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Choose your fi —- FUCK YOU. BOTH!
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Oh no, not August... you're so gone😂
I really want to spanking august🍑 and running 😆😚 i think he will be so angry and I'm not sorry 😊
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There he was - standing at the kitchen island, busy preparing dinner. The prized CIA assassin, August Walker, was humming to himself pleasantly, completely unaware of the danger lurking nearby...
Leaning against the arched doorway, you ogled him carefully, your lower lip caught beneath your teeth, your gaze languidly studying that tight juicy piece of ass.
Quietly, you skittered into the kitchen, holding your breath as you stalked behind him. Your dear top agent was so enthralled in marinating a slice of steak he did not hear the person sneaking behind him, nor did he sense the hand that slowly rose in the air, but damn if he did not feel that smack that landed on his rear.
“What the…”
August's head swiftly snapped over his shoulder, a deep wrinkle decorating his brow.
“Ow!” You cried out in response, lightly shaking your hand in the air. Your palm throbbed from hitting pure muscle, but even so, you couldn't help the joyous chain of giggles that escaped from your throat, especially as you noticed August's baffled face.
"You little..."
Before August could finish his sentence, you darted toward the hallways. It took him less than a second to grab you. With a swift manoeuvre, you were pinned, face toward the wall, with his lips as your ear and his already-ridged cook pressing into the cleft of your behind.
“Now let’s see who like a sore ass.” He murmured.
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"look at me when I fuck me"
I...I..I need to lie down please 😰😰
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I need Geralt to f**k me with those black eyes😩😩💦💦
The black eyes always does something to me😩
When he almost looks like a demon 👀😈
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And his stamina and senses are... elevated.
He gives you no mercy. His fingers are etched around your throat, squeezing and he growls, "look at me when I fuck you"
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Wow! Reading your story after a long long time and it felt so good! I shouldn't have read this during my work break though😂🙈🙈
The writing was so poetic, the descriptions, the inner thoughts, the ambience..like those classics I used to read as a child..
Thank you Freya. It was really beautiful
Before the Storm
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Summary: Gus finds way to keep you warm as you both sail on his boat during April.
Pairing: Major Gustav (Gus) Phillips x Reader (no description)
Word count: 2K
Warnings: 18+, romance, fluff and smut, oral sex (woman receiving), a bit of fingering, teasing, a sweater, a pinch of angst.
A/N: Gus is a character we know nothing about only that he is an unhinged gentleman (?) so I just went with what I felt and oh I hope others will enjoy :). Many thanks to the lovely @captainsy-cookiemonster and @agniavateira for beta and emotional support.
Please reblog with comments if you enjoyed 🖤
Before the Storm
Gus. Gustav. Gustavus. 
Such a timid name for a man who was wilder than the seas he sailed. When you first met Gus, you thought that he was the ocean itself; Untamable, unpredictable, a maelstrom of a man. Little did you know, you were wrong about him; if Gus was anything, it must have been the god of the sea. 
The only thing he was missing was a golden trident. 
Resting on the deck of his yacht with a small plate of local sweets and a book by your side, you watched him through a veiled gaze. The tall man stood at the bow, preparing the boat for the evening sail. You knew very little about nautical travel, but you always enjoyed watching him work on his boat.
Liberats - he called her - the only place he thought of as home. 
His large chocolate curls swayed gently in the afternoon breeze, thin threads of sliver-grey rimming each ringlet, though as the April sun began to set, those fine curls were kissed by vivid hues of purple, orange and pink.  
A deep frown line creased his forehead as he held onto the mast. You entertained yourself at the notion that he had the same exact look when he was hovering and grunting above you. Lightly snorting at the thought, you reached for the plate and grabbed a sweet while continuing to stare. 
“Like what you see?” Gus asked without looking away from the mast. His thick English accent rang through your ears in a melodious tone. He had a way of making everything sound either like poetry or sex.
You ogled him gingerly. In complete contrast to you, who lay in undergarments, Gus donned a chunky grey sweater and dark work trousers. You hated that. It hid what you knew was underneath it. The body of a god. 
