#we know how to turn on henry's bottom switch

[joshsjipple]

Brother's Best Friend, pt 2

JOSH KISZKA X FEMALE READER

A/N: Hey my loves! Finally posting this and wrapping this little blurb up! Just wanted to say Tumblr isn't letting me reply to your comments, but I am seeing them! I seriously appreciate every like, reblog, and comment. I'm so happy you guys are enjoying my content:) This is also heavily unedited!

Word Count: 3.2k

WARNINGS: 18+ graphic sexual content! unprotected sex (wrap before you tap people), teasing, dirty talk, praise, oral sex (m/f/rec), choking, language, minor cock warming, p in v, throat fucking, gagging, dom/sub (switches), use of vibrator, spit play, feelings, and light fluff. Sorry if I missed anything!

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When a knock on your front door appears and causes you to falter while putting dishes away, you check the clock. 10:30. You’re a bit concerned at who would be at your door this late, but nonetheless, you patter over and look through the peephole. You wouldn’t have been super surprised if it was one of your friends or even Henry coming to assure you’ve forgiven him, but seeing Josh with his hands stuffed in his pockets was last on your list. 

“Josh? What are you doing here?” you ask once you’ve opened the door. You try to hide the annoyance in your voice but you can tell by his knitted eyebrows that it didn’t work.

It’s been three weeks since you and Josh hooked up. Three weeks, and not a single word from him. You should have been fuming at the fact he was standing in front of you right now, gleaming at you with puppy dog eyes, but you didn’t try to contact him after the fact either.

“I know it’s late, but I just got back from New York and I needed to see you.” he says, pushing past you into your apartment. You scoff and follow behind him, slamming the door behind you.

Your heart leaps at the fact that him being away was probably the reason he didn’t reach out. “Oh. How long were you gone?” you can’t help but ask.

“Only a week,” he rubs the back of his head. 

“Oh.” you feel your expression drop back into its subtle annoyed pose. “So you don’t have an excuse?”

He stares at you, trying to decide what you mean. “An excuse for what?”

You bite your lip and shake your head. “Gee Josh, I don’t know! Maybe the fact we shared an intimate moment and then you told me you wanted to be with me and then ghosted me?”

“I know, Y/N. I know, okay? But you didn’t reach out either. I just figured you needed time.”

“Yes, I did, but three weeks?” you stare in disbelief. “Whatever Josh. Can you just go? I have things to do.”

“At 10:30? What could you possibly have to do this late?” he tilts his head. 

You take this as a challenge and rummage through your mind for an excuse. Only one thought pops in your head and you bite your lip as you decide if you should use ir or not. “I need to relieve myself.” You watch as his jaw falls open slightly, showing his white teeth. The skin of his cheeks turns into a soft shade of pink as he soaks in your words. “So I’d really appreciate it if you left. Right now.”

“Woah, wait a second.” he resists against you as you try to guide him back to the door. “You don’t want me to help?”

“Nope,” you say, popping the p. 

“How do I score an invite?” he tries again. You sigh and try to push him back to the door, but he holds his ground.

“You don’t. Now go home.”

“Let me make you feel good. Please.” he rasps. You remove your hands from his shirt and stare into his big brown eyes. No man should ever look this desperate to please a woman. Paired with his teeth tugging at his bottom lip and his hands settling on your waist, he puts up a good fight. “Do I need to beg?” he asks, tugging your shirt up with his hands. 

“Be my guest,” you say, pushing away from his warm body and disappearing into your room. 

At first, you’re unsure if he’ll even follow you there. Josh was huge on consent, and you didn’t exactly say yes. Your worries vanish after a few seconds when you hear his footsteps approaching your door. You stand next to your bed, hands folded across your chest. When he finally appears, he shuts your door and stands a few feet from you.

“Where do you want me?” he smirks.

“Right there is fine,” you say, pointing next to your nightstand.

Like a puppy, he does exactly as you say. You have to turn away from him to hide the blush on your lips as you remove your shirt. Wearing nothing under, you toss the material on the floor and begin to shimmy your way out of your pants.

“Wait. What are you doing?” he huffs from behind you.

“You can watch.” you say through a grin.

Without turning to catch his reaction, you wander to your dresser and dig in the top drawer. Finding your pink vibrator, you clutch onto it and crawl on your bed. Josh smirks at you, obviously enjoying the show you’re mindlessly putting on for him. 

“It’s pink. How cute.” sarcasm oozes from his mouth.

“If you touch me this is over and you leave my house, got it?”

He opens his mouth to speak but quickly shuts it, deciding a nod would be better for his current situation. You turn on the device and the hum combined with Josh’s eyes staring into your soul makes you squeeze your legs together. Shaking away the shivers, you prop yourself up on your headboard and begin to open your legs.

“That’s it baby… spread your legs.” he begins to palm himself through his jeans.

Immediately, you snap your legs shut and sit up. “Don’t do that,” you growl defensively. “I’m in control here.”

“Right,” he rolls his eyes playfully. “I’ll let you have your moment.”

“On your knees,” you direct him, trying to keep your voice from shaking. He obliges, falling to his knees right in front of you. “Good. Just sit there and look pretty, mk?”

You watch his fingernails dig into his clothed thighs as you run the member through your folds. You make sure to spice up your reaction, rolling your eyes in the back of your head and letting out a soft moan. Josh sits there, as he’s told, a glimmer in his eyes. You continue sliding the device through your slick, biting down on your lip when it comes across your clit. He adjusts himself, letting out a groan as he searches for friction through his pants.

“Jesus, fuck Y/N. Do you want me to beg? Cause I will.” he growls. 

You pull the vibrator away from your heat and think for a moment. It’s a nice visual to imagine him on his hands and knees begging to get you off, but you sweep it from your mind. Holding his gaze, you flick the utensil over your throbbing clit. Your hips grind up into it, a long breath leaving your lungs.

“Please, Y/N. I need to taste you so bad,” he begins, a mischievous shimmer in his eye. Your guard shatters as he slowly crawls to you. Your breathing hitches as he makes eye contact with your heat. “Open up for me. Let me see you.”

Shamefully, you do just that. His tongue darts out and traces his bottom lip. Your skin flourishes with goosebumps as his cool breath reaches your center. “How do you plan on ‘being in control’ if you can’t touch me?”

He smirks, obviously having a plan. He shrugs and says, “I don’t know, mama. Wanna find out?” You nod quickly and he lets out a low chuckle. “I thought so. Now touch yourself.”

You falter for a moment, but begin to drag your fingernails across your stomach. Squeezing one of your breasts, you toss the vibrator to the side. You drag a finger over yourself, relishing in the feeling of actual human skin causing you pleasure. Your eyes flutter shut in hopes of escaping his glare, but you feel his eyes lingering on your skin. You squirm, imagining his finger teasing your clit. It’s stupid, considering he’s right there and would gladly do it for you.

“You’re so pretty when you’re like this,” he hums, blowing cold air across the nipple that’s not threaded through your fingers. Your back arches involuntarily at his words. “I wish I could touch you, baby. I’d make you feel so good until you’re crying for my cock.”

You circle your clit quicker, earning a low grunt from Josh. “You wish.”

“I do,” he responds without a pause. “I wish so bad.”

You add another finger and work your bundle of nerves furiously. Josh’s hovering above you, not a single piece of him touching you. It’s driving you insane and there’s nothing you want more than to feel his tongue sucking your clit. The image of him between your legs in the car pops into your mind. His cheeks were red, his chin covered in your release as he stared at you through hooded eyelids. You use this image to help resist the urge of letting him win.

When you arch your back even farther, your chest nears his face. He breathes out, the warm air coating your body. “Say the words and I’ll make you cum harder than you ever have before.”

You groan. “No.”

“Your funeral,” he smirks, sitting back on his ankles. You don’t know when he crawled onto the bed, but that thought was the farthest thing from your mind as he began to unbutton his pants. You scoff at him, perching yourself back up on your elbows. “What? You said I couldn’t touch you.”

“You’re such a tease.”

“Says the girl who’s getting herself off for my own personal torture,” he bites as he works the fabric off his legs. 

“You should have called, Josh.” you hiss, working your fingers back over yourself. 

You drag a finger to your entrance and slowly slide it in as Josh removes his last layer. His cock is hard as a rock, precum leaking from the tip. Your body jerks at the sight of a vein protruding from the side. In one swift, fluid motion, he tugs the shirt off his back and tosses it to the ground. He returns to his cock and it looks painful as he takes it into his hand and begins to fist himself. Your heart nearly explodes as he does the most vile thing a man could ever do; spit on himself. You moan his name as you watch him begin to jerk himself. You begin to move your finger in and out of you faster.

“Add another,” he demands in a hoarse tone. 

Your body shakes as you slide your ring finger back into yourself, along with your pointer. Sloppish noises fill the room as you and Josh both work towards your climaxes. Your eyes are glued to Josh’s cock, his glued to your dripping center. 

“Give me that,” he stops his motions and snatches the vibrator from beside you. When you open your mouth in protest, he stops you. “You only said I couldn’t touch you.”

“Stop cheating, Kiszka.” you growl, your stomach muscles tensing as your fingers pound into you.

“Let me touch you,” he tries one last time.

“Not happening,” you say, removing your fingers from your entrance. “Let’s see what you���ve got.” you say confidently, knowing damn well you’re screwed. 

He flips the switch on and settles between your legs, careful not to let any part of himself touch you. He holds the device in the air and presses it to your clit. You jolt from under him as he abruptly pulls it away from you. Then, he flicks it off before sliding the tip of it into you. Your hands grip your bed sheets as he pathetically slides the tube in and out of you, just fast enough to keep you stimulated but too slow to get you anywhere. 

“Josh,” you whine and buck your hips against the toy.

“Nope,” he teases. “Your turn to beg.”

Anger splashes through your blood as you bite down on your lip. “I’m not begging.”

“Just surrender already. You’re so difficult.” he whispers. 

“Please touch me, Josh.” you pathetically say, your words strained. 

As soon as those words leave your mouth, he removes the vibrator and abandons it on the bed next to you. You expect to feel his lips sucking on your clit immediately, but he starts at your ankles. Placing delicate but wet kisses along your skin, you grip the sheets tighter. He nips at the inside of your thighs, tugging and sucking on your skin. You have hope when his lips brush across your folds, but they abandon that idea and he kisses your belly button instead.

You grab his head of curls and push him back to your heat. “Either make me cum or leave.”

“So demanding,” he rolls his eyes before diving in.

Immediately, he takes your clit into his mouth. His lips knead the swollen bundle of nerves and when he tries to pull away, your hand holds him in place. “So fucking hot.” He continues to lap at your clit. “I could cum just from getting you off, you know that right?”

You clench your teeth before saying, “Get on with it.”

He giggles against you, the vibrations causing an extra wave of arousal to rush through you. Luckily, Josh can tell and quickly reattaches his mouth to your soaking core. His tongue teases your entrance as his lips work around. He acts like a starved man as he devours your pussy. 

“Do that again–shit–just like that, baby. So fucking good.” you shiver underneath him. 

His hands grip your ass as he forces you farther into the heat of his mouth. Your thighs squeeze around his head and he pulls a hand from under you to hold it down. The unrelenting force of his mouth draws you closer to the edge and your legs begin to shake as stars appear in your vision. With your hand fiercely tugging at his curls, you thrust into his face. Josh welcomes it, humming in pleasure. 

That motion sends you into oblivion. You become a withering mess, your body jerking from side to side as an orgasm rips through you. His name, along with a dozen profanities, leave your mouth. Josh doesn’t stop his motions of licking, sucking, and stroking until your body stops shaking and your release coats the bottom half of his face. 

Gathering your strength, you blink motionless at the ceiling. He kisses your thighs, gently licking up any access cum he didn’t catch in his mouth. Once you’re cleaned up, he crawls over your limp body and falls against you. His arms wrap you in a tight hug and you can feel his cock twitch against your leg.

“You okay?” He says as he kisses your ear.

“I want to make you feel good, Josh.” you say in a hushed tone, snaking your hand down to the shaft of him. The contact makes him jump and thrust into you. He whimpers into your neck, making your eyes roll in the back of your head. “Sit up for me, pretty.”

