’t remember. But you saw me. And then you fell in the ocean. And then it started. I couldn’t let you die. I didn’t know why, but I saved the life I intended to end that day.”

Your lips were trembling at that point, tears streaming down your face as he looked at you unemotionally, the serum still in his system that he could give you nothing but the cruel truth that cruel summer.

“The second time I tried was in the manor when you woke up in the middle of the night and saw me holding that knife. That was for you, my princess. But I ended up tasting you and becoming addicted that night, sealing our fate. The third time was when the car exploded, that day you said that everyone was just looking for love. I meant for you to explode with the car, but at the last possible second, I pulled you away from danger that I orchestrated.”

“And then the last, at that gala. You were so beautiful that night, and you were so warm. I was supposed to shoot you dead, but alas, I shot the man I trained with. Did you know they sent a second killer that night because I kept on failing? Well, they did. And I killed him. Because no one is to touch you, my princess-“

“Enough.” You whispered. It was true what they said. Ignorance really was a bliss.

“Too much, princess?” He asked, concern laced on his velvet voice. You didn’t look up at him, didn’t even acknowledge him when you felt him walked and kneeled beside you, his large palm cradling your head as he waited for you to get your breathing under control. Always patiently waiting. “Ask me if I love you.” He ordered quietly.

You shook your head, not wanting to know.

“Ask me.”

“Do you love me?”

“With every twisted part of me, I love you.”

Your eyes found his sincere ones, his handsome face looked so angelic despite his cruelty. “How can you love anyone? You are a bad person.”

“I changed for you,” he professed, his other hand tilting your cheek to him, “I stopped the end of the world for you. I eradicated my men for you. I loved for you,” he whispered the last part as if confessing a secret that only you could keep. “And if you ever decide to leave me, I will burn this world to ashes.” You felt him touch the ring he gave you, the one you left, the one he now had possession of, “So what is your choice, my princess?”

“This doesn’t feel like I have much of a choice,” you chuckled humorlessly. You were so tired. You were so drained. You could no longer fight his touch off of you.

August shrugged calmly, “Take it as it is.” His demeanor may show you that he didn’t care either way, but his eyes told you to choose him. To please choose him.

“I care about you-” you started when he cut you off.

“I need more than that. I need your love.”

You looked deeply in his eyes, your hand for the first time since you left him willingly touched the hand he was using to cradle your cheek. “You have it.” You said truthfully, because he did. He always had your heart, even though you ran from him, even though you were conflicted, even though he was technically an evil incarnate, he had your heart. He managed to capture it, sinked his claws so deep that you had no way of wrenching him away from you that in no way would make you bleed. Losing him would maim you.

“But this isn’t right. You have to let me go.”

August closed the distance between the two of you, his lips seeking yours in a passionate kiss, one that was done so deeply you knew you couldn’t feel like this for anyone. There was no chance you would feel as much as you did for him for anyone. He was holding you as if he was apologizing for all the things he did, as if he was promising to do better, as if he was begging you to just give him another chance. And if you wouldn’t, he would take. You were moving your lips shallowly against him when the whole mansion vibrated from an explosion.

And then everything went loose.

You were shoved behind August’s broad back, his movement quick and efficient as he pressed a button, alerting his army of men. He grabbed the gun from under the table, his eyes glinting that of a killer, his eyes trained on the door waiting for the assailant.

One.

Two.

Three.

A powerful kick on the door sent the wood flying, as the number of men dressed on a tactical gear with their gun pointed at August surrounded the room, entering one by one. And at the end of the line was your old friend, Earl George.

Your eyes widened when you saw his disheveled face, his face freshly bruised, his neck sporting a bloodied bandage.

“Oh my god, George-“

“Let her go, asshole. This will never end well for you.”

And then August laughed. He laughed so hard that the men looked at him as if he was insane. Maybe he was. August shoved his palm in his pocket, his stance was so relaxed, as if he had no care that there were guns pointed at him.

“Did I not beat you right awhile ago, Earl?” He inquired curiously before he softly looked at you before letting go of you wrist.

Was he… was he letting you go?

He tilted his head, urging you to decide.

“Go on,” his commanding voice resounded on the silence of the mansion. “Go with him. But first know that once you stepped outside with him,” he drawled before walking ever so calmly, as if no army was pointing their guns at him, following his every move. “His head will explode.”

What?

The Earl looked at him with anger in his eyes, “What are you talking about? You cannot threaten me. You are thoroughly outnumbered.”

August roamed his eyes on the men surrounding him before shrugging his broad shoulders. “The wound I gave you on your neck. Did you not have it check?” He asked as if genuinely curious. Earl was about to answer when he waved him off, his hand showing the phone he was holding. “Nevertheless, long story short, there’s a device inside your precious neck that can be detonated by me. And no, you cannot remove it. Your head will explode if you do.”

How can he be so calm while discussing the crime he committed?

You shook your head slowly, your eyes looking at his and you knew that the truth serum was still in effect, There was no way he was telling anything but the truth.

“No,” your voice was pleading, you were pleading for it to be nothing but a horrible dream. One that you would awaken from and not the reality where you have no choice but to stay with the man you were in love with, with the man who attempted to kill you, with the man who did numerous wrongs in his life that it was almost unforgivable, and the man that was now threatening the life of your longtime friend who did nothing but support and love you.

“You wouldn’t,” your voice sounded sos mall, but he heard you. He was always in tuned with you, always.

“Try me, my princess.”

Earl George snapped from his reverie, “He’s lying-“

“I may or may not be lying. Do you want to risk it?”

Earl George quieted, his head hanging so low, his hand sheepishly touching his neck. His stance was that of a defeated man. He met your eyes, his was so apologetic and yours was that of a gentle defeat and understanding. He mouthed, ‘I’m sorry’ to you, and you only nodded. There was nothing that could be done. And you understood. Your fate was sealed.

And with trembling hand, you reached for August’s outstretched ones. Once you did, he clasped yours in his powerful hand and pulled you to him, sealing your fate.

Days, weeks, months passed. And you were back to your old life. Your charity was in full operation. From time to time, you saw the earl as you ran in the same circle, but he could never meet your eyes. And you understood, now it was only small smiles that had too much understanding and history. Your hand rubbed the small bump in your stomach, your hand adorned with rings from him.

They never connected any of August crimes to him. In the end, the Earl called off all searches and investigations once August stopped committing them. Everyone followed Earl George’s example. And once again, August was just a simple citizen. He married you in front of the society, moving so fast as if he was terrified of losing you. To this day, you were sure this was all wrong. And each night, he reminded you why this was right. And often you asked yourself:

When you love a villain, does that make you a villain, too?

okay goodnight (that coffee was strong)

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imyourbratzdoll · 11 months

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hi love, the last request i had that you did was amazing so i’m here again Lol, so my idea is smut, with either soft!dark nomad!steve rogers or maybe soft!dark lumberjack!henry cavill, whichever character you prefer, he’s really possessive and is always reminding reader that she’s his. like he’d go to the ends of the earth to make sure no one even looks at his girl the wrong way. and like maybe one day he gets irritated with the reader because she’s been acting out or maybe he got jealous because of something she did, but in return he shows her who she belongs to and he’s like “who do you belong to pretty girl?” or “talk to me sweet girl, who makes you feel this good?” smth like that bcuz dirty talking is my weakness hehe 🤭 love u and ur work💗💗

hey baby! I'm so sorry for taking so long, but I hope you like it!

summary - your husbands have been noticing something off with you, and they decide to punish you until you tell them what's wrong.

warning - smut, threesome, polyamorous, slight angst, swearing, punishment, creampie, oral sex, double penetration, dark men, mentions of death, assumptions of cheating.

18+ only please, the gifs I use aren't mine, divider by @newlips

“What’s wrong with our little princess, huh?” You ignore them, not daring to look at them because you know you’d fold if you did. Steve walks over, kneeling before you and resting his large hand on your knee. “You will have to talk to us sometime soon.” Henry stands to the side of Steve, glaring down at you with his arms crossed over his chest.

“If you don’t answer, bunny. We will be forced to punish you.” You huff, crossing your arms and leaning back into the couch. You squeal as your suddenly lifted and twisted into an uncomfortable yet satisfying position. Your head hangs over Henry’s knees while your crotch aligns with his. “Fine, I guess we’re forced to do this the hard way.” A moan falls from your lips as his thick fingers begin to rub your cloth-covered cunt, circling your swollen clit. “What do you think we should do with her, Steve? Hmm?” Your core throbs with how deep his voice is, eyes practically rolling to the back of your head at how handsome your men are. But you are mad. You can’t give in to them, no matter how much you want to cum around their thick, throbbing members.

“Hmm.” Your core clenches at the sound of Steve undoing his belt and taking out his thick, leaking cock. “We should edge her, not give our little princess what she desperately wants.” Before you can argue, he slides his cock between your lips, choking you on his member. Steve’s head falls back, “Fuck, you’re mouth feels amazing around me.” His hands come down and grip the sides of your head softly, thrusting in and out, taking you apart, enjoying the sight of your saliva gathering and flowing out of your mouth. “Go on, Henry. Give our princess’s little pussy a little bit more attention.”

Henry chuckles, repeating Steve’s actions by undoing his belt and taking his prominent member out. “Get ready, bunny. You won’t be cumming at all unless you tell us why you’ve been acting like a little brat.” He groans as he slides his cock into your tight cunt, pushing past your walls and deep inside you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, moans blocked by Steve’s cock, sending vibrations through him, causing him to groan loudly. “Aww, our little bunny is making Stevie feel good with her mouth, huh?” You try to nod, but you’re so full. “Squeezing my cock so good, bunny. You going to tell us what’s wrong?”

You whimper, sucking Steve’s cock desperately. Your hands come up and fondle his heavy sacks. Whines escape you as Henry begins to pound into you, hitting every place that makes you feel like you're on cloud nine. “Don’t be so mean, Henry. Our little princess can’t talk with her mouth full. She knows it’s rude, don’t you, princess?” You nod, fat tears filling your eyes. You can’t think properly, having two prominent men taking you apart, making you feel so many emotions. You sob as Steve pulls out of your mouth, tapping your cheek as he watches your face contort from Henry’s cock slamming into you. “C’mon, princess. Why have you been such a brat lately?”

Your eyes cross, and your hearing becomes fuzzy. “Y–You don’t love me anymore!” You sob, walls rapidly clenching and unclenching around Henry, and a whine escapes you when he stops his movements. Your hips begin to move, trying to recreate the feeling. “Keep going!” The tears are now flowing down your face, making a mess.