“Hmm…” you stretched,  “I haven’t seen enough to decide.”
A slanted smirk tugged his cheek, and he threw a side gaze at you, but his smile fell as he noticed the little shiver in your arms. You weren’t exactly dressed for the season, in fact, you weren’t even dressed for a cruise, but for the time being, simple pair panties and bra sufficed. 
Until they didn’t. 
Not saying another word, he let go of the mast and sauntered toward you, mumbling, “oh, darling,” while already slipping the heavy sweater off. Abs and pecs that might as well have been crafted by a master sculptor glistened in the waning sun. Tanned and sweaty, his skin was like honey. Busy appreciating the view, you didn’t notice the lumpy grey thing that headed toward you at the speed of light until it smacked you in the face.
“Gaws!” Your words were muffled by the sweater that covered your entire head. 
Annoyed, you tugged it away, one brow arched with ire, but your expression softened as Gus’ scent poured upon you; seafoam, salt - fresh and untamed - you inhaled it, inhaled him. 
Unable to resist the urge to be enveloped by his presence, you pulled the sweater on and sighed at the comfort it brought, your fingers clutched onto the collar to hold it closer to your nose and with a deep breath, you took him in. For a moment, you felt yourself slipping into delirium, but then the warm shadow that loomed over your face dragged you back to reality. 
Gus stood over, the breadth of him blocking the sun. Head tilted down, arms crossed together, he observed the treat before him, a crafty grin playing on his lips. 
“Looks better on you than on me.” Hand reached up to his moustache, he twirled its edge between his index and his thumb. “I sure like what I see.” 
You smiled sweetly, your bare legs stretching forward in an invitation. “Too bad this sweater doesn’t cover all of me…” 
His marine-blue gaze followed instantly, a flicker of excitement igniting within them. “Cara Mia, need me to keep you warm?” 
Gus was the type of man who never needed a special invitation. Nor did he ever waited for an answer. Simply, because he always got what we wanted. Gently, he sank to his knees before your feet, and reached for your ankles. His hands were roughed by manning the ropes of the boat and things you didn’t wish to think of, yet his touch was as tender as the caress of a wave as he ran his hands up and down the length of your legs.
“Smooth,” he murmured, “it always stuns me how soft women are.”
Half chuckling, half moaning, you laid back onto the deck, casually reaching for the bowl of sweets and grabbing a piece. Gus’ glare darted at you, watching you nibble while the coarse pads of his fingers glided below your knees, his touch sent a stream of shivers that coursed through your skin, making you tremble in his grip. 
It took every drop of strength to remain composed and not give yourself entirely, you were always afraid of him having too much power over you, and Gus knew that and knew just how to bend you - figuratively and literally. 
His palms smoothed higher with each stroke, kneading your thighs, fingertips reaching close to your heat yet not close enough. Every wave of his touch only left you more frustrated. Wetness pooled at your core, the unmistakable bloom within calling for him in yearning, like a flower opening, awaiting to be seeded, yet he took his time. 
“Still cold?” Gus provoked at how wildly you quivered. 
Lips pressed into a thin line, you swallowed a moan and shook your head, clutching onto the sweater as if it served any protection, but all hell broke loose as, without any warning, he pressed his thumb against the wet fabric of your underwear.
“Fuck!”
“Such a dirty mouth.” 
Giving into a shuddering yip, you pushed your pelvis forward, trying to grind into his thumb, only that he pulled back. 
“Gus! Stop this!!!”
“Stop?” His eyes flared comically. “I thought you were enjoying this…”
Ready to throw the book at his stupid face, you frowned, which caused Gus to chuckle before he hooked a finger below the strap of your underwear. “Now…” his voice dropped, and his eyes darkened as if touched by a storm cloud.  “Are you going to say it?”
Already at wit's end, you pouted and let out a breathy, “please...”
He tugged on the strap a little, sliding the garment to the mid of your hips, yet not enough to expose you. “Please, what? Cara Mia?”  
“Please, fuck me.” 