He listens and you crawl over his outstretched legs. You run your tongue over his belly button, tracing his happy trail all the way down to the patch of hair resting below his hips. You kiss his soft skin, earning sweet moans. His hand finds your hair and he massages your scalp. You take him into your hand again, pumping him a few times as you lick up his balls. When you pull away from him, a sheen of sweat has covered his rosie cheeks.

“Go on, mama. Suck it.” he quivers, his thumb running over your plump lip. He uses the tip of his cock to brand you with his pre cum, spreading it across the skin like lipstick. “Open.” 

You stick out your tongue and allow him to slap himself on the muscle before you slide him into your mouth. Josh pushes your head down until every hard inch of him is buried in the back of your throat. Your lungs burn as tears form in your eyes. 

“Breathe, mama.” he soothes you, his fingers massaging your head. He doesn’t move an inch, forcing you to focus on your breathing. You fight back a gag as his fingers brush a strand of hair out of your face. “You look remarkable with my cock down your throat, love.” He pulls you off of his length, his eyes meeting yours. He wipes drool from your lip with a smirk. “You take me so good. Gonna be a good girl and let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours?” he asks.

You nod and he quickly shoves himself back into your mouth. He uses his hand as a makeshift ponytail as he plunges up into your mouth. You gag as tears spill down your cheeks. You focus on his chest. His chest heaves, his stomach flexing with every thrust. You feel him twitch in your mouth and he quickly removes your lips from him. A trail of saliva is all that connects the two of you.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” he groans, using the pad of his thumb to break the line. He dips it in your mouth before pulling it back out. Manhandling you, he pulls you to the edge of the bed so he’s standing between you. “Are you still on the pill?” you nod. “Do you want to use a condom?”

“No, Josh. Cum inside of me. Please. I need it.” you cry. 

He groans from above you, sliding the tip of him through your slick. You wrap your legs around your waist and one of his hands keeps you in place as the other angles your ass higher. Without warning, he stuffs himself inside of you. A loud, pornographic moan escapes your mouth as his hips snap in and out of you.

“You’re so tight, darling. Fuck–taking me so good.” he whimpers from above you.

His hands grip your tits as he continues to fuck your cunt. Your legs tighten around him, hands clawing at his back as you take everything he has. Pleasure already builds in your lower abdomen, and you try to fight it off, not ready to let him go. His strokes deepen inside of you and you feel yourself sliding back. Josh places his hand on your neck, squeezing enough to take your breath away for a moment. 

“Josh,” you rasp through the hold on your neck.

“Yeah? Say my name again–fuck.” his grip tightens and you grab his wrist with your hand.

“Josh, I’m gonna cum.” you warn as the tip of him brushes against your G-spot once more. 

He repeats the same move until your body shakes violently from under him. His eyebrows are knitted together tightly as another mind blowing orgasm controls your body. He follows soon after, panting and crying your name as he fills you up. He’s warm inside of you and you want to feel this way forever. 

He collapses on top of you, burying his nose in your neck. You both pant as your bodies recuperate. His hand eventually finds your cheek and his thumb strokes the soft skin. He wipes hair out of your face before kissing your collar bone. He kisses a trail along your face, planting a giant one of your forehead before connecting them.

“I’m so in love with you,” he admits, hands massaging your scalp. 

“I love you Josh. I want to be with you.”

He pulls away and stares at you with his big brown eyes. His eyes crinkle as he smiles. “I’m eternally yours, sweetheart.”

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[luxthestrange]

Incorrect quotes#717 On his Knees

Inside Lucifer's Office

Luci*Looking down at Mc who told him he needs to stop working and spend time with his brothers*Dont you ever tell me what to do!

Mc*Arms crossed leaning over one leg, sticking their hip out*...Get down on your knees

Luci:...*Malfunctions and is on knees in front of you turned on*"I don't know what they said I just-"

Lucifer playing Mario Kart with his brothers

Levi: How did Henry convince you, Bro? Usually, it takes more time to convince you*Is racing for first place, playing as princess peach*

Luci*Malfuctions again crashing Bowser*...How about we dont ask that...

I like Top Luci just like the next gremlin...and I love the content for that but...Lucifer is at most a switch...who can go bottom for you/mc like-its been shown before he is the biggest simp internally thru actions before...also I personally believe Levi loves princess peach...and surprisingly Asmo is a bigger fan of daisy In my eyes

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[angryschnauzer]

Warm Hands

Summary; Its your fourth date with Henry and you still haven’t slept together, so when you arrive at his house for a picnic, you are surprised to find that he needs your professional help as a physiotherapist. But once you get your warm hands on his body, neither of you can hold back much longer.

A continuation of my Henry x Physio Reader story previous part here

A/N This is wholly inspired by Henry’s recent instagram post and the part where he said that no-one needs to see him in his underwear on the kitchen table because I CERTAINLY DO.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Female Physiotherapist Reader 

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, massaging Henrys thighs, sports injury, Henry in his underwear, unwanted erections, unprotected sex, Henry being slightly dom, reader taking control, creampie. 

Unbeta’d, all typo’s are free range and organic. I do not run a tag list but if you follow @angryschnauzerwrites​ and put that blog onto notifications, you will get an alert every time i post something new, AND its where you can find my previous works.

Warm Hands

Parking your little car in the corner of the secluded driveway you shut the engine off and chewed nervously on your lip. It was your fourth date with Henry and he’d casually invited you for a picnic ‘in the quiet countryside’, but hadn’t been specific on the end time of your date. What was making you nervous was that you hadn’t actually slept together yet and the vagueness of the end time had you wondering. 

Your first date had been coffee a few weeks after meeting when you’d stumbled upon him injured in the park during your lunch break from the hospital where you worked as a physiotherapist. Second date had been to a rugby game where he’d put too much strain on his injured leg and had ended with him scheduling an appointment with you for some professional physio treatment. Third date had been dinner at a fancy restaurant that had ended with a mind blowing kiss in your hallway but nothing further as he had to get home to let Kal - his dog - out for an evening bathroom break.

So now you were at date number four and you were more than ready to take the relationship to the next level. You glanced at the small overnight bag you’d packed ‘just in case’ with a few essentials. Deciding to leave the bag in the car for now, you got out and made your way to the small kitchen door of the mews cottage, Henry having explained how it was the best door to come to. What you weren’t expecting to see as you looked through the glass section of the door was Henry grimacing in pain as he steadied himself on the kitchen counter. Trying the doorknob you stepped inside;

“Oh my god, what’s wrong?!” slipping your hands beneath his arms as he winced and kept all his weight on one leg.

“Cramp…” he gasped; “... in my thigh…”

Looking down you only then realised he was in just his underwear below the waist, the muscles in his thigh tense and frozen. Just then the steam iron hissed and you saw that he must have been pressing his smart chino’s just before you’d arrived;

“Ok, let's get you rested somewhere… hop onto the table…”

You helped him move the few feet to his massive wooden table that ran the centre of his kitchen, quickly moving a pile of papers on there and setting them down elsewhere, before noticing the switch for the iron and flicking that to off. Returning to Henry you placed your hands onto his cramping thigh, the muscles rock solid where the spasm was in full hold.

“Uurggh ah uuuhhh” Henry moaned, wincing and sucking in a sharp intake of breath as another spasm shot through his muscle. 

You held your hands over the muscle trying to warm it so it could relax, rubbing the skin as he whimpered from the pain;

“Shhh it’s ok, it’ll go. We just need to warm your leg up”

Running your hands around his thigh you attempted to remain as professional as possible, but the sight of his quite frankly enormous thighs under your hands were a sight to behold. Looking up you saw that Henry had his arm thrown across his face as the spasms kept sending waves of pain through his leg, and it was then that as you moved your hand around the inside of his thigh that you felt it. You couldn’t help but to look where your knuckles had just touched, your eyes going wide as you saw the considerable bulge he had packed in there. Another whimper from his lips pulled your attention away from the elephant’s trunk in the room, rubbing your hands over his thigh as it still cramped. 

Nothing seemed to be having any effect, and it was then that you saw his hand was gripping the edge of the table so hard his knuckles were going white;

“Hen… you’re going to have to relax… let go of the table…”

He took a deep breath before finally speaking, his voice small and quiet;

“I can’t…”

“Why?”

“Because if i relax, i won’t be able to hold it back…”

It took you a few seconds to realise what he was talking about before with a dawning realisation hit that he was fighting a hard-on. What you did next surprised him enough to have him pull his arm away and look at you with wide eyed wonder, as you’d climbed into the table and straddled his thighs, your soft summer skirt falling around you. Resting your hands on his chest you nestled your leg right against his, the warmth of your skin starting to soothe the cramp;

“There…” you smiled at him; “Plus now you can relax as everything is hidden by my skirt…”

He glanced down to where you were sitting on him and you watched as he finally let go of the table, stretching his fingers out before with a smile rested his hand on your hip;

“Thank you… and i’m sorry…”

“What are you sorry for?”

“For… well…” he actually blushed, his cheeks and nose a beautiful shade of pink as he looked away bashfully; “I didn’t want you to think… umm, i don’t know really, i didn’t want to pressure you into anything…”

Resting your hands on his stomach you gently leaned forwards, your face over his as you smiled;

“You wouldn’t be pressuring me… i want this..”

At your works you rocked forward a little, knowing there was just the thinnest of lace between you and the jersey fabric that was struggling to contain Henry’s arousal. You watched as his expression change, his eyes grew a little darker and he licked his lips;

“Again…”

This time when you rolled your hips you found his other hand had grasped your hip too, his firm grip adding to the smooth roll as you ground your core against his hardening arousal. 

“C’mere…” he suddenly pulled you flush with his chest, his mouth upon yours as he kissed you fiercely which you eagerly reciprocated. The kiss was fiery, teeth and tongues before he suddenly gasped and pulled away; “FUCK!... The cramp’s back…”

Quickly sitting up you settled your weight over his thigh, the warmth from between your legs immediately soothing the strong muscle beneath you. Henry’s expression dropped and he look liked a sad kicked puppy;

“Its ok… it’ll go soon…” you reassured him

He let out a deep sigh;

“I just… i want to be able to please you…”

“To… please me?... Oh…” you took hold of his hand; “Henry… you will please me…”

“But… if i’m not at peak performance… i wanna bring my best game to our first time, ya’know?”

And just like that the blush was back on his cheeks, and you finally realised why he had been holding back;

“Henry… i really like you… like really like you, to be blunt just this brief grinding on you has me close. You don’t have to be in control all the time” you softly pressed his hand to your chest; “And i’m kinda getting the idea that when you’re in bed with someone you like to be in control, right?”

“Well, you can still be in control even if you’re not on top…”

His hand gently squeezed your breast through your dress as you watched the realisation of what you said sink in, and a mischievous smile crept over his face;

“So… what are we waiting for?” he cocked an eyebrow at you and you couldn’t help but to laugh

“Your leg to stop cramping…”

“Oh… yeah…” he flexed the muscle beneath you and smiled; “Well, it seems ok now…” his other hand started to sneak beneath your skirts and it was your turn to be surprised;

“Henry! Now? Here?”

“Why not... you already said you were close, and as you can feel i’m ready…” he bucked his hips just the tiniest amount and you felt his considerable length rub against your mound.

“On the kitchen table?”

“Yes or No sweetheart…” just then his hand had found your panties and a thick finger was rubbing at your clit through the soaked lace

“Yes… fuck yes…”

You quickly lifted your hips enough to reach into Henry’s underwear and pull his erection free, marvelling at the thick girth and the heat of the silky skin against your hand, just as he pulled your underwear to the side. Rising up onto your knees you positioned him at your entrance and slowly sank down, gasping as his thickness stretched your velvet channel;

“Oh fuck…”

Beneath you Henry growled, his sharp teeth gnawing at his bottom lip as he struggled to hold back from pulling you down, knowing that his size was a struggle to take at first and letting you go at your own pace would be worth it in the end;

“That’s it babe… doing so well” he let out a grunt as you took another inch, he could feel the warmth of your thighs as you got lower and was almost there, until he couldn’t hold out any longer and his hand instinctively pulled you down the rest of the way until he was balls deep inside you.