Henry and Steve look at each other with their brows furrowed, wondering why you would’ve thought this and what they did for you to feel this way. “Princess, we love you so much. Why would you ever think otherwise?” Steve cups your cheek as Henry lifts you to sit you onto his lap correctly.

Henry grips your hips and stares at you with sad eyes. “Steve’s right, bunny. We love you so much, and not a day goes by that we don’t think about you. You are our bunny, our princess.” You pout, mind foggy from being seconds away from an orgasm to now having to talk about your feelings. You know there’s no way of escaping this, and you know you should communicate more, especially since the last time you acted like this.

Your pout deepens, “I saw how you acted with that woman… It seemed like you would’ve rather had her instead of me because what can I offer?” You can feel yourself choke up as you remember a few days back how you had walked outside to give your husbands a drink for all their hard work, only to find them staring at the new neighbour as she spoke, a tiny dress and bouncy hair. How they looked at her was how you had wished they would look at you, and that’s when the insecurities began because they barely even noticed you after that. They always seemed to go over to help her, being at her beck and call whenever she needed them. You didn’t know if they were cheating on you when they were over there. You had no clue what was happening. All you knew was that you were losing the men you loved.

Steve and Henry could feel their hearts breaking as they realised how they had been neglecting you this whole time, making you feel like you meant nothing to them, making you think they’d rather have some bimbo over you. You never really knew that they had used that woman as fertiliser because they couldn’t have someone like that trying to break apart your marriage. You never questioned why your garden had grown more than usual, as they’d distract you with wooden things they had crafted for you. They’d only been going over to the woman’s house because they had seen some things you would like as your own, planning to gift them to you for your birthday and christmas.

“Oh, princess, that’s not true at all. You are our world. We’d never want someone so used and pathetic, and we want you, our pure little baby.” Steve leans forward and brings you into a passionate kiss, pouring all of his love into you.

“Steve’s right, bunny. You’re our little girl, our perfect little wife.” You moan as he moves your hips slowly against him, grinding you down, taking his turn to kiss your plump lips. You gasp as he lies you down, pulling you on top of him, allowing Steve to climb on top of you and slide alongside him, filling you with their giant cocks. They move slowly, pumping in and out of you, feeling their cocks harden more from the sounds that leave past your lips. “We only belong to you, bunny.” You whimper into Henry’s neck, crying from the intense pleasure.

“Talk to us, princess. Who makes you feel this good, huh?” Steve plunges into you, grunting as your walls clench around them. The feeling of their hands all over you, their cocks pounding into you, causes you to slowly slip from your mind, wondering how you had gotten so lucky. “C’mon, princess. Answer me.”

“You… Both!” Your eyes roll into the back of your head, vision becoming white as you squirt, your juices flowing out and covering your men.

“That’s right, bunny. Us.” Henry growls, pounding fast before his head flies back and his eyes close, thick hot cum flowing out of his mushroom tip and deep into you.

Steve grunts, placing soft kisses on your back as he buries himself deep inside you, his balls tightening, and he releases, filling you with his cum. Your eyes begin to flutter shut as you sag into your husband, falling asleep to them, whispering that they love you and pressing sweet kisses onto your body.

thank you for reading!

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f10werfae · 1 year

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Lumberjack!Henry Cavill: Oneshot Masterlist

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Welcome to @f10werfae’s library of Lumberjack!Henry

♥️Here is my main masterlist

♥️Henry Cavill Masterlist

♥️Taglist form

:This is my collection of one shots of Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Reader

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Dating ♥️:

•From Kissies to Sex Lumberjack!Henry × Shy!Reader

: After a brief argument Henry comes back to claim his precious babygirl's virginity, after giving her second set of sweet lips a few kissies (DILF!Henry) (Dom!Henry)

• Sugar Sweet Tongue Lumberjack!Henry x Short!shy!Reader

: Sweet little Y/n has caught the eye of the local lumberjack, and he gives her a lesson or two in tonguing and kisses

•More Kissies and Workouts Lumberjack!Henry x Short!shy!Reader

: Sweet shy little Y/n joins her new older boyfriend for one of his workouts, but can she keep up?

Married 💍:

• Kissies and Waxed Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Wife

: Y/n gets all shy and adorable with her grumpy husband on their wedding night, letting him enjoy his waxed present(Dom Henry)

• Sugar Sweet Thong Lumberjack!Henry x Wife!Reader

:After Y/n gets a new thong, away up in his cabin where no one can touch her but him, her wild man of a husband can't keep his hands off her (Major Dom Henry)

• You’re Already So Sexy Lumberjack!Henry x Wife!Reader

: Henry has to uplift his woman after she has some major insecurities about herself and his pussy, but all she needs is him (Major Dom Henry)

• No Panties Indoors Lumberjack!Henry x Wife!Reader

: Housewife Y/n can't help but find her wild husband extremely sexy while he's fixing another one of his projects (Major Dom possessive Henry)

• But That’s Mine Hen! Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Wife

: Pouty Y/n gets jealous when her grump of a man is approached by a certain woman; she can't help but stomp her foot and whine, showing everyone that he's hers and vice versa (Dom!Henry)

• Sugar Plum Princess Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Wife

:Y/n feels a little under the weather after a snow day so Henry gives his sweet shy wife a taste of his special “medicine” (Major Dom Henry)

• Sugar Bun Cuddles Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Wife

: while on her period Henry has to put up with a little more attitude than normal, whilst also cuddling his precious sweet girl, and making sure she's taken care of, and baby Marly (Sweet!Henry) (Brat!Reader)

Pregnancy 🤰:

•Pregnancy on the brain Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Wife

: Now that Henry’s successfully knocked up his precious darling wife, he has to keep an extra eye on her and their little miracle (Dom!Henry) (Emotional loving 🥹)

•Barefoot and Pregnant Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Wife

: Henry and his cockdrunk wife go through an emotional love-making experience, after being pressured by her friends to give her husband a 'hall pass' because of her growing body (DILF!Henry) (Dom!Henry)

•Milf and cookies Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!pregnant!Wife

: Henry's wants his shy wife's titty milk and pussy, a gender reveal, and baby Marly the Cat goes missing. (Lactation!Kink)(Dilf!Henry)(Dom!Henry)

•Grumpy Lumberjack and his Baby Bun Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Wife

: Compilation of all the dirty things Henry as done to his baby bun, especially when she's pregnant (lactation, spit, dumbification, toys)

Daddy!Lumberjack Henry 🍼

•Daddy’s babies Lumberjack!Henry x shy!Mom!Reader

: Daddy!Henry takes his babies to Disneyland and engages in some soft kissy sex with his baby bun (Dilf!Henry) (softdom!Henry)

Drabbles:

Milky Business, Henry wants some

Clingy Pregnant!Shy!reader

Lumberjack!Henry catches reader playing with herself

Lumberjack!Henry's rules for his baby bun

Patricia makes fun of Shy Y/n's stutter, Lumberjack!Henry gets protective

List of Lumberjack!Hnery's little white lies

Shy!Reader hurts herself collecting flowers for Lumberjack!Henry

Lumberjack!Henry dealing with his drunk shy!wife

little bun is really clingy to Henry and she can't seem to let go for more than a few minutes

Y/n tries her new bunny butt plug that Henry got her for halloween, and she transforms into his true baby bunny bun

Lumberjack!Henry picks up his woozy girlfriend who is high on anaesthetic from the dentist, she may not remember who this handsome man is

Y/n doesn’t understand what being wet means

Y/n has pumping lip gloss and gives Henry kissies

Short Asks 🤍:

Would they ever break up?

Lumberjack!Henry “snaps” at Shy!reader

Cravings while pregnant

Would lumberjack!Henry and shy!reader ever break up?

Customer is rude to Baby bun

If shy!reader ever went through a miscarriage

Lumberjack!Henry catches pregnant reader doing something dangerous

Pregnant!Shy!Reader crochets her grumpy husband a stuffed rabbit for their little miracle

Expanding their sexcapades

Shy!Reader’s emotional trauma background

Lumberjack!Henry and bunbun during a thunderstorm

Asshole tries hitting on Shy!Reader

What does Shy!Reader do while her hubby works

Shy!Reader moves in with Lumberjack!Henry

Does Lumberjack!Henry and his babygirl have any pets?

Has Shy!Reader ever faked an orgasm?

Their Favourite Sex Position

Their favourite place to have sex

Sex Toys?

Naming process for the baby

Shy!Reader having a panic attack

Have they made a sex tape?

Pregnant!Reader gets injured while pregnant

Shy!Reader knits him a teddy

Has lumberjack!Henry met shy!reader’s parents

#masterlist #lumberjack!henry cavill #henry cavill #henry cavill x wife!reader #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fandom #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill rpf #henry cavill smut #henry cavill x short!reader #henry cavill x shy!reader #henry cavill masterlist #romance #henry cavill oneshot #henry cavill x female reader

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fuunsaiki · 2 months

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must a movie be 'good'?

is it not enough for a movie to be

delightfully dumb

surprisingly romantic

blessed with truly excellent characters

stacked with so many incredible performers that they literally didn't know what to do with them all

possessed of a soundtrack featuring banger after banger after banger

breathtakingly romantic

an absolute gift to those of us who have lived experience of fandom spaces

the basis of my entire personality for at least the next three months

devastatingly romantic

cat?

if you're looking for a henry cavill action movie then go away, the ad campaigns lied to us all, argylle is not for you. but if you love joy and mayhem and a good strong girlboss/malewife dynamic then PLEASE go and see argylle, immediately, at once

also, there's dancing

#argylle #cannot stop thinking about this movie #how soon is too soon to go see it for a third time

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comfortzonequeen11 · 2 months

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Henry Cavill's Kisses

All the different kinds of Henry kisses.

