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fallenangelkitten · 9 months

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Unravel Me

Synopsis: You have Henry as your personal trainer/gym partner for the day.

Warnings: size kink, age gap, praise kink, cum shot

Note: I used to be fallenangelbb here on the Henry Cavill side of tumblr but deleted my account and have regretted it ever since. So here I am reposting my work :)

“Where shall we start?” He asked, looking around the gym. I wiped my hands on my leggings; my nerves were getting to me and we hadn’t even started. He seemed comfortable, but I was out of my element. I had only been training for a couple of weeks, so I wasn’t very strong at all. But Henry was ginormous; I had only reached the middle of his chest, and his arms alone seemed overpowering.

I felt myself fidgeting with my fingers. “Erm, we usually start with small weight warm ups, but I’m sure that’s not going to do much for you,” I responded, keeping my eyes down.

He cocked a brow, “Why, so?”

“I-I don’t know. You just seem much more… experienced than me,” I knew my face was as red as a tomato. A sly smirk grew on his face, a chuckle leaving his throat.

“I’m sure you’ll manage, little one.”

“I’m really very new at this, Henry. I should have started ages ago, but I guess now is better than never,” I explained, shrugging my shoulders.

His tongue ran across his bottom lip. “I’m sure we’ll manage to figure something out.”

—-

We had been training for well over two hours and my body was burning. I had just gotten done bench pressing- arms shaking and all. I was unbelievably embarrassed. He was just as sweaty as I was by the end of it, but somehow he looked exquisite.

“I’d call that a success,” he acknowledged, hands resting on his hips and chest heaving with each breath.

I had my hands resting on my knees, just trying hard to not pass out, “Oh, uh, yeah. So, so great,” each word left my mouth in huffs.

He fought to hold back a laugh. “It’s okay, you’ll get better. And it’ll be easier with every time you do it,” he encouraged, a smile on his beautiful lips.

If I hadn’t been for how disastrous I’m sure I looked, and the fact that he seemed so much older, I might have thought he was interested in me. I had been catching little glances throughout the entire regimen, and the way he spoke to me? God. When I would finish a rep he would hold my gaze and praise me; saying things like ‘Good Girl’. I felt a sigh escape from me.

”(Y/n)?” He asked, his eyebrow raised, pulling me out of my racing thoughts. “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yes, I’m sorry. I’m going to go hit the showers,” I informed him, shifting my gaze and tucking a piece of loose hair behind my ear.

“Hmm, good idea. I’m definitely a bit sweaty,” Henry agreed, chuckling.

I had only just gotten my hair completely wet when my shower curtain was yanked open. I grabbed it to shield myself, but kept my head poking out to see the culprit. “H-Henry?”

“I’m sorry!” He said, only kind of shielding his eyes. “I didn’t realize that this shower was taken.” He only had a towel wrapped around his waist in preparation.

“It’s okay,” I ensured him, a blush creeping across my cheeks for the thousandth time today. “I’d, um, better get back to my shower.”

He nodded his head in agreement and began to walk away. I couldn’t help but keep my gaze on him- the way the muscles in his back flexed made me drool. He had only made it a few feet away before he rapidly turned back around. “Fuck it,” he grumbled, cupping my face in his hand and crashing his lips to mine.

I was so stunned, I didn’t even react for a few seconds. But I quickly conformed my lips to his, allowing him access to slip his tongue into my mouth. A groan emerged from his chest as he backed me up against the shower wall, leaving the curtain shielding my body behind.

He snaked one of his arms around my bare waist, making me realize just how exposed I was. I pressed my chest to his in an attempt to cover myself from the man I hardly knew. He trailed sloppy kisses along my damp jaw, “Is this okay?” He asked, eyes flooded with care locking with mine. I nodded, trying desperately to reattach my lips to his, but he resisted. “(Y/N), I need to hear you say it.”

“Please, Henry. Take me,” I pleaded, tangling my hands into his curls. Without hesitation, he hungrily clung to my lips, searching every available area he could.

He brought one of his hands to my breasts, gently tugging on one of my nipples, hardening it immediately. His touch was easily becoming my new favorite addiction, each caress and rough grip causing a low groan to escape my soft, pleading lips.

“Jump,” he ordered, reaching his large hands to grip around my bum. I hadn’t noticed his towel drop, but when my core collided with his hips, the tip of his throbbing cock rubbed against my clit. I cried out, claws gripping into his shoulders. “Good girl, little one,” he praised, continuing to leave kissing against my neck, gently sucking and nibbling.

His hair was now soaked from the hot stream of the shower. We were lucky we seemed to be the only two in the wash room, but I had a feeling they would be able to hear me from the gym.

“Are you ready?” He asked, lining himself up with my entrance, slowly stroking himself against the entirety of my slit.

All I could do was nod my head, a breathless moan coming from me as he slowly sheathed himself inside of me. A deep grunt came from him as he bit down on my shoulder, trying desperately to control himself while he allowed time for me to adjust. “This is about you, okay? I want to please you. Especially after I’ve already worked your little body so hard today,” he chuckled.

Involuntarily, I bucked my hips to gain some kind of friction, but his grip on my hips tightened and grounded me to the shower wall. His tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth, a smirk spread on his beautiful face. “I thought I said this was about you? Move again and we’ll sit like this until the water runs cold. Understand?” he patronized, rubbing slow circles into the crevice between my hip and thigh.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” he praised, and began his ruthless assault on my body. Looking down, I noticed that he didn’t even completely fit inside of me. With each thrust, he buried himself so fully against my cervix that I couldn’t help the little screams escaping me. But even then, the base of his thick length was still exposed.

“Hold on to my neck,” he instructed in between his own moans. He grabbed underneath my knees, pinning my thighs to the shower wall. He was lucky I was flexible, only then making me realize he must have taken notice during our work out.

With my knees at my shoulders and my feet dangling in the air, he took me. He rammed into me with such strong force I was scared the wall would collapse. He tried and tried to shove as much of himself into me as he could, the most guttural groans leaving his plump lips.

The room was filled with the sound of his balls slapping against my bum, and our sweat moans echoing through the acoustics. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take before I came- my legs were already beginning to shake and I’m sure he could feel my dripping cunt squeezing round him, attempting to milk him for all he was worth.

His thrusts were becoming sloppy, his cock swelling and twitching; but he kept his bliss at bay, desperately wanting to make me cum around him. And I did- just two more hits against my bruised little cervix and I was shaking against him. My head was leaned back against the wall, eyes rolled back and mouth hung agape. With my walls clinging around him, he came. His hot liquid filled me and soothed my raw skin. But before he was done, he pulled out, shooting his delicious cum across my body.

After riding out both of our highs, he scooped me into his arms and slid to the floor. My head rested against his chest, the hairs tickling my nose. “You did so good, little one,” he cooed as he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

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drewharrisonwriter · 9 months

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Donor

Part 1 | Part 1.5 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Pairings: Bestie Henry Cavill x OFC A/N, Warnings: 18+, Talk of artificial insemination, peeing in a cup, sperm, and more. LOL I wrote this in an hour, IDK where I pulled this from. Not beta-ed. Also, I'm pretty sure this doesn't make so much sense in terms of plot, and being realistic. But come on, let this delulu queen live her life. You're welcome to join. Summary: You ask (beg) your best friend, Henry to donate--sperm.

I’m AO3, too as MoonDjarin ^_^

“Hank, pleaaaase…” You pleaded, dragging the last word. Henry laughed at your frustration but still could not wrap his head around what you’re asking of him.

“You’re going insane.” He jokes, causing you to drop your back on the carpet with a soft thud, covering your face with your palms as you landed.

“It’s just like peeing in a cup.” Your reply came out muffled. Henry just snorted and tried his best to stifle a laugh.

Nearly 18 years of friendship and here you are, seemingly at the end of your rope, asking your best friend to father the child you so ache for and he laughs at your ridiculous solution, telling you he’s not going to be responsible for a “turkey baster baby”.

“I don’t like peeing in a cup. Besides, why go the turkey baster way when you can go… au naturelle?”

“You know exactly why…” You said, sitting up, and gathering the profiles of sperm donors from the (sperm) bank. You and Henry had been going through each profile over the past few hours, laughing and making faces at the notes.

“And I thought Tinder was bad.” He commented earlier.

Henry got up and took the bottles of beer on the coffee table and walked back to the kitchen to open new ones.

“Tell me why won’t you do it?” You asked him, eyes round and glazed with tears that are threatening to fall any second.

He hates seeing you like this.

He sighed and admitted, “If I were to have any children of my own, I’d rather have them borne out of love and not out of… desperation after a really bad break up.”

“But I’m not asking you to be… a father. Just a donor.” You countered.

"Darling, please. Reaaally think about what you're asking of me."

"I have! I wouldn't be asking you if I haven't. Come on, Hank..."

"Right, not more than an hour after dropping sperm bank Tinder and you've thought this through." He said sarcastically and you pouted.

"Well, think about it, too!" You asked of him. "It's the ideal situation."

"How? Tell me exactly why it's so ideal." He said, running a hand through his face and resting his chin on his palm as he waited for your brilliant idea.

"Well, first of all, we love each other. So the child won't be borne not out of love." You began, mocking his accent and his statement from earlier. He snickered and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Jesus," He muttered.

"Plus, I won't ask you for anything, Hank. No child support, no emotional support. You don't have to see them. You're not even going to be on the birth certificate."

Henry winced at each of your points. "Darling, you know so well that I'm always your emotional support. And d'you really think I can go around just being Uncle Hank?” He replied with an eye roll as he took a sip of his beer.

"Yeah, how hard could that be?" You exclaimed.

"Very." He said sternly, looking you straight in the eye.

"Y/N." He began. "You know so well I won't be able to sit here with you holding a child knowing it's mine and not be involved in all ways."

“God, you’re too emotional.” You rolled your eyes at his response as you drank from your beer bottle.

“I am! And I’m sorry, darling. I can’t just give away my children. They’re not the meals you make for me every week.”

You laughed at that. "So you admit it, you don't like the meals I prep for you?"

"That's beside the point."

You'll get back to that later. You sighed out loud as you both drank.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“Why do you desperately want this?”

That ought to get you thinking hard.

You sighed and asked yourself the same thing, reflecting on what started this vision of yourself with a child, and what turned it to longing and aching, then desperation.

Growing up without present parents, you basically become an extended Cavill sibling. The sister they never had, or as the youngest Cavill, Charlie, would like to joke, the no-choice sister. That family took you in like their own kin, having you over for dinner almost every evening, and spending weekends and vacations with them.

It's not that you're not well off, financially. Your parents were just really successful actors who don't pay you much any attention but showers you with plenty of lavish gifts and an American Express Black card. Which, Henry's mother found really heartbreaking and his father pitied you on.

You were 15 when you met Henry. He was already a budding actor with a couple of productions and a movie or two in his portfolio. You were a bright and young singer-songwriter from Italy, about to break it into the English-language audience with a catchy single that Henry happened to star in the music video of.

It was easy falling into a friendship with Henry. He was kind, funny, a little nerdy, but he's also such a gentleman, and treats you and talks to you like an equal despite the five-year age gap.

It didn't take long before you met his family when he invited to his birthday party. You didn't know exactly how the events played out that day, but somehow, at the end of it all, you walked out of their home being a part of it.

You got along so well with his brothers, you and his mother already sharing secrets. You figured she was excited to have a girl in the house as none of her children would bring their girlfriends for them to meet. His father was so easy to please, a couple of jokes here and a few football arguments there, and you won his heart. Not like you were even trying, but you were glad that you got along with all of them.

Henry drove you home that night and when he parked in your empty driveway, he jumped out to open the door for you. You cried in the passenger seat with the door open and he stood there, leaning on the doorframe as you confessed to him your jealousy and longing for that kind of family.

He pulled you in and wrapped you in a tight hug beneath the street lamp.

"Hank, you know so well there is nothing I want more in life at this moment than to have a family."

"I don't get it, Y/N." He said quietly, "You're definitely the smartest person I know. You're a literal genius..." He thought of your first few conversations on the set of your first English-language music video, and learning that not only you spoke several languages fluently, but you are also about to start university at such an early age. It impressed him so much.

"You've accomplished so much in your career, you're still young, there are so many things you can do with your life, why do you go back to this?" He asked and you just shrugged.

"I feel incomplete. What can I say? A dream is a dream."