The moans that escaped your lips echoed around the room, your womb trembling from the sheer pleasure that was surging through you as you let your body adjust to his massive size. He rested both hands on your hips as you moved your own to his hard stomach, and with a grin you started to lift your hips and start to ride him.

“That’s it Babe” he praised you as he started to move your hips, to pull you down a little harder each time you would rise up on your knees; “Can feel your tight cunt squeezing me so hard already”

A litany of curses fell from your lips as he took control, moving you as if you weighed no more than a feather and he fucked you from beneath. Your orgasm was growing closer as whimpers escaped your lips, before with a blinding explosion in your mind you came with a scream. 

Henry was seconds behind, the tight squeeze of your cunt around him was enough to set his own orgasm off, pumping you full with rope after rope of his thick creamy seed, the knowledge that you’d be walking around all day with his cum dripping from you prolonging his orgasm even longer.

Henry pulled you down to kiss you, this time soft and gentle as his lips pressed to yours, your bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of your tryst. Resting on his chest you pulled away and smiled at him, his arms holding you tight;

“Do you still want to go on a picnic today? My friend has a hundred acre farm in the Surrey Hills, its beautiful”

“I’d love to” you started to push yourself up to decouple your bodies; “Sounds secluded too” 

“Oh, it is”

Carefully swinging your leg over Henry and climbing off the table, you extending a hand to him so he could side to the floor too;

“Can i suggest something then? Perhaps not chino’s then?”

He glanced at his still creased trousers as they sat on the abandoned ironing board;

“Why?”

“Grass stains” you said with a wink. 

Henry pulled you to his chest, his hand on your ass giving it a squeeze;

“Ooh naughty… good idea, i’ll go get my jeans… this is going to be a picnic to remember”

As he stepped away he called over his shoulder;

“If you brought an overnight bag might be worth bringing it in now, i fully intend on fucking you so much this afternoon you’ll be too exhausted to carry it in later”

Laughing you said ok as you went to your car, glad you packed multiple changes of underwear. As you returned to the house you went to pull a clean pair of panties out of the bag just as Henry was walking in buttoning his jeans and saw what was in your hand;

“No no, you’re keeping those panties on”

“But they’re soaked with your cum”

He wrapped his arms around you, his eyes dark with desire;

“That’s exactly why you’re keeping them on, the only other acceptable attire would to be bare beneath that pretty dress of yours, understand?”

“Yes Sir” you answered with a smirk as Henry grabbed the picnic basket and headed for the door. It was certainly going to be an afternoon to remember...

#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill smut

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Ugh I just love your Indiana Jones fic!! I can’t wait for you to write more! Can I make a request for an Indy x reader where they’re married/have a long-term relationship with each other and the whole thing is just filled with domestic fluff (romantic gestures, pillow talk, cuddling, etc)?

Thank you! You absolutely can :D

(I’m sorry this took so long, but I hope you enjoy!)

A Walk in the Park - Indiana Jones

Requested!

Character: Indiana Jones x F!Reader

Words: 1.2k

Birds chirping and sun rays shining in is what woke Y/N, the soft snoring of her husband accompanying it. Noticing her movement, he tightened his arm around her waist, burying his face into her neck. She smiled, realising how perfect her life was at that moment. 

Y/N turned slightly, appreciating her sleeping husband. Slowly running her hands through his hair.

“You’re staring again,” he grumbled, opening a single eye and peeking at his wife. Smiling, Y/N rolled herself out of bed.

“I guess I’ll just have to get up then,” she said, simply, standing up before Indy grabbed her hand and pulled her back into bed. Trapped, Y/N started laughing making Indy laugh, a hint of tiredness lacing it.

“Sorry Doll, that ain’t happening,” Indy told her, wrapping himself around her. Giving in, she wrapped herself similarly around him. 

“What are we going to do today?” the woman asked, once again running her fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp slightly. He hummed in delight and leaned into it.

“This?” He replied with hope, moving to kiss Y/N on his forehead.

As much as the proposition had enticed Y/N, she did not want to waste the day in bed. It was very rare that they got a day alone together, much less a nice day like today. With the sun shining and the birds singing. 

“No can do, mister,” Y/N tutted. He stared up at her with big puppy dog eyes and she kissed his nose before he kissed her, lovingly. 

Getting up, she laughed again as she heard his groan from the bathroom.

“Let’s go, Indy,” She called to him before brushing her teeth. When she had finished, noticing there was still no movement from their bedroom, she called out to him again.

“Indiana, come on! I want to get out before it starts to rain,” Huffing, she popped her head into the bedroom, seeing Indiana lying on their bed. She rolled her eyes and leant on the door frame, crossing her arms.

“Henry. You better get out of bed right now,” At the use of his real name, his head snapped up, eyes glaring.

“You know I hate it when you call me that, Sweetheart,” He spat. He knew that ‘Sweetheart’ was Y/N’s least favourite pet name. It was what he called difficult women when he wanted to be condescending. 

“Well, I will continue to call you Henry until you get out of bed. Is that clear, Henry?” She teased, wiggling her eyebrows at his disgruntled expression.

There was a moment of silence between the couple before Indy leapt out of bed, earning a squeak from Y/N. She raced down the stairs, followed closely by Indiana. She was chanting ‘Henry’ over and over again, only causing Indy to chase her faster around their house.

He caught her in the kitchen, tickling her gently and cradling her in his arms. 

Y/N had eventually pinned him to the floor (only because he let her) and straddled his waist. She leant down and kissed him, holding his face with both hands.

“Hey look at that, I got you out of bed,” She cheered, triumphantly, waving her arms in the air. At that, he grabbed her waist and switched their positions. Now he was leaning over her, trapping her hands above her head.

She stuck her bottom lip out, pouting, and Indy leant down and kissed her, sweetly. 

“Well since you were the one to get me out of bed, you can be the one to make us breakfast,” He was joking, of course, they were both going to make breakfast, unwilling to do anything without the other. 

While doing dishes, Indy splashed Y/N with soapy water. She froze, turning threateningly slowly around to see Indy’s cheeky smile. His soapy hands reached out towards her, inviting her in for a hug but she tried to bat him away before he could get her.

They were laughing together, Indy wrapping her in a hug, getting her wet. Y/N steered them towards the bedroom and ushered Indy into the closet, asking him to get dressed while she headed into the bathroom to dry herself off. 

Once they were both dressed Y/N began packing a picnic basket for them to take to the park that was close to their home. Whilst she did that, Indy gathered their books and the picnic blanket. It was times like this Y/N was sad they lead such adventurous life, had they been home more often they could have had a dog to take out. But neither of them were willing to give up the life and so, for now, they were going to remain dog-less. 

Y/N had once, jokingly, suggested they adopt a snake and Indy all but signed the divorce papers then and there.

The walk to the park had been pleasant, Indy insisted on carrying the picnic bag and blanket and so Y/N carried their books. Though their lives were usually hectic, it felt nice to slow down. The Jones couple couldn’t wait to sit down and read together. 

Sat beneath their favourite tree, Y/N set some food out before she leant her head in her husband’s lap and she began to read, Indy opted to just people-watch, content with stroking his wife’s hair. After a while, however, Indy grew bored of watching the children playing and asked Y/N if she would read to him. She obliged, knowing that Indy liked the sound of her voice.

She was halfway through the book and so would have to stop every now and again to explain a plot point to Indy but he didn’t mind, he enjoyed watching her enthusiastic rants about characters and their actions. He was invested now, promising himself he would borrow the book after his wife and read it himself, though he doubted it would sound as enticing as when his loving wife read it.

Indy also had his opinions about the book and when he voiced those opinions Y/N would snack on some food and laugh at how invested he was, even after one chapter.

By the time Y/N had finished three chapters the sun was setting. Shivering, Y/N put the book away and took out the flask she had packed, pouring them both a cup of tea. Indy took off his jacket and placed it on Y/N’s shoulders, rubbing them for warmth. She shuffled back and leant her head on his shoulder, holding his hand.

They sat together and watched the sunset.

Later, when they were back in bed, tangled in each other, Y/N sighed.

“Today has been the perfect day,” She whispered, scared to break the peaceful silence.

“It has, thank you,” He hummed, dragging her closer to him.

“No, thank you. My perfect husband, I’m so glad you found me,” Y/N spoke, the warmth of him and the softness of the bed urging this moment of vulnerability. “Marrying you has been the best adventure of my life.”

“Aw doll, you got me blushing here,” He replies, caressing her face gently. “I didn’t think I would ever settle down. And then you came along, and I couldn’t be happier.”

“I love you,” Y/N said, kissing him passionately.

“I love you too,” Indy mumbled against her lips.

Birds chirping and sun rays shining in is what woke Y/N, the soft snoring of her husband accompanying it. Noticing her movement, he tightened his arm around her waist, burying his face into her neck. She smiled, realising how perfect her life was at that moment. 

Y/N turned slightly, appreciating her sleeping husband. Slowly running her hands through his hair.

“You’re staring again,” he grumbled, opening a single eye and peeking at his wife. Smiling, Y/N rolled herself out of bed.

“I guess I’ll just have to get up then,” she said, simply, standing up before Indy grabbed her hand and pulled her back into bed. Trapped, Y/N started laughing making Indy laugh, a hint of tiredness lacing it.

“Sorry Doll, that ain’t happening,” Indy told her, wrapping himself around her. Giving in, she wrapped herself similarly around him. 

“What are we going to do today?” the woman asked, once again running her fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp slightly. He hummed in delight and leaned into it.

“This?” He replied with hope, moving to kiss Y/N on his forehead.

As much as the proposition had enticed Y/N, she did not want to waste the day in bed. It was very rare that they got a day alone together, much less a nice day like today. With the sun shining and the birds singing. 

“No can do, mister,” Y/N tutted. He stared up at her with big puppy dog eyes and she kissed his nose before he kissed her, lovingly. 

Getting up, she laughed again as she heard his groan from the bathroom.

“Let’s go, Indy,” She called to him before brushing her teeth. When she had finished, noticing there was still no movement from their bedroom, she called out to him again.

“Indiana, come on! I want to get out before it starts to rain,” Huffing, she popped her head into the bedroom, seeing Indiana lying on their bed. She rolled her eyes and leant on the door frame, crossing her arms.

“Henry. You better get out of bed right now,” At the use of his real name, his head snapped up, eyes glaring.

“You know I hate it when you call me that, Sweetheart,” He spat. He knew that ‘Sweetheart’ was Y/N’s least favourite pet name. It was what he called difficult women when he wanted to be condescending. 

“Well, I will continue to call you Henry until you get out of bed. Is that clear, Henry?” She teased, wiggling her eyebrows at his disgruntled expression.

There was a moment of silence between the couple before Indy leapt out of bed, earning a squeak from Y/N. She raced down the stairs, followed closely by Indiana. She was chanting ‘Henry’ over and over again, only causing Indy to chase her faster around their house.

He caught her in the kitchen, tickling her gently and cradling her in his arms. 

Y/N had eventually pinned him to the floor (only because he let her) and straddled his waist. She leant down and kissed him, holding his face with both hands.

“Hey look at that, I got you out of bed,” She cheered, triumphantly, waving her arms in the air. At that, he grabbed her waist and switched their positions. Now he was leaning over her, trapping her hands above her head.

She stuck her bottom lip out, pouting, and Indy leant down and kissed her, sweetly. 

“Well since you were the one to get me out of bed, you can be the one to make us breakfast,” He was joking, of course, they were both going to make breakfast, unwilling to do anything without the other. 

While doing dishes, Indy splashed Y/N with soapy water. She froze, turning threateningly slowly around to see Indy’s cheeky smile. His soapy hands reached out towards her, inviting her in for a hug but she tried to bat him away before he could get her.

They were laughing together, Indy wrapping her in a hug, getting her wet. Y/N steered them towards the bedroom and ushered Indy into the closet, asking him to get dressed while she headed into the bathroom to dry herself off. 

Once they were both dressed Y/N began packing a picnic basket for them to take to the park that was close to their home. Whilst she did that, Indy gathered their books and the picnic blanket. It was times like this Y/N was sad they lead such adventurous life, had they been home more often they could have had a dog to take out. But neither of them were willing to give up the life and so, for now, they were going to remain dog-less. 

Y/N had once, jokingly, suggested they adopt a snake and Indy all but signed the divorce papers then and there.