Chapter Text

Lazy morning kisses in bed to the back of your neck

Dropping kisses to the top of your head when he walks past

Peppering sweet kisses all over your face as he cradles your head in his big hands when you’re crying

Nose boop kisses when you frown at him because he knows it’ll make you roll your eyes at him

Kisses to your knuckles when you hold hands

Neck kisses when you’re both curled up together on the sofa and he’s got his face squished into the side of your neck and cuddling you like an enormous couch octopus

Drunk, sloppy, messy kisses that end up being Henry literally just licking your face. It’s not that dissimilar to Kal kisses tbh

Fierce, desperate kisses teamed with being lifted off your feet when he finally gets home after being away on set for a while

Kisses that are mostly clashing teeth and bitten lips after you’ve had an argument about something. These ones usually end up with you getting fucked through the brickwork of the hallway

Those kisses that make it feel like he can’t get close enough to you, like he wants to crawl into your skin and live there. Those kisses are all tongue and heat and have you clawing at his skin and climbing his massive frame like a tree

Kisses to your temple and whispers of reassurance as he pulls you tight into his side when you both walk the red carpet because he knows that the shouting and camera flashes make you a little uneasy and overwhelmed

Kisses to the top of your shoulders as he hugs you from behind when you make dinner

Those little kisses and kitten licks to your inner thighs that he does when he’s teasing you with what you know comes next and will turn you into a quivering, whimpering mess

Gentle, tender kisses teamed with brushes of reverent fingers that say what words can’t and leave you breathless in more ways than one when he makes love to you slowly, deeply, and for hours just because he can

Possessive, fevered kisses in the kitchen because he can’t resist you when he catches you wearing his hoodies that turn into riding him on the kitchen floor

Over exaggerated cheek smacking kisses that turn into cheek raspberries because he’s a little shit, but it makes you laugh until you can’t breathe, especially when he moves the raspberry blowing down to your stomach

Giving each of your toes a kiss whenever he gives you one of his world-famous foot massages

Forehead kisses when you’re just holding each other and swaying gently to the radio

The hurried kisses goodbye that always feel sad whenever you have to drop him at the airport, even though you know it isn’t forever

Hot, sweaty teenaged make out kisses when things really do turn into Netflix & Chill

Gentle brushes of his lips to your swollen baby belly that’s cradled in his big hands whilst he murmurs softly to the tiny life within about how much he loves her already, and that he can’t wait to finally meet her

#Henry Cavill Imagines #Henry Cavill x Reader #Henry Cavill x yn

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siremasterlawrence · 3 months

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A Ticket Of A Lifetime

My Destination is upon after waiting for well what felt life endlessly unwinding weeks of hell on earth torture and it all comes down to this my dears.

I enter the stadium a long, humongous ever lasting walk to the stage in the center of the super ball for this moment and I climb this stairs.

My per view grows smaller as I see three guys who are competing with me for the grand prize of a surprise and I am not one of those who competes.

I am selected by some community of voters weird right. Anyway, he undoes the envelope opening it with a simple tear and reads off my name.

The lights descending on him in a hovering like fashion quelling the crowd with a single hand gesture my world is about to take one hell of gnarly change.

Handing my the letter adorn in pure gold it is lighting on fire, eviscerating in my hand a lovely ember red hue is left and fades leaving a key in my hand.

It’s hot to the touch consuming my thoughts which are now running a mile a minute and I never saw the crowd disappear nor the arena either.

All I have is a door in front of me front center for me to see and dead on arrival for the truly most spookiest event ever if you will ever get to see.

I doubt that though considering my key is in the key hole, I brace myself turning it as the door swung open and I cannot believe my eyes.

The air swallows me whole with one swoosh I am past the thresh hold and embrace in to a strange pair of arms and I know it all so good.

Strong masculine body that is so massive in its state wraps my waist in to his and drapes highly over me.

My nose accidentally digging in to his shirt I can’t help to love and savor his scent as it is now with me forever.

“OH MY GOD! “

“That is not me “

“Henry Cavill?”

“You got it mate”

“Why are we here?”

“I have no idea…though you might”

“Anybody here?”

“Your guess is as good as mine”

“Commence, prompt, activate “

“Why did you say those…”

“Henry? Mate? Are you ok?”

“Soul transfer begins “

“What are you saying! STOP!”

“My body !”

“Why is changing?”

“Is this astral form “

“Your body too”

“How on earth are we flying?”

“Hello! This is a your new body speaking “

“Excuse me?”

“You won the universal gift a new life”

“Are you saying?”

“This body “

“Is yours now”

“Henry? Is he?”

“Dead?”

“Yeah”

“No! Very much alive”

“Woof!”

“Think of this one soul meets another “

“You are combined “

“Combined us both?”

“It’s only right “

“For the better”

“You deserve it”

“You are just “

“So godly!”

“Who me?”

“You are the most perfect”

“Iconic”

“Greatest!”

“No one else as good”

“He will soon see”

“He is the other side to your coin “

“How can this be possible?”

“Everyone has a match “

“Soul match!”

“Relax man “

“Shussshhh”

“Close your eyes “

“We are one”

“Exactly one body “

“Mind”

“Soul”

“Body “

“Let it all surrender “

“Nothing to hold you back “

“Free falling in to one existential existence “

“Mwahahahahaha “

“You are enjoying “

“I am now assembled “

“This is the best gift”

“A LIFETIME WORTH”

“Mmmmmm”

“I feel so sexy”

“I am fucking sexy”

The end

#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #body possession #the possession.#reprogramming #souls combined #hypnosis #hypno dreams #dream realm #in universe

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ramp-it-up · 10 months

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The Gentleman Returns

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Veterinarian!Reader

Summary: Henry comes back. Can he keep his composure around you?

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. S MUT, Explicit description of graphic sex. P orn with just a little bit of plot. Read at your own risk. Flashbacks, Facetime s ex, long distance romance, Angst, pining, flirting, arguing, reader insecurity, wagering, brat behavior, dirty talk, size kink, or al s ex, raw p in v (wrap before you tap), b reeding kink, pain kink, m asturbation,o ral sex (f recieving) Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N: This is part two of Doctor and Mr. Cavill. Let me know if you liked it!

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“I am in control. I am not a man possessed. I am not an animal.”

Henry repeated it to himself as he prepared for his morning cardio run down, which just happened to be 3.5 miles down Route 60 to your house. He decided that running would serve two purposes: One, to round out his morning exercise, and two, to calm him down.

It had been a long two weeks away.

You were constantly on Henry’s mind and it took all of his acting skills to attend to the matters that took him home to Great Britain. But he was finally back in your town, which happened to be the location of his latest film role, and he was focused on letting you know that he didn’t think of you as just a good time in America.

Henry knew that you thought he just wanted to have his way with you. The truth was that he felt for you deeply, and he didn’t quite know how to tell you. Things had gone much farther and faster than he ever imagined they would.

That’s why Henry was determined to be a gentleman today.

He’d stop by and say hello, collect Kal, ask you out on a date, and leave you intact like the lady you are. And then, maybe later, perhaps…. His heart rate escalated as he decided that he wouldn’t just grab you and take you up to your bed and fuck your brains out.

No.

Absolutely not.

Henry shook his head and smiled as he started the 5K run to your house.

He’d landed the night before, and you both agreed that he needed to rest before he was in charge of Kal again. He slept, and then bounded out at 5 am the next morning to train and also to tame the boner that he’d awakened with for the past fortnight.

Henry’s head was in the clouds and he barely registered any exertion on the road to your place; he just daydreamed about led him to this point.

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Two weeks earlier...

Good morning Doctor. How are you?

The text was sent at 7:43 am, as soon as he touched down at JFK. Henry found that he had no qualms about looking desperate for you, because he actually was.

Henry was surprised when you responded so promptly this early in the morning, but he was pleased.

Good morning Mr. Cavill. I’m a little sore. Fed the animals and am now taking a nice, hot bath.

Henry was concerned as he shouldered his backpack and walked down the jet bridge to the car area for his service. He was stopped for an autograph by someone who recognized him despite his baseball cap and mask, and as such, he didn't have time to really think when he responded.

Oh no! Did you lift too much feed? You really must lift heavy weights properly.

Henry’s brow was furrowed as he thought of you injured. You chuckled at Henry’s cluelessness.

You’re carrying the weight that did the damage.

It took a second for the lightbulb to go off in Henry’s head, and when it did, he groaned, remembering how tight you’d been around him, but then he frowned again. He dialed you as soon as he was in the SUV with the door closed.

You stared at your phone, not believing that he was facetiming you. After hesitating for just a moment, you answered.

“Hello?”

Henry peered at you through the screen then smiled, bringing the sun into your world.

“Hullo.”

You smiled back and bit your lip and Henry watched your mouth turn into a little pout. Damn, he was a goner.

“Are you okay?”

His voice was laced with a sexy tone that sent a tingle down your spine. You could swear that your title had now become a term of endearment instead of a joke. Your head was spinning with desire, need and a little uncertainty.

“I am perfectly fine.”

You certainly looked fit, Henry thought. And then he spied the bruise on your lip.

“What happened to your mouth?”

Henry looked angry, and your heart beat faster, thinking of how attractive he was when the dark clouds entered his eyes.

“… I split my lip when I… “

You looked down, eyelashes fanning your heated cheeks. What came next out of your mouth was a low and husky, but perfectly clear, whisper.

“I split my lip on you.”

Even in the bath, you grew moist at the memory of trying to accommodate Henry’s girth the night before. The slight pain of your bruised lip was forgotten the night before when you’d looked up at him through your lashes.

Henry’s barely perceptible moan brought you back into the moment and made you rub your thighs together under the water. He took you in, an alluring vision all slippery and wet and beautiful. If he could actually fly like Superman back to your side, he would.

“Dear God. Do you know what you do to me?”

Henry intoned it deeply as he rubbed his jaw and licked his lips.

“No, I don’t know, Mr. Cavill. Tell me?”

Henry let out a dark chuckle, double checking that the privacy partition was up in the car even though he had his airpods in.

“You’re an enchantress. I cant resist your allure, my dear Doctor, you’re captivating and I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I left.”

He watched you blush and had an idea.

“I have to get out of this car soon, and I’ll have to make it to my room to take care of this evidence of your affect on me…”

He panned down to his lap.

“Don’t…please.”

Henry's hand stilled on the ridge of his denimed dick. You’d commanded him with a whisper. He growled your name deep in his throat and you visibly shivered.

“I mean. It’s not for me to decide, but, if you were looking forward to us participating in activities like we did last night again…I’d rather you not…spill anything without me there to collect it. That is, if you could wait that long to cum again. To cum.. inside… me again..”

When you looked up at him again, you saw Henry’s eyes dilate as he bit his lip thinking of your wet heat. His cock jumped as debased images of what he wanted to do to you flooded his brain. He cleared his throat and his eyebrow rose as he bared his teeth in a feral smile to speak to you, his deep bass rumbling through you.

“You want me to save my seed to fill you up with, hmmm?”

You nodded, biting your lip, and your half closed eyes and whimpers only made him harder. He moved his hands to the leather seat of the suv, as he listened to the water moving around you as your free hand floated to your thigh.

“How about I come back with my balls heavy with cum to pump you full of and let drip out of your pores. Could you handle that?”

You squirmed, your face full of desire. Henry felt like a man starved for your touch although he just left you not 4 hours earlier.

“Mmmmmm... I’d like that. Very, very much.”