Triumph burnt on his face. Overjoyed that once again he managed to break you, he paused, eyes gliding at every inch of your body while his fangs grazed over his bottom lip. The way he stared at you, you could have sworn that you could feel his touch wherever his gaze landed; your mouth, your breasts, your nipples, the base your belly - he was everywhere, but you needed more. You needed him inside you.  
“No.” 
“No?!” Your cry could be heard across the 7 seas. “What do you mean ‘no’!?” 
“You had your candy, I think I’ll have mine.”
Without any other delay, he yanked on your underwear and threw them over his shoulders. Exposed to the open air, you breathed a shuddering gasp. The chill ocean-breeze blew upon your slit, further storming the tidal-like spasms that swept over you. Still, it was nothing in comparison to the storm that Gus was about to bestow upon you. 
The bearded Adonis looked ethereal as he crawled between your thighs, his curls and brazen bristle tickled your skin. His broad, muscular shoulders flexed in a predatory motion, and his face wore a dark, preying shade to match. Brows knit together, jaw clenched, his fingers dug into your ass, and with a guttural groan, he lowered his head to the valley of your thighs and granted you the sinful kiss of Poseidon. 
Slow, yet not lazy, his mouth drew a languid course between the little pearl above your cove to your inner thighs as if testing the water before plunging in. The touch of his hot lips and coarse bristle was enough to elicit the most desperate yelps from you, and like a siren washed up on the shore, you writhed for your god, begging for salvation.
It wasn’t as if Gus didn’t know every inch of your body, yet still, he revelled at the different cries that escaped you as his mouth marked different parts of your flesh, almost as if it was a game to him, as if you were a toy he examined and coaxed to his whims until you were completely broken and at his mercy. It was only then when you were bent and vulnerable, that’s he would tear you completely apart.
With his breath hot on your flesh, he hummed against your clit. Legs quaking, you prepared yourself for yet another tender kiss, only that instead, you felt the wet glide of his tongue teasing your flesh. Once, then twice, his velvety serpent stroked and twirled. The third time he wrapped his lips around the tender nub and suckled with every ounce of love he felt toward you. 
Inarticulate sounds followed from your throat, your toes curled as the spasming jolts of ecstasy flowed all across your body. He brought you near impulsion, but he wasn’t done playing with you just yet. Grunting, he slipped the edge of his tongue between your swollen petals, pressing just enough to provoke you, yet not enough to bring you undone. 
You wanted to scream his name but found that you had no words. Instead, you heaved and cried breathlessly, your head pressing to the wooden deck beneath you, eyes wide open, staring at the seagulls floating in the air. In the open ocean, everyone could see you. Everyone and no one. You were one with the gods and the sea creatures and you sure as hell writhed as if you were drowning on dry land. 
Appeased by your helplessness, Gus locked his strong arms around your thighs, holding you spread open and in place as he finally dove his tongue inside you. 
“Fuck!” Your back arched against the surface. Tears of joy brimmed in your eyes as Gus fucked you ardently with his tongue. Over and over, he plunged into your cove, groaning and savouring the dew that dripped from it as if it was a feast. 
As greedy as they come, he wanted to devour you; there wasn’t a single patch of skin he hadn’t laved, kissed or suckled. Even while his tongue wreaked havoc on your clenching cunt, his mouth continued to suckle upon your swollen lips with little hums of delight that vibrated through you. 
It wasn’t fair. He brought you on the verge of pleasure on despair. You felt the storm within you rage; violent waves of pleasure gushed and surged, begging to be unleashed. Knowing your body so well, Gus wrapped one sturdy arm around your belly, held your mound to his hungry mouth, and finally, took his fingers and buried them deep inside you to force you into ecstasy. 
Climax shattered through you in several electric currents that continued to hit. Each one stronger than the other  Still convulsing in ecstasy, you lifted your eyes to Gus.  The last rays of sunlight glazed around him in a golden aura. For a moment there, you imagined him as the lord of the ocean, who, in his fury, pierced his trident at the ocean’s bed and split it apart. 
Split you apart.