The walk to the park had been pleasant, Indy insisted on carrying the picnic bag and blanket and so Y/N carried their books. Though their lives were usually hectic, it felt nice to slow down. The Jones couple couldn’t wait to sit down and read together. 

Sat beneath their favourite tree, Y/N set some food out before she leant her head in her husband’s lap and she began to read, Indy opted to just people-watch, content with stroking his wife’s hair. After a while, however, Indy grew bored of watching the children playing and asked Y/N if she would read to him. She obliged, knowing that Indy liked the sound of her voice.

She was halfway through the book and so would have to stop every now and again to explain a plot point to Indy but he didn’t mind, he enjoyed watching her enthusiastic rants about characters and their actions. He was invested now, promising himself he would borrow the book after his wife and read it himself, though he doubted it would sound as enticing as when his loving wife read it.

Indy also had his opinions about the book and when he voiced those opinions Y/N would snack on some food and laugh at how invested he was, even after one chapter.

By the time Y/N had finished three chapters the sun was setting. Shivering, Y/N put the book away and took out the flask she had packed, pouring them both a cup of tea. Indy took off his jacket and placed it on Y/N’s shoulders, rubbing them for warmth. She shuffled back and leant her head on his shoulder, holding his hand.

They sat together and watched the sunset.

Later, when they were back in bed, tangled in each other, Y/N sighed.

“Today has been the perfect day,” She whispered, scared to break the peaceful silence.

“It has, thank you,” He hummed, dragging her closer to him.

“No, thank you. My perfect husband, I’m so glad you found me,” Y/N spoke, the warmth of him and the softness of the bed urging this moment of vulnerability. “Marrying you has been the best adventure of my life.”

“Aw doll, you got me blushing here,” He replies, caressing her face gently. “I didn’t think I would ever settle down. And then you came along, and I couldn’t be happier.”

“I love you,” Y/N said, kissing him passionately.

“I love you too,” Indy mumbled against her lips.

#indiana jones x reader #indiana jones x y/n #Indiana Jones #fluff #cuddling #unedited #because I didn't want to be too long #pillow talk #married #indiana jones x wife!reader #indiana jones x f!reader #requested

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A Lil’ Oopsie - Lesson 5 (Obey Me x Female!MC/Reader)

@strawberry-moonpies This is quite a lengthy chapter, where we get to see Sheep-chan's interaction with the third born tsundere whom we came to adore. I hope you enjoy this chapter! ♥

Other work: Diavolo's Cousin from Hell

A Lil' Oopsie mini-series:

Prologue | Lesson 1 | Lesson 2 | Lesson 3 | Lesson 4 | Lesson 5 | Lesson 5.5 | Lesson 6 | Lesson 7 | Lesson 8 | Lesson 9 | Lesson 10 [End]

Dawn had come, and it was a new day in Devildom, and it was another day for lessons at the RAD. The demon brothers were already up and about, moving back and forth from their room to the bathroom to get ready. Some had woken up for some finishing touches, some even prepared their own breakfast before leaving, and then there were the remaining ones who decided to leave early to drop by the cafeteria for a quick bite before classes start. A typical morning in the House of Lamentation, one would say. And that included the Avatar of Envy, even though his morning routine was different than the others.

As one with social anxiety, Leviathan had always seen no point in forcing himself to go to school and deal with crowds. What better way than to stay within the comfort of his room where he could attend classes online and then play games? With just less than an hour before the first class began, he finally woke up after snoozing his alarm clock for the umpteenth time, and then ambled his way to the bathroom. Once he'd freshened up and stopped by the kitchen to grab a light meal, he sat on his gaming chair and logged in to his school portal. It seemed that he was still early. Might as well play with his Nintendo Switch while waiting for the online class to be on standby.

You see, the Avatar of Envy already had a plan on what he was going to do once the morning classes were over. Firstly, he'd have a lunch delivery and, while waiting for the 1pm class to begin, tune in to watch the newest episode of his favourite anime. Secondly, once he was free for the rest of the day, he would move onto his PlayStation 4 and-

SLAM!!!

"Oi, Levi." Satan's voice interrupted his train of thoughts.

"What is it?" The said demon exasperatedly responded, but still kept his focus on the handheld gaming console. "I'm a little busy here. Actually, you're not supposed to barge into my room without at least knocking."

"I would've done that if you hadn't forgotten something, or rather, someone important here."

Someone? What did his brother mean? Was he missing some-

Leviathan abruptly stopped pressing the buttons on the Nintendo Switch. His orange-purplish gradient eyes widened when realisation struck him. He turned his head. There stood Satan dressed in his RAD uniform, holding a cooing toddler who was now adorning a black cat onesie with ears on the hoodie and a tail at the bottom.

"H-Huh?" was what he managed to utter.

Satan took note of his expression and sighed. "Unbelievable. Don't tell me that you've forgotten that you're supposed to look after MC for the whole day while the rest of us are away."

No no no! This can't be happening! His Henry had turned into a kid, and Leviathan didn't have any experience with children. How was he going to even take care of her? What if she suddenly cries after realising that she's in the same room as a gross hikikomori who's also an otaku?

He wasn't able to get his answer when Satan persisted, "I don't know what you've planned, but remember that we came to an agreement last night that we'd take turns looking after her while we wait for Solomon to create the antidote."

"But what if she makes a fuss?" piqued Leviathan anxiously.

The blond demon walked over to where his PlayStation 4 was situated and gently placed the toddler on the dark-coloured rug in front of it. "MC isn't so bad," he assured, smiling as he watched her look around the dimly lit room with curiosity. "She was a little fussy last night when it was time for bed, but after reading a storybook or two, she passed out. She slept the whole night, and didn't even cry when I woke her up this morning and gave her a quick bath. She's a pretty easy child to look after, at least for my experience."

"But-!"

"I know all this came as a sudden, but we have no choice. The least we can do is make sure MC is comfortable while still as a toddler. Anyway, I'm going to be late if I don't get going. See you later."

"No, wa-" Leviathan wasn't able to finish his sentence, for the blond demon had shot up and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

It was silent at first, with the exception of the humming CPU and the babbling child. The indigo-haired demon heaved a sigh. He spun his chair around and glanced at the monitor over his shoulder.

8:49 AM

There's not much time, he thought.

Leviathan got up from his gaming chair and slowly approached MC, crouching down in front of her. Upon noticing his presence, she peered up at him and tilted her head. But the soft "eh?" wasn't enough to snap him out of his dilemma.

What was he going to do? He's never been fond of kids, nor did he have any experience taking care of them. If accidentally made MC cry and his brothers got hold of that, they're never going to forgive him for being the worst caretaker in the entire Devildom! Argh! What if she hates him after she'd transformed to her normal self and remember the lousy job he did while looking after her? And then she'll ignore him, and then he'll lose his Henry, and-

"Levi?"

"Yes!" responded the startled demon, who stood up straight as if he was about to salute.

Instead, he was greeted by the sight of MC standing before him with a DVD in her hand. "Can watch?" was her question. He was confused, at first, until he looked down at the DVD cover.

The Magical Ruri Hana: Demon Girl

All of a sudden, Leviathan's frown flipped, and his eyes gleamed with excitement. MC had been rather neutral towards Ruri-chan, although it's not to say that she found his obsession with the fictional character bizarre. But now, her toddler self was interested in her! Whether it was the flowery pink cover design or Ruri-chan's character design that caught her attention, he could care less. If she was interested, then he'd gladly introduce her to Ruri-chan.

"Of course!" he chirped.

Grabbing the CD, he scooted towards the TV cabinet and switched on the television and DVD player. He inserted the CD, waited for it to load, and when the main menu popped up, he pressed play and the series began. Leviathan rushed to sit beside MC, eagerly waiting for the all-too-familiar introduction that would then be followed by his favourite opening scene.

"Get ready for the ones of the best animes to ever exist in the three realms," he chirped. "We'll get to know Ruri-chan, a demon who gives up her true form to learn more about humans in the human world. She has an imagawayai companion named Azuki-tan. You're going to love them, MC!" The said toddler must've felt his excitement, for it seemed that it was starting to rub off on her as she turned to the screen with excitement, clapping when the protagonist made her appearance.

And so, the Avatar of Envy and his Henry spent the entire morning with a "The Magical Ruri Hana: Demon Girl" marathon; even though the former forgot that he was supposed to be attending classes today. But who cares about classes when you can cosplay as Ruri-chan with her pancake sidekick?

#obey me #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me fluff #obey me fanfiction

[bitches-who-write]

As I Say (Part 2) Henry Bowers

Part 2 is finally here of @lazzs request!

Upcoming: Vic part 3, Belch part 4

Word count: 1,539

Warnings- Foul language, Very derogatory name calling, Sexual themes implied, Aggressive behavior.

Warnings: Foul language, Very offensive name calling, Sexual themes implied, Aggressive behavior… You’ve been warned!

Henry’s POV: 

I’ve been eyeing Y/N for a few weeks now. Taking in the way she clutches onto her books tightly to her chest as she rushes to class; head down avoiding eye contact, always hiding behind her hair and loose- fitting clothes. I notice the way she stutters and blushes when she's made to give a presentation in front of the  class. Biting her bottom lip and fidgeting as she’s on the spot. Even when she’s with those loser friends of hers, she’s so fucking quiet... so self conscious.

It makes her the perfect target. After watching her for a bit, it’s given me a few ideas of what I  want to do with this little slut. She seems so innocent it’d be fun to corrupt her.

-End POV- 

Y/N is pretty  self conscious  when it comes to wearing swimsuits in front of people. Even your everyday clothing is on the baggy side. It’s just not something you’re super comfortable with for no reason in particular.   You had just spent a nice afternoon at the beach. You purposely chose a less crowded beach that rarely anyone even goes to just to avoid others. You even went as far as to go alone just for the alone time so you could relax.  You left the house pretty early, around 10am and spent the entire day there but accidentally lost track of time. When you checked the time now, it was reading 4:30pm.  You make your way to the restroom/ changing area, switch out of your swimsuit and put on a loose fitting, casual black dress that ended just above your knee and slipped on your  flip flops. You quickly ball up your towel and swimsuit, throwing  it all in your bag and begin walking home. Since you had headphones in listening to music, you didn't even hear (or notice) Patrick sneaking up behind you. He grabs you from behind, covering your mouth as he pulls you back. Your legs trying to kick out but doing nothing to help you.  You still have no clue who this was and where you were being dragged off to.  It was not until you were turned harshly and tossed into a car. Your practicaly face-plant onto someone's lap.  You quickly realized it was Patrick who grabbed you),  along with Belch (the driver), and Vic in the backseat (who unfortunately you fell on)  but surprisingly no Henry.  Your face still on Vic’s lap makes the guys laugh; especially when Vic grabs you by the hair and purposely  bobs your head up and down, pretending as if you were performing a sexual act on him.  You struggle out of his grip and fall back into Patrick who catches you and stabilizes you to catch your balance. 

Y/N’s POV: 

Too nervous to ask any questions, Patrick smirks knowingly and answers the questions I have in my head. “Don’t worry too much, princess… Henry just wants to see you. It won't be all that bad… unless you don’t listen. Then that’s a different story, princess” He chuckles darkly as the fear spreads across my face even more. I cower between  Vic and Patrick who are smirking at me as they sandwich me in between them. Patrick puts his hand under my dress, rubbing my bare thigh like the perv he is. I try my best to remain calm but the fear takes over and I begin to tremble.  I keep my head down silently crying,  trying to hide my tears and blushing face; feeling embarrassed to have them see or hear me crying like this; but it’s too late.. Being stuck between them, they felt me trembling from crying.  That only made them laugh more at my expense and mock me with “awws”.  Vic chuckles and puts his arm around my shoulder.  He leans forward to look at Patrick and up in the rearview mirror to look at  Belch, too.  “No wonder why Henry likes this one, just look at her.” He pulls me to his side tighter, looking down at me as I continue to cower. Vic  smiles with satisfaction knowing he’s intimidating me.  After what feels like forever, we pull up to the Barrens.  Patrick hops out of the car, yanking me out behind him and grabbing the bag I have with me. He shoves me harshly towards a smirking Henry who is sitting on a rock and smoking a cigarette.  “Got her for ya Henry… Have fun.”  With that, he winks and walks back to the car.  The 3 took off, tired screeching,  leaving only me and Henry together alone.