Henry watched you throw your head back and licked his lips,trying to find the taste of you from last night.

“D’you need to be fucked again, Doctor?”

He was speaking softly, but resolutely now, his dulcet tones making you feel some kind of way.

“Ohhh, Henry… I’m still a little sore and swollen.”

Henry bit his lip. He didn’t want you to be discomforted, but the idea that he’d ruined you made him mad with need. He was panting as if he’d played a full rugby match and he was ready to burst inside his pants.

“Are you? I should be there, to kiss that sweet little cunt. Soothe all her sore places with my tongue. D’you need that?”

Henry stopped himself from calling you Love, but the pet name reverberated in his brain as he watched your beautiful face full of want for him.

“Yes Henry. Oh my goddd!”

You brought your hand up to your neck and Henry wished it was his.

“Lemme see those nipples, play with them for me, yeah?”

You did as you were told and Henry watched as you filled your hands with yourself. He nearly cried at the sight. He instinctively rubbed his cock again, but he could control himself.

Couldn’t he?

With you he was not so sure, but there was no going back now, he had to see you through to your end.

“Feel that pussy for me, let her know how much I miss her already. Get in there, Love. Let me hear how much she aches for me.”

He’d let it slip. And he didn’t care. You didn't either. He could call you anything he wanted as long as he didn’t stop talking you through this need.

“Oh… Hen-ry…”

Your mouth opened wider and your head was thrown back as your hands ventured further down your body.

“Are you circling that plucky little bud for me?”

“Y-yessssss.”

The stutter and the look on your face made him even bolder. Henry clenched his jaw and his fists to keep control.

“I’m not far from the hotel. Give me one before I get there. Be a good girl for me…you were so good last night…took my cock so well, although I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“I’m not…hurt so good Henry…”

Henry kept his eyes on you as you licked your lips and keened. You had him sweating 1500 miles away.

“I wanted to fill you up and watch it drip out of you…”

“F-f-fuck…!”

You were panting like a wild animal, and Henry swallowed the whine that was lodged in his throat with a growl.

“Now stuff three of your pretty little fingers in that pretty little plump cunt. Cum for me. Give me something to dream about.”

You heard his fierce whisper and your eyes rolled as you tried to catch your breath.

“H-h-henryyyy!”

Henry experienced three things: your beautiful face as you screamed with pleasure, his cock raging hard in the confines of his jeans, and his heart beating a mile a minute in his ears. Henry cursed under his breath and reached for the cold bottle of water provided by the car service. He took a swig, then closed it and put it on his forehead.

Henry tried to collect himself as he listened to your breathing settle and watched you open your eyes slowly and smile shyly at him.

“Such a good girl for me. You alright?”

You hummed.

“Yes, Mr. Cavill, Sir.”

Henry grinned. Maybe he had tamed the brat a little.

“Now. No more orgasms until I return.”

Henry the Dom was in full force. How was this your life? All you could do was smile at the fortune of having one of the sexiest men in the world lavish this attention on you. You decided to enjoy it while it lasted.

“Right.”

Henry cocked his brow at you. He hoped he looked hard. Because inside….Well, inside, he was all mush for you.

“What was that?”

“I mean, No Sir.”

Henry wanted to say a lot, but he needed to get on with his day; his first interview was in less than two hours.

“We will talk later, Doctor, before I board the redeye for London..”

“Of course, Mr. Cavill. Sir.”

Henry threw you a look as you winked and ended the call. He sighed and stepped out of the car, head full of you as he headed to the penthouse.

You climbed out of the bath and fell back into bed naked, dreaming of Henry in your arms.

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Three days later….

The picture you’d sent made Henry wild.

It was an innocent picture of Kal, his snout resting on your bare thigh. It was exactly where he wanted to be.

“That rake. Trying to steal my girl,” he murmured to himself as he grinned at his phone.

“What’s that Hen?”

Henry looked up at the two men who were smirking at him over their brandies. Henry looked from Corey to Jamie’s face. He hadn’t heard a word they’d said.

“What?”

“You’ve not stared down at your lap and smiled like that since Year 7.”

Corey knew Henry better than almost anyone.

“Who is it?”

Jamie was curious what had his mate so distracted. Henry’s head was in the clouds in between press for their movie that was being released, he was working out every spare minute, and he wasn’t looking at any of the lovely ladies that threw themselves at him, not even a little.

Henry’s face lit up.

“I don’t even know where to begin. She’s… she’s amazing…”

Henry commenced to waxing poetic about you.

When he finally took a breath, Corey asked, “Yeah, yeah.. But how does she look, lad?”

Henry grinned and flipped through the pictures that you’d sent him on request. He found one that was relatively tame, with you sitting ensconced in his sweatshirt and nothing else. All you could see was your freshly washed face, that smile, and those legs.

Corey whistled.

“There’s a looker!”

He passed the phone to Jamie who looked at you and then up at Henry, who was beaming.

“That’s why you’ve been hitting the gym harder than usual. Working off that tension.”

Henry grinned.

“Yeah, she’s going to get it when I get back.”

Corey was quick to catch him.

“He’s saving himself? Oh shit. This is serious. When’s the wedding?”

Henry blanched.

“What?...No… we only just…”

“Henry. Did you notice the girl with the huge rack who’s walked by our table four times?”

Henry looked around the restaurant.

“Where? No…”

“She’s right there!”

Henry looked in the direction that Corey pointed.

“Her?” Henry laughed. “She’s… passable.”

Corey looked at Jamie and shook his head.

“You’re right, James. He’s gone. Raise a glass.”

Henry shook his head as Corey and James toasted and took a mockingly somber drink, then he clinked his own.

“Here’s to My Dear Doctor.”

“If she can tie you down, then cheers to Dr. Y/N!”

Henry shared a laugh with his friends.

“Now who wants to go on a run in the morning?”

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Later that night:

Although it was after midnight for Henry, it was only after 7 where you were. But your insecurity permeated your conversation with him that night. You went on about his dating history and he railed against online gossip mongers. Finally, you said what you were really thinking.

“I am so not your type, Henry.”

Henry sighed.

“What are you on about?”

I’m a convenience while you’re in town. And you still think you want me because we’re practically sexting every moment of the day. I bet that if we didn’t talk until you had to come back, you’d forget all about me. You’ll find some beautiful English rose…”

“How much?”

“Hunh?” You were being thrown off of your rant.

“How much do you want to bet?”

“Henry….”

“We’ve got, what, 10 more days? 100 quid.”

You couldn’t believe him.

“You’re trying to make light of this. Don’t worry about it. I’m not upset Henry.”

“So you’re chicken?”

“I am NOT!” You huffed. “What is a ‘quid’? A pound? You’re betting me a hundred pounds?”

“I forgot how poor the dollar is. I’ll take it easy on you. 100 dollars US.”

“You have a deal Mr. Cavill.”

Henry grinned on the other end of the line. Your brat side would work to his advantage this time.

“Deal. No more phone calls. Just two texts a day. Good morning and good night.”

You were quiet a long time. Then you decided, if it was going to end, you should just go ahead and end it.

“Okay. Goodbye Henry.”

“See you soon, Doctor.”

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Ten days after that conversation, you were feeding the sheep when Kal started barking and going crazy at the fence. You approached it and looked down the road to see Henry running toward you at an impressive pace.

Butterflies began to flutter in your belly. The last 10 days had sent you spiraling. Two texts a day were not enough. You missed Henry horribly, and you’d imagined him diddling half of Europe since you practically told him to. Well, you only had yourself to blame. You’d ruined a good thing, even if it were temporary.

You didn’t want to face him, but you had to give him his dog. You didn’t have much time prepare yourself because Henry’s time was good. He ran up and leaned on the fence as he greeted Kal. Then he looked up at you, hypnotizing you with those eyes and that smile of his.

Damn, you’d missed his face.

Henry was unequivocally a goner. The sight of you made him light headed, the erratic nature of his heart not a good combination with the increase from running.

“Hello, Doctor. How are you?”

Henry smiling at you made you warm. It felt like you’d never been asked that question before and you wanted to tell him your life story, but you just said, “Fine. And you Mr. Cavill?”

Henry grinned at the formalities. You were still his incorrigible brat that he’d left in bed two weeks ago.

His?

Yes, His, he decided as he watched you unlatch the gate enabling Kal’s attack. He laughed and rolled around in the grass with his pup and you watched fondly. You could get used to these two brutes. You tried to walk around them when Kal went after you too, tripping you up and causing you to fall onto Henry, straddling him as Kal barked excitedly beside you two.

You looked into Henry’s eyes, feeling him beneath you. It wasn’t sexual, not quite, just familiar. Henry was being calm and his hands just rested on your sides as he grinned up at you. You wanted to hug him. But instead, you made to get up.

“S-sorry.”

“No problem at all, Doctor.”

You cleared your throat and stood up, placing your hands on your hips, grimacing at Henry, who was up now himself. His hair was haloed by the early morning sunlight, and he winked at you as he brushed himself off. Damn him and his perfect features.

“D’you want some water?”

Henry regarded you, solemn and intense, when a drop of sweet traveled from his hairline into his right eye. You felt like you were drooling as you watched his biceps flex as he wiped it away.

“You’ve read my mind.”

The timbre of his voice reminded you of that night on facetime, and your pulse quickened at the thought that you had indeed read his mind. You wanted him, and here he was acting like you were just acquaintances. He really had fooled around in Europe. You could have kicked yourself.

You turned and Henry followed you into your house, taking off his shoes and washing his hands as you did. You watched Henry gulp down the water and you kept your distance. Kal seemed content to give you both your space in the kitchen as he laid in the sunlight from the window in the dining room.

“Doctor, we need to talk.”

Your heart dropped. You knew it.

“There’s nothing to talk about. We talked already. You found someone else. Or had some random hookups. Just as I told you you would.”

Henry’s blood was starting to boil. He took a deep breath, but his voice still came out menacing.

“You are the most maddening woman.You don’t get to tell me what I want, or what I did or what I should do. Like you said, we don’t know each other that well. But I thought that we had an understanding, L/N…”

Now you were angry.

“What understanding? How can we have an understanding if we’ve never really talked. We just fucked. You were horny. I was there. We. Just. Fucked. That’s it. It was good. Now it is over.”

“Oh? It’s over is it? I’ve half a mind to turn you over my knee.”

You chucked your chin up at him like you were daring him.

Henry saw the glint in your eye and he knew what had to happen. Gentlemanly thoughts were out the window. He put the glass down and advanced on you.

You moved back and opened your mouth to reply, but what came out was a squeak. You closed it quickly

“That’s right, listen good, little mouse.”