Spent, you fell back to the deck with a deep sigh, your eyes gazing aimlessly at the evening sky while you snuggled Gus’ sweater around you. The moon had already risen, surrounded by a shy group of gleaming stars resembling precious pearls embroidered on a blue dress. Memories of childhood sprang to mind; summer days in the sun, when you floated carless over the waves. 
“Are you alright?” Gus moved to lie beside you. His knuckles brushed your cheek in a tender caress.
You nodded weakly, your breath still hitched from the intensity of the pleasure he wrought from you. 
“Speak, Cara Mia,” Gus asked gently and, with a small pinch around your chin, brought you to stare at him. "I need to hear you say it."
Quiet, you stared back, your lower lip parted, but no words came as you studied his face. The little wrinkles around his eyes and the silver tainted his beard made him look somehow pure. So pure, it broke your heart to think that once you dock again, you will have to take off the masks and costumes you wore and be who you really were - soldiers fighting to liberate the world and Gus, as spirited and wild as he was, would never be free, never be able to fully commit to anyone other than his cause.
Still, you loved him.
Enough to follow him into hell. 
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Wow🥵🥵..also smutty part 2? Yes please!!!
Smoky Sunday Cavill BBQ
Pairing: Henry Cavill X Reader
Summary: Henry's family is coming over for a Sunday brunch, and becomes very smoky for you
Warning: PDA, Teasing, Smut, daddy kink, exhibitionism, rough, spanking, explicit language, dom male
⚠️ Minors DNI
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You wake up on a beautiful Sunday morning to find Henry lying beside you, his arm wrapped around your waist. You can feel his breath on your neck and his body warmth seeping through your skin. It feels perfect, but you can't help but wonder what he has planned for the day, because he has that 'I got a surprise look' on his face.
"Good morning, love," he whispers, pressing a kiss on your temple and then nudding his nose with yours. You can feel your body relax more and more into his touch. "Morning, Henry," you yawn, snuggling closer to him and kissing his lips once more.
He pulls away a little and looks at you with his hopeful puppy eyes. "I was thinking, why don't we have a BBQ with my family today? They've been bugging me about it for weeks," he suggests, hiding his grin knowing you already knew something like this was coming. He's been away a lot and misses his family. After all, he is a family guy, and you can't help but adore that about him. You nod, kissing him, knowing how happy he will be seeing his family, especially for an infamous Cavill barbecue. "Sounds great, sweetheart."
"Awesome, love you," he grins like a baby, leaning in to kiss you on the lips. You both lay there for a while before you push him out to go get ready. You were nervous. He had a huge family, and although you have met them before, it is still always a little overwhelming. Least to say, you do suffer from overthinking and anxiety.
You step into the shower and gets strated by the immediate flow of cold water, when you feel a pair of warm hands on your waist. "Hm, Hen... Stop it." You say, alomost begging him to not comply with what you just said. He keeps silent and just keeps kissing your neck and shoulders. You can feel your body give into him with every touch. It is very hard to resist him. "Hen, no... Your family would be here soon we need to get ready." You say pulling away, as you can see him pout like a child. You chuckle a little and then kiss him softly. It was one of the hardest showers you had in a while, because it is impossible to resist this man.
As you get ready, Henry is being his usual charming, yet teasing self. He keeps coming up to you and trying to steal kisses, running his hands through your hair and hugging you from behind. He loves seeing you in sundresses, and today you're wearing just that. It's almost as if you both are playing the game to keep each other on the edge. You smile as he gives you a kiss on the shoulder.
"I can't wait to show you off to everyone," he says, giving you a playful wink. You blush, feeling a little shy but also excited to meet his family again. He insists on doing your hair, which is adorable, especially because he grew up in an almost male household.
Once you and Henry get to the kitchen, you join him in starting to prep for the BBQ. As you help him, he can't resist stealing kisses and sneaking in some playful touches. "Hey, don't distract me too much," you tease him, "We have to get everything ready for your family." He chuckles st the effect he has on you almost proudly. Finally, everything is ready with some divine focus from the both of you, and the family arrives.
You greet his family, and can't help but smile at the warm welcome everyone gives you. "You're one lucky man boy." Henry's dad says smiling at you as you blush. Soon, the BBQ is in full swing. Henry and his younger brother, Charlie, are in charge of the cooking, with dad Cavill, supervising, and the girls are gathered around a table, sipping on mimosas and gossiping.