Henry eyes me up and down as he walks around me. Kind of like how animals circle their prey. His lips curl up into a creepy smile as he says, “hey slut, I’ve been waiting for you.”  I finally worked up the courage to speak. “W-Wh-What do you w-want?” I crooke out, gulping in fear. He ignores my question and continues to gawk at me. Finally he speaks up. “I want to see that body of yours.”  My eyes widened as instant panic filled my body.  What does he mean “see my body”?? I’ve never done anything or dressed in a way  to give off the impression that I want sexual attention from him before so why me?  There were plenty of girls who throw themselves at the Bower’s Gang but not me! I blush and keep my head down.  “W-What do you mean, Henry?” I whisper nervously. He tilts my head up using his pointer finger and thumb to direct my chin up.  His eyes meet mine.  They look cold yet excited at the same time.  He then  grabs my bag, rummaging through it until he pulls out my swimsuit and smirks. 

Henry walks closer to me, shoving the swimsuit into my chest. “Put it on..now” he demanded with an authoritative tone. I looked up at him hesitantly  “B-but- I..I really don’t want to..” I say pleadingly as my voice trails off  but Henry has no remorse for me. He grabs me tightly by my ponytail, yanking me down and begins to drag me on the dirt ground. I’m half in the fetal position now, trying to cover my head; wincing at the pain. “I SAID FUCKING PUT IT ON, CUNT! You have two seconds before I cut that dress off you!” He warns, still holding me down by my hair; my head tilted back so I’m forced to look at him, while his knee holds down my body. He lets up as I begin to cooperate, frantically shaking my head yes as tears well up in my eyes. I pull the bottoms on. Luckily my dress covers me, giving me some form of privacy there, but the top is a different story.  I freeze knowing he’s watching my every move. I go to turn so my back is to him, hoping to  hide my chest at least but as soon as I begin to move, his harsh voice yells out. “Did I fuckin’ say you can turn away? You should be used to this slut. From what I hear, practically the whole town has seen you….now it’s my turn. I’m not asking you Y/N, I’m telling you.” He says, smirking once more. Again, I hesitantly freeze but after his prior outburst I certainly don’t want to upset him further.  My face becomes bright red as I remove my dress, only in my swimsuit bottoms. I try to block my chest by turning my elbows inwards as I tie the back of the bikini top. Once I’m dressed, I stand there with my arms folded and head down. 

Henry takes my arms and puts them to my side. He then trails his calloused hands down my arms and to the sides of my waist.. I shiver and flinch, making him laugh knowing he has full control over the situation.  He takes a step back and proceeds to take out a camera. What the hell? I think to myself. He then grabs me by my hair again and yaks me down to my knees. I close my eyes not knowing what to expect but then I hear the shudder of the camera go off. I slowly open my eyes again, looking up at Henry confused. He slowly turns the camera towards me to show me the photo. 

Due to the angle, the picture looked extremely suggestive.  It looked like something straight out of a porno because of the position Henry placed me in.   My eyes are red and tear-filled.  “You look so good on your knees for me.”  He said, using his thumb to wipe a tear away. “And now I know how these eyes will tear up when you’re gagging on my cock later.” 

After a few more sexual comments were made, Henry then warned me what I have to do for him.  If I don’t submit to his demands, he will use that provocative photo of me as blackmail and God knows what else he will do. It is Henry fucking Bowers we’re talking about here and you have to do as he says, afterall.

#headcanons #henry bowers #henry bowers x reader #imagines #patrick hocksetter x reader #patrick hockstetter #victor criss #victor criss x reader #preferences #belch huggins #belch huggins x reader #bowers gang x reader #bowers #request are open #requested #anon #anon ask #it fandom #it stephen king #it movie #it 2017 #pennywise the clown #pennywise #pennywise the dancing clown #fanfic

[wondersofdreaming]

Something Brewing

Characters: Henry Cavill x female reader

Word count: 1.243

Warnings: Alcohol consumption. Wet clothes. Brewing beer. Overall fluff and overload of cuteness.

Author’s note: I have been brewing a few beers during lockdown, so why not write a little something of the sort.

A big thanks goes to the angel from the heavens, @radaofrivia​, the story wouldn’t have been this good without you <3 Go read her stories here

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

I do not own any characters in this short story, except the reader who is a figment of my imagination.

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Feedback is appreciated.

(GIF Credit to @henrycavilledits​ - find the post here)

A strong scent of warm grain was spreading through the rented house. Luckily the house was out in the English countryside, far away from the bustling city of London.

“You’re sure it has to be at 65C for over an hour, my love?” Henry asked, his face scrunching in utter concentration as he stirred the porridge looking thing in the pot.

“65 minutes to be exact,” you told him, “Keep stirring, darling. We don’t want the grains to burn at the bottom.”

“Yes madam,” he smiled, the one that made your knees weak and your heart race. You giggled at him and went to kiss his scruffy cheek. Your lips lingered a bit longer than usual, as you wanted to keep inhaling the scent that was uniquely Henry, a scent you had become addicted to ever since you started dating.

Kal was fast asleep on his doggy bed by the door. His ears were down and he was sleeping on his back with his paws in the air. That was his way of saying that he was 100% comfortable and relaxed.

The quarantine had lasted for over a month already, and you had already made a sourdough starter, baked loaves of bread, Julia Child’s cookbook and cooked all the recipes, played all the board games you had brought with you at least four times, and you had even talked Henry into playing God of War on your Playstation 4, which had taken a lot of energy, but you had continued to play the game in his presence and shown him why you loved the game. Then one day you came across a youtube video of people brewing beer at home. A week later you had received all the necessary ingredients and equipment to brew your very own beer.

“We should save a few bottles for Jason,” Henry commented, while you read the instructions once more.

“Of course, my love. To repay him for sending you 100 bottles of the beer he made with Guinness, and while you’re at it, throw in a dozen of No. 1 Rosemary water as well.”

You thought back to the day a delivery man had rung the doorbell and needed a signature for the boxes. You had thought that Henry had finally ordered the parts for the computer he wanted to build, so you didn’t open them. The delivery guy unloaded them in your kitchen after you signed the papers. Then you had waited for Henry to come home. The look on his face had been of amusement. He had laughed without pause for 10 whole minutes before he face-timed his Guinness-loving friend, to thank him for the gift and have a long chat.

The relaxed look Henry had sported after the talk with Jason was something he only showed to his closest friends and you. Whenever you visited him at work or standing backstage at an interview, he would give off an aura of concentration. He would be in work-mode. It was like a switch he could turn on and off whenever he walked out the front door. Only in the four walls of your home, he would be completely himself. The dork, the nerd, and the passionate man you knew and loved.

The timer went off, jolting you out of your trip down memory lane, and you started to pour the grain mixture into a colander on to of another pot to separate the grains from the liquid. You added 78C water until you had about 6,5 litres of grain-brew, then you brought it up to a boil, before adding the first set of hops.

Henry sniffed the hops before you dumped them into the hot liquid.

“What now?” Henry looked into the pot that was slowly starting to smell of faintly of beer. 

“Now we let it be at boiling point for 45 minutes, then we add another kind of hops for flavouring.”

“How long before we can try the finished product?” He asked and wrapped his strong arms around your torso. His lips leaving peppering kisses on your neck and shoulder.

“From what Mark told me, we… we need to let it sit in the tank for a week… then pour it into another tank with a tap and let it ferment for another week be… before we have to bottle them with a little bit of sugar so… so the yeast can make carbon dioxide, which will take approximately two weeks and then they should be ready for drinking…” you tried to tell him. You couldn’t form a coherent sentence as his lips touched your ear, his large palms caressing your sides and he pulled you closer to him.

“That is almost a month of waiting,” Henry sighed, looking a bit disappointed by the fact he had to wait so long for a taste.

“All good things come to those who wait, puppet. But maybe we can find something to do while we wait for it to ferment,” you giggled.

A slow smirk formed on his lips. He knew exactly what you were talking about, and he was looking forward to when you gave him the green light.

A month passed and you were finally going to give your homebrew a taste. The bottles had been sitting in the garage where it was dark and cool.

Henry opened one and the liquid spewed all over the kitchen, making his white T-shirt soaking wet, and you didn’t know whether to help him or roll on the floor laughing. You opted for the second option.

“Bad idea, babe,” Henry whispered while he silently tiptoed towards you. You were holding your stomach, gasping for air while you kept laughing, not noticing your beloved coming closer.

It was too late for you to move away from him, to late to save yourself from the outpouring of the rest of the beer from the bottle.

“Henry!” you squealed. Your own shirt glued to you like a second skin.

“Revenge is sweet, not what I can say about this beer,” Henry smacked his lips together, tasting the beer.

You licked your lips tasting the lingering liquid there.

“I can’t taste much, we should open another one,” you said and walked over to grab another bottle. You half-opened the beer in the sink, and it overflowed from the edge. There was beer foam all over your hands and it was slowly going down the drain. When it stopped you took a swig and handed the bottle to Henry. You spit out the mouthful you had taken and tried rinsing the awful taste.

“Yuck, that was absolutely horrendous,” you said. Henry looked a little pale but he swallowed the beer.

“We should… eh, remove this foul-tasting thing and never talk about it again,” he said. Henry turned on his heels towards the bedroom to change.

After you both had taken a shower together, as Henry’s excuse was to save water, and thrown out the remaining bottles of home-brew, you sat in the living room with your computer.

Henry sat down next to you with two cans of real Guinness. He looked over your shoulder to see what you were doing.

“What is that?”

“Our next project. We are going to make a Kal amigurumi doll.”

“You think my big hands can make something so nimble?” Henry asked perplexed, taking a look down at his impressively large hands.

“Darling, if you can paint Warhammer figurines, you can crochet your best friend.”

#Henry Cavill #This man #I need a drink #Fanfiction #My story #Something Brewing #Henry Cavill x reader #Henry Cavill x female reader #Henry x reader #Henry x female reader #henry cavill fanfic

[writer-k-pop]

Confessions

널 잃으면 내 자신이 싫어질 것 같으니까. Because I think I would hate myself if I lost you.

Description: Jeonghan comes to you to be consoled and while cleaning his wounds, his guard drops and he confesses the feelings he’s been harboring for a while.  Warnings: Swearing, blood and cuts Genre: Angst, Fluff, MafiaBoss!Jeonghan x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.9k

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The club's music echoes through the walls of the private room but it's become so familiar that I can easily ignore it. I sip from the champagne flute and let the small amount of bubbles tumble down my throat before smiling and placing a hand on the shoulder of the man who sits very close to me.

"So, you were telling me about your work?" I ask, putting in extra effort to seem extremely interested.

The man, Henry, sighs and man spreads a little wider. "Ugh, I don't particular like the line of work or my boss but the pay is too good. I can live so comfortably with it."

"Comfortable indeed." I smile sweetly, lean in closer, and rest my legs over one of his. My skin tight dress twists and I know I'm going to have to fix it when I stand up.

His hand rests on top of my thigh and my sense heighten in case he gets any ideas.

"We just finished an awfully big project and I think my hands gained two pounds of muscle from all the typing I had to do." Henry comments while flexing his other hand out in front of us.

I gasp lightly in faked astonishment. "I think you may be right. So muscle-y hands and a nice pay check are your rewards for working through a shitty job." I say and lean my head down on the hand that's on his shoulder.

His shoulders shake with a chuckle, "Now if I could find a nice girl to settle down with, that would make it perfect." He says with a sigh but there's an underlying question that I know is coming if I don't respond properly.

"You'll find her. But I don't think you're going to find her here." I say, the music still pounding against the walls, "You know the rules."

"Yeah, yeah. This place and all its rules." Henry rolls his eyes, "No touching above or below certain points. I can't order drinks for you. I can't leave the premises with you. I can't blah, blah, blah."

I glower at him slightly but he ignores me.

"Rules are meant to be broken, or is your boss really that stuck up?" He continues and I can feel the anger bubble up in my chest.

"If you didn't like the rules, you didn't have to agree to them." I remind him, "And you should be careful with what you say. You know who runs this club."