He moved again and you stayed put.

“Yes. We fucked. We fucked and it was amazing. But we fucked because I’m insanely attracted to you in a myriad ways, not just because I wanted to fuck. You were right. I know how to smash and dash, Doctor, and this is not that.”

Henry paused to look into your eyes, to make sure you understood him.

“I’m in awe of you. You’re a skilled professional, you’re kind, and gentle, and a nerd who loves to have a good time. You soothe me. You make me think and you make me go mad every time I think about how your body seems made for mine.”

You were inches apart, but he didn’t touch you.

“I’m entirely and utterly smitten with you. And I’m afraid of the power you have over me Doctor. I’m supposed to behave as a gentleman, but you make it impossible.”

Then, he stepped back leaned up against your counter, running his hand through his curls. It was the counter where you first kissed. You smiled at him.

Henry eyed you warily and crossed his arms, showcasing his muscles and veins. You were dangerous. but he was going to be strong.

“What?”

“You mean that you didn’t get with anyone else when you were away?”

Henry sighed and rolled his eyes.

“No. Didn’t want to.”

He stood up straighter as you advanced on him now.

“This perfect specimen of a body?”

You pointed, just shy of touching him. Henry reached back and grabbed the counter to keep from grabbing you.

You reached out and trailed your hand down his muscle shirt, stopping shy of the waistband of his shorts.

“And you’re willing to wait even longer?”

Henry cleared his throat.

“Yes.”

Henry’s voice broke and he caught your eye. At that moment, you knew your power.

“It’s just for you, Doctor. When you’re ready.”

You scoffed at him. And leaned up on tiptoe to whisper in his ear.

“But this body is for the world, Mr. Cavill. After all, millions drool over it every day.”

Your lips brushed the shell of his ear, and Henry closed his eyes and suppressed a shiver. He gave in and reached for you, grabbing you and pulling your flush to him. He looked down, eyes sparkling.

“Maybe so, but how we feel pressed together is just between me and you.”

You looked into the softness of his eyes and you could tell he was sincere.

“But how can you know?”

“I just know that I know. I want to protect you, I want to comfort you… I want to...”

“Oh, Henry…”

You threw your arms around him and kissed him. He lay claim to your mouth again and after, he rested his forehead on yours, panting.

“I’m… I want to be a gentleman…Want to take you out. Wine…dine…”

You palmed him over his shorts and watched his eyes dilate.

“What if I take you out?”

Henry watched you lick your palm and reach into his sweats as he forgot to breathe.

“I- I …” Henry looked down at what you were doing. “Careful…’

You looked up at him, determined now.

“I thought you were going to cum inside me and leak out of my pores.”

“Mmmmmmmmmother of god!”

Henry clenched his jaw as he growled at you.

“I do want to fuck you very badly, Doctor. But you deserve… to be treated….”

Henry’s voice faded away as you continued to stroke his rock hard length.

“It’s been 14 days. I deserve to be fucked. Hard. Need you ... please… Sir.”

You took his right hand and put it on your breast. He rolled your nipple through your shirt and then mirrored the gesture with his left. Henry had a brief thought that you were trying top him before his brain short circuited.

Before you knew it, you’d been spun around and your face was on the cool marble of your countertop. Henry pulled your leggings down to your ankles. You pulled one leg out and Henry hoisted it up on the counter. You leaned back and desperately grabbed at his curls.

“Please Henry, Give!”

He leaned over and whispered in your ear as his fingertips spread you wide.

“Trust me Doctor, you will take. But first…”

Henry sank to his knees and whispered to your cunt.

“Been so long. Need to taste…mmmmmmm.”

You were pulled back onto Henry’s face as he buried his mouth into your wet crevasse. He hummed and smacked as if he were eating the best meal of his life. Henry certainly thought so. He destroyed your soul as he alternated fucking you with his tongue and licking you rudely throughout your entire crease.

After you came on his face, he took off your pants completely, and lifted you easily in his arms, walking a few feet to your couch.

Henry set you down face first before him, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“You’re a venus, my dear Doctor.”

Henry’s thick fingers moved from your knee digging into the couch cushions up your thigh to the wetness dripping there. Four fingers found your slick and swiped, while his thumb ghosted your puckered hole.

“Mhmmmmm. Henry…”

“So responsive f’me. Want to be everywhere all at once.”

Henry enjoyed the feeling of his cock slipping in your wetness, the way you moved to try and get him inside you. He moaned knowing how much you wanted him too. His hands moved up from your hips to find your nipples under the top you were wearing and your moves became more wanton. Henry became irritated at the confines of your shirt. He reached for the hem.

“Take this off…There we go.”

He pulled you to him, your cool back against his warm torso, and he trailed his hands up and down your body.

“‘ve wanted my hands on you ever since I left…”

“Me too, Mr. Cavill.”

You’d turned your head to whisper, and Henry’s mouth captured yours in a kiss. You wiggled your ass against the pounding organ that was wedged between your cheeks, and he reached down to grab your hip to still you.

“Want my cock?”

You shook your head.

“No. Need it.”

And with that, you bent down again and looked over your shoulder at him, arching your back.

Henry gazed down at your presented ass and turned his head to the side, admiring, as that eyebrow raised and made you that much wetter.

“Yesss…” His blue eyes met yours. “I believe that you do.”

You whimpered and dropped your head, watching from below as Henry grabbed his cock at the base, his fingers splayed out against his big balls as he lined up and breached you with his rude, wide, mushroom tip.

“Let me…”

The stretch burned deliciously, and both of you grunted as Henry eased into you, his length and girth making you question reality again.

“…Slide into this warm…”

“Oh, Henry! Feels so-”

He cut you off.

“Shit! Love how you take it.”

“Oh god!”

You were almost sobbing at how good it felt.

“I feel you inside me.”

“D’you feel it getting bigger?”

You could hear the grin in his voice. You nodded and sobbed, the feeling indescribable.

“Stretching you out. So, so good.”

“Uh unhhh uhmmmmm. Missed you Hen...ry!”

“Me, too, Love. Me....too!”

Henry was moaning behind you as he smoothly thrust in and out of you, making it so good that your buried your head into the pillow and drooled into it between your screams of: “Oh my goddd!”

“Mmmm just like that, take it all for me.”

He delivered a sound slap to your behind and you keened.

“Love it when you take it all.”

He smacked you again.

“D’you like my cock?” he demanded.

“Mmmmyeah hmmm, I love itttt!”

Henry moved his hand around to your clit and started manipulating it.Then, he moved your hand to your sensitive nub as you whimpered.

“Now take over for me. Circle that clit. Justttt like that.”

You did as you were told, your legs shaking.

“Ohhh oh my god, Henry!”

“Just like that. Good girl.”

Henry smacked your ass yet again.

“Now keep it up.”

The stimulation was getting to be too much. This man knew how to fuck all of you, not just your body, but your mind.

“Henry…”

Your plaintive wail was almost too much for Henry. Yet he persisted.

“M’ gonna fuck you….”

Your wetness was making what was now happening sound obscene, and served to get you closer to the orgasm he hadn’t given you permission to have yet.

“Oh god!”

You wanted to pull your hand away, but you obeyed his command.

“There…”

Henry swiveled his hips so that your insides lit up like a christmas tree as he fucked you.

“Please…”

You couldn’t breathe, and you were beginning to feel a certain pressure in your pelvis. You whimpered again as Henry made you feel every nerve ending in your body.

“…Just…. there…”

Henry’s thrusts were controlled and steady, despite feeling your cunt clenching in waves around him as you tried in vain to stave off your end.

“Oh yeah I like that.”

He’d leaned down, hot breath in your ear.

“Oh I feel it Henry.”

“God yeah. Me too. You like that, Doctor?”

“Oh Godddddd!”

Henry pulled you upright and you struggled to keep circling your clit as your hips sped up of their own volition. You used two hands as Henry squeezed your hips, holding on as you bounced up and down on his dick. His eyes were glued to your bouncing tits.

“Oh shit! Just there…bounce like that, yeah.”

Henry’s mouth descended and latched on, sucking your jugular as you fucked yourself on him. His hands kneaded your bouncing breasts. He was in heaven.

“Use me, Baby. Make yourself feel good.”

“You’re so fucking big….”

Henry grinned into your neck.

“Feel it Doctor…”

Henry was blowing in your ear as he suckled on your lobe now. He bent you back over, placing his hand between your shoulder blades so you would move your hands and deliver the arch. You were relieved yet still desperate. Henry looked down and groaned.

“Look at that cream.”

The timbre of Henry’s voice and the slapping of skin on skin was more than you could bear.

“Henry… Please! Can I cum?”

The slapping intensified as Henry sped up and got sloppy, losing control finally.

“Cum… now Doctor…”

Henry stroked into you fiercely, prolonging your orgasm until your spasming channel forced him out of you.

You both exclaimed in disappointment, and Henry in laughed as he kissed your neck and plunged back inside you, fucking you even harder now.

“Thank you for that. I was about to spill everything inside you and this would be over. Gave me a bit of a breather. Now give me that arch again.”

He bent you over again.

“Just there. Oh yeah… Looka there…that arch…yesss. Love that arch.”

He crossed his arms to hold your hips still so that he could go even harder.

“Am I fucking you properly?”

You were drooling and your eyes were rolling; you barely registered his question. Henry slapped your ass.

“Oh. Yesssss! Fuck yesss. Cock is so hard…so big.”

“Oh, shit…sssssss!”

Henry hissed as he felt his cum crawl up from his balls.

“I….ugh… Henry!!!... I’m cuming…”

“M…Me toooo!”

—-

You were the little spoon to Henry’s big as he held you on your couch, the plaid throw covering your nakedness. You stroked Henry’s arm as he held you close.

“Did you spend the entire two weeks thinking that up?”

Henry leaned over to look at you, smiled, and kissed your nose. Then he relaxed again.

“That was entirely off the cuff. You’re an inspiration. A muse.”

“A sexual muse, hunh.”

Henry pulled you closer to him.

“So much more than sexually. You inspire me in so many areas.”

You looked back at him quizzically. He just grinned.

“Come, lets get cleaned up and get dressed. And give me ride over to my place, would you? We have a brunch reservation in… two hours at The Orangery. I’m taking you out on the town.”

“And you can pay, because you owe me a hundred dollars.”

You realized that it was put up or shut up time as Henry grinned at you.

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Popsicle?

Chris Evans x reader

Summary: Eating a popsicle got a whole other meaning when you are with Chris….