"Gerry was a dream, too." He said and you looked at him surprised at bringing up your ex fiancé.

He was indeed a dream. You met Gerry at an evening talk show as a fellow guest. He didn't hide the fact that he was so enamored by you and that he's such a big fan of your music. You, being a fan of him, too, was just so happy to hear him say all that in person.

It was an instant connection, and it didn't take long for you and Gerry to start a long, and at the time, seemingly, lasting and perfect relationship.

"Sorry." He muttered. "But it makes me wonder, you never talked about it, just casually said that things didn't work out. Knowing you, things don't just not work out like that."

And he's right, you know he's right.

Gerry loves you a lot. You love him, too. But for all the years you've been together with the high-profile action star, the talk of kids almost never came up, at least the serious talk about kids. Until you brought it up soon after he proposed, and he confessed that he had a vasectomy shortly before you met.

You were not mad. You understood, vasectomies are reversible. But Gerry didn't want to have it reversed, ever. He admitted that the reason he got it in the first place was to not accidentally have kids as he fully intended to be childless.

You understood that, too. But it broke your heart.

Regardless, you had a clean break up, but never felt the need to tell people, even your friends or family as to why. Just that things didn't work out.

"Gerry didn't want to start a family." You told Henry.

"What?" He asked, surprised. His brows furrowed and his mouth hung slightly open at your revelation. You just nodded.

"I don't understand, you were to be married." You just nodded again, and took a sip of your beer. You told him the truth about Gerry, and Henry felt his heart breaking for you.

Henry reached for your hand from across the coffee table, enveloping your tiny hands in his big ones.

"And that's a deal breaker for you." He said softly, coming to the realization.

"Yeah." You replied. "So... there you go."

"But you know what comes after the last one, right?"

"What?"

"The next one." He joked, trying to make the air in the room lighter. He smiled at his success when you snickered.

"I'm tired, Hank. Tired of getting to know new people. I've been with Gerry for four years, and before that... well you know." It was Henry's turn to snicker.

He knows so well. All the heartbreaks, disappointments, even the rebounds, met most of them. He was always there at your highest of highs, and always down with you when things didn't work out.

"I get that." He finally answered, thinking about his own strings of ex girlfriends, and an ex-fiancé. At one point, you both feel very proud of the situation you found yourselves in, both engaged to beautiful people at the same time.

You even toasted to it last New Year's eve, not knowing that both promises of a lifetime of love would fall apart in a matter of months. He, too, wanted what you wanted. A family of his own, being the only one amongst his brothers to be single and childless.

He thought he might have had that with his ex fiance. Telling him she was pregnant when she caught a whiff of him about to break things off. He was caught off guard when she told him and he didn't even waste a moment to put a ring on her finger, falling for her lies.

Maybe it was not so bad, making your dream come true. You can always discuss co-parenting, he thought and he's sure you'd allow it.

He pondered on it some more.

Henry rested his head on the cool glass top of the coffee table, his hand never left yours. He let out a breath, fogging the glass beneath him as he gently squeezed your hand.

He shut his eyes tight, and muttered to himself, "Please don't make me regret this."

"What?" You asked, not quite hearing what he said.

"Okay."

"Okay, what?"

"Okay, I'll do it. I'll--be your turkey baster baby's donor."

With that you burst out crying and he stood up, took your hand and guided you to his arms. He wrapped you up in that big, warm hug, that you always find comfort in.

"Set an appointment in the morning, darling." He whispered and you cried some more and muttered a yes, thank you.

18 years of friendship with Henry Cavill, and this is where you find yourself: at a crossroads that neither of you could have predicted.

The weight of his decision settled between you like a tangible presence, and as you hugged each other tightly, you knew that this was a turning point in your relationship, an uncharted territory.

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itstheimpossibledream · 1 year

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Finished

Pairing: Henry Cavill x you

Prompt:Henry & y/n invited to his moms for thanksgiving. Mom also invites his ex.His mom is super strict so everyone is supposed to have separate rooms, mostly for his ex to slip into his room but she opens the door to find you sitting on his face.

This one was kind of tough but, ended up being a super fun story to write!Hope you guys enjoy it !Thanks for your ask, hope this lives up to the expectation.

“Are we going?” you ask quietly.

“Do you want to go?” he says, cocking an eyebrow in your direction.

“I mean….. It’s your mother. We kinda have to.” he pulls you in closer letting out a low hmmm.

“Yes. but, I don’t visit her often for a reason.” he says quietly. The heft of his arm and the sheets around you calling you to relaxation.

“And what’s that reas-”

“She’s crazy.” he says bluntly. You laugh,immediately knowing he’s joking . It was very out of character for him to call anyone out of their name. Much less his own mother. You look up at him to notice he isn’t laughing, not even smiling.

“O Henry, come on! She is not crazy, I’m sure she just misses you. That’s why she calls so often.”

He caresses your face “My mother is a tiny, blonde psychopath. I love her with all my heart but, everytime I bring a woman home she gets so attached I- it’s hard to explain.” he trails off.

“Guess I’ll just have to meet her then!” you squeal sleepily into his chest before drifting away in an ocean of plans.

You packed, you brushed your teeth, and were ready early in time for the flight. Henry slept most of the way but, you were too filled with questions of if she would like you, and what he of all people meant by calling his mother an attached psychopath. The hours ticked away and you looked worriedly from the clock on your phone to Henry.

“Maybe she just forgot we were coming today?Should we call?” you ask

“Nooooo. No. She has forgotten nothing. This is what she does. Constantly trying to keep me on my toes, I guarantee you she’s up to something.”

You snort through your nose “Henry I guarantee your mother is not that malicious.”

“Have you met her yet?” he jokes flatly. Just then the car pulls up a decently clean but embarrassingly tiny red kia soul, flying like a bat out of hell.

You exhale, taking a step off of the curb and waiting for your moment of truth.

She jumps out of the car and runs to her son, jumping into his arms. He smiles for a minute holding her and you see the light of a little boy flicker in him for a moment. He pulls back at the sound of the trunk popping open and begins to load the bags into the back for the weekend.

“Mrs. Marianne I am just so excited to finally get to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you and I’m really excited to-” She cuts you off turning back to her son.

“And Hen you remember Ellen.”

That’s when you see her, a leggy blonde with a perfect smile stepping out of the car that just makes your heart drop. Ellen fucking Whitaker. Ofcourse, champion show jumping horse rider from a family of professional horse trainers and not to mention gorgeous but, most importantly Henry’s ex- fiance.

“Cool, cool ,cool ,cool” you can hear yourself muttering under your breath trying not to explode.

“Mum this is y/n! She was very excited to be invited.” he confirms, giving you some comfort that he’s on your side.

“Mmm. Well that’s darling.” she spins on her heels heading back towards the driver’s side of the car.

You follow Henry as you both hug Ellen and exchange your greetings. She seems to think his mother bringing her here is just as ridiculous as you do and while you still despise her presence that knowledge makes it vaguely reassuring that she hasn’t come to fight for his love.

“Henry, dear sit up here with me I want to hear all about LA.” he rolls his eyes, making his way to the passenger side while you and Ellen assemble yourselves in the back of the tiny car with the luggage. You flip your phone over in your lap and notice a text from Henry. “I love you.Don’t stress out. She’s just like this.” you text him back a heart emoji but, it’d be a lie to pretend your heart wasn’t still caught in your throat. Not only did his mother refuse to acknowledge you. But, she brought some random ass woman that she obviously plans for Henry to be with instead. Actually , no.Not random, which is even worse! Am I spirialing ? I feel like I’m spiraling. You had completely zoned out of the sweet family reunion happening infront of you an attempted to string some words together in your head that would help you explain how you feel to him when you finally got alone time. You entered the driveway of the estate and his mother handed the keys to the valet , excusing herself and calling Ellen to follow her inside. Being excluded from the girl’s powwow didn’t bother you as much since if gave you a chance to speak to Henry. The Butler offered to help but, he insisted on doing it himself, calling him by name. And you were momentarily reminded of the things you did love about Henry. You followed behind him as he carried things to the room. You tried to make small talk with him as you unzipped your suitcase and began pulling out your necessities for your facewash routine. “O ummmm-” Henry looked at you as if trying to hide back from saying something. More bad information you were sure.

“You actually have the room down the hall.”he says sheepishly.

“What do you mean?” your eyes widen despite your attempts to quell your emotion. He has to be crazy. There’s no other way to explain.

“My mom doesn’t want me to share a bed in her home unless its with the woman I’ve marrried.” he says , hands up in a defensive position.

You exhale slowly repacking your things. “Sure. Ofcourse. What wouldn’t she want that.”

You knew it sounded bitter but, you couldn’t help it.

“Hey -” he grabs your arm as you head towards the door, pulling you in and kissing you .His hand coming to your cheek, fingers resting on the back of your head, giving you the comfort he couldn’t offer with words.

“Plus” he whispers into your lips “It will be fun to sneak around like kids for a few days.”You roll your eyes at him as his hands make their way to your ass. He gropes you for a bit before you escape his grasp headed to your room or Marianne created dungeon. Actually the room was quite nice. The flowers on the wall paper felt like a bit much but, the room got great sun and wasn’t to far from the bathroom . You liked that the estate had an old-timey feel of walking down the hall to use the toilet. Plus, it allowed you more excuses to be where Henry is. You unpacked your room and then sat on the bed next to your empty suitcase before exhaling,and finding the strength to get dressed for dinner.

You stepped gently down the stairs ,trying to avoid the steps that creak when your hear the door close behind you. Looking up over the landing you see Henry at the top of the stairs.

“What are you doing?”he asks flatly.

You become aware of your hunched back and your body language from testing the step with your toe.

“I- I just don’t want to go.” you confessed.

He rushes in your direction, “Sweetheart you don’t have to.”

“No I mean I want to I just ….I was so excited to meet your mother and she just-”

“Listen” he leans against the wall scratching the side of his face. “I was trying to protect you. I should have tried to explain her more but it’s- she’s just so embarrassing. If you want, we can cut it short and go home tomorrow.” he seems genuinely saddened that his mom had been so rude. You hadn’t even had the chance to tackle Ellen’s presence before you hear a fumbling downstairs and his mother calling for him. He looks at you silently giving you time to decide.

“I still want to try and win her over.” you whisper back to him. He laughs a little at your determination and offers you his arm. You walk to dinner together and his presence gives you comfort.

At dinner your seats are assigned. Shockingly your seat is not next to Henry’s but one of their family friend’s who was also visiting. You thought it a smart call on Marriane’s part. Had it just been the four of you for dinner the meal was sure to mostly be had in silence. You sat across from Henry and although he and Ellen had a few hushed moments this test actually caused you to feel more confident in your relationship. His mom was being a bitch but, when she did he’d nudge your foot under the table. This nudge eventually turned into a quiet game of footsies but, as adults your were grateful for the reminder that no matter how it seemed he was always prioritizing you. By the time dessert came you decided you wanted to try pushing the boundaries. His mother hadn’t said anything rude to you, she simply had not spoken to you at all. And if she had already decided she hated you then there wasn’t much left for you to do but, enjoy the sculpture of a man that she had created. You slipped your foot from your shoe and let your footsies progress to you rubbing him through his pants with your foot. His eyes shoot to you across the table,but he doesn’t give you away. You can feel him growing harder under your toes as he melts into his chair. His face looks so small and innocent, looking at you, trying so hard to be in control, to be good. His mother hurls a few rude words but, you are to turned on by the view across from you to care. Once dismissed from the table, the tempered dash to the bedroom is quick. His hand presses into your back as he practically pushes you up the stairs. His room was the closest to the stairs , as you walked past he grabs your arm , pulling you in.

“Heeeeey hey hey.” you whisper to him as he slips his hand up your dress. “I think your mother will notice if I’m not in my room.” he groans into you. “Shhhh. I’ll come back later” you pull back winking at him. He slowly removes his hand and you turn, switching out of the room.

You promptly switch into your best lingerie and robe while counting the minutes, listening as the sounds of the house grow softer and softer. When the coast seems clear, you softly make your way to Henry’s room. You push the door open slowly trying to mitigate the creak as much as possible.You can see his figure sitting up in the dark. You drop your robe to the ground as he closes his book. “ I thought you’d never come!” he exhales. He places his book on the nightstand and you jump into bed, straddling him. His hands reach around to cup your ass and your grab him by the wrists.