Throughout the day, Henry can't keep his hands off you. He keeps sneaking kisses and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. It's cute at first, but as the day wears on, he starts getting a little bolder. He'll brush his hand against your thigh under the table, or press his body against yours when no one is looking. Ar first, you take it lightly but then as you all sit around the table enjoying desserts, Henry inches his hand wys to close to your wetness. You give him a death glare but try to smile and keep the conversation that you were currently having with his mother.
"Shh baby, don't you make it obvious." he whispers in your ear so slyly and kisses your ear a little. You can feel his fingers now effectively rubbing your clit, as you bite down on a moan. He's gonna be the death of you. Henry has a devilish smirk the whole time, while you're there sitting hot, bothered, and wet. He collects some of your wetness on his fingers and licks it in front of everyone. You're shocked at his actions and try to be as subtle as you can to hide it. "The dessert is amazing Henry isn't it?" his mother points out seeing his big boy licking his fingers. "The best." he replies to his mother who's more than happy that his son still loves her cooking, only if she knew what was happening.
Soon the two of you peel away to clean up a little as you feel Henry literally grinding his growing in your butt. "Henry, you better keep your hands to yourself," you say almost annoyed with his teasing for the day. "Hm, what if I don't babygirl? Will you fight me?" he asks snugly biting down on your shoulder as his hands slips to rub your wetness again. Fuck. "Someone will see us babe. Stop. It's your family here." you say I'm between moans. You were both in the moment when you heard someone cough in the background. Henry immediately pulls away and fixed your dress. "Guys, there are seven rooms in this house. Seven. And you couldn't get into one?" Charlie says teasingly playfully rolling his eyes. You can pass out from the embankment but you're also heavily turned on by the thought of getting caught.
He is slyly relieved that it was only Charlie, and not his parents or sister inlaws. He almost grins mischievously, giving you a sly look. "But, she's irresistible." he smirks and winks at his brother who chuckles and keeps the bottles he had in his hand on the counter and leaves. You roll your eyes but can't help but feel a little bit smug.
Eventually, the night ends, and it's time to say goodbye to his family. You can see him getting hard through his pants already. You smile and hug everyone, bidding farewell as you close the door and you can feel him behind you. Your breath hitches when runs his hands up and down your body. He kisses your neck and you realise it after seconds that your dress has already become a pool in your legs. "Fuck baby." you moan as you can feel him pinching your nipples and kissing your shoulders. He literally tears off your panties as you get more and more wet. "Tut tut tut babygirl, that's not what you call me." he says spreading your legs and spanking your pussy. You just close your eyes and hum, because frankly you can't do anything better right now. "It's daddy for you." he says spanking you again and pinching your nipple hard from his other hand. He turns you around so now you're facing him. He gives your short peck on your lips. "What should you be calling me princess?" he asks again now going behind you again, pressing his front to your back. "Daddy, I'm supposed to call you, daddy." you say almost panting from his touches. He leans in again and you can feel his fingers caressing your butthole. You lean back and relax on him as you surrender to his touch. He pulls away from you a little and then spanks your ass hard as he whispers in your ear, "Run".
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A/N: Do you need a smutty part 2?
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This is amazing 😍😍
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August Walker enjoying his retirement with a coconut rum
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Peak Henry Cavill era...we got August Walker ans Henry looking like this on the red carpet...*chef's kiss*
Also that button hanging for it's life...muahhh
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Those pics are so beautiful and hot. Goddamn what a man! I'm in love with the fact, that his beautiful hairy chest is blowing up the shirt. My pussy is aching. Sorry not sorry! 😆🤤❤️‍🔥😋
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Oh my, just opened my account to see that my silly little blog has reached 400 followers. I didn't even think even 1 person would follow, let alone 400🙈🙈
Thank you for following and enduring my thirsty little posts of my crushes and new shows I keep binging upon🤭❤️
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Of course...love reading your stories anytime!! And trust me, I think I've read all your cane play stories, atleast all the ones with Sherlock!!