Warnings: Pure porn at this point. Blowjob, cursing, mention of public touches, deepthroat, face sitting, oral receiving M and F, double penetration, dildo, anal, anal fingering, pussy fingering, squirting, daddy kink, a little bit of mocking, mention of a threesome with Henry Cavill, possessive Chris, pet names, overstimulation, crying during sex, anal creampie, breeding kink, teasing, begging, rough sex and probably more sex related things but you get the idea. Oh and dom/sub dynamic of course

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Part 2🔥🔥

Popsicle?

It was a very hot day and you, your friends and your boyfriend, Chris went to the beach. It was very nice and refreshing. Besides, Chris finally had some time off from all the interviews for the upcoming movie Lightyear. But that also meant that not only the heat came from the sun but from the two of you, both touch starved. You hoped by having some activities at home before you left would help with that but unfortunately that both just made you want each other more.

There wasn’t a moment that there wouldn’t be a sinful thought swirling in your head or his. And let’s not talk about the teasing all day long that the both of you got riled up. Like sinful touches underwater, where Chris would swim next to you and touch you down below or you him.

But at the end of the day, you were both lazy and very tired from the sun and heat. When you arrived home you were both exhausted and plopped down on the couch after a shower. You had put on your silken kimono and put the tv on. Not long after, Chris joined you just as exhausted. The warmth really got to the both of you, now you were unable to take a dip.

“I’m getting a popsicle. You want one?” You asked Chris, standing up. He looked you up and down lazily and shook his head. “No thank you sweetheart.” You nodded and walked to the freezer, getting your favorite popsicle out of the freezer and made you way back.

Chris took a sip from his beer and watched the tv intently when you plopped back on the couch and unpacked the popsicle before putting it in your mouth and sucked on it. Chris got a little distracted by his sinful thoughts once again and eyed you out of the corner of his eyes. You didn’t notice Chris eyeing you with a small smirk playing on his lips as you were too caught up on what happened on the tv screen.

Chris knew that it wasn’t your intentions to tease him right now but he couldn’t help getting hard from the sight of you sucking on a popsicle. He turned his head slightly, in hopes of getting your attention as he raised his eyebrow with a smirk.

You looked at him but you hadn’t put two and two together yet. “What?” you asked him dumb, making Chris chuckle slightly at your innocence right now and shook his head, trying to focus back on the tv, even though he knew that his focus would be completely on you right now.

You sucked more on the popsicle and Chris took a glance at you, smiling. You looked at him again and got slightly irritated, not knowing why he was looking and smirking so much until his eyes landed on the popsicle and you got the memo. You chuckled slightly and started to lick the popsicle more seductive and got the full attention from Chris, if you hadn’t had that already while he looked intently at your skills.

He let out a groan when you licked the popsicle and saw that Chris let his head fall back, making you chuckle in reaction. The smile never leaving his lips as he enjoyed this a little bit too much. “I can’t even eat a popsicle in peace for you to have sinful thoughts Evans. You’re unbelievable.” You told him teasingly while Chris just let out a wholeheartedly laugh because you just liked that popsicle in the most sinful way possible.

“Well, maybe if you haven’t riled me up this much on the beach I wouldn’t have these sinful thoughts and let you eat it in peace.” He remarked back. “Well, you weren't the only one who got riled up today so that’s just a shit ass excuse.” You bantered back, making Chris chuckle. “Really? You want to go there now?” he asked you with a smirk in disbelieve. You hummed and nodded as if nothing had happened.

He shook his head while you ate your popsicle in a seductive way again, making Chris groan in annoyance. “Please Y/N.” he told you in a way for you to stop it. You raised your eyebrows and chuckled “Then don’t watch it Chris. I’m not making you.” you teased him and he rolled his eyes. You saw that he was fully hard now. “Seems like you got a slight problem there Evans….” He looked at you again and raised his eyebrow with a smirk. “Then why don’t you do something about it pretty baby?” Shit… this man knew about what that nickname did to you and the annoying smirk he got on his face said enough that he knew damn well.

You looked at him, two can play this game. “Then why don’t you ask me nicely babe?” you tried not to give in right away. “Oh, you want me to ask you nicely?” he acted dumb while you just nodded. “Oh so if I understand this correctly, daddy’s going to have to ask YOU for favors now? I thought that was your job.” Goddamn it. This handsome motherfucker knew just how to get you.

You hummed trying to stand your ground and Chris just chuckled. “Okay then” he told you and faced you, his body now towards you. “Pretty, pretty princess. Help daddy out if you want to cum at all tonight.” He told you lovingly and a little mockingly as he softly stroked your cheek with his knuckles. You knew that if you wouldn’t do what he said right now, you would indeed not cum at all as he always kept his word. You quickly put the last piece of popsicle in your mouth and finished it, putting it on the table as your hand fumbled to his sweats, while Chris watched you with a smirk on his face as he had you right where he wanted to.

You got his cock in your hands and softly stroke him off. “I said help me out, not tease me.” he told you stern and you quickly licked his shaft before trying to take him all in. Chris gasped loudly. “Oh god baby. Your lips are so cold.” You smirked as you knew that already but acted dumb. You got off his cock so you could look up at him. “Sorry daddy.” You told him but the grin told him all he needed to know and smacked your ass loudly. “Oh you already knew that. You’re being a bad girl and going to regret you just did that.” But the smirk gave him away as well. You had him there and he had to give you that.

“Get back to work baby girl and maybe I’ll forgive you if you do a good job.” He told you, holding your face between his palm as he squeezed your cheeks, giving a small short kiss on your pouted lips now. He let go of you so you could go down on his cock again. He held your hair back as you swirled your tongue over the tip of his reddened cock before taking him all in. You heard Chris moan as he let his head fall back down.

Your hands found his balls and massaged them as your head went up and down on a good steady rhythm. Chris looked at you again and placed his hand on the back of your head and started to pushed you down more on his cock while you gagged around him, saliva dripping over his cock towards his balls. He moaned out loud as your throat squeezed his cock. “There you go baby. Just like that princess.” He told you while you sucked him off.

His moans got louder and every time you would hear that angelic sound, it turned you on more and more. “I’m so proud of you sweetheart, taking my entire cock in that pretty mouth of yours.” He said between gasp, pleasure building. “Baby, I’m not going to last long.” You hummed while picking up the speed. Chris held your hair back and your head with the other hand so he could thrust into your mouth as he pushed his hips up. His cock hit the back of your throat and kept gagging every time. “I’m gonna cum baby.” you hummed again when you heard Chris moan loudly above you and the warm seed covered your throat, making you swallow it automatically.

When he was done, he was still panting a little and got your face between his palms and gave you a passionate kiss. “Get your pretty ass upstairs princess.” He told you, playfully smacking your ass, making you giggle in excitement while Chris smiled at you.

“God you look so beautiful in that kimono baby. Keep it on.” He told you as you entered the bedroom. “Come sit on daddy’s face, princess.” You climbed up in excitement with the help of Chris. He placed his arms around your legs so you had no other choice than to sit still. He took a long lick over your slit and hummed in approval. “So wet for daddy.” He approved before eating you out. His tongue entering you while his hand went up towards to your breast and played with your nipple. The moment his tongue connected to your pussy, you lost all strength in your body and already shuddered from pleasure as your body was covered with goosebumps.

He made eye contact with you while eating you out and it was the hottest thing ever, the sight alone almost made you cum at that alone. “Want daddy to finger you while I eat you out?” he asked you, making you nod. “You’re going to have to ask nicely….” He told you as to what you told him earlier. This bastard…. “Please daddy, please make me cum.” He hummed as if he was thinking about, wanting you to beg more. “Please, please, please daddy. I really want to cum in your mouth and on your fingers.” He smiled “Good girl, see that wasn’t so hard.” You would be irritated if you weren’t this needy for his fingers and tongue right now. His fingers entered you and pumped in and out of you while his tongue circled on your clit, now and then sucking it while you were close to reaching your high. You tightened around his fingers “You want to cum, princess?” he asked you and you had a feeling where this was leading to.

You nodded and he got that grin again “You’re going to have ask daddy nicely.” Sometimes you could do him one but this was not the moment. “Please daddy, please can I cum around your fingers.” He decided not to tease you anymore than he already had, knowing that you had learned your lesson. “Cum for daddy sweetheart. You can cum now.” he gave you permission and you came hard. You saw black dots and gasped for air meanwhile your whole body shook and Chris kept eating you out.

His fingers coated with your slick as he placed them on your lips, hinting that you needed to suck on them. You got off of his face and on to his chest while you sucked his fingers. His beard was covered with your slick as well and he got it off with the back of his hand, while looking seductively at you.

You rubbed your ass against his growing hard cock and Chris pulled you down for a heated kiss. His tongue dominating yours as the taste of your pussy hit your tastebuds. “You’re such a good girl, baby. I think you deserve my cock.” He told you and you immediately nodded submissive. “Please daddy. Please, may I have your cock.” He smiled and kissed your forehead, while his hands cupped your cheeks. “Yes baby. Cimb on daddy’s cock and make yourself cum.” He told you and you quickly stroked his cock, guiding him into your pussy.

You were still sensitive and clenched around him when you put him in. You always had to get used to his size. His hands gripping your hips, fingers digging into your flesh. You slowly started moving “Atta girl, go on.” You didn’t need more and picked up the pace while you both made eye contact. His eyes darkly looking back at you. You took it up a notch and started moving faster while sinful sounds got released from Chris’s throat.

You moaned and your hands went over his abs, turning you on even more. “Go make yourself cum now.” he commended and rubbed your clit with his thumb. He knew it wasn’t going to take you long as he hit your g-spot with his cock and you came in no time. You fell down on his chest and he softly petted your hair. “Good girl.” He whispered in your ear.

“Look at the mess you made on daddy’s dick.” He told you, holding you up now by your neck. “Clean it up baby.” You got off of him and looked at his cock which was glistening with your cum. You licked it all off his shaft until Chris got up. “Get on your hands and knees.” His voice dark. You did what he said and you heard him getting off of the bed. The moment you turned your head around, you got a hard smack on your ass. “Don’t. Look.” You looked in front of you awaiting what was going to happen.

“Daddy’s going to fill you up completely.” He told you and held your pink dildo in front of you. “Which one do you want in your ass princess?” You looked shocked “You need to learn some manners. You’ve been rude to daddy as if you had the nerve to backtalk to me.” you swallowed your saliva. “But don’t worry, daddy’s not going to hurt you… if you’re stying a good girl. Now. Which. One. Do. You. Want. In. Your. Ass?” your eyes went big. “You… you can choose daddy.” Your shaky voice gave you away. You’ve never tried anal before but the thought did turn you on of having two cock in you. “Now that’s the right answer baby girl.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll start with my fingers. You remember the safe word right baby?” he asked you and nodded. “Tell me what is pretty girl.” “Strawberry” you answered. “Good girl.” You felt his cock going over your dripping slit before entering you with a moan. “Still squeezing daddy so tight.” he remarked and heard him spit and felt his saliva covering your ass, before you felt his finger going over to your other entrance. “You ready sweetheart?” he asked you, making you nod.