“Don’t touch.” you warn. He cocks his head to the side as if to question the change from your usual power exchange.

“Only with your tongue.” you smile, leaning in to kiss him. He smiles coyly and you move yourself up the headboard of the bed. You grab onto it as he pulls your panties to the side. He hums into you and you are doing your best to keep quiet as you grip down onto the headboard beneath. You reach your other hand down cradling the back of his head while his tongue explores further into you. Biting your bottom lip in an attempt to keep from crying out ,you pull his hair and his hand smack your ass in response.

“Fuck” you exhale into the darkness and just then you hear the door creak open.

“Oh no!” you turn around to see Ellen, and no sooner than you lock eyes, you grab the duvet pulling it over both of your bodies.Henry is confused and ends up being mostly exposed during the shuffle.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Ummm your mom told me to- I’m sorry I-” She turned , rushing out of the room; a flurry of nerves and embarrassment. The door slammed behind her and you both looked at eachother, momentarily embarrassed too. But, then you both broke into laugher. This entire trip had been absurd, this is almost just on brand. You lift your leg in an attempt to end your straddling of him , when he stops you with a hand to your lower back. Smiling while looking up at you he says

“I wasn’t finished yet.” and you melt back into him.

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medicinal-doll · 9 months

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Hurt.

Daddy!Henry x little!reader

Summary: You only wanted to make a simple home cooked meal for your husband but after a recent accident his cautious nature decides to make itself known.

Warnings: Fluff, love bombing, babying, kisses,petnames,injury,hint at ddlg themes,slight Dom/sub dynamic

A/N I hope this helps a bit anon

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You try to ignore your husband's looming eyes on your body. ever since he got home from work...no.. ever since the accident he's been acting as if you're made of glass.

"Let me get that for you sweetie" A strong dominant hand encircles your waist keeping you firm as Henry reaches over your head. grabbing the pasta box from the high shelf.

And now you're frowning in the corner. not only watching him start to cook the meal you planned, but every now and then he gives you a sympathetic smile.

You stand there arms crossed with a pout trying to work up the courage to say something. to tell him that you're far from helpless, and that you can take care of yourself even though you're healing.

But you know that argument would just fall on deaf ears. Henry babied you before you hurt your back. but now, apparently you can't even manage to make dinner without his assistance and under his watchful eye.

You wait until his attention is turned to stirring the basil ridden spaghetti sauce before you sneak out of the luxurious kitchen and make your way to the wine cellar. You scan the dusty shelves looking for the perfect taste to take your mind off of your overbearing husband and the dull ache of your spine when you finally see it.

The 1942 bottle of sauvignon blanc. only it's netted to an old wooden crate. fueled by determination and denial of your altered state you instantly crouch down. gripping the handles of the crate and start applying force as your husband's warnings ring a faint lullaby in the back of your mind.

You pull your hardest with all your might before a sharp seething hot pain shoots through you. causing an involuntary drop of the heavy box with a thud and a loud cry of pain.

"Shit!"

You drop to the floor as you caress your back in anguish.

And not a moment later do you hear heavy rushed footsteps come flying down the cellar stairs. finding yourself scooped up within an instant cradled in a protective embrace. You look up to meet Henry's panicked eyes as his irises wander your form looking for any sign of further injury.

"Are you alright honey?.." he looks at you with a sincere gaze as he brushes away your hair to get a good read on your expression.

But as embarrassment starts to settle in. you just give one simple nod as you feel your tears well up. clinging to his chest for comfort, sniffling lightly in shame.

Henry sighs, his concerned expression slightly settling. relieved that you're okay but then his brows furrow as he takes on a more stern look. taking a hold of your chin as he makes you face him hesitantly.

"Look at me babygirl..." He says in that gentle tone he knows you're weak for. shyly you look up at him your face still guilt ridden as ever.

"you're hurt honey" he says gently not wanting to lecture you too harshly.

"So now... You need to be a good girl and let your daddy take care of you, Okay?"

He feels his heart flutter as he watches your little eyes cling on to his every word.

"Papa knows how big and strong you are...and I love that. but now you need to stop being so stubborn and let me take care of you"

"that's what I'm here for angel" he nuzzles your face and you can't help the giggle that slips.

You pout at your husband feeling self conscious of your silly behavior and needless display of false strength. You bury your head into his soothing chest as you feel him carefully lift your feeble form from the ground.

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Settling onto the soft bed he seats you on his lap. gently rocking you back and forth. making sure to avoid shifting your injury as he places sweet kisses on your forehead and against your temple.

You meld so easily into his warm and comforting presence. relishing in the delicious concoction of his natural pheromones and faint cologne.

"I love you so much sweetie"

His big hands roam your body lovingly. caressing you from your soft thighs to your hips.then finally nestling around your ribcage delicately pulling you closer to his chest.

"Stay here and relax for me honey" he leans down giving you a deep passionate kiss to the lips. you whimper lightly savouring the softness and the light tickle of his facial hair.

"I promise i'll wake you when dinner's finished" he says in a low accent cuddling you close to him.You nod absentmindedly, not having it in you to prove your strength anymore. only wanting to be good for him now.

Grabbing at his collar for one last tender kiss. He then hushes you under the sheets. whispering his love and adoration for you. before leaving you to rest that pretty little head of yours.

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f10werfae · 10 months

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Ass too cute

pairing: Biker!Henry Cavill x Bimbo!Reader

summary: Henry takes his baby home and shows her (and her ass) some tender loving care(Slight ddlg)(softDom!Henry)(Smut)(aftercare)

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“What you need baby? You want my lips? Wan’ me to teach you how a woman should be loved?” Henry cooed tracing his thumb under her bottom pouting lip, his hands were holding in place the same toy she had made for him, her voices coming out strained as she ground her hips against the soft plush; Henry’s other hand cupping her face affectionately as he denied her of his kisses

Y/n bit her lip in anticipation as she watched a rough group of men entered the Saturday market, the stuffed crochet toys she had made all laid out on the table; her eyes widening as she watched all the other stall owners leave in such a hurry. Eventually leaving her as the only stall in the whole street. Her smile never faltered as the head of the group approached her, his facial hair grown out, his hair black and short. His blue eyes staring into hers as his heavy books clinked while he walked over, his skin slightly tanned and glowy with sweat.

“Hey sir welcome! I’m (insert business name) and I make crochet cuties based on your aura” Reciting her business selling phrase, she played with the ears of one of the woollen rabbits on the table as he simply just looked at her. His other companions dawdling by their bikes near the entrance, cheeky grins on all their faces as they watched their supposed leader interact with such a pure innocent soul.

“Really? What one would I be then dollface?” He inquired looking over the array of absolutely adorable stuffies on her wooden table. Y/n’s stomach grew warm and flutter just at the simple nickname, her face felt warm and dare she admit she felt a certain wetness start to pool at the core. “U-uhm I think maybe” Y/n cut herself off trying to distract herself, looking up at the big burly man in front of her, before returning her gaze back to her works. “This one is you dadd- sir, big n’ cuddly, a bear”

“How’d you know i’m cuddly?” His southern accent thickened, leaning forward onto the table, his head cocked to the side. “Well I uh”

“I’m just playing sweetcheeks, how much for the bear then?” Chuckling he brought out his leather wallet, “Since you’re here visiting, you can just have it! I think he needs a nice adventurous lovin family” Wrapping the brown bear in nice tissue paper she handed the plush over, her eyes widening at the mere size of his hands, thinking about how he could man handle her into any position he wanted.

“Ya from around here then?” Quirking his brow up, “Hen stop it, you’re scarin my customers away” Y/n whined when Henry walked around to the back of the stall where she was, his hands reaching around her waist, leaving her breathless as little one of his hands pushed her into him. Her arms trying to swat away the grabby arms of her playful man, he loved rocking up to her work acting as if he was trying to pick her up. Leaving his woman bashful and bothered, with her wanting nothing more than to just come home with him already. Their own little game of roleplay.

“Awk m’sorry pumpkin, ya know I can’t be away from my doll for too long, m’goin through withdrawals” Henry growled into her ear, lowkey grinding his hardened cock onto her dress covered thigh. Her voice coming out in gasps, quietly thanking the tarp that was covering them from the rest of his rowdy group of bikers. “I’ve- I’ve only got a few more hours here at the market” She whispered feeling him nip her ear, his hands gripping her waist tightly. “A few hours too long pup, I need you now, you gonna deprive me of my pussy?”

“No but- but you know the rules! You get me at home daddy, not here, not in front of them” She nodded towards all the small plushies facing them, her hands on each of his pecs, “Fine. Whatever” He grumbled chasing her lips with his, his scruff scratching her cheeks in all the best ways, giving her the tingly burning sensation. “I live for your lips, want them all over my body” He gasped breaking their kiss, his tongue swiping over her bottom lip, Y/n’s lip gloss already covering his lips in pink speckles of glitter.

It was an understatement to say that Henry was in love with Y/n, he was absolutely obsessed. The way she talked, walked, breathed and just everything about her made him swoon and hard. Henry first met her on one of his bike stops on the other side of the country, she had been working as an ice cream girl when he stumbled upon her sweet self. He devoured her being, teaching her about herself, helping her to explore her own body. How to pleasure herself.

“Don’t leave me please, i’m tired of bein’ people’s summer romance” Y/n whimpered after one of their lovefuck sessions, his hand grazing up her arm affectionately as they lay on her bed, the sound of crickets ringing through her small bungalow home. Small trinkets decorating her room of all her own little travels around the country. She hadn’t given herself like this to anyone before, but she had her fair share of romances from the different men that had travelled through the town. Only for her heart to be broken each time when they would leave to go back home, to never return.

“This isn’t a summer thing, this is a for life thing doll, if you’ll have me” He whispered looking down at her, leaning forward for a soft kiss onto her lips, her eyes gleaming up at the man she had now fallen in love with over this new summer. “I’ll have you, forever” She giggled wrapping her arms around his torso, nuzzling her head to his hairy chest, his warmth enveloping her with so much love and affection. “Come with me baby, travel with me” He suddenly said out of the blue, leaning up on his body to look down on her, brushing back some of her hair behind her ear.

“W-wait what? Just out of nowhere? What about all my things? Where would we even go-“

“shh babydoll, just tell me yes or no n’ i’ll handle everything else. I just wanna hear your answer” Henry’s hand traced along her jaw, a smirk growing as she nodded into his hand, “Yes, I-I wanna go with you Henry, take me with you”

That sentence was all Henry needed before he packed up his babygirl’s belongings over the last few weeks of summer, hauling them into a truck and got it delivered to his stationed home somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Where Y/n now found herself truly chasing her dreams, living her days out in the sun with her own hunk, using her passion of crochet for a small side business.

Soon enough they fell into a dynamic where Henry found himself wanting to do nothing more than to care and provide for his baby, with them finding comfort in the newfound love they had for each other.

(Back to present time)

“Can I have a few of these ones delivered then? I want them to delivered home” He said pointing at the whole bunch of stuffies on the table, “All of them? You want all of them?” Y/n tilted her head with furrowed brows, “Yes pup, I want all of ‘em, put each of them in the nurseries m’building”

“Shut up, we still got a ways to go with babies” Y/n whined pushing him away playfully, feeling his fingers cup her face to make her look at him, “m’ bein’ serious, I wanna buy them all and I want them delivered home”

“Y-you just want me to come home” She smiled swaying side to side, she knew how much he loved her, in fact it was as if he couldn’t breathe without her right beside him. “Is that so wrong doll? Wanna feel your tight little pussy clench around my cock, been thinkin’ about you all day, even had this just to sniff at every so often” Looking down he showed her, her purple lacy underwear from the night before which undoubtedly had her juices on it. “You’ve had my thong in your pocket? All day? Really Henry?” She whispered shocked, shoving the fabric back in quickly just in case anyone walked in.

“What you embarrassed pup? You smell fuckin’ divine, the way you took control n’ fucked yourself all on me” Pulling back he looked up and down, taking her in, the way she looked so fresh and ready for the day. “You’re so annoying sometimes, now go away”

“You want me to go away? Your future husband n’ father of your kids? C’mon pup don’t play like that” Henry joined her in putting all the cute animals into a huge ikea bag, hauling it onto the back of his bike. Helping her secure herself onto the second seat, her turned around to give Y/n her own customised helmet. A pink fluffy one with bunny ears, made just for her. “Y-you have to make me your wife first Hen” She smiled widely as he secured the fastening of the helmet, his heart pounding at just how adorable she looked in her own biker jacket and pink helmet.

