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writersblog20 · 2 years

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Three makes the dream

Chris Evans x reader x Henry Cavill

Not my gifs, credits to the makers!

Part 1🔥💜🦋

Summary: When Chris talked to Henry about your little fantasy but ignored the both of them with an attitude since you were working, has a lot of consequents

Warnings: curse words, in the beginning Chris bullies you a little, humiliating, sensations of dread, a lot of intimidation, feelings of embarrassment, manhandling, darkchris, dark Henry, mocking, chocking, crying, powerplay, size kink, overpowering you, being under control, a lot of praising, love bombing?, magic wand, overstimulation, throat fucking, throat bulge, jerking himself off in your throat, multiple creampies, breeding kink,, daddy kink, pet names, feeling very little and submissive, dom/sub dynamic, threesome, No condom use ( Zon’t zo it) , bit of spit and probably more things, mentions of collapsing. Crying during sex from too much pain and pleasure.

Words: 6K

A/n it's finally here and i'm not even sorry about this. Have fun and please do read the warnings!

MDNI

Three makes the dream

You were currently working at a festival as a photographer. You also did the designs for the festival and that was kind of how you became their photographer in the first place. There were a lot of famous people attending the festival and a lot of famous musicians would walk up the stage. The VIP section for most actors was above the stage where Chris, your boyfriend was talking to the one and only Henry Cavill as you stood opposite and underneath the VIP section, making photo’s.

You and Chris talked about what had happened that night and your little fantasy of getting fucked by Chris AND Henry. What you didn’t know was that Chris already talked to Henry about it and they currently were whispering their ideas to each other as they were looking at you.

You already noticed and felt like you could die on the spot from embarrassment. Your cheeks heated up as you noticed the dangerous looks of Chris and Henry, given to you. At this point you were just trying to do your job and hoped that they wouldn’t be a further distraction to you.

The end was almost in view as the last band stepped on the podium, the Arctic Monkeys, who you were a fan of. You luckily bumped into Alex Turner earlier and quickly took a picture with the famous singer.

Chris spotted everywhere you stood, keeping an eye out for you. As the band played some songs and you photographed further, you also noticed the smirks on the boys. You felt completely flustered and their looks had you locked in a choke hold. You were so flustered that you lost your talent for photographing and to be honest, it pissed you a little off. It was fun and all but not when you were working and you made sure to tell Chris later.

Their glances burned on your skin as you got more and more irritated. You looked up at Chris, visibly noticeable that you were not happy with it at the moment, glancing irritated at him. He raised his eyebrow in surprise and disagreement, just like Henry, both not liking your attitude right now but you couldn’t care less. You were working for god sakes.

That was the last time you took a look at Chris that night and he knew damn well that you were irritated as they tried to get your attention. But you wouldn’t budge and went to do your work, ignoring them completely. At least visibly because the looks were burned in your mind, sending shivers down your spine and a tingling feeling downwards.

You put all your attention into your work right now and the boss wanted to have a talk with you later but on a positive note, maybe giving you more work opportunities. The band walked off of stage and you agreed earlier with Chris to wait for him but you slipped away backstage quickly, still a little irritated. He knew that you didn’t like distractions on the work floor and definitely not this distraction. Well maybe you did but not underneath work goddamn it!

Chris and Henry walked backstage as well when you were talking with Alex Turner and the boss, making a bit of small talk until your boss would talk to you. Chris stood by your side and squeezed hardly in your ass, making sure that nobody could see it but it pissed you off more at this point and moved away from him as he raised his eyebrow again, letting you know that he didn’t like your attitude right now but then again, you couldn’t care less at this point.

You had a quick talk with the boss of the festival and others from different festival came up to you and offered you to work for every festival, which you definitely did not refuse! This was your dream and took it with both hands, making you happy again. Chris smiled, knowing that this was your dream and you did it all on your own.

You all were all chatting a bit with all the bosses when Chris walked up to you again with Henry this time. You’ve never met Henry in person so you felt intimidated and embarrassed by the thought of what you told Chris and that Henry might know your sinful thoughts.

“Hey sweetheart, I want you to meet someone.” Chris told you with a smirk, telling you everything that you needed to know. But again, you didn’t want to look unprofessional in front of your bosses. You politely gave Henry a hand and he smiled at you, looking directly and deep in your eyes. You felt your cheeks heat up and felt small. Henry was even bigger in real life than on tv. You knew that he knew. His smirk said enough but you ignored it, or at least tried it and acted unbothered, surprising Chris and Henry who both got even more fed up with your attitude even though they could understand.

If this wasn’t your job, you could easily become an actress because you were giving production values at this point with acting unbothered and uninterested even though you were dripping wet and thoughts were swirling through your mind.

When it was time to end it and go back to the hotel, you said your goodbyes to Henry who looked dangerously at you and very lustful, making you slip in complete submission and he could see it in your eyes even though you tried to act like nothing was going on. Well to the outside but to Chris and Henry it got very obvious at this point as you were unable to hide it.