You felt his finger slowly going in and a groan above you. “So tight baby, but that won’t last long I promise you.” it send shivers down your spine. He added another finger in and started pumping faster as you followed your high. “Daddy….” You screamed out from pleasure. “That’s it baby. Cum.” He told you and your whole body shook and trembled so much that you couldn’t even hold yourself up, collapsing into the mattress. “Good girl. Now I think it’s time for the real work. What do you think baby?”

You whimpered, still trembling from your last orgasm. He brought the dildo towards your mouth. “Take it in.” he told you. You opened your mouth while Chris pushed the dildo further into your mouth, making you gag and tear up. “Oh baby, you are so pretty and all mine.” After Chris thought was enough, saliva dripping down your chin and chest, he rubbed it in and got some on his hand for your ass before giving you a generous kiss.

“Daddy?” you asked tiredly and Chris hummed “What is it princess?” he said lovingly, making you feel a little small making you go even more into submission. “I want your cock in my ass.” Chris smiled and kissed your shoulder. “Good girl. I’d love to fuck your ass baby.” he told you before going back to his original place.

He rubbed the dildo against your slicky slit and pushed in, earning a loud moan from you. He spit on your ass again and rubbed the tip of his dick against your entrance before slowly pushing it in. You cried out from pain and pleasure and let your face fall onto the mattress. Chris started to moan loudly as well. “Oh my god, baby you are so tight.” he wasn’t even fully in yet. “ Take daddy’s cock like a good girl.” He told you before moving the dildo in and out of your pussy and pushed his cock further into your ass. Once he was fully in, you started crying from the pain and pleasure, making your entire body confused.

Chris waited with moving and kept playing with the dildo in your pussy. Once he noticed that you were close to coming, he started moving his cock in your ass and you moaned out like you’ve never done before, nails digging into the covers. Once he bottomed you out, he started pounding into you with the dildo at the same time. “Oh you’re doing so good, with two cocks filling you up.” You were in a crying orgasm and started squirting everywhere, making a mess on the entire bed and Chris “Oh look at that, you’re so gorgeous. I’m so proud of you baby” You couldn’t stop squirting and moaning, getting lost in complete and utter pleasure as you fell down on the bed, exhausted. But that didn’t stop Chris.

His hands now on your ass cheeks, pushing you further into the mattress as he thrusted hard in to you. The dildo still resting in your pussy. “Maybe if you’re a good girl I can make an acceptation of sharing you and invite Cavill to destroy that pretty pussy of yours while I pound into you from behind.”

Just the thought of Chris and Henry Cavill pounding in and out of you, using your body as their sex toy got you another round of a eye rolling orgasm. “Oh you like that idea, don’t you princess? Mhm? You’re a little cockslut aren’t you?” you whimpered and tried to wiggle away as the pleasure became too much. “No princess, you’re staying right here and take that pounding.” He growled in your ear as the loud sounds of skin on skin and your dripping wet pussy filled the air.

He laid his entire body on yours so you had no way of moving at all as he overpowered you. He put his arm around your neck and slightly pulled you up in a chocking hold while his thrust became harder and more erratic. “I’m going to fill this pretty ass up. It’s mine now.” he growled in your ear.

You came another time and it felt like you were going to pas out for sure. You felt something warm shoot in your ass and Chris let go of the chokehold, making you fall with your face in the covers while he came loudly. Your whole body was shaking and you couldn’t stop, muscles aching. Chris got out of you, leaving you whimpering from sensitivity as he got the dildo out as well and kissed the top of your head. You felt his cum dripping out of your ass, falling on your legs.

Chris cleaned you up, knowing you had absolutely no strength left. “Are you okay baby?” He asked you lovingly and caring. You nodded exhausted. He gave you a loving sympathetic smile “You did so good princess. I’m so proud of you.” he told you as he crawled in bed naked next to you and pulled you against him to cuddle. He softly went with his hand over your hair and gave you head kisses.

“Do you really like the idea of me and Cavill fucking you?” He asked you curious. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. “Maybe…” you told him, voice raspy. He hummed and nodded, staring at the ceiling and then back at you. “Maybe I should give him a call someday then….” You felt excitement bubbling up by the thought and couldn’t help but smile. Chris smiled back but held your face between his hand again. “But don’t you dare too forget that you’re mine.” He growled intimidating and you couldn’t help but feel the excitement and butterflies going crazy in your stomach. “Yes daddy, I’m all yours.” You told him and kissed him lovingly.

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Prompt because your work is aMAZing: when it’s before Sherlock and y/n’s wedding day, and he’s being an insufferable gentleman but she bats her eyes going “do you not want me” and he absolutely loses it 😏😏

Your Only Warning

Character: Henry Cavill as Sherlock in Enola Holmes

Summary: Alone in the library with his betrothed, the Reader, Sherlock fights to remain a gentleman…with limited success.

Content: 18+ for incredibly filthy language, explicit description of future sexual intimacy, dominant, angsty “I AM A GENTLEMAN” Sherlock, with a side of mild “look what you’ve made me do” rhetoric from our dear detective, but for the benefit of the very eagerly consenting Reader who absolutely intended to make him do precisely what he’s done.

Notes: Thank you so much for the prompt; I loved it, and hope you like the story, Anon!

It is a rare occasion that your future husband allows you to be alone with him.

Ever the gentleman, ever possessed by the fine arts of propriety, justice, compassion, and self-discipline…all the qualities for which you find yourself more deeply in love by the day…Sherlock has become increasingly distracted, sometimes even dismissive, of your endeavors to cultivate closeness, as the day of your wedding draws near. You do not know what precisely has caused his detachment; never once has he expressed any regret for his proposal, nor suggested he does not wish to proceed with the marriage, but something has changed.

You cannot recall the last time he was tender—if ever he truly was. No soft words, nothing of your beauty, certainly, rise to your memory, even as you entertain the recollections of shared laughter, discussions of books or music, your eager interest in his cases and his equal enthusiasm to share his work with you. Meanwhile, you long to pour out your heart on the subject of his handsome face, his gorgeous eyes, how much you long for his touch, his kiss, his…

Well.

Sherlock’s true feelings for you are a mystery that only he could solve, and finding the time alone to ask him to unravel his secrets has been nigh impossible. But tonight, at another interminable dinner party for your family and his, a challenge from Enola to discover the secret passages of the Holmes estate has led you to the library, opening a hidden door behind a bookshelf to your delight…and the surprise of Sherlock, whom you discover pensively staring out the wide window behind his desk. He looks back over his shoulder, slightly startled, but smiles when he recognizes your familiar form emerging from the shadows.

“Very well done, Miss —,” he praises you, and your heart flutters happily at the accolade. “My sister will be most pleased to have such a companion as yourself with whom to roam these halls. When we can coax her back home, that is.”

“I hope you will find me a fine companion, too,” you offer, stepping out from the passageway and into the library proper. You look about you: no one else is there. Good.

“Naturally,” he replies, leaving the sanctuary of his desk, but still keeping a polite distance. “It will be entirely pleasant to share a home with you, here or in London. I have too long breakfasted alone, beginning the day in sullen silence, only to let supper grow cold, too, for want of more companionable nourishment.”

“Yes, I quite look forward to that, too,” you reply politely, a few tears of disappointment pooling in the corners of your eyes. His once ardent interest truly does seem to have waned into a wish for company over meals. Still, your hope preservers; perhaps this is only a gentlemanly demurring from more intimate matters? You have had some success in delving into his captivating mind. What line of inquiry might unlock his heart?

“And you must never hesitate to make use of this library.”

“Thank you. But…Mr. Holmes…”

“Yes?”

“I mean…certainly we shall share other…other rooms, too?”

“Of course. You must be honest with me in the correction of my bachelor habits.”

“Yes, and you must similarly address the conventions of my customary solitude.”

These mirrored platitudes are maddening. You steel your courage and make a bolder proposition.

“But is it not true that, as is only proper, to my understanding, that when we marry, we will be…as one?”

At this, he meets your eyes for a brief, flickering moment, then turns away from you entirely, and begins to meticulously examine the books on the shelves, uttering a monosyllabic: “Ah.”

You wait.

And wait.

At long last, he clears his throat slightly and says, “I hope that if you should have any concerns of that nature, you might seek out the counsel of a recently married woman of your own age—Mrs. Watson, for example, is a lady of faultless virtue and excellent education, and might allay your fears—“

“I have no fears!” you exclaim. “I have…great anticipation. Longing, for a closeness I thought you equally desired. Sherlock, please I long to know and be known as a wife, to share with you every facet of my life, including—my…our—“

“Please, Miss —“

“But of late you scarcely look at me—“

“Dear girl,” he interrupts again. “I beg you to cease this line of inquiry!”

Your frustration bubbles over. Determinedly, you cross the room to where he stands, and slip around his hulking frame, insinuating yourself betwixt him and the bookcase, demanding his attention whether he will or no.

“What is it, Sherlock?” you ask, gazing up at him through your eyelashes, feeling your pulse quicken at his nearness. “Do you not want me?”

“Do I,” he growls through gritted teeth. “Not want you?”

In an instant, he has you restrained against the bookshelves, one hand pinned above your head and the other left to grasp frantically at his lapel, feeling the hard muscle and pounding heart beneath his fine coat, like an ember burning beneath your fingertips.

“Every moment I am plagued with wanting you! Do you not understand why I have withdrawn from you, why I must keep my distance from the woman I love?”

Sherlock lays his palm against your cheek, then slides his fingers down your neck, across your collarbones, coming to rest against the heaving swell of your breast over your gown.

“This is why. To prevent this.”

Hands over hearts, you are more closely entwined than you have ever been, and you can see with perfect clarity that his eyes burn with deep, profound emotion as well as increasingly unbridled yearning. Pinioned there by his full weight and bulk, you are completely helpless to his whims, and nothing has ever felt so freeing in your entire life. Finally, finally, finally, you exalt in your mind, and you sigh his name, unable to suppress a slight moan, which only seems to afflict him further.