“You wanna be my baby wife? Want me to take care of you pup so you don’t have to think about anythin’ but lookin’ pretty n’ makin cute little toys for our babies?”

“Mhm yeah, wan’ it so bad” She giggled leaning forward and kissing the cleft of his chin through the stubble, the prickly feeling reminding her of when he gave that same sensation between her legs just last night. “Yeah you do pup, I want it bad too”

“Then jus ask me already!” She whined stomping her foot that was on the ground only to pout when Henry lightly tapped her on the thigh, “Ey you know I don’t do well with attitude pup, that’s not the same happy girl I know”

“M-m’sorry” She whispered leaning up for another sloppy short kiss, her hands gripping onto the bottom of his shirt, watching as he then settled in front of her with her hands wrapped tightly around his waist.

“Right pup you’ve got five seconds” Henry whispered as soon as they got through the front door of their home, Y/n’s arms filled to the brim with the animals she made, only the top of her forehead peeking out as she insisted to carry in her woollen babies. “F-five?” She squealed out quickly throwing the stuffies onto the couch as she ran upstairs in a hurry, her heartbeat quickening once she heard his thundering footsteps chasing after her.

Her breath getting caught in her throat when she felt his arms latch around her waist and ironically lay her down gently onto the soft cotton sheets of their shared bed. “You look so pretty pup” He gushed showing his canine smile, pulling her down towards him as her dress went up to her waist. “Really pretty?”

“Soso pretty baby, prettiest of them all” He leant down unbuttoning the front of her beautiful dress, her bare breasts popping out all sun kissed from the recent heatwave that had hit their small town. Courtesy of the fact that she had spent the weekend tanning nude (as per Henry’s request) by the pool in their backyard.

“W-what are you doin’ pup?” Henry looked taken aback as Y/n threw off the rest of her dress before turning onto her stomach, her ass in the air as she looked back at him playfully, wiggling her hips just to add on some tension.

“I-I think I wanna try somethin’ new Henry, I want you here” She said shyly once again shuffling her ass back onto Henry’s denim covered shaft, feeling it start to strain against the zipper he just had to strip himself down, still in disbelief.

“Baby, you finally gonna let me take your ass? Is that what’s goin on here? You’re givin’ yourself to me whole”

“Yes, i’m all yours, b-but be careful i’m nervous” She rushed out leaning on her elbows, “Aw pup don’t worry, daddy’ll take care of ya well” Henry whispered feeling that primal animalistic side of him come out, opening one of their bedroom drawers to reveal a bottle of lube they had, “This might feel cold but i’ll warm it up okay baby?” He whispered pouring a generous amount of lube onto her ass cheeks, using his hands to massage it onto her puckered backdoor. “Feels weird”

“Does feel weird doesn’t it honey, but you’re doin’ so well for me pup, let me just feel it out with a finger or two” He softly shushed her whines and moans as he pushed in his index finger into her tight ass, her thighs tingling already wanting more. “F-feels so good daddy” She whispered feeling herself fall into a more vulnerable headspace, wanting nothing more than for her Henry to coddle and fuck her to sleep.

“Fuck pup your ass is so tight, can’t believe you’re givin’ me this sweet treat tonight, so desperate to be my wife huh?”

“n-no that’s not why!” She argued back only to be interrupted by her own moan when Henry slid his finger back out only to insert back in two, ultimately stretching her poor muscles even more, “gah look at it clench over nothin’, my pup is a slut for her daddy” He cooed pulling his two fingers out, watching as her ass basically winked back at him with every pulse of her muscle.

“what are ya baby” He whispered out more to himself, looking over her face which was looking over her shoulder, her expression flustered as her skin glimmered in the soft light of their bedside lamp. “M’your baby” She whispered out, her hand reaching behind her to graze up his slightly pouched belly and wide chest. “Yeah? What does my pretty baby wife want”

“I-I want your cock in my ass, please daddy”

“m’so proud of you pup, always rememberin’ your manners, gotta reward you haven’t I” He state slapping his cock onto her behind while she nodded eagerly, her hands fisting the sheets out of anticipation. Henry took a deep breath in whilst he pushed the reddened head of his cock inside her warm wet hole, the lube helping a fuck ton. “A-ah daddy, so big” Y/n gasped out arching her back more, Henry leaned over to affectionately rub her back to help soothe the stretching pain, kisses being placed on the dimples of her back. He himself struggling to find words as his cock was being squeezed tightly in the best way possible.

“you okay baby? you want to keep goin’?”

“Y-yes, wanna feel full” She gasped once she felt him push himself in inch by inch, stopping every few seconds to let her catch her breath, Henry on the other hand was really holding himself back, her ass just felt too damn good on his cock. Both of them finally let out sighs of relief when Henry had bottomed out inside her ass, although none of them dared to move knowing it would cause the start of a very hard fucking. “Fuck me daddy, please, I want it”

“Ya remember your safe word baby?” Nodding her head eagerly Y/n herself started moving her ass up and down his cock, squealing at the burning yet amazing feeling it gave her, ultimately making her weak in the knees. “Oh fuck yeah, my fuckin’ whore” He growled out, his head falling back as his hands gripped onto her soft hips while they together rocked back and forth slowly. Everything was going more or less smoothly until the friction between Henry’s cock and her ass made an embarrassing sound, causing her to completely clench around his cock.

“s-so embarrassing” She whined plopping her head down onto the sheets in front of her, “a-ah baby don’t squeeze daddy so hard or else he’s gonna finish real fuckin’ fast and you don’t want that do ya?” Shaking her head she listened to the rest of what he had to say, “Baby that was not embarrassing, fuck do ya think we can make that sound again?” Smirking darkly he pulled his cock all the way back out before pushing it all in slowly, hearing that same airy sound from their fucking.

“Can daddy play with your clit sweetheart? Is that okay?” Henry whispered kissing again the dimples of her back watching as she nodded, his one arm reaching under her to play with her slick wet folds. Running his fingers through her folds thrice to lube it up with her own slickness, he started toying with her little swollen nub, her body immediately jerking forward at the sensitive touches. “gonna cum daddy, real soon” She gasped writhing in his hold, his hips smacking against her ass as he slowly picked up the pace, all the while circling her clit over and over again until she saw stars.

“Let go for me sweetness, let daddy see his pretty baby let go, wan’ me to cum in your ass sweetheart?”

“Yes daddy want you to warm up my ass, flood it with your cum pretty please” She whined half screaming into the sheets as Henry continued to rub her clit whilst she orgasmed, it was slowly causing her to feel overstimulated, his own cock following soon after as he felt her ass pulse around him; completely milking him of all he had to offer. “You take me so good pup, my best girl, you did so well ya hear me”

In a strained voice he continued to spill out heartfelt praises to his baby who was still lying limp and tired on the sheets, slowly pulling his cock out he winced, “p-plug daddy” He heard her whisper making him smirk, his baby loved being full of him, who knew that the best souvenir he’d bring back from his travels was her. Reaching over to their bedside drawers he found her purple sparkly plug, inserting it carefully with shushed tones, taking extra precautions to make sure it went in comfortably.

“I wanna be here, daddy here” Y/n smiled turning her head, crawling up to claim her spot on his chest, his arm coming around her to pull her even closer to him. “You want me to put on somethin’ in the background?” Teasingly he put his thumb onto her plug, tapping at it, causing Y/n to move away and whine, “stop it!”

“m’sorry baby couldn’t help it, you n’ your ass are too cute” Softly scratching her back, he watched her eyes focus on the random Disney movie he chose on the TV, her lips smacking until she reached up for Henry’s hand to put his thumb in her mouth; another soothing act of aftercare reserved just for her, “night night daddy, l-love you”

“night baby, love you so much”Her face squished against his chest until she eventually started drooling, once she fell asleep “You are just too precious for your own good pup, thankfully you’re mine”

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psa: Found this so cute and intimate, hope you guys enjoy it:))

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writersblog20 · 1 year

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intimate moments

Henry Cavill x curly hair reader

Gif credit to: @demivampirew

Summary: Henry was away for a long time but now, you were finally back together again. When Henry felt clingy, he would help you with everything. Even learning how to maintain your curls while he slowly helped you going into little space.

Warnings: dd/lg. reader calls Henry daddy and Henry calls himself daddy. Pet names, very quick mention of trust issues, if you squeeze abandonment issues, body pains and discomfort from the cold, LOTS OF FLUFF

Words: 2,7K

Intimate moments

It was date night for you and Henry in weeks. He’s been away filming for Enola and this would be the first date night after that. He knew how lonely you got when he was away and even though he showered you in plushies, they weren’t him.

After dinner you walked a little bit around until you both stumbled on a carnival. You and Henry shared some looks as the sweet smell of cotton candy and waffles hit the both of you. You held hands as you strolled over the carnival and bought some sweets. Henry looked around, seeing a couple kids running around, some people walking around with those huge plushies.

He didn’t say anything as you both strolled further but kept a good look out for those games. When you finally walked along those games, Henry stopped you. “What are you going to do bear?” you asked him as he let go off your hand. He looked at you with a smile and paid to play the game. You couldn’t stop your smile and excitement creeping up on you.

Henry got all the shots right and won the big prize. He looked at you with a soft and proud smile “Which one do you want princess?” he asked you and you pointed towards a huge bear plushy. He smiled at you and the man behind got the plushy and gave it to you. It was almost just as big as you were. Like it was a huge plushy. You held on tight to it and walked off with Henry. “Thank you so much bear” Henry gave you a kiss on your head. “You’re more than welcome puppy.” His voice gravel but laced with love.

He held your hand and walked further. Henry played some more games and won more plushies for you. It almost felt like heaven. You encouraged your boyfriend while he played some games. At this point, Henry just wanted to win so he could give you all the plushies. You started to play along with the games and to both of your surprise, you were actually really good, winning some prizes as well while Henry looked surprised but proudly at you.

After many games and laughter, you got very cold. “Let’s go home princess.” You heard him say and the word home already brought some warmth to you. You smiled and nodded. Henry held your hand and noticed how cold your hands were. He brought them to his lips and rubbed them softly together with his own, trying to warm them up before placing a warm kiss on the back of your hands.

You held Henry’s hand again and the other gripping tightly to the big plushy bear while Henry carried to other plushies. Henry decided to order a cab because you were so cold. “Hen, I’m fine really! It’s not even that far away.” You knew you could still walk that way. “Sweetheart, I know you can but you don’t have to. I want to take care of you and right now that means warm you up. It’s okay.” He told you softly and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. You gave in and smiled softly.

The cab ride wasn’t that long but you were kind of glad that Henry called them. Even though you could’ve kept going, your muscles started to ache really bad from the cold and Henry noticed that you felt some discomfort from your body in the way you were massaging pretty violently on your legs to keep the pain away.

“Come here sweetheart, you’re going to hurt yourself, let me do it.” He told you softly and placed his big hand on your leg and started to massage them. It helped as he knew where the muscles was that caused you so much pain. You were dealing with chronicle illness and Henry knew that and knew that coldness was one of the big factors that would cast you so much pain.

It began snowing when you got in the cab and only got worse when you arrived home. Henry tipped the man and helped you inside. “Why don’t I make you a warm bath and you can show me how to do your hair?” He asked you. You had curls and it could be a pain in the ass to take care off. So much so that you didn’t even had the energy right now and it was like Henry knew that.

You felt excitement build up in your stomach and nodded with a bright smile, quickly heading off to the bathroom to place everything in order. Henry chuckled from your excitement and got all the plushies before walking up to the bedroom. He put everything on the king-size bed, which was now covered by all the big plushies. He walked to the bathroom where you were, still very excited, put everything ready. He leaned against the door as he looked at you with a smile on his face and adoringly watching your every move.

You turned around, feeling his presence behind you. You looked at Henry who was still smiling lovingly at you, which you returned with a bright one. “You ready pup?” you nodded and got undressed and took a quick shower before turning on the bath. Henry sat on the toilet seat next to the tub. His elbow on the edge as he rested his head on his hand. You placed both of your arms on the edge as well and leaned your head on your arms and looked at Henry.

You went with your hand through his hair while Henry softly closed his eyes and smiled as he let out a sigh. “I like your hair like this.” you whispered, scared to push the intimate moment away. His hair was still quite long with some curls in it from filming Enola Holmes 2. It was such a peaceful and serene moment that you wished it would never leave. Henry stared lovingly into your eyes, seeing every part of your soul. He went softly with the back of his hand over your cheek.