Before he can say anything back, the door to the room flies opens and my body untangles itself from Henry in a second. A floppy brown haired man walks in, the music from the club following him and invading the previously quiet room. It's Jeonghan, the owner of the club and the leader of the group that runs this part of town.

Jeonghan stumbles towards the other side of the U-shaped couch and plops himself down, hands buried in his hair and his gaze trained on the floor. His body heaves up and down with the heavy breaths he taking.

"Get out." He growls at us but my focus is on his knuckles which are beat up and red with stains of blood.

My heart picks up at the thought that he'd be hurt and then it worries as to how he got hurt.

"Come on." Henry grabs my arm and lifts me to my feet while my eyes are still on Jeonghan.

He leads me towards the door with his grip tightening on my arm. I hiss as his grip makes my nerves explode with red flags.

"Not her. Just you." Jeonghan says with a steely voice but he hasn't even moved a muscle.

"Hey, I paid for the hour." Henry spits back at Jeonghan, "I will be getting my hour."

"Get. Out." Jeonghan threatens through gritted teeth. I can feel his anger radiating off of him.

I pull my arm out of Henry's grasp and place a light hand on his chest. "Just go." I tell him, trying not to show my annoyance towards him, "Go see May, and I'm sure Wonwoo," I glance at the man in the doorway, "Will explain the situation and help you get a refund."

Henry opens his mouth to protest but I cut him off before Jeonghan explodes.

"Just go now and come back next week. Go now before you're unable to return next week." I sharpen my voice to make the urgency clear as day.

Thankfully, Henry gets the message.

"Okay. I'm gone." He says before walking out of the room.

Wonwoo closes the door and the room falls into silence besides the dull drumming of the music. Turning to look at Jeonghan, he still hasn't moved but his breaths aren't as heavy as they were.

Wordlessly, I make my way over to the cupboard where we keep everything our girls might need for a private session, including a first aid kit. Which is exactly what I'm going for. Pulling the kit out, I pull out a couple of water bottles before walking back to the couch. I place the water bottles and the first aid kit on the table before gently sitting down next to Jeonghan.

He doesn't even flinch as I lean in to inspect the cuts on his knuckles.

"You okay?" I ask when I'm confident none of his cuts need stitches.

Jeonghan doesn't respond with words but just nods his head once.

"Will you let me clean your hands?" I ask softly, my heart aching that whatever happened is the reason he's not acting like his normal self.

Again he doesn't speak or move but just nods his head.

I walk back over the cupboard and grab a small towel before returning to the couch. Pulling an empty glass over to me, I open a water bottle and fill the glass. I wet the towel in the glass and turn my body to face Jeonghan. Watching closely for any reaction, I gingerly pull one of his hands out of his hair and towards me. He lets me do so without any resistance so I start wiping away the blood with the towel.

"He's relentless." Jeonghan mumbles and lowers his head further.

"Who is?" I ask though I have a gut feeling I know exactly who he's talking about.

"Grayson." He says and his voice is straining to keep himself calm.

My heart drops upon hearing the name of the man who is determined to take me. I try to ignore the fear prickling my skin by focusing on cleaning Jeonghan's hand.

I drag the towel over a particularly red spot and Jeonghan hisses.

"Sorry." I apologize and blow some air over the area to cool it down.

I work the towel down his fingers and wipe the trails of red off his smooth skin.

"He keeps showing up," He says and lets out an angry breath, "And I swear the next time I'm going to blow hi- Ah!" He yelps as I run the towel over another open cut. "Careful." He scolds me and looks me in the eyes.

I inhale sharply at the state of his face more than the fact that he jumped. His bottom lip is busted, a nasty looking bruise is forming on his cheek, and he has a cut above his eyebrow that has blood smeared around the skin. Instinctively, I grab his chin and turn his head to inspect his injuries.

"What happened?" I ask with more concern laced into my voice than I had intended.

He pulls his head out of my grasp and looks away from me. "Hopefully a good threat."

I let my hand fall back to his hand but my eyes never leave his face, "Just tell me he looks worse." I plead with concern.

Jeonghan smirks, "You think I would let a nobody like him beat me like this without leaving him faring worse? I'm pretty sure he'll be nursing his wounds for weeks."

I frown slightly hearing the amount of damage he caused but at the same time, a weight lifts off my shoulders in relief that the other guy is worse off. I finish cleaning his one hand before reaching into the first aid kit for some gauze.

"You don't have to put that on." Jeonghan says, glancing back at my actions as I place some antibiotic ointment on the open cuts.

"I do and I will." I tell him before wrapping his knuckles with the gauze. "Otherwise you'll get infected and that's not good."

Jeonghan huffs in annoyance but doesn't say anything else. After his one hand is wrapped, I move to his other hand. I make quick work of cleaning this hand but the silence sitting around us makes the time seem to drag out for hours. By the time I'm done wrapping the second hand, neither of us has notice that I've scooted closer to him.

Dipping the towel into the water glass, I wring out the pink tinted water before forcing Jeonghan's face to look at me. Starting with the cut on his eyebrow, I clean off the skin farthest from the cut and make my way closer. His eyes watch my face intently and it takes everything in me not to meet his gaze. With every second that he stares at me, my heart picks up speed until it's pounding against my chest like the bass of the music against the walls.

Carefully, I wipe away the blood in his eyebrow before hesitating to wipe at the cut.

"This might sting." I say in a tiny voice, blinking my eyes down to meet his piercing gaze.

He wraps an arm around my waist and closes his eyes in response. The weight of his arm on my waist is heavy and won't be easily ignored. With a steadying breath, I wipe at the cut to clean it out. Just as the towel makes contact with the

open wound, he sucks in a breath and his hand grips my hip.

"Sorry." I whisper as I continue to gingerly wipe at the cut. "Okay." I tell him while setting the towel down and picking up the ointment.

Jeonghan opens his eyes as I place some ointment onto his cut to help it heal but his hand stays around my waist.

"You know," I say, switching to the towel again, "You're pretty bloody for someone who's nickname is 'clean hands.'" I bring the towel up to his lip and carefully wipe it.

A smile tugs at his lips but the stretching of the skin makes him stop immediately and groan in pain. The cut starts to bleed slightly again and I dab the towel against it to keep the blood from trickling down his chin.

"Careful." I remind him softly. "Do you need any pain killers or anything?" I ask him, pressing the towel to his lip again and glancing up at his eyes.

He watches me with soft eyes for a heartbeat before shaking his head. "No, I can handle it."

I frown at his answer, but decide to leave it alone. Pulling the towel away, I'm glad to see that his lip has stopped bleeding so, I put some ointment over it. Capping the ointment tube, I try to scoot away but Jeonghan's grip around my waist tightens.

I glance down at his arm before back up at his face with a questioning look.

"Just humor me a bit." He says calmly but I think I catch a bit of embarrassment in his voice. He reaches for one of the filled champagne glasses but I quickly grab it out of his hand.

Jeonghan gives me a 'what the fuck' look but I just grab the other glass. "Drink mine. I'm pretty sure I saw him slip something into his and I don't want you to find out what it was." I explain, placing my glass into his frozen hand and setting Henry's glass onto the table.

"He's never coming back here." Jeonghan shakes his head and brings the glass to his lips, taking a sip out of it. "His first time and he goes and breaks the rules."

"Rookie mistake." I comment and lean in closer to him.

Relaxing against his shoulder, I think back to the reason he's all cut up like this.

"You know Grayson's probably going to keep coming back." I sigh with downcast eyes.

"I know." Jeonghan says and rubs his thumb against my side. Even though there's the fabric of my dress in between, my skin still tingles with his touch. "But I'm setting up a plan to make sure you're safe."

"What plan?" I question, looking up at him and ignoring the last part of the sentence.

His jaw clenches and he takes another sip to calm himself, "You're not going to be out on the floor anymore." He explains, resting the champagne glass on his thigh, "I've been looking for someone to manage the girls and I want you to do it. And until that creep leaves, you will go home escorted or you will stay here if you need to."

My heart skips a beat at his suggestion. Stay here? The same place he stays? The upper levels that we're hardly ever allowed into?

Before my brain can stop itself, I ask, "Why?"

Jeonghan pauses and I can feel all the air in the room vaporize like boiling water on a negative 40 degree (Fahrenheit but it's the same in Celsius) day. I start to majorly regret asking the question but when he looks down at me and the softness of his eyes wipes away any regret.

"Because I think I would hate myself if I lost you." He says softly. So softly, in fact, that it's a stark contrast to the sharp edges of his features and his usual voice.

"I would never go willingly." I say, internally cringing when my voice hitches slightly.

"I know that, but I don't want it to come to that." Jeonghan murmurs.

I smile softly and hear the care in his words, but I still can't help myself from asking, "But why me?"

He lets out an airy chuckle, "You're really going to make me say it?"

"How will I know if you don't?" I answer his question with a question and a slight smirk.

"Because as much as I hate to say it or admit it, you've become my weakness." He explains and I inhale in surprise, "The first day you came here, knowing who I was and what my reputation was, and yet, you wouldn't leave until I agreed to take you in. You care the other girls and keep the guests in line better than any of my men ever could. You keep this place running like a proper establishment. Not to mention you're absolutely beautiful." He finishes and a blush creeps onto my cheeks.

"If I had it my way, you wouldn't even be working at the club but I figured you'd fight me on that." Jeonghan adds with a twinkle in his eye.

I giggle, "You were right about that. I'm not leaving the other girls alone." I take a breath before asking, "But if I wasn't working here, where would I be and what would I be doing?"

He looks away bashfully, "Hopefully, you'd be at my side and you'd be doing whatever you wanted."

"You're beating around the bush, Jeonghan." I lean away from him to look at him properly.

"God, you're so infuriating sometimes, you know that?" Jeonghan says and leans his head back.

"I like things blunt and to the point. And you are certainly not giving me that right now." I bluntly tell him, not caring how it may have sounded if anyone else was around.

He lifts his head back up, sets the champagne flute down before bringing his hand to cup my cheek, "Another reason I'm absolutely, most definitely falling for you."

My heart flutters like the wings of a million humming birds and I feel like I can hardly breathe, in a good way.

Jeonghan stares into my eyes, searching for any reaction while leaning in extremely slowly. "You can stop me." He reminds me, "There are rules."

"And if I want to break the rules?" I question him, not breaking my gaze.

By now, he's so close I swear I can feel his lips ghosting against mine, "Then I'll add it to the list of things that make me fall for you." He whispers before crashing his lips onto mine.

His lips are soft as they move against mine as easily as waves across the sea. The arm around my waist pulls me closer to him and I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him harder.

Pulling away sooner than I would have liked, he rests his forehead against mine, the tip of his nose barely touching mine.

"What are you going to do about Grayson?" I quietly ask and he growls in disgust.

"I'll make sure he chooses to stay away or I'll make the choice for him." Jeonghan says through gritted teeth and I move my hands to his shoulders in hopes to calm him a little.

"And I think I'll stay by your side." I tell him to get his mind off of Grayson.

"That's all I ask for." Jeonghan smiles before pressing his lips against mine again.

#kpop #kpop imagine #seventeen #seventeen imagine #seventeen jeonghan imagine #seventeen jeonghan #jeonghan imagine #yoon jeonghan imagine #yoon jeonghan #seventeen imagines #jeonghan imagines #writer-k-pop

[bansheeoftheforest]

Ramble about angst from amnesia ghost au?

Oh boi here i go

ALSO DO NOT HOLD ME RESPONSIBLE IF I REPEAT STUFF. My brain is teeny tiny pea sized smooth like fucker and I do not remember what we have talked about before and I physically cannot come up with angst by myself <3

Ok ahaha I am not sure! If I came up with new ideas! Or if i accidentally mixed shit!! But !!! My brain physically cannot come up with angst and I TRIED to keep this angsty but... heh <3

At first, of course, Henry doesn’t even realise that he is dead. He wakes up somewhere-- he can see the stars, it’s night, yet the sky is illuminatingly polluted by the warm lights from apartment windows that all seem so far away. His body feels numb, and it’s so silent. He tries to sit up, he feels... Light. 

He feels his chest rising and falling, yet he does not feel himself taking in any air. He is hidden somewhere, he is sitting behind a few dumpsters and rubble, he doesn’t know where he is. He tries to look at his hands, they are see-through. He looks at his legs-- his legs aren’t see-through. It’s not his legs.