“Oh, Sherlock…”

“I am a gentleman of unimpeachable conduct, but you would turn me into a brute. The more time I spend in your presence, the closer the day draws near when you will be mine, the more I find my resolve tested,” he despairs, drawing in a deep breath, and shuddering as the scent of your hair, your skin, permeates his senses. “Look at us, look what you have done! All this time I have resisted, but you undo it in a mere minute…”

His lips are practically touching yours, his grip on your wrist grown tighter, the press of his unmistakable hardness against you firm and unyielding.

“This,” he explains, his voice gone ragged and low. “Is your only warning, my dear sweet bride. If you speak another word of wanting before I may lawfully, licitly show you every way a man may possess his wife, if you touch me—or, or, you perfect minx, my gorgeous tormentor, if you with all your whiles force my hand…if you insist I kiss your glove in public, or ask for my arm to cross the street…I will make you pay for it the minute we are wed. I will turn you over my knee and spank your backside bruised. I will have you in every room of the house; damn who might see us. I will hunt you down across the estate and take you in the fields or the forest like an animal, for so you make me, darling. I will bind your hands to my bed and make you come for me over and over again until you have not a single thought left in this brilliant little mind, and then I will fuck your pretty weeping cunt until I’m sated and you are dripping with my seed. And that for a start.”

Sherlock, eyes glittering with his barely leashed lust, presses a light, chaste kiss to your cheek.

“Are we understood, Miss —?”

“Yes, yes,” you gasp, and, with the final indulgence of skimming the pad of his thumb across your trembling bottom lip, he very gently, courteously releases you, and then promptly flees to the opposite side of the room to pour himself a substantial drink. He downs it in one gulp, then takes several very deep breaths, and though he keeps his back to you, you can tell, with a secret thrill down your spine, that he is adjusting his clothes in a futile attempt to disguise his arousal.

“You were best return to the drawing room at once,” he instructs, almost bashful at his body’s insistence against his mind’s prudence. It is incredibly endearing. “I must compose myself.”

“Of course. Forgive me, sir, that I have discomposed you so.”

“No, no, it is I who must apologize. Can you forgive me, dearest girl, that I have not made clear to you that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen? I was never a man of sentiment until now, and feared that to linger too long on the object of my desire, might make me lose all control. But I will tell you every day, ten times a day—from now until the end of my life, that your loveliness of body and soul is to me as vital as the air I breathe.”

“Are you becoming a poet, Sherlock?” you tease, melting all the more at his rush of tenderness, so looked for and longed for.

“Only for you,” he sighs, and you almost faint away as his hand drops to palm the outline of his cock through his trousers. Realizing the nature of his reflexive gesture, he gives a frustrated groan and points at you accusingly. “Only a romantic fool, and only a devious, seducing scoundrel, because of you.”

You laugh together, and, sneaking one last fervent look over your shoulder as he sinks into his chair and begins to unfasten his trousers, you close the door behind you depart, practically skipping through the halls of the home that will soon be yours, too, to rejoin both sides of the family in the parlor.

About ten minutes later, Sherlock rejoins the party, too, and no one seems to suspect anything untoward, clearly a relief to you both as your eyes meet across the table with a shared, secret glow. Once all parting pleasantries are exchanged, Sherlock follows you and your family out to the carriage, keeping a painfully respectful distance all the while. He offers only a formal bow and a stern, “Good evening” by means of farewell, but you have other designs.

“Good evening to you, too, Mr. Holmes,” you reply with a cheerful smile, and then, in front of the whole company, you elegantly present your hand to your fiancé to be kissed…

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vedic astrology observations pt 4

1. big buff men 🥵💪🏼

I had previously observed that Mars, Jupiter & Cancer influence is what makes certain men naturally possess a big, broad frame and a beefy physique

Another important factor is having a large yoni animal (elephant, buffalo or cow) because our yoni animal also affects our physique

I had previously made an observation about how Moon dominant women tend to have a very voluptuous physique and upon further research, the same largely applies to Moon dominant men😍🙈

Jason Momoa, Pushya stellium (sun, mercury and venus) Vishaka moon and mars in Mrigashira (darakaraka)

Henry Cavill is Bharani sun, Shravana moon & rising, venus in Mrigashira and saturn in Chitra

Channing Tatum has Uttaraphalguni moon & saturn (his atmakaraka), venus in Mrigashira (amatyakaraka) Ketu in Dhanishta

Joe Manganiello has Revati moon, venus in Dhanishta amatyakaraka

Dolph Lundgren (walmart Arnold according to some) has Swati sun, Purvabhadrapada moon, Vishaka mercury amatyakaraka and jupiter in Chitra atmakaraka, along with ketu in Bharani

Terry Crews, Pushya sun & mercury, Hasta moon conjunct ketu, mars in Punarvasu

Michael Clarke Duncan has Pushya moon. Shravana venus and mars in Vishaka atmakaraka, jupiter in Chitra and ketu in Bharani

Steve Reeves, Bharani moon, venus in Dhanishta, Jupiter conjunct Ascendant in Shravana

Gerard Butler, Vishaka sun conjunct mercury, venus in Swati, Hasta rising

2. Ingenues in cinema are often played by Punarvasu, Pushya, Rohini & Mrigashira natives. An Ingenue is a character trope used to describe a female character that is young, endearingly innocent, virginal, naïve, sweet & gentle.

Mumtaz, was an Ingenue sex symbol in India in the 60s & 70s. She has Pushya sun & venus, Punarvasu mercury & rising, mars in Mrigashira atmakaraka

Drew Barrymore, Punarvasu moon, Mrigashira rising has played an ingenue in many of her films

Marilyn Monroe aka the most well renowned Ingenue sex symbol, has Rohini sun & mercury

In 13 going on 30, Jennifer Garner plays a little girl stuck in the body of a grown woman (which is what an Ingenue essentially is). She has Mrigashira moon with Venus conjunct Mars in Rohini

An extension of the "Ingenue" archetype would be the "Dumb Blonde archetype"

Christina Applegate's most well known role is that of Kelly in the show Married With Children. Kelly is a typical "dumb blonde". Christina is Mrigashira rising

Goldie Hawn is notorious for playing such characters. She is Mrigashira moon

in her acting roles, Jessica Simpson often played the "dumb blonde". She has Punarvasu sun conjunct mercury

Paris Hilton played a huge role in 2000s pop culture and most people associate the word "bimbo" with her. She has Pushya moon conjunct rahu

Pamela Anderson often played characters of this sort. She is Mrigashira rising with Mercury in Punarvasu as her amatyakaraka

Isabel Sarli often played a naive girl who gets taken advantage of sexually in many of her sexploitation movies. She has Punarvasu sun

Brigitte Bardot, the woman who was considered "Europe's answer to Marilyn Monroe" was Rohini moon (Marilyn being Rohini sun) with Ketu in Pushya

the role that propelled Margot Robbie to fame was that of a "blonde bombshell". Margot is Punarvasu rising (she also plays Barbie which is also very on brand)

Amy Adams' breakout role was that of an ingenue princess in Enchanted. She is Rohini rising (conjunct ketu), venus in Pushya and saturn in Punarvasu amatyakaraka

Cameron Diaz often played "the dumb blonde" early on in her career. She is a Punarvasu stellium (venus, ketu & rising)

Liv Tyler has played the ingenue, as well as "the damsel in distress" (an extension of the ingenue trope). She is Punarvasu rising with Jupiter in Mrigashira atmakaraka

Olivia de Havilland often played the Ingenue or characters that were extremely ladylike & "proper". She has a Punarvasu stellium (moon, venus & saturn), mercury in Mrigashira & ketu in Pushya

in the movie Black Swan, Nina is the "white swan", she is pure, innocent, naïve and incapable of playing the role of the sexually charged, erotic "Black Swan". Nina is played by Natalie Portman who has Mrigashira sun. (she has a dysfunctional relationship with her mother in the film and that's another recurring theme I will discuss in a future post)

it shouldn't be too surprising that Punarvasu & Pushya girls are on this list, Cancer has always been a mainstay rashi/sign in Bimbocore, with Barbie's creator herself having Ketu in Punarvasu and being played by Margot Robbie who is Punarvasu rising.

Mrigashira, is the first of the Mars nakshatras and thereby the least developed. Mars represents a very sexually charged, unbridled fiery erotic energy but in Mrigashira, these natives are unable to channel it. Now, keeping the mythology of Rohini & Mrigashira in mind, we know that Mrigashira has themes of being endlessly pursued; it is a very seductive nakshatra that entices others but these natives are emotionally almost childlike and innocent and uncertain about how to handle these advances. This makes them all the more appealing in many ways, the combination of physical sex appeal combined with a girly, innocent, naïve, childlike persona makes them more intriguing. Keep in mind the fact that both other Mars ruled naks are Rakshasa gana, which means they've developed the ability to exert their fiery Mars sexuality in a way that gives them control, Mrigashira being a Deva gana nakshatra AND a Mridu one, means that these natives are genuinely sincere hearted, guileless and vulnerable.

(here's a post that discuses this)

a very good example would be Brooke Shields; she was a child star who played roles and did things that were completely inappropriate for a child and as a result, she was sexualised at a very young age. she had a very dysfunctional relationship with her mother (a common theme in the lives of many of these natives) who managed her career. by the time she was a teenager she was the object of desire for everyone. however Brooke was a virgin until the age of 22. the most sexualised woman of her time was a shy, awkward virgin. Brooke has Rohini stellium (sun, jupiter & rahu) with Mrigashira moon & mercury.

Rohini was Brahma's daughter & Brahma desired her sexually, which made her run away from him. In Mrigashira she takes the form of a deer, leaving behind her human form which caused unnatural desire in her own father. Both these nakshatras are strongly tied to incest, stalking and taboo sexual desire. These natives are pursued by men who are fascinated by their innocence & sensuality. These natives seem to garner unwanted attention wherever they go; they are pursued endlessly and this makes them uncomfortable. Most of these natives choose to live very private lives, almost shrouded in secrecy, they are very quiet and do not indulge in attention seeking behaviour.

3. Nakshatras that are two tier like Uttarabhadrapada & Purvabhadrapada, Uttaraphalguni & Purvaphalguni, Uttarashada Purvashada tend to attract each other

Sanjay Leela Bhansali has Ketu in Uttarashada & his 2 muses are Aishwarya Rai (Purvashada moon) and Deepika Padukone (Purvashada sun)

Namjoon is a Purvaphalguni sun & Yoongi is a Uttaraphalguni moon. Although all the members share unique bonds with each other, Namjoon & Yoongi were the founding members of what became BTS and have a connection that goes wayyy back.

Tim Burton (Uttarashada moon) frequently works with Johnny Depp (Purvashada moon)

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