After a while it was time to get the hair mask out of your hair. You already washed your hair and put conditioner in when you stood underneath the shower. Those were the easy parts. Henry looked at you for instructions. “So first, make my hair a bit wet again and then you can brush it.” You told him and he nodded, getting to work.

He got the shower on again and putting it on a soft stand before he placed it over you. When it got a bit wet, he stopped and got the brush. Henry was so extremely gentle with your hair. He went with his hand through your hair and massaging your scalp. You let your head hang a little from relaxation. He smiled while love filled his heart up. He washed the hair mask out, his hand going through your hair.

Once it was out, he looked at you again. You pointed to the leave-in and told him to crunch it before putting a towel around your hair. Once that was done, Henry helped you out of the bathtub and placed a towel around your body. You wrapped your arms around Henry’s torso, making his shirt wet. He placed his arms around you and sat down on the toilet seat, putting you on his lap. You got your arms and placed them around his shoulders. Henry held you tightly with one hand, his other softly stroking your back while he rested his head on your shoulder, placing a kiss on your cheek. It was nice to be this close to him after all this time.

You both sat there for at least a good ten minutes before going back to your hair. Henry carefully unwrapped your hair from the towel. It made you giggle at how careful he was. “Bear, you don’t have to be this careful.” You chuckled, making Henry look at you. “Sweetheart, I’ll always be careful with you. You’re my sweet little girl and I’m not going to hurt you so I’ll be careful. Alright puppet?” He told you quite stern but still loving. You smiled and felt warm and fuzzy inside. He was slowly getting you into little space, giving you all the relaxation you needed, and to be honest, it fed your soul.

You nodded and he cupped your cheeks softly. “Good girl. So what’s next?” he asked you. You felt flustered at his words while you pointed out the curl moisturizer. He smiled and placed a kiss on your forehead before getting the stuff. You let your head hang so the curls fell down. You ruffled your hair a bit so it wouldn’t stick together. Henry put the moisturizer in his hand and crunched your hair again, repeating the process with some other creams before taking the fohn and dried your hair. After your hair was a bit dry, you gave him the mouse and other things. “This is a lot work, I’m so proud of you that you do this every time and if you need help, call me anytime. I love taking care of you. You know that right princess?” he asked you, making you nod.

After a while your hair was finally done and you were slowly pushed more into little space. Henry was gentle while he got you in little space. It started with praises, pet names etc. He knew what he was doing and he was good at it too. Henry got a oversized shirt for you and put it over your naked body. He got your panties, and some joggings from him. “Let daddy do your skincare now, doll.” He told you and helped you on to the bathroom counter. He looked through the cabinets and got your basket of all your products out. He looked puzzled at you about where to start. You had a lot of products. For some reason you loved buying skincare when you felt bad.

You pointed out some things and he carefully put it on your face. You stared at him, his eyes holding all the concentration. You went with your fingers over his features, distracting him from his concentration as he looked into your big eyes. He smiled at you and got your hand in his, placing a kiss on it while he made eye contact. He placed your hand in your lap again and gave you a quick kiss on your lips. Too quick for your liking and you started to pout.

Henry obviously noticed your sudden change in your demeanor. “What’s up baby girl?” He asked you softly. You looked down, not wanting to tell him. He placed his finger underneath your chin. “Look at me sweetheart. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours? You can tell daddy, you know that right?” you nodded. “I want a longer kiss.” Henry chuckled and cupped your cheek. “Your wish is my command princess.” He told you with a grin and placed his lips on yours in a passionate kiss. His hand cupping your cheek as he deepened the kiss, giving you more than you asked for but in a good way. You felt his tongue against yours before he turned it more slowly again. He broke free from the kiss and you took a deep shaky breath. He still had that grin on his face and placed quick kisses on your lips before all over your face, making you giggle. “Was that what you wanted sweetheart?” he asked you while you felt very flustered and it felt like your cheeks were on fire, which you were sure he was going to feel it.

You became very shy as it was also one of your many signs that you were slipping in little space and Henry grinned, having you exactly where he wanted you. He got back to the skincare and gently applied it to your face. Once you were done, he helped you off the bathroom counter and you walked into the shared bedroom, feeling tired. You let yourself fall on the bed with all the plushies. You got the biggest one and cuddled it while you laid on your side. Henry slowly strutted towards you as his heart filled with love once again. He kneeled down next to you besides the bed. He placed a few curls out of your face, only to be jumped back into place. He chuckled softly and caressed your cheek.

“I’m tired.” You murmured out, completely relaxed and fuzzy. Henry smiled lovingly at you. “I know you are baby. Get some sleep alright?” it was already 11 pm do it was time for bed anyway. Henry helped you underneath the covers and kneeled down besides you again. You stared admiringly at him. “Get some sleep princess.” He told you and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Goodnight pup.” You quickly held his hand when he stood up. His attention was back directed on you.

“Can you please stay with me daddy?” His face visibly softened. He couldn’t say no to you like this, there was no way. Henry smiled reassuringly at you. “Okay puppet. Let me get freshened up.” he told you and gently squeezed your small hand in his. You carefully let go off his hand. In little space you found it very hard to trust someone to come back. Henry and you were working on it and in states like this, he did everything to keep your trust and show you that he wouldn’t go anywhere.

“I’ll be right back okay? I promise.” He told you and cupped your cheeks so you would look into his eyes, letting you see that he meant it. You nodded and held on tightly to the plushie. Henry smiled and disappeared into the bathroom, only to come out 10 minutes later in only his boxers.

You were already laying on your other side so you could face him when he laid down. He looked at all the plushies and chuckled a bit. “Okay sweetheart, which one do you want to have tonight. You can’t have the big one because otherwise I can’t lay down.” He chuckled, seeing how big the plushie was. You quickly got your bunny, that you always had. You obviously liked the other plushies but this one would always be your favorite. Henry smiled lovingly at your loyalty for your bunny.

He placed the other plushies away and got in next to you. You patiently waited till he was comfortable. Once he looked at you, you came closer so you could cuddle. Your cheek was resting against his chest, your arm which still held your bunny was also resting on his chest, your leg over his. He placed his arm around you and pulled you closer to him. His fingers disappeared in your hair as he comfortably went over your scalp.

Instead of the snow falling softly, it became a whole storm. You could hear the snow fall and felt even more fuzzy and warm as you cuddled closer to Henry. You both slowly started to fall asleep when you turned around to your other side. Henry was already snoozing off and didn’t notice you turning around but the cold started hugging you instead of Henry.

You huffed slightly and turned around to grab his arm and put it over you. Henry slowly opened his eyes and saw you struggling to get him on his side as well so he could spoon you. He smiled tiredly and helped you out by turning around. He put his arm tightly over you and scooped you closer to his chest, so close that you could feel his heartbeat and his breathing against your back. He placed kisses on your shoulder and neck before laying down again. You already had your eyes closed as the warmth of Henry’s body hugged you. You were almost completely tucked away against his chest and in the covers, giving you the safest feeling on earth as you slowly dozed off, finally with Henry by your side again.

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xdirtyxlittlexgirl · 1 year

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Your Safe Heaven

A/N: This is my first time writing. I hope you guys like it. Requests open.

Pairing: Henry Cavill X Reader

Summary: You lost your job and he's helping you cope with it

Warning: Fluff, Angst, Mentions of panic attack, job loss

You've been feeling so stressed lately. It's been weeks since you lost your job and you've been struggling to find a new one. Today, you feel like you've hit rock bottom. You're lying on the couch, sobbing uncontrollably. Your head is pounding, your chest feels tight, and you can barely catch your breath. You're having a full-blown panic attack.

Suddenly, you hear the front door open and Henry's footsteps coming towards you.

"Baby girl, are you okay?" he calls out. You can hear the concern in his voice.

He finds you on the couch, tears streaming down your face. He sits down next to you and pulls you into his arms. "Shhh, it's okay. I'm here love. You're not alone," he whispers, rubbing circles on your back.

You try to speak, but you can't get the words out. You just keep crying and shaking. Henry strokes your hair and kisses your forehead. "I'm right here, baby. You don't have to say anything. Just breathe with me, okay?" he says.

He guides you through some deep breathing exercises, and slowly but surely, your breathing starts to regulate. You feel your body relax a little. Henry wipes your tears away and looks into your eyes. "Better?" he asks.

You nod, and he smiles. "Good. Now, tell me what's been going on. Why are you so stressed?" he asks gently.

You take a deep breath and start talking. You tell him about all the job applications you've sent out, the rejections you've received, and the mounting bills that are piling up. You tell him how worthless you feel, and how you don't know what you're going to do.

Henry listens intently, his arm around your shoulders. "Hey, hey. Don't say that. You're not worthless my love. You're amazing. You're smart, talented, and beautiful. And you're not alone in this. I'm here for you, and I always will be," he says.

He leans in and kisses you softly. You feel a surge of warmth spread through your body. "Now, how about we run you a bath? That always helps you relax, right?" he suggests.

He helps you up from the couch and leads you to the bathroom. He runs the water and adds some bubbles. He helps you undress and get in the bath, adjusting the temperature until it's just right. He hands you a glass of wine and a book, and you sink into the warm water. He gives a quick kiss to your head and heads out of the bathroom.

After a while, he comes back into the bathroom and sits on the side space next to the tub. "You feeling better darling?" he asks gently massaging your shoulders. You nod, smiling. "Yeah, thanks to you." He grins proudly, which warms your heart. "Anytime, baby. You know I'll always take care of you. Now let's get you out because, I ordered takeout from your favorite restaurant. It should be here soon."

"I'm sorry," you say, stopping him for a second . "I don't know what's wrong with me. I just feel so lost." You take his hand in your and kiss it gently. He truly was your safe space, your safe haven.

"Shh, baby girl, you don't have to apologize. Everyone has moments of doubt and uncertainty. It's okay to feel lost sometimes," he replies, pulling you closer to him and leaning in to kiss the top of your head. He helps you out of the bath, wrapping you in a fluffy towel, and leads you to the bedroom where he has laid out one of his t-shirts for you to wear. He helps you put it on and then kisses the tip of your nose, "You look adorable my love".

As you sit down to eat dinner, Henry holds your hand across the table, telling you about his day and making you laugh with silly jokes. After dinner, he cuddles with you in the bed, watching your favorite movie while you rest your head on his chest. As you begin to doze off, you can feel him tucking you in and kissing you softly.

You feel a pang of gratitude in your chest. "You're amazing, Henry. I don't know what I'd do without you," you mumble in your sleep voice.

He takes your hand gently kissing it and looks into your eyes. "You'll never have to find out, Kiara. I love you, and I'll always be here for you," he says kissing your nose and switching off the TV and lamps, cuddling you in.

You lean forward and kiss him, deeply and passionately. You feel a sense of peace and comfort wash over you. You know that no matter what happens, you and Henry will get through it together.

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A/N: Please do leave a feedback! Requests for Henry Cavill and Chris Evans are open.

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doll-r-t · 1 year

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Pirate!Henry kidnapping Lady!Y/N

"What a pleasure to have you on board of my ship, Princess."

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sloppyzengarden · 1 year

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Why aren't there as much xlittle!reader fics on here? Is the community like small??

#henry cavill x little!reader #little space #little!reader #thor x little!reader

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blackreaderfics · 9 months

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My Little Mermaid | Clark Kent x Black!Reader

↳ Pairing : MoS!Clark Kent x Black!AFAB!Reader

↳ Rating : M (18+)

↳ Summary : a lone fisherman rescues a girl from the water

↳ W.C : ~1.6K

↳ Tags + Warnings: little mermaid motifs, comfortfic, reader is mute, slight dumbification, caretaker!clark, clark bathes her, slight implied age gap (reader is younger but over 18!!), size difference, non-sexual sexual touches, dubious consent, eye contact, ambiguous relationship, no smut

Clark wiped the mist of ocean water from his face as he surveyed the horizon. The sky was dull and gray; the same as it had been for the past three days. He had already gotten his catch for the week; choppy waters before a storm always stirred the life below right into his net. He decided to turn in for the day after his last reel-in.