He turns, and on the ground where he is sitting, he sees the wrangled corpse of a man-- pale skin and blue lips, hair dirtied with coagulated blood, joints and bones and limbs bent in ways that shouldn’t be possible, clothes torn. The man had just died. He doesn’t recognise the man, but he doesn’t need to. It takes a few moments of staring into those wide-open, empty eyes and then looking back at his transparent body to know that it’s his corpse. But... Why can’t he remember anything?

His head is empty, and not only because he has no physical body. He sees how his tongue has rolled out of his limp mouth of his corpse, he sees the fractures in his skull, he can see the flesh. He has no physical body, but he can still feel it.

He stands up-- or whatever the ghost equivalent to standing up is. He watches his body, he looks down on himself. He is a mirror image of his physical form. He reaches up to his own head, and he can feel the crack in his skull. He reaches to his chest, and he can feel the broken bones poking out through his clothes. 

The body... It’s indifferent to him. At the same time, he gets overwhelmed by such an urge of protectiveness. He doesn’t understand it, not until he hears the footsteps of someone coming closer and closer.

He sees a shadow by the opening of the alleyway. He blacks out. He doesn’t know what he did until he hears an ear piercing scream and sees the body of a woman getting thrown against a wall. He doesn’t know what happened but he knows he did that. He doesn’t feel remorse, no, yet he has no chance of finishing the job before she has already fled screaming from the scene. 

Henry is not done just yet.

Henry does not let anyone go anywhere near the alleyway for a week straight. Anyone who dares come close will feel themselves getting tossed and thrown around like a chewtoy, thrown against walls or other people. It’s not until an unfortunate victim ends up with cracked bones and a hairline fracture in their skull that the police has had enough, they are going to get to the bottom of this. They question victims and witnesses, and in the end, they decide to call in the local ghost expert.

Maijabi arrives at the scene quite quickly, the police part to let him through. Surprisingly, Maijabi actually manages to enter the alleyway with no problem, yet his ghost detection device is beeping in warning. He turns a corner, and that’s when he finds it-- or him. On the floor, bloodied and rotten, lays the corpse of Dr. Henry Jekyll, unrecognisable from the consequences of his gory demise and his many days used as a feast by the rats and stray dogs roaming the neighbourhood. His eyes are gone, his skin has sunken in, patches of flesh has been ripped from his body. Maijabi drops his device. It takes five seconds before the Scotland Yard calls his name and tries to enter the alleyway in fear of the ghost haven taken him as a victim, too. They find Maijabi staring at the corpse, it does not take long for the police to gasp in a mix of fear, disgust, and horror.

They try to get to the body, they try to move it, but as they feared, the ghost as not calmed down. They hear screeches mere moments before they get thrown against a wall, making Maijabi snap out of it.

Ahah wowo i just realized I spent quite a long time with this alone but anyways so I dont repeat that one post; Maijabi manages to trap Henry, his haunting screams of agony only worsens the trauma and horror that has already infected those around him. He screams, he begs, he pleads, but no one can understand what he is saying. It’s not until the cops move his corpse and his wallet falls out that he calms down so slightly, suddenly fixated on nothing but the wallet. Maijabi picks it up and opens it, the first thing he sees is a group picture of all the Lodgers. He places it in Henry’s trap to calm him, and then he takes him back to the Society.

(Well, this is specifically for the vengeful branch of this au branch but ye <3)

Can you imagine the absolute horror and sorrow Maijabi would be going through in such a short time? After all, it was never unusual for Henry to be away for... Well, what’s it been, a week? Now Maijabi is left with Henry who doesn’t know who he is and who wants nothing but to hurt anyone in his path, now he is responsible for telling the other Lodgers.

When Henry isn’t destroying lab equipment or possessing Lodgers, regardless of if he is free to roam or trapped, he will weep and cry but he never knows why. He just feels terrible and lost, sometimes he gets struck by such an overwhelming sense of sorrow and anguish he can do nothing but to... Well, weep. No matter how scared or mad the Lodgers are, they all feel so terrible when the weeping echos throughout the Society.

Henry has the ghost equivalent of PTSD after his death. He gets flashbacks and panic attacks when he suddenly remembers his death or other trauma he suffered throughout his life or death, even if he can’t remember his life. Regardless of if he is generally violent or not, Maijabi always does his best to calm and help him.

Jasper volunteers to let Henry possess him and (I’m going to switch over to when he ISN’T violent for these ones) spends time with him. Henry doesn’t know who Jasper is but he feels a little less lonely and slightly better when he has someone who cares for him and spends time with him. In the beginning, they could only have Henry possessing Jasper for short moments because the poor boy kept getting overwhelmed with Henry’s emotions, and Maijabi and the other Lodgers worried that the amnesiac affect would bleed onto Jasper. It didn’t, though, so while they work on trying to regain Henry’s memories, Henry clings to him. It goes a bit overboard once Henry starts developing separation anxiety, and he constantly worries that something will happen to Jasper.

Jasper keeps having flashes of Henry’s life and how he died. He wakes up crying most of the time, and since Henry is the first person he sees when he wakes up, he gets panic attacks, yet he refuses to let Henry down and make things even worse for him, yet it makes Henry feel worse knowing he is torturing poor Jasper.

If it isn’t the vengeful branch of this au, Henry would be found by Maijabi curled up against the wall where his body was. Maijabi, at that point, would already have known that it’s Henry’s body has the ghost wasn’t violent and the cops could take the corpse no problem. He finds Henry weeping, but he gets overjoyed when he realises that Maijabi can see and hear him. Maijabi leads him back to the Society but Henry never stops crying. Maijabi is not sure if his shirt is wet with blood or his own tears.

Weeping. So much weeping. Exploring the Society while weeping. Dancing in empty ballrooms while weeping. Spying on the Lodgers while trying to stop his weeping. Henry weeps constantly and he can’t stop it. 

The weeping and Henry’s sorrow only got worse when Helsby snapped and told him to shut up. The Lodgers immediately began to yell at Helsby while Henry locked himself into an empty room and cried harder. He doesn’t know what he did wrong or why people don’t like him, he just wants to be liked.

#ask #ghost au #banshees au #anon percy #Im just. GOing to hope that this is alright bc i physicall cannot write more on this <3

[geralt-of-baevia]

Welcome Home

Summary: Henry comes home after being away for a couple months and you two quickly make up for lost time. 

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: SMUT. There’s literally like 1% plot to this. Rough sex, fingering, grinding, oral (m&f receiving), switch!Henry, unprotected sex, choking, orgasm denial, and I think that’s it?

A/N: Hey, y’all! So, I’ve had REALLY bad writer’s block the last week and half and finishing this has helped that flow! If you’ve sent me a request, I promise I’ve seen it and I’ll get to it soon! But I had started this one a long time ago and decided it needed finished! Also this is my first thing I’ve ever written in 2nd person so be kind! 😂😝

Also thank you to @princess-of-riviaa​ for lightly beta-ing this and giving me the confidence to post!

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Henry was coming home today. He was coming home today. You hadn’t seen him in two months and it was driving you crazy. Not only did you miss seeing him and being with him on a daily basis, but you missed his touch. It might seem silly missing something like that, but you couldn’t help it. You missed cuddling with him in bed on cold mornings, the way he rubbed his calloused thumb over the back of your hand when he held it in his, his body hotly pressed between your legs at night. 

 You two FaceTimed every morning and texted all throughout the day, but it just wasn’t enough. The bed always felt empty and colder, his side of the bed vacant of his tall frame. You were happy that you could sprawl out on the bed for once, but you’d much rather have him there beside you. 

You were in the living room reading by the window when you heard the doorknob begin to jiggle. Your heart started beating quickly, your stomach jumping up into your chest. You watched anxiously as he opened the door. Once the door was closed behind him you jumped to your feet and ecstatically ran towards him. 

Right after he dropped his bags and kicked his shoes off, you jumped up and wrapped your arms around his neck, your legs wrapping around his middle. He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around your middle and gave you a tight squeeze. 

“Well, hello darling,” he said through a wide almost goofy smile.

“Oh, Henry I missed you so much,” you said, muffled into the crook of his neck. He squeezed you a little tighter, breathing you in. You could feel your body melt against his.  

“I missed you, too, baby,” he said. You lifted your head to look at him and gave him a hard kiss on the lips. He kissed back just as hard. You sighed against his lips, gasping as he began trailing kissing down your jaw and onto your neck. This wasn’t what you were expecting to happen the moment he walked through the door, but you weren't complaining either. 

“Henry...” you breathed out. You gasp again as he nips at your collarbone, causing shivers to race down your arms. He moved his hands from under your thighs to under your ass, grazing your center with his fingertips through your leggings as he did so. You groaned, digging your fingertips into his skin.

As he kissed his way back up your neck to your lips, you moved your hands to grip at his shoulders. They felt so toned under his shirt. That was one and only thing you loved about him being gone for shooting, he always came back with a little extra muscle.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he said before urgently reattaching his lips to yours. He grabbed at your ass hard, moaning against your lips as he did so. 

Suddenly Henry turned you around and had you pinned up against the door. He bit at your bottom lip, grazing it with his teeth. You moaned as he kissed you hard again, this time swiping his tongue along your lower lip with his tongue. He deepened the kiss and began massaging your tongue slow and sensual with his. 

The two of you began grabbing and touching each other everywhere you could reach. The two months of want and need that had built up were finally coming to fruition. You wanted to touch every part of him. Soak in his touch, the feel of his skin, even the smell of him. You couldn’t get enough of him on a normal occasion, but after so long without him you were really taking it in. 

You gripped your legs tighter around his middle, feeling how he was already hard through his jeans. He groaned into your mouth and began grinding up against you. You pull back from the kiss and throw your head back with a moan. 

“Henry, I need more,” you mumbled out. 

“Yeah?” he asked, a devilish tone to his voice. 

“Yes, please,” you say before leaning in to kiss and nip at his neck.

 Henry grabs your hips roughly and adjusts you so his thigh is between your legs. You could feel his hard-on trapped in his jeans press against your thigh. You groan at him, and you’re slightly taken aback when he put one of his hands around your throat. 

Your breathing hitches slightly as he tightens his grasp, pushing you against the door and holding you there. He was holding in away that you could still breathe, but tight enough to let you know he was in charge at the moment. 

You were putty in his hands, and he knew it. 

“Oh, is this not good-” he said as he grinded his thigh up between your legs, not letting go of your throat, “-enough for you?”

You roll your hips forward against his thigh in response, moaning at the friction. He tightened his grip on your neck.

“That’s a good girl, grind on me,” he demands, low and through gritted teeth. You do as you’re told and continue to grind against his toned thigh. 

“Hen-Henry please,” you choke out. He smirks at you, releasing his grip on your neck. You take in a deep breath. 

“Please what?” he asked, “what do you want me to do?” 

You swallow hard. “I want you to fuck me, please. Please fuck me, babe.”

Without another word, Henry turns you around and starts heading for the bedroom. After you made it through the doorway and to your bed he lowers you back onto the mattress. 

As soon as you were safely on the bed, you watch as Henry moved his hands to the top of your jeans, hastily undoing the button and the zipper. Once they were undone he hooked his hands on either side of your jeans and underwear and pulled them down and off of you, throwing them somewhere to his side. You sit up and rip your shirt off before attaching yourself to him. You just wanted to feel as much of his skin against you as you could. 

“Hen, I’ve missed you so much babe,” you mumble against his skin. He reattached his lips to your neck and began kissing and nibbling at your skin. 

“God, I’ve missed you, too,” he replied. You felt as he reached around you and began undoing your bra hurriedly. 

The moment your bra is stripped from your body his hands and mouth are on your breasts. His mouth sucking and biting at your left nipple, his rough fingertips playing with the other one. You grab a fistful of the back of his curls, pulling lightly and causing him to moan against you. You were so preoccupied with the attention he was paying to your nipples that you didn’t even realize his free hand had made its way down in between your legs. 

A breath hitched in your throat as his fingers slid down in between your slit, his calloused fingertips lightly brushing against your clit. Henry kisses his way from your breast up and chest and neck to your ear. 