I'm still not into cane play, but when I read it, I just want Sherlock to do those things to me😮‍💨😮‍💨... I'M BLAMING YOU @littlefreya 🤣🤣...you hypnotize me with your stories 🙈🙈
i am DECEASED but now the question is , which one of ur henry boys would do this (and preferably drag it to something more 🥵) , Henry or Sherlock or August !!!!!!!
(the link isn't porn dw)
Oh!!!! You are speaking my brat language. I love denying kisses >:D
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It's not often that Sherlock displays affection. It's not that he doesn't yearn for you. It's just that he likes to maintain a certain persona, pretending that these frivolous games are beneath him.
So imagine his surprise and ire when he leans to kiss you, and you turn your face away to deny him the sweetness of his lips. He sulks, unapproving of your behaviour and tries again with his fingers lightly caressing your cheek.
But before his lips meet yours, you sway to the other side and then quickly step away and attempt an escape. You hardly make it to the door when the hook of his cane locks around your waist.
With a yank, he hauls you back to him, and before you can even whimper, you are flushed against his chest with his arm wrapped securely against the small of your back.
"Don't deny me," he warns darkly and, with his knuckle below your chin, tilts your head up so he can finally devour your mouth.
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Geralt is voracious.
And while he can be patient and soft, he is still a wolf, one that doesn't appreciate being denied of his prey.
As you sway your head and avert your gaze, he immediately snarls. You don't get to do it twice. Before you can even step back, his hand is locked around your jaw, and he is shoving you against a tree bark with his body fully pressed into yours.
His mouth ghosts upon your lips, he hums and you can taste ale and danger on his hot breath.
"Mine," he simply growls and then kisses you with the utmost vigour.
Any thought about denying him dies as his tongue penetrates your mouth.
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He just makes us say "daddy" with just his looks alone😮‍💨😮‍💨
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Henry Cavill at the LA premiere of Avatar: the way of Water
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Daddy indeed 😮‍💨
I think I'm gonna die
The first thing that comes up on my insta when I open it is this
What am I supposed to do with it? Faint in the middle of the office?
Look at his face he knows EXACTLY what he's doing
He does indeed.
I love this look, I'm glad he brought it back.
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You hardly make it to the door when the hook of his cane locks around your waist.
I didn't have any kind of cane play kink until you entered my life Freya... I'm blaming you!! *Horny sigh*😂😂🙈🙈
Also love how you left daddy August out coz denying daddy a kiss means not being able to sit properly for the next few days😮‍💨🙈..we don't want that, or do we? 👀😏
i am DECEASED but now the question is , which one of ur henry boys would do this (and preferably drag it to something more 🥵) , Henry or Sherlock or August !!!!!!!
(the link isn't porn dw)
Oh!!!! You are speaking my brat language. I love denying kisses >:D
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It's not often that Sherlock displays affection. It's not that he doesn't yearn for you. It's just that he likes to maintain a certain persona, pretending that these frivolous games are beneath him.
So imagine his surprise and ire when he leans to kiss you, and you turn your face away to deny him the sweetness of his lips. He sulks, unapproving of your behaviour and tries again with his fingers lightly caressing your cheek.
But before his lips meet yours, you sway to the other side and then quickly step away and attempt an escape. You hardly make it to the door when the hook of his cane locks around your waist.
With a yank, he hauls you back to him, and before you can even whimper, you are flushed against his chest with his arm wrapped securely against the small of your back.
"Don't deny me," he warns darkly and, with his knuckle below your chin, tilts your head up so he can finally devour your mouth.
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Geralt is voracious.
And while he can be patient and soft, he is still a wolf, one that doesn't appreciate being denied of his prey.
As you sway your head and avert your gaze, he immediately snarls. You don't get to do it twice. Before you can even step back, his hand is locked around your jaw, and he is shoving you against a tree bark with his body fully pressed into yours.
His mouth ghosts upon your lips, he hums and you can taste ale and danger on his hot breath.
"Mine," he simply growls and then kisses you with the utmost vigour.