Boats above a certain size usually required a crew to operate efficiently, but Clark preferred to work by himself. If any of his previous crewmates could see him hefting burdens meant for ten men with ease, they’d probably be afraid of him. He'd never forget the look on his classmate’s face when he’d been seen using his powers. His bully, ironically enough, had been the only one to witness his pushing their sinking bus from out of the river. The mocking and derision he’d gotten so used to seeing was replaced with terror, and Clark realized he’d been the sole cause of that fear.

The incident brought unwanted attention to the Kents and reporters at their front door. Since then, his parents had quietly taken him out of school where he would earn his diploma from home. He was used to being alone now.

Clark secured the net to the metal rig and lowered it into the water. Tiny droplets of rain dripped from his hood one by one until a steady drizzle began to fall. He tugged at his hood, though it didn't help him much now that he'd already been dampened from the humidity in the air and the sweat on his back. He circled back around the boat, checking for any stray buoys or untied ropes while he waited for the signal to bring his haul back up.

A heavy clang at the side of the boat called his attention. He hadn’t brought the rig down very deep and he was far from the coast. Did he misalign something when he was setting up? He mentally went over his loading checklist from that morning, but couldn’t come up with anything out of the norm—Clark was a man of routine, and he rarely strayed from it. He frowned up at the clouds, now rolling in, and back down at the roiling waters. It was too early to bring the net back up but even he knew not to tempt fate.

Clark went back to the helm of the boat and raised a lever to signal the rig’s movement upward. As the steel arm rose, however, it made a creaking noise he’d heard only once before back when he bought the old fisher boat. The guy who had sold it to him ensured he would take care of it, but maybe Clark had been naïve to trust his words.

He set the lever back to its place and stalked out of the cockpit. So much for not using any strength, he thought wryly. He wrapped the rope connected to a pulley once around his hand. A strong pull shot the net through the surface of the water; It hung a few feet above where he stood, filled with silvery bass and something else he couldn’t quite make out in the rain.

“What the—“ That something else looked very… human. Alarmed, he secured the rope he was holding onto the deck and manually worked on the metal arm that held the netted bundle. The faulty rig was already broken, and he had no problem bending the steel back to fold it closer to the main deck. The net ripped apart with a yank of his fingers and he swiftly pulled the human body from the catch.

It was…a girl. It was you. Alive, somehow, but completely bare. He shrugged out of his jacket and wrapped it carefully around your body. Though your eyes were still closed, you had instinctively curled into his arms. He held you, carefully, as though you would break at any moment, and made his way to the shelter of the captain’s pit. The nearest hospital wasn’t too far from the shore. As long as you were still breathing, they’d be able to help you.

Clark laid you down on a cushioned ledge next to the control panels of the cockpit. He started the journey back to shore, but from the corner of his eye, he could see that you had awakened. When he turned to face you, however, your eyes had already squinted shut.

“You’re awake.” He left the helm to come closer, kneeling by your side to take a closer look at you. He hadn’t taken a proper look at your face yet. He wasn’t a doctor but he knew a bit of first aid; he could check for any head injuries and vital signs that way. When he noticed your body tense up, he thought better of touching you and brought his hand back down.

“Miss?” He tried again and you peeked out from underneath his jacket. Large doe-like brown eyes stared at him unblinkingly. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He promised, but Clark was beginning to wonder if you could even understand him at all.

“I want to move your hair.” He spoke slowly, miming the actions with his hands at his own wetted curls. You looked at him as if understanding and slowly sat up. Clark froze as the jacket he’d draped over you shifted to reveal the brown peaks of your nipples. He quickly averted his eyes, only returning them back to yours when you moved suddenly in his periphery.

You were.. touching him? Or more accurately, touching his hair, copying his movements from earlier.

“N-no, not my hair.” Clark didn’t know why he was suddenly flustered but he moved now, with purpose, to cover you back up. You sat up, following his eyes as he brushed your long locs back and away from your face. You decided you liked his eyes very much.

Clark sat back on his heels and studied you. Your face looked unmarred, ethereal even, brown skin shimmering faintly as if you generated your own sunlight. You touched him again, this time at an area under his bearded jaw. When your fingers lightly grazed the knob at his neck, he swallowed involuntarily.

At that moment he saw it. It was imperceptible at first; hard to catch if you weren’t looking hard enough. On the sides of your neck, three thin slashes pulsated like heartbeats, like…gills? He had to get you back into the water.

Clark sat on the closed lid of the toilet, deep in thought at the strange situation before him. He had pulled you out from the middle of the ocean and you were now sitting in his bathtub, resting your chin on the lip of the tub as he brooded.

After seeing your gills (at least that was what they looked like) there was no way he could take you to the hospital. And throwing you back into the water just to get caught by another fisherman didn’t seem like the best idea either.

Finally, as if making up his mind, he rolled up his sleeves and kneeled beside you with a washcloth. Pulling your arm gently towards him, he began to rub small circles of lather into your skin.

He was always so serious when he looked at you but now he refused to meet your eyes, as if avoiding the glare of the sun. Had you done something wrong? He told you he wouldn’t hurt you. You didn’t understand the exact words, but you understood it from his eyes and you believed him.

He took your other arm and your eyes followed his movements, but he hesitated for a moment at your chest. After a beat, Clark placed the washcloth in your hands and covered it with his own, guiding your clothed hand across your breasts.

You looked down in awe. His hands looked a lot different than yours; a lot bigger. And behind his hand, yours had completely disappeared. A soft nudge at your shoulder prompted you to turn around, breaking you out of your thoughts of the man in front of you.

Your back was to him now, and you could feel the warmth of his body heat, but you couldn’t see his eyes anymore. It made you uneasy when you couldn’t see them. You turned to face him again and he sat back, startled at your sudden movement. This time, Clark had given up on avoiding looking directly at you, searching your eyes for a hint of what you wanted.

Before he could retract his hand from you, you clasped another hand over his willing it to stay. He obliged and continued, across your stomach, around your thighs, and down to your feet. After some time cleaning you, Clark wrung out the cloth and stood, pulling you to stand with him. You wondered why he seemed to ignore the area between your legs. You reached for the cloth but he took a step back.

“N-no! That’s not—,” He looked away again, the tips of his ears tinged in pink. Clark looked around his bathroom for any kind of method of escape but found none. You weren't completely clean yet, but he knew he wouldn't get anywhere trying to explain to you why. He resigned himself to his fate and moved to find a basin.

You gazed up from under him. He was much bigger than you were. Just like with his hands, you noted his body could wholly cover yours; perhaps he could make you disappear under him just the same.

Not too long after, he presented you with a basin of fresh water and cupped his hand under yours. You let the water pool and leak through the gaps in your fingers. After a few tries you were able to hold a good amount of water in the crater of your palm.

He demonstrated with you first, bringing your joined hands in between your thighs. Up from underneath your hand he helped you gently press apart your folds. He guided your fingers each time you’d collected your water, bringing it to your mound again and languidly rubbing until you felt his hand drift away.

Clark watched you copy the movements he’d had taught you earlier. He could tell you were searching his eyes for confirmation, so he made sure to nod in assurance each time you looked at him.

When you stepped out of the bath he draped a warm towel around your shoulders, making sure to avoid the slits at your neck. He was staring intently at you now. The look in his eyes told you that he would keep you safe, and you believed him.

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drewharrisonwriter · 16 days

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Donor (Series Masterlist)

Status: Complete!

Pairings: Bestie Henry Cavill x OFC

Summary: You ask (beg) your best friend, Henry to donate--sperm.

A/N: Individual warnings will be written for each chapter.

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Part 1 Part 1.5: Not Dad Enough

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Drabbles:

They finally tell Hank's family

Feather Toy Fights - A glimpse of how Kal and the cats getting along

IG Official - You and Hank make your relationship IG official

Dirty Dancing - You found Hank's dancer doppleganger

Superman - Your kids find out that their father played Superman.

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ellethespaceunicorn · 1 year

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I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl

Title: I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Reader

Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: Napoleon wines and dines.

Warnings: barely any 60s references so if you were looking for that I'm sorry, incorrect table manners, a little bit of Daddy kink, unprotected p-in-v because these are fictional characters

A/N: The title is taken from the song “I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl” by Nina Simone. Literally the naughtiest and sweetest title at the exact same time. A very sexy song, if you have never heard it, do yourself a favor!!! Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

Dividers by: @saradika

Support/Reblog banner by me

Cover Art by me

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“What is a lovely little rose like you doing all alone in a place like this?”

The voice startles you as you sip your espresso at the corner cafe. Of course, being alone in a cafe had its downsides. This wasn’t the first time you were approached here. This wasn’t the first time you were approached today, even. You look up to see who the voice belongs to and you almost drop your teeny cup.

The jawline alone had your panties in a cinch. But the eyes, those are what draw you in. The blue of his eyes was like out of a painting, and you could hardly say you’d ever seen anyone with a tiny golden-brown spot in their left eye. Was that his only flaw? From here, it appeared so. The suit he wore was perfectly tailored. His shoes were shiny like a new penny. You were shaken from your ogling by his voice again.

“Have I passed inspection, Miss…?” You give your name and he tests it out on his tongue. “A beautiful name for a beautiful rose,” With a flick of his wrist, a gorgeous and very real rose appears in his hands and he hands it to you.

You sputter out a laugh as you reach for the rose. He tilts his head as he watches you lift the flower to your nose, inhaling its sweet scent. He walks around the table and sits across from you, almost daring you to tell him to get lost. But, of course, you don’t. You are delighted to see where this may lead.

“So, what is a man dressed so well doing talking to a girl like me? Surely, you must be on your way to some type of important, or at least, fancy meeting?” You sit back, eyeing the man whose name you still haven’t caught.

“I’ll let you in a little secret. I’ve seen you here before. I know you go to the local college and after class, you like to stop here for an espresso before boarding a train back to wherever it is that you live. You’ll be happy to know I have not followed you back to your home. But, sometimes you get a sweet treat. A cinnamon roll on Mondays, perhaps a cherry and cheese danish on Wednesdays, but on Fridays? You spring for something devilish.” He ends his sentence just as your slice of devil’s food cake is set in front of you by the waiter.

“You really have been watching me. A girl with a different head on her shoulders may be nervous knowing she’s being watched. But, you don’t scare me,” you smile at him and start to dig into your cake, “If anything, I’d love to know why you find me so interesting. I mean, there are girls here with shorter skirts than mine.”

“The skirt wasn’t exactly what I was after,” his eyes linger on your mouth as your fork slowly glides back out of it, “Company. That’s mostly what I’m after. Your company. Not theirs.”

“I don’t even know your name, Mr…” You eagerly wait to hear the mysterious man’s name.

“I’ll give you my name, but I’ll need a promise that I may cook you dinner. No dinner, no name. And we act like this little conversation never happened,” he licks his lips, watching you watching him, “So, what do you say, my little rose? Will I introduce myself or will I walk off, doomed to enjoy dinner alone?”

You set down your fork, suddenly uninterested in the last bite of your cake. But instead of pushing the plate to the side, you run your pointer finger through a bit of the icing left behind. Raising your hand and pushing your chair back, you saunter over to the man’s chair. Sitting in his lap, much to the chagrin of the other couples on the terrace. You wipe the icing on his bottom lip. Leaning in while keeping eye contact, you lick away the chocolate until you take his bottom lip between your teeth. His eyes close for but a second and the slightest grunt escapes between his lips and into your mouth.

“I believe I’ve made my intentions clear but I’ll make sure they are crystal. I’m not some delicate flower, I can handle myself. And as handsome and mysterious as you are, if you try anything I don’t feel comfortable with, I’ll handle you as well. We have an understanding, I presume?”

“You presume correctly. And please, I didn’t call you a poppy or a tulip. You’re a rose. A beautiful flower, but the thorns are treacherous. I’ll make sure you keep those at bay.”

“You owe me a name, pretty boy.” You insist, adjusting your seating in his lap and feeling a hefty bulge underneath you.

“Napoleon Solo.”

“Let’s go, then, Napoleon. I’m famished and I could use something a bit more substantial than that tiny slice of cake.”

Napoleon rises, his hands on your hips as he sets you on your feet. He waits for you to pick up your belongings, walks around the table, and grabs your hand to lead you off the terrace. He walks you to his car, opening the door for you to get in. This was your last chance to change your mind, but, you were having way too much fun.

You ride to his apartment building, and a valet takes the keys to his car before he opens the door for you to exit. A swanky place where it looks like the only people who can afford to stay here must have Esquire or some kind of title attached to their name. You decide to toss caution to the wind because it isn’t like you are staying here. It’s Napoleon who is, and you are is his guest.