“We’re just going to have to get you nice and wet for me, aren’t we sweetheart?” he whispered into your ear, sending chills down your body.

 It usually took you a while to get wet where you two could further things, which you had always been self-conscious about before Henry; but he loved it. He told you he loved getting to play with you and make you ready for him, no matter how long it took.

You nodded at his words. “Yes, please.” 

“Yes, what?” he asked, licking at the spot right below your ear and sending even more shivers down your spine. 

“Yes sir,” you mumbled out. He groaned out a low sigh, running his fingers now back up between your folds. You shuddered as he brushed against your clit again. 

“That’s a good girl,” he praised. 

Henry began kissing his way down your neck, nipping a little harder now at your skin. He kissed and nipped at your collarbone, causing you to let out a shudder. You lean back on your elbows and watch as he trails kisses lower and lower down your body. As he made it to below your navel he spread your legs out, giving him more room to make his descent. He stopped at your hips, giving each hip bone rough kisses. 

You make eye contact as he spreads your legs out wider and lowered himself down to kneel on the floor. He reached his hands under your legs and up around the outside, his fingertips digging into your inner thighs as he spread them further apart. You let out an impatient sigh as he begins kissing from your knee down to your pelvis, a devilish grin flashing on his lips. Right as he was about to kiss your center he switched to the other knee and kissed his way back down to your pelvis again. You groaned at the denial of pleasure. 

Henry moved his hands from your thighs down to your slit, leaning forward towards it. You groaned again as he spread open slickening folds, exposing even more of yourself to him. He blew softly on your clit, the contrast of cold air against your heated core causing you to let out a soft moan.  You close your eyes and throw your head back as his warm tongue licks it’s way from your opening slowly up to your clit. A loud moan escapes your lips as his tongue rolls back and forth against your bundle of nerves. It felt like ecstasy was racing through your veins as he continued. 

You groan as he pulls his mouth away from you. 

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he said fervently. You sighed at his words, the heat at your center slowly growing warmer. Henry puts his hands on your hips and pulls you down the bed so that your ass is just at the edge. He moves his hands to the crook of your knees and pushes them up and out, spreading you out again in the process. Instead of teasing, this time he finds your clit as quickly as he could with his tongue. 

“God, that feels incredible,” you moan to him. The moment after you spoke he began sucking at your clit causing another loud, uncontrollable moan to escape you. You grab at the sheets around you, needing something to hold onto as bliss takes over your body.

You look down as he pulled away again, watching as he let your left leg down and rested your foot on the bed. He put his middle and ring finger in his mouth, sucking and licking them to make them wet. A shudder ran through your body at the sight. 

He brings those two fingers up to your clit, rubbing it tenderly before sliding them down to your opening. Without any hesitation, he slides his fingers inside of you, and you let out a low moan as he continues filling you up. You shiver as his fingers finally made their way to knuckle deep in you. He pulled back out slowly before pushing back into you.

He lets out a pleased ‘hmm’ as he begins pumping his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace. You could feel that he was having an easier time gliding in and out of you, meaning you were wet and ready for him. 

It didn’t matter how many times you had sex, he always seemed so proud of himself that he could get you turned on and make you wet. You didn’t understand why, but you weren’t complaining either. You were the one who got to enjoy it. 

As he continued to fuck you with his fingers he reattached his mouth to your clit. 

“Oh my god, Henry...Henry,” you murmured out. Soon you could feel the space between your legs overwhelm with heat and the promise of climax, it spreading throughout your entire body. 

“Henry, Henry I’m getting close, baby,” you mewled at him. He continued for a few seconds, but as you were about to cum he stopped, pulling both his hand and mouth away from you. A cry that was a mixture of frustration and want came out of your mouth without warning. 

“Have I told you recently that you’re a dick?” you ask him through gritted teeth. He raises an eyebrow at you as he puts the two fingers that were inside of you in his mouth again. This time he licked and sucked on them to get all of you off of him, moaning lightly as he did so. 

“And have I told you recently just how much I love eating you out?” he muses, licking his fingers more. You groaned out again. 

You didn’t know why you expected anything different. He was always such a tease, getting off on getting you close, and then not giving you the gratification you so desperately craved. You sat up, grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him in closer to you. If he was going to tease you, it was only fair that you got to do the same to him.

“You know, you’re wearing too many clothes,” you told him. He raised his eyebrows at you. 

“Is that so?” 

You put your hands on the hem of his shirt and pulled up. He lifts his arms up so that you could pull it up over his head before discarding it to the side. It took everything you had to not instantly attach yourself to his bare torso with your own. Instead, you let your fingertips trace the light outlines of muscles on his torso, running your fingers through the dark hair on his chest. He shivered as goosebumps raised on his skin from your touch. 

“Is that better?” he asks, watching your hands move along his body. You shake your head. 

“No, you’re still wearing far too much,” you tell him, a playful grin forming on your lips. 

You move your hands down to the front of his jeans and begin to unbutton them. He stood up as you began to pull down on his zipper, making it easier for you to get his pants off. You tugged down on them, pulling them down and pushing them to the floor. 

You palmed his erection through the fabric of his boxer briefs, causing a sigh to escape his lips. As you continued, he looked down at you. He grazed his top teeth over his bottom lip with a muffled moan. 

“God, please touch me,” he breathed out. You smirked up at him.

“But baby, I am touching you,” you tell him as innocently as possible. As you continued palming him through the fabric, you lean forward and place light and tender kisses on each of the indents on his hips, a part of him that made you absolutely swoon. He groaned and you could feel his eyes on you. 

“Baby, please touch my cock,” he pleads, impatience in his tone. You hook your pointer fingers on the waistband of his underwear at each hip and begin to pull them down at a painfully slow rate. 

You watch as the elastic band hooked on his cock before it popped out from behind the fabric. An accidental gasp left your mouth at the sight of his arousal in front of you. You pushed his underwear down to meet his pants on the floor.

You look up to see he had been watching you the whole time, hunger in his eyes. You turned your gaze from his and place your attention back to his cock in front of you. Lightly, you run the tip of your pointer finger along the bottom of his cock, pressing against his slightly throbbing vein. He shuttered out a breath, his hand finding your cheek lovingly. 

You lean forward and, without touching his shaft, give the head of his cock a soft kiss. His breathing starts to get heavy as you kiss your way down to the base of his shaft. 

“Babe- baby please, please-” 

“Please what?” you asked him, using his own words against him now. You kiss the base of his cock, looking up at him along his shaft. 

“I need my cock in your mouth, please. Please,” he tells you with a sense of urgency. You grin up at him. Maybe you could understand why he was proud of himself for turning you on. You loved that you were the one who made him this hard, who made him plead. 

Without a word or response to him, you grab his shaft with one of your hands and take his cock into your mouth and begin bobbing your hand and mouth up and down his erection in sync. He let out a jagged moan, causing a spark to light up between your legs. 

His hands find your hair, his grip getting tighter the deeper you took him in. You could tell he was restraining himself from holding onto the back of your head and fucking your mouth, making you choke and gag on him. You move your mouth to cover just the tip of his cock and begin swirling your tongue around it while pumping his shaft with your hand. A loud moan came out of him as you do so. 

You remove your mouth from his cock and replace it with your other hand. They moved with ease after his shaft was wetted by your mouth. When you looked up at him you saw that he was already looking down at you, raw lust in his eyes. 

“God, I love watching you do that,” he said, biting at his lower lip. 

“Yeah?”

“Mmhmm. But there’s something else I’d much rather be watching,” he said. You knit your brow at him. 

“And what is that?” you asked. You lean forward and give the head of his cock another kiss. Henry moves his hands from your hair and leans down to grab your arms and lifts you up to stand, causing you to begrudgingly let go of him. 

He leans down and kisses you passionately. One of his hands moved to cradle your face at your jawline, the other down to your ass where he roughly grabs a handful of your right cheek. You moan into the kiss as his hand continues to grab and reach lower and lower towards your dripping wet cunt. He sighs pleasantly once his fingers reach, dipping them in just enough to drive you crazy. 

He breaks his lips from yours and rests his forehead against your own. “Turn around and get on your hands and knees on the bed. Now.”

You nod and do as he says, turning away from him and climbing onto the bed. You get onto your knees before leaning forward onto your hands and then lower to your elbows, knowing the angle would give him better access to whatever he was going to do. There was a long pause after you get into position, and then you hear a soft thud. You assumed it was probably him removing the clothes around his ankles and tossing them aside.

“Spread your legs out,” he orders. As you move your knees apart you feel his hands rub softly over the curves of your ass. “More.” 

You shuddered slightly at his demanding voice and again do as you're told. He rubs his hands from your ass down to the small of you back, grabbing you on either side and pushing your upper body closer to the bed, forcing your back to arch more. It also made it so you were completely spread out and exposed to him. 

A gasp escapes your lips as you feel him begin trailing kisses over your ass cheeks and down each of your thighs. You were surprised when you felt him place both hands on either side of your slit and spread it open, blowing cold air up and down your folds again. How wet you were made the cool air feel extra cold and sent shivers across my body. 

“God, I fucking love your pussy,” he murmured before the sudden and much-appreciated contact of his mouth on your clit, burying his mouth and nose in your folds. But he’s done too soon for your liking, a whimper coming out of you as he pulls away. 

“Don’t worry darling, you’re going to like what I’m about to give you,” he tells you through what you can tell is a smirk. Before you have time to retort you feel the head of his cock slide up and down your glistening folds. You’re breathing hitches in your throat as he pushes himself into your tight pussy, filling you up. 

You cry out as he does, moaning his name. It had been so long since he had been inside of you and your walls have to adjust to him; he was much bigger than the toys you had used in his absence. He only fills you up about halfway before pulling out and pushing back in again. This time he fills you up all the way, his hips pressing against your ass. 

“Fuck baby girl, you feel so good,” he says in a moan as he grabs your hips. He begins to thrust into you, picking up speed as he goes. You bury your face into your bedspread, it muffling your moans and cries of pleasure. You feel Henry’s hand glide it’s way up your spine before grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling you back so that your back is against his chest. 

“If you’re going to moan out because of me, I want to hear it,” he grits through his teeth. He trusts into you hard, causing you to moan out into the room. “That’s a good girl.”

“Fuck, I’ve missed you Hen,” you manage out through ragged breaths. 

“I’ve missed you, too, baby girl.” 

“H-Henry I’m starting to get close,” you mewl out as you feel the familiar fire begin to spread throughout your body. 

“I am too, fuck,’ he breathes out, “wh-where are the condoms?”

“I want you to come inside of me...without one.”

Henry stops his movements for a moment before turning you around to face him, holding you in his arms. “...but babe you’re-”

“I started the pill while you were gone,” you say, looking up at him through your eyelashes, scanning his face to try and see what he was thinking, “I want to feel all of you when you come inside of me.”

Before you can say anymore Henry has your mouth captured in a deep kiss, pulling you close against him. “You want me to come inside of you, darling?”

You nod as he trails kisses down your neck. “Yes Henry, please. I want to feel you fill me up.”

He pushes you back onto the bed and leads you to move back until your head hits the pillow. You spread your legs so he can position himself better over you, kissing and nipping at any skin he can reach. He lines up the head of his cock with your entrance and without any hesitation plunges deep into your wet pussy, hitting all the right spots at this angle. As Henry begins rocking his hips against yours you feel the fire in your core begin to build again, your breathing becoming shallow. Henry can tell you’re close and quickens his pace.

“Come on baby, come for me,” he grunts at you between thrusts, egging you on,  “come around my cock. I want to come inside you baby, I want to fill you up with my-”

Before he can finish you peak, your body beginning to shake as pleasure spreads throughout every ounce of your body. Your orgasm is the strongest it’s been since you saw him last, making you see stars. Henry’s thrusts only get stronger as he fucks you through your orgasm, coaxing out his own. 

You shudder again as you feel him come inside of you, his thick seed coating your walls. Your body convulses again as you feel his cock throb inside your aching pussy. Sex with a condom had never felt like this, and now you understand what the hype has always been. 

Henry leans down and kisses you sweetly on the mouth and rests his forehead against yours. A tired smile plays on your lips as you try to regulate your breathing. 

“Fuck, I missed you.”

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