You got into the van as the driver drove you to the hotel, not knowing that Henry was following you since he stayed in the same hotel. It was a bit of a awkward ride to the hotel. You knew Chris wasn’t happy and the other way around. “Chris, you couldn’t do that. I was working. You know how I feel about that babe.” you tried to reason with him in a mature way. “I know. But there was no need for the attitude.” He told you coldly as his hand rested on your thigh and his grip got stronger, telling you that you were in it for tonight, if only you know how much exactly.

“I would’ve been fine with it every other night but you knew how much this assignment means to me. And you really decided to go at it at that point. You had no right for that.” You told him normally, trying to have a normal conversation and setting boundaries. His grip got even tighter, giving you a lump in your throat as he ignored you like you did to him earlier that night.

You knew he was mad but you wanted to keep your ground and let him know that you wouldn’t accept this kind of behavior and definitely didn’t appreciate it. “You were doing just fine, didn’t you?” his voice turned dark and felt yourself grow even smaller. “That’s not the point Christopher and you know it. Just please don’t do it again when I’m working.” You looked at him and you saw he was clenching his jaw at your use of his full name. His nails digging into your leg at this point. His pupils completely blown at this point.

You arrived at the hotel and there was paparazzi standing ready. Chris took your hand in his and held you tightly in his grip, giving you a dreadful feeling of what was to come. You stepped into the elevator and it was just the two of you know. Your heart was in your throat as the tension was extremely high at this point, making you a bit scared of what was to come. When the doors of the elevator closed, he waited a few seconds before cornering you. His body pressed against yours while his hand squeezed your cheeks roughly. “Don’t you ever give me that attitude ever again. You. Ungrateful. Bitch.!” He spit out the last sentence.

He never cursed you out and it gave you a dreadful yet excited feeling, making you confused. He let go roughly of your face and got you out of the corner, leaving you in shock. It felt like there was concrete in your shoes when the doors opened towards your hotel room. You could tell by Chris’s walk that there was more to come. You were scared to get into that room but yet excitement made your pussy drip.

Chris opened the door for you to walk in first. You hesitantly walked in and stood in the middle of the room, making you feel extremely intimidated, small and scared. The door closed with a bang, making you jump. You looked scared at Chris as you never saw him with this dark look over his eyes.

You swallowed a little. “Chris…. You’re scaring me…” He chuckled darkly. “Don’t tell me this doesn’t make you feel excited.” He strutted towards you while you backed away. He looked at you as prey. When your back met the wall, you held your hand a little in front of you for defense. His body met yours as you almost touched noses with him. “You really want to stand here, and tell me, that your pussy isn’t dripping wet? Mhm? That this doesn’t excite you a bit? The thoughts of getting absolutely ruined by me?” Your eyes went big. You almost thought that you were talking to Ransom and not Chris, your loving, caring boyfriend. “I…” you couldn’t finish your sentence as he wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you closer to his face so he could whisper in your ear..

“You disappointed me today. Never did I think you could be this bratty. When I almost made your fantasy come true and get ruined by two cocks. But no…. You are an ungrateful bitch. I don’t condone this bratty behavior and you should’ve known better than that.” Goosebumps covered your entire body and you hated that it gave you away this easily. You were frightened yet excited. His hand squeezed your throat a little “What do you have to say about that?” he asked you huskily. “I’m sorry.” Your raspy voice came out soft from the tightening around your throat. “You wanna know what I think?” He mocked you, with a dark grin. Your eyes went big “I think that you need to learn some manners.” He told you and pushed you on the bed.

“From now on, you better listen to my commands otherwise it’s going to be a long painful night for you.” he told you darkly as he ripped your blouse apart, making you jump at the sudden movement. He pulled your pants roughly off. “You looked so good tonight, too bad your bratty and ungrateful behavior had to ruin everything.” He ripped your lingerie off of you and put your underwear in your mouth as you took it submissively in. He got a little towel and wrapped it roughly around your eyes, making it unable to see and you felt that he was tying you to the bed with something. It felt sharp around your wrist but you decided not to say anything.

You heard that Chris was getting undressed, the sound of fabric of the clothes getting off made you so extremely wet to a point, you didn’t even know was possible. All of a sudden you heard nothing but some shuffling and the opening, closing from the door. You tried to hear but it almost felt impossible as the thundering from your heartbeat in your ear was deafening, making you dread every possible moment.

“You know what sweetheart? Today might be your lucky day.” He mockingly said and you felt to the brim of tears but also so excited it was all very confusing. You had your safe word and knew that Chris would immediately stop but you didn’t really want him to. “Look at you…. so beautiful… isn’t she Henry?” he all of a sudden said and you were in complete and utter shock. The feeling of embarrassment getting to you, wanting to get away and cover yourself up but since you were tight up, you had no choice. Only youor legs weren’t tied up and you brought them closer to your body “Mhm…. She sure is…. You got a nice one on your hands Chris. Too bad she’s going to get completely ruined tonight.” You heard the gravel voice of the other man in the room.

You felt your nipples get hard and more goosebumps covering your body. “I think she likes this, what do you think Henry?” You could almost hear the