You take the elevator up, making out with the tall and gorgeous stranger. The elevator rises as well as his hand up your skirt. Just as his hand reaches the top of your thigh, the elevator signals your arrival on the fourth floor. Napoleon takes your hand and leads you to Apartment 412. He unlocks the door and lets you enter first.

“So, my little rose, I was thinking for dinner I will make us Beef Bourguignon. And for dessert, what say we make it up as we go along?”

“As long as you don’t expect me to do all the cooking, I’m happy to sit back and eat and be merry, Napoleon.”

“Perfect, my little rose. Feel free to make yourself a drink, and do turn on some music. I do better with a bit of background noise.”

You busy yourself with making an Old Fashioned, finding everything at your fingertips and ready to go. You take a sip and groan inwardly as the bourbon warms your insides. You walk from the little makeshift bar into the kitchen and offer Napoleon a sip. He applauds your drink-making skills and ushers you back out to the record player as he dons an apron and begins to cook.

You busy yourself with looking at records while soon the smells of sauteed beef reach your nostrils. You only refresh your drink once while listening to Nina Simone Sing the Blues. Her dulcet tones woo you as the bourbon in your drink loosens you up. You don’t notice that you are being watched as Napoleon walks over and fixes himself a White Russian.

He watches as you sway and sing along with Nina. It’s only a matter of time before the timer in the kitchen sounds and he leaves you to your enjoyment of the music. He makes your plates, sets the table, and lights the few candles that sit therein. He pours you both a glass of pinot noir. His last step is to come and beckon you to your dinner. He does so by sidling up behind you and placing his hands gently on your shoulders as his lips dip down to your ears.

“Dinner’s ready, my little rose.” He takes your hand and leads you to the table, pulling your chair out for you in a gesture that wasn’t necessary but is quite romantic. If you weren’t already a bit light-headed from the Old Fashioned, that would have done it!

“Napoleon, this smells amazing. Are you sure you didn’t have some minions in the kitchen helping you to prepare this?”

“I promise, it was just me. Try it, tell me if it needs anything.”

You take a bite of the aromatic beef stew and it melts in your mouth. You can’t exactly help the satisfied groan that escapes your lips, much to the enjoyment of Napoleon.

“I take it you like it then?” The smug smile looks good on him, damn that man.

“Oh, I like it, Mr. Solo. You sure know your way to this woman’s heart. And that is through her stomach.”

He raises his glass of wine, and you raise yours as well. “To my little rose, may she only leave here satisfied. In every which way she chooses to be.”

You clink your glass against his and take a sip, knowing full well that you are going to sleep with this man before the night is over. Or at least, you hope to. You’d like to see what his face looks like in the throes of passion. And there is nothing sexier than a man who knows how to engage all of your senses in one meal.

You finish dinner and wipe your mouth, feeling for all the world like a stuffed pig. You were happy and you were tipsy and you wanted Napoleon to know just how grateful you were. But weren’t you promised dessert?

“So, dessert then?” You ask.

“You stay seated, I’ll get these out of the way before we start on dessert.” Napoleon wipes his own mouth and comes to collect your plates and take them to the kitchen. When he comes back to the table, he easily pulls your chair back and lifts you easily onto the dining room table. At your look of confusion, he smirks yet again. “Did I not tell you that I would be enjoying you as dessert, my little rose?”

“No, I don’t believe you mentioned that. But, I do believe we both will enjoy that. Do your worst, Mr. Solo.” You position your thighs for Napoleon to remove your panties. He sits in your chair, pulling himself up to the table and setting your legs over his shoulders.

He kisses your thighs slowly until you are whimpering for him to take you out of your misery. He obliges by pulling your ass to the very edge of the table and using the flat of his tongue to lick a strip up your sex. An inhuman sound exits your mouth and you have absolutely no fucks to give at this point.

“You taste like Heaven, my little rose,” he kisses your swollen nub and looks up at you, “but how do you feel?” He uses a single finger to circle your button a couple of times before drawing a line to your entrance. He enters your core slowly and his finger is a perfect fit. Not too much, not too little. Just enough to start to open you up. He starts to kiss and suck at your clit until your hand finds purchase in his chestnut locks. He lets you pull him down into your pussy, savoring every little spasm of your canal.

Before long, a second and a third finger join the first and your moans bounce off of the walls. With one curve of his fingers, he finds your inner bundle of nerves and you reward him with a squeezing of your cunt and the melody of your orgasm. He licks up every drop of your nectar off you, and as he pulls out his fingers, he sucks them dry as well.

He stands, unbuttoning his slacks and fisting his cock while looking at your sweet blissed-out little face. “Can my little rose take some more dessert?”

“Yes, Daddy, please?” You whine, wrapping your legs around Napoleon’s waist and drawing him closer.

“That’s my good little rose,” he praised, lining himself up and entering you swiftly, “Ohhhhh, you take me so well. Best dessert I’ve ever had.”

He leans down to kiss you as he pulls out slightly and slams back in, swallowing your moans. Holding your face in his hands, he begins a steady rhythm inside you and hits your spots as if you had created his dick in a lab in some odd science experiment.

Soon, he drags orgasm after orgasm out of you until all you can say is Daddy and Yes. An endless stream of nonsensical noises comes out as well, but Napoleon is all too happy to commit those to memory while not commenting on them. He just continues to pound into you mercilessly, chasing his own release now that your juices cover the front of his slacks.

“Are you ready for Daddy to fill you?” He asks, a bruising hold on your hips as he plows into you.

“Yes, Daddy, yes!” You gasp, tears falling down your cheeks as you are overstimulated.

“Fuuuuuck, such a good little rose!” He exclaims as his hips settle flush against yours.

You can feel every twitch of his dick as he empties inside you. You watch as the sweat from his brow drips down his temple as his eyes close. You hear his breathing pick up as he tries to steady himself. The heady scent of sex in the air intoxicates you. You grab him by the tie and pull him down to kiss you. All five senses are ablaze with Napoleon Solo.

Your hand through his hair is what allows him the strength to open his eyes again. He looks at you as though you hung the moon. He remains inside you as he slots his lips against yours before resting in the crook of your neck.

“Gotta love a man that cooks. You can always stuff me twice.” You laugh, not being able to stop yourself from accidentally pushing Napoleon out of you.

“Really? A joke right now?” He laughs, standing to his full height and looking down to see his spend leaking out of you.

“I couldn’t help myself, Mr. Solo. It just…came to me.”

“I bet, my little rose.” He helps you down from the table and ushers you to the bathroom as he cleans the rest of the table up.

You clean yourself up and meet Napoleon back in the living room as he sits on the couch. You enjoy listening to some more music and having a few more drinks with him, forgetting all about your train home.

You wanted a little sugar in your bowl, after all. And you got it and then some. This man was sweet enough to give you cavities ten times over and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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medicinal-doll · 1 year

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Bedtime.

Title: Bedtime.

Daddy!Henry Cavill x little!reader

Words: 800.

Summary: You're throwing a tantrum because you're cranky cause you stayed up too late, but don't worry Henry will take care of you.

Warnings: ddlg dynamic,p in v sex,mention of choking/spanking,brat behavior,Dom/sub dynamic, degrading,daddy kink,pet names

A/N: Practicing getting better at writing smut and I couldn't find a ddlg bedtime for Henry with smut so here's this

*Please don't repost without permission If you use my writing as inspiration please ask first and credit me

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"No!" you scream as Henry holds you securely against his burly frame.Taking you from your pink playroom.

"Not a dolly princess.." you sniffle watching your toys and stuffies disappear from your view.

"Don' wanna go night night!"

You kick and scream, though your hits do no effective damage.

Henry sighs at your tantrum and gently pats your butt encouraging you to stop yelling at this time of night.

You always get cranky when you stay up this late, which is why he set a strict bedtime for you.But your little doe eyes got the best of him tonight, His mistake.

"Aaahh!-" you yell obnoxiously.

Okay... now you're just being annoying. Henry rolls his eyes at your antics.

"C'mon honey shhh" he encourages you softly, bouncing you gently in his arms.

"I told you baby" he coos at you. "You need your little girl rest sweetie, but you didn't want to listen to daddy"

His reasoning doesn't quell your sobs and frustration at all.

"Put me down! don't wanna go..." You cry but Henry picks up on your blatant lying.

"We do this everytime princess... you're just a little baby honey" he talks to you in that warm loving tone that makes you shy.

" you need your sleep doll" he whispers softly placing a kiss to the side of your head.

"Or you'll get all cranky and upset and start throwing tantrums at daddy like you are now"

You sniffle, Slightly embarrassed and aware of your unnecessary outburst. But it doesn't stop you from whining.

"Don't wanna go...." you mumble to yourself.

It's your last attempt at fighting him before your littlest sleepy self takes the place of any hostility you have left in you.

"I know baby, I know." He says in a soothing tone.

"just let daddy take care of you princess okay?"

You nod at him, whines still leaving your mouth. those being the last remnants of your fit.Henry rubs your back in slow circles patting your butt lovingly while carrying you up the stairs.

He sets you on the bed gently, and you start to act up again. But then he gives you that stern dominant look that warns you not to test him, and you shut right up and wait patiently like a good girl.

Henry removes his shirt revealing his beefy chest and toned abs, dark chest hair decorating his warm skin.

You lay back on the bed. A new feeling taking control of you, a docile feeling that makes you burn with desire.

You dip your hands between your legs touching yourself sensually.

You aren't allowed to touch.Not without your owners permission, but seeing as you've already pissed him off for the night and the lustful look he's giving you right now. He doesn't seem to mind.

Even if he did you're in such a mood, he'd have to physically restrain you in order for you to stop.

You rub your fingers over your clit, making sure to give your daddy a good look at your cute little princess parts.Eyes glinting in pleasure as wet dews of arousal make your pussy glisten in the warm light of the bedroom.

You whimper softly in that high pitched tone you know drives your daddy fucking insane.

You flick your clit faster, eyefucking your sir.

"Please daddy....fuck me" you whine out.

"I'll be good now, I'll go to bed promise"

You moan arching your back off of the covers winding your hips against the soft sheets.

"Just please give me your cock..."

Henry prides himself on being A good daddy that upholds the rules. But god damn it, you don't know what you do to him. And if it wasn't for the very visible bulge peeking from his boxers, he might've been able to resist the temptation.

He climbs on top of you giving into his carnal desires.

You look at him face flushed, all pouty and submissive.

"Please daddy I can't take it anymore-"

"I need you in me"

"I need my daddy"

At those last words you cling to him, nails slightly digging into the warm flesh of his bicep.

Henry quickly frees his cock from his boxers, it being just as needy and swollen as yours.

He rubs his length up and down your drooling pussy, coating it in your wet heat.

You grip on him tighter.

"Please..."

He looks at you with animalistic eyes.

"Please what..." He says darkly as his cock teases your entrance.

You pout impatiently. "please fuck me da- Ah!"

He sheathes himself in your slick warm pussy fully, groaning at the tightness wrapped around him.

"Fuck baby...mm" he grunts deeply.

Henry pulls out then ruts back in and you yelp.

"Gonna breed you so fucking good..fuck" he says in a low groan.

You whine as he slowly starts moving his hips against yours.Soft sobs spilling from your lips as his fat cockhead rubs against the sensitive ridges in your vagina.

"Please daddy ruin me" you beg.

"Fuck my little girl hole till I scream..."

He plants the gentlest kiss to your lips before slamming his hips into you.Harshly driving his dick in your cunt, exploring it shamelessly.

"Ah! Fuck!-" His cock slaps against your wet walls as lustful sounds fill the room.He's so fucking big, you think you'll break if he goes any deeper.

"Daddy! Fuck-"He smacks your ass in warning and you cry out.

"Ah!"

"The fuck did I tell you about cursing hm?"

"You needy slut, you just don't know when to listen do you"

You cry at his harsh words when in reality they only make you wetter.Your arousal dripping all over him, drenching his cock and balls.

Henry grabs you by the throat choking you against the pillow.

"You fucking like it when I treat you like a slut don't you"

He rams his cock in you making you so fucking sensitive your legs start shaking around him in pleasure as his meaty hips bounce against your thighs.So rough you can't think straight.

"No! Not a slut!" You shake your head at him.

"No?.." He questions in a deep voice.Eyes gaining a sadistic tinge to them, As he grabs you flipping you on your tummy.