Any thought about denying him dies as his tongue penetrates your mouth.
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Ooofff🔥
Imagine being chased through sherlock's private country side home, not his home on Baker street. The one other place he finds solace other than your arms.
Chasing you down the corridor, your laughter and his footsteps echoing off the walls, with a shove you push open these dark double doors to reveal a beautiful gothic chamber.
Stopping in your tracks, sherlock takes his advantage, hosting you over his shoulder, striding over to the large luxurious bed, sitting down, placing you over his knee as he gentle lifts each one of your skirt
You can feel his gaze on the back of your head " Tsk tsk, no undergarments?" Arching a brow, he gentle caresses the smooth skin of your bare bottom before giving you a sharp smack. Your skin tinging pink, from the smack
Working his way down to your folds, he finds his true target
"Now pet, beg me"
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Fuckkkkk👀👀
Why have l never read this before? Oh my my, the visuals I had while reading this🔥🔥🔥
Also, kinda gave me Night Drive Henry vibes👀🤌🏻
Freya, I'd like to request a prompt: a bootycall with your ex-BF Henry, please. Maybe during a party, an award show, etc
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Summary: Henry and you might not be together anymore, but it doesn’t mean you don’t miss him...
Pairing: Henry Cavill x Female Reader (no descriptions of body type or ethnicity)
Words: 1k
Warnings: +18, RPF, smut. Sex talk, phone sex, mastrubation (both male and female), fingering, mentions of oral sex - female receiving, mentions of sexual intercourse, creampie, MaleDom vibes, slight daddy kink, a hint of angst, sex with the ex (don’t do it). 
* I give no permission of copying my work and posting it anywhere online
A/N: So I saw your prompt and decided to change it a little ;).  Not beta’d. I’ll die on my mistakes like August slipping off a cliff, getting a hook to the face and then falling into an exploding aircraft. Additional credit in the end.
What I Deserve
It's been a while since you felt such hunger. Simmering, seething - you laid on the bed, your blood boiling in rage, like a cauldron of soup left on the stove for too long. All because of a photo, and not a good one either but a silly Instagram post.
Though, these were the ones that truly mattered, the ones that reminded you of casual moments of mischief and daytime delight and of that which you lost.
'Oh baby, baby, I shouldn't have let you go...'
Tenderly, your painted nail slid across the screen, caressing the sharp outlines of his jaw. The memory of the musky scent that clung to his neck gushed through your nostrils as if he was there. Every cell in your body filled with despise from the shivering mess and aching burn you felt inside. What you hated most was that Henry wasn't anywhere near but merely a dream rooted deep in your bones.
'Oh baby, baby...'
It was a mistake. You knew it before the soft pad of your finger pressed the button, but you couldn't find it in you to stop, and as the monotonous tune rang in your ears, it was too late anyway.
"Hello?"
Goosebumps prickled your skin, your heart racing faster than you could gather. That voice, so low, so pleasant. Reveries of the many times he called you by your name while pressing his naked torso onto yours made you squirm with unrequited lust.
"Henry..." you half-whispered and nibbled your bottom lip, afraid that he would hang up on you but then again, he knew it was you who called. 
Possibly changed your name to 'that bitch who left me.' 
Cautiously, you listened to his breath slow down while he took his time to muster a response. "Yeah," he uttered coldly, but the severity in his voice was flawed, and selfishly, you hoped to breach the wall of ice Henry built around him.
"I saw your new photo," you hummed, "and I... I think I miss you... bear... I miss feeling your warm hairy skin grinding onto mine."
No words ensued, but the whisper of fabrics gently wooshed in your ear, and then a shift of something soft followed as if he sat up from a lounging position. 
So you proceeded.
"Do you miss me, Henry? Do you miss throwing me on the mattress and forcing my legs apart? Do you miss inside me?"
"I thought you said you never want to see me again," Breathless, irked, he interrupted - a new flavour of impatience dancing on his tongue.
Yet you ignored his subtle rebuke, sucking the stuffy air with a languid sigh. Amid your thighs spread heat and desperation, a thrumming in your blood that grew bolder and stronger along with Henry's loud breath. A curious hand reached to cup your mound, and you couldn't help the moan torn from your quivering lips.