"Then I guess you don't like when I fuck you like this then huh"

He takes your little pussy from behind pounding you like the good little cock whore you are,his dick reaching those deep intimate places that drive you crazy.You moan embarrassingly loud as he drives his hips against your weak spot.

"Ah! Daddy please I'm sorry!" you cry out in pleasure.

Henry laughs at how how you're such a shy bunny but you're so fucking loud when he gets his hands on you.

"That's right baby you should be fucking sorry" he grunts, vigorously thrusting into your hot pussy.

"But don't worry hun, daddy's gonna make sure you get to bed on time every. fucking. night."

He fucks into you after every pause your walls fluttering around his dick gripping at every vein sucking his cock back into your soaked cunt.

He grabs your face squishing your cheeks together and whispering in your ear.

"If daddy promises to keep fucking you like this before bedtime, you're gonna be a good little girl for me aren't you baby?"

Your minds fucking gone but you agree to whatever the hell he's saying, too cock drunk to comprehend anything but him pounding your little cunt raw.

"Yes daddy! Ill be good I'll be good fuck fuck fuck fuck-." You scream his cock and balls slapping against your lips at a fast sloppy pace.It all feeling so fucking good and too much for you at the same time.

His hips hit your spot repeatedly and you scream as Henry's white cream explodes into your little womb.your eyes roll to the back of your head, your blush spreading to your entire face.

"Daddy.." you whimper at his hot milk entering you.

His head dips down resting on your back, his soft breath against your ear.

"What did I just say about cursing..." He asks slightly out of breath.

Oops.

"Sorry daddy it felt too good" you plead.

You turn and wrap yourself in his embrace.

"Couldn't help it...."

He sighs pulling you deeper into his big arms.

"That's alright bunny"

"Daddy just has to be better about disciplining you about that, and your bedtime"

You just nod, snuggling against the comfort of his muscular chest in acceptance.

Henry chuckles and smiles at your cuteness, petting your hair softly as you both drift off to sleep.

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writersblog20 · 1 year

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A restless night

Henry Cavill x reader

Gif credits to the owner!

Summary: When anxiety finally visits you again, you don’t know how to handle it anymore but luckily Henry comes to the rescue.

Warnings: dd/lg vibes/dynamic, reader calls Henry daddy, anxiety, panic attacks, tensing your whole body, vomiting from the anxiety, cockwarming and just fluff.

Words:2,4K

A restless night

It was a rough day. You were a week off and Henry was filming Enola Holmes 2 so wasn’t home. You haven’t seen Henry for 2 weeks now. He would come home late and be gone before you woke up, or you had to go up early. You missed your bear, especially today. It started in the afternoon. You were busy and decided in the afternoon to take a little nap, only to be greeted by a bunch of anxiety, floating through your stomach.

Every time you almost tucked away, you quickly got shaken by anxiety. It didn’t took long before your heart started to pound against your chest as well. You started to feel sick from all the tension in your body, even getting a headache because you’ve been clenching your jaw a lot.

You got your headphones and played some music while you sat behind your laptop to write some more, hoping it would help but the anxiety stayed in the front. You didn’t really knew what else to do so just kept writing until it was around dinner time but you felt so nauseas from the anxiety that you only got some soup but was quickly to put it away again. You walked Kal, took a shower, watch a movie but nothing worked so you decided to take your sleeping medication and it would be an early night.

You crawled back into bed, feeling exhausted and in pain from being so tense. The medication was supposed to make you calmer and feel sleepy but right now you didn’t feel anything except more anxiety. It had gotten so bad that it turned into a panic attack. You got downstairs and tried to rationalize but it wasn’t working. You felt the tears streaming over your face. Kal patted your way and nudged your leg. You scratched his head and walked to the couch. Only on rare occasions, was Kal allowed on the couch. You didn’t even say anything but Kal was already next to you on the couch with his head on your lap.

Your tea was steaming on the table while you cuddled with Kal. You had put on some stupid tv show in hopes that it might distract you but nothing worked and it all got worse. You knew it was going over in a panic attack. You turned the tv off and put your earphones in and put some music on, reading some stories online until you finally fell asleep on the couch. Kal was laying besides you, your arm around the big Akita.

Henry opened the door to your shared home and to his surprise the lights were still on. He frowned since it was very late and was wondering why you were still up. “Pup?” he asked softly, not wanting to be loud but also not wanting to silent. “Puppy?” he asked again. He frowned even more, wondering why Kal didn’t came to him to greet him until he walked in the livingroom. His heart sunk when he saw your form on the couch with Kal besides it, who was waggling his tail softly but didn’t leave his spot.

Henry walked over to you and saw that you had your earphones in. He petted Kal softly on his head and let out a soft sigh. He still didn’t really know why you were sleeping on the couch but the way Kal didn’t want to leave your side told him enough. He softly went with his hand over your hair. You stirred a little and your heart started to pound again.

You opened your eyes from the panic and anxiety that came rushing back. You quickly sat up and saw Henry with a soft look on his face. You got your earphones out. “Hi pup, what’s going on?” he asked you softly as he cupped your cheek softly. “I don’t know… just a lot of anxiety and panic attacks. I don’t know why, they’re just here.” Henry nodded and you started to feel even more sick. Your stomach was your weak spot.

You quickly got up and rushed to the toilet to throw everything out. God you haven’t felt this miserable in a long time. Henry quickly took his coat off while he walked towards you. He softly rubbed your back while you clang to the toilet. He held your hair back and felt his heart break slowly for you. Your anxiety was away for a very long while along with your panic attacks but right now, it all seemed to come back at a rapid speed and all at once.

You flushed the toilet once you were done. “Let’s get you freshened up huh pup?” he suggested and you nodded. Henry helped you go upstairs. You got to the bathroom and brushed your teeth again while Henry got some comfortable clothes and placed it in the corner of the bathroom. “Do you think you can sleep?” he asked you but already knew the answer. You shook your head and Henry gave you a soft sympathetic smile. “Okay baby, why don’t you wait while I take a shower.” you nodded and sat down on the toilet seat, your legs tucked towards your chest.

You looked at Henry who was showering at a rapid speed so he could be with you again. You felt your heart flutter at the sight but it quickly got replaced with anxiety again. Henry got out of the shower and gave you a soft smile while he quickly touched your chin in a comforting manner “unclench your jaw sweet princess” he told you before he got back to drying himself up. It wasn’t new that when you would battle anxiety or a panic attack that you would be extremely quiet so it didn’t surprise him when you didn’t say anything.

Henry put the comforting clothes on and held out his hand for you. You grabbed it and he helped you up from the seat. “Let’s go downstairs than mhm puppy?” you quickly looked at him. “Aren’t you tired? I can handle it, you need sleep though.” Henry smiled softly and got your chin between his fingers. “I know you can, I know you’re a big girl but that doesn’t mean you have to. I rather stay with you, making sure that you’re okay. I can sleep later. Now let daddy take care of you and go downstairs.” He quickly placed a kiss on your forehead.

You already felt a bit better just by his presence. You both got downstairs and Henry already knew that you didn’t want to leave his side so he took you with him to the kitchen so he could make you both a new cup of tea. Henry helped you jump up on the kitchen counter while you waited. He turned his focus to you and cupped your cheek softly. You could tell he was tired but he still chose you over everything. His eyes held a soft gaze “Since when did it start again princess?” he asked you. “Since today. Just got really bad at a fast pace.” You told him and he nodded softly. He got his phone out to send a text message to someone, which made you curious.

“How about, we watch a movie and tomorrow, we’ll take it easy or do whatever you want.” You looked puzzled at him. “Aren’t you supposed to work tomorrow?” he shook his head with a soft smile. “No, I just canceled. I have room to take a day off besides, you’re more important and you need me right now.” he told you and placed a quick kiss on your nose before turning away to make the tea.

“Oh and don’t you dare to feel guilty pup. I want to be with you.” you got a sad smile. Henry knew you too well for this. You slid off the counter and couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him, your head resting on his back. Henry softly raised his eyebrow “I’ve missed you so much daddy.” You told him softly. Henry smiled lovingly and got your arms a bit off of him so he could turn around and give you a proper hug. “I’ve missed you too sweetheart, so much.” He kissed your forehead “Let’s get the tea to the table and cuddle on the couch” he told you and got the tea while you walked with him.

He placed the tea on the table and sat down, looking at you and hinted to get into his lap. You sat down sideways, your head resting against his shoulder. He got a blanket and wrapped it around the two of you. You looked up at Henry, who looked down at you and he placed a delicate, soft kiss on your lips. Once he pulled away, he got you closer to his chest and he wrapped his strong arms around you, placing another kiss on the side of your head.

You tried to snuggle even closer to him and Henry noticed that you wanted him closer than he could give you. He held you tightly while he got the tea from the table and handed it carefully to you and got his own.

Your fingers dug into his shirt, holding him close. One hand cupped the back of your head and held it softly against his chest. You once told Henry that that made you feel safe and secure and since of than, he never stopped doing it, his thumb softly rubbing your cheek and you finally let out a deep breath and felt calmer. “Good job baby girl.” Henry responded to your sigh.

Something outside caught your attention from the corner of your eyes and you saw that it was snowing. You shivered a little at the thought of the cold and Henry tucked the blanket tighter around your body. You finished your tea and Henry too, placing both mugs on the table. You tried to get comfortable but it just wasn’t working for you right now and Henry noticed your frustration. “You can’t get comfortable princess?” he asked you and you shook your head, anxiety slowly creeping back. “Okay, let’s go upstairs and cuddle. You can even watch a movie there.” you nodded “I just want you close.” You told him and Henry smiled softly and looked at you. “I know baby, let’s go upstairs and cuddle.” He helped you stand up.

You both got upstairs after putting the lights out and freshened up. Once you arrived at the bed, you quickly got rid off of your clothes and got into the bed, tucking the blankets already up to your chin. Henry came into the room as well and smiled at you in a way that made your heart flutter. He walked to his side of the bed and bowed down to give you a kiss on your head. His hair softly tickled your nose, making you giggle.

Henry couldn’t smile brighter from the giggle that you just let out. He got out of his clothes as well and he didn’t even had the chance to lay down or you were already attacking him with cuddles. Henry chuckled “Sweetheart, let me get comfortable first.” You heard the rumble through his chest from the chuckle. You let go of him and waited.

Henry signaled that now, you could cuddle. He placed his arms around you while you almost laid on top of him, your head on his chest and underneath his chin, your arms tightly around him while you felt Henry softly massage your head with his fingers, sending you into another wave of relaxation. You let out another comfortable sigh from all the pent up energy before. “Good girl” his voice a bit hoarse, sending shivers down your spine.

His other fingers went up and down from your spine and you tried to snuggle even closer but got frustrated once again when you couldn’t. That was when Henry got an idea. “Sweetheart can daddy try something?” he asked you, making you nod and curious about what he was up to. He got you a bit to the side, his fingertips slowly going over your skin more downwards and you felt the excitement growing in your stomach. He got your panties of and threw them to the side of the bed. “What are you doing?” you asked him puzzled. “Do you trust me sweetheart?” you nodded. “Do you still want me closer?” he asked you again, making you nod. “Okay, you tell me if you don’t want it or want to stop okay princess? You’ve got to promise me sweetheart.”

You nodded “I promise daddy.” He smiled softly and got your chin again so he could place a kiss on your lips. His hand started to go down again and got attached to your pussy. Your breath hitched a little and Henry felt how wet you were and he let out a growl that gave you goosebumps. He stroked his cock a bit before putting the tip by your entrance. He stopped and looked at your face for any discomfort. “You still want it baby girl?” he asked you serious and genuine, making you nod again.

He pushed his cock in, making you both moan while you felt him stretch you out. He pushed further, his other hand on your waist, pulling you softly down onto his cock. When he was fully in, you still waited for him but nothing happened. You looked confused in Henry, who chuckled at your confusion. “Now I am as close to you as I can.” He told you and kissed you multiple times before placing his hand on the back of your head and guided you to lay down on his chest before he wrapped his arms around you again.

“Try to get some sleep pup. I’ll be right here with you and I’m not going anywhere.” He told you and kissed the top of your head again. You finally, after all these hours, felt comfortable and sleepy. Your eyelids heavy as you focused on the feeling of Henry, completely indulged in his touch as you finally fell asleep, safe and sound.

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