"Remember how you used to tower above me all filled with Authority? Standing ardent with a tent in your pants and a hand reaching to unbuckle your belt to give me what I deserved? You made me your whore..."
"You deserved that," he rasped and swallowed the dryness in his throat, "you deserve to be punished." 
Unbiddenly arching on the bed, you sighed. "Punish me!" You both begged and implored, closing your eyes while your fingers ran back and forth to sense the outlines of your petals through your soaking panties. In the veil of your arousal, he stood naked before you, showered by the moonlight glow while his hand caressed the length of his cock.
Henry's exhales were but low growls now, every pant more rapid than the other. "Don't ask for what you can't handle, pet," he warned, "I'll have you pinned down with a fist around your throat and take you whether you're wet or dry."
Your cunt squeezed along with a gasp, clenching around a forlorn sadness of abandon. Frustrated, you tugged your panties aside and slowly circled the little pearl that throbbed for Henry's kiss. 
"Henry, please..."
"This is what you want, pet? For me to come over and take back what's mine? Because I won't be merciful if I get there. I will force your little cunt against my mouth and eat you out until you cry for me to stop."
"God..." you whimpered in his ear, now teasing the seams of your entrance. Memories of his warm tongue licking inside made your head extraordinary light; every nerve and muscle twitched in a delirious frustration to satisfy the primal need of having him fill you.
Not just a finger nor his tongue, but his entire manhood splitting you open as if you were pure, reshaping you to fulfil his destructive demand. 
"I'll leave you raw and burning, and just when you're too tight to handle me, I'll drive my big fat cock between those battered lips and fuck you so hard, your cheap IKEA bed will creak under pressure."
"Yes, fuck me, daddy!"
The sound of metal clicking and wet skin slapping onto skin sounded from the other line. Unable to hold back, you pushed a finger in, and the wails of your pleasure met his growls in the ancient duet. 
"Oh, I will." 
"I want to wrap my legs around you and keep you inside." You pushed deeper, harder, trying to remember the rhythm in which Henry took you; all muscle and sweat, he rode between your thighs as if his life depended on it.
"I'll throw your legs around my shoulders, pound you so deep you'll feel that ache inside you for days, reminding you who that little hole of yours belong to."
"It's yours..."
Henry growled with content, his breath humid against the phone. You heard the pumping of his hand grow rapid, and so did your slit hugged tightly around your digit, milking and convulsing in the hope it will be his cock that stuffs you next.
"I'm close!" you cried out. 
"And you want me to fill that little cunt of yours with my cum?"
"Yes, fill me, daddy." 
Your eyes squeezed shut at the thought of him spilling his warm seed inside you, a sensation so vivid that as you came mewling his name, you could have sworn you felt the hot trickle of his cream dripping down your lips.
"Fuck!" 
Low sputters of curses suddenly filled your ear, and then you heard him gasp in despair, only equal to a man rescued from certain death.
Ecstacy. La petite Mort. 
Still panting against the receiver, he chuckled sardonically and then ticked his tongue. "You are a bad girl, and you don't deserve it." 
Trying to adjust your breath and racing heart, you blinked your eyes open and stared at the ceiling, focusing your gaze on a long crack that ran from one corner and broke into the white cement like poisonous vines.
"I'm sorry... I wasn't thinking..." 
Henry chuckled again and drawled an inhale. With your head still throbbing, you listened deeply to the other line, hearing him dampen his lips and scratch his head. You listened to the static sound of the void that was left between you until he opened his mouth to speak again.
"You don't deserve it, but I do, and I'm coming home, pet. I am coming home to take what I deserve."  
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Lyrics are from Hit me Baby one more time by Britney Spears
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‘Teenage’ Clark and some other bts shots
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Whoever is styling and tailoring Henry Cavill’s suits as Sherlock Holmes needs to also be his personal stylist and tailor.
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The 4th gif...so sassy, so condescending...I love it😂❤️
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Henry Cavill as Sherlock Holmes | Enola Holmes 2 (2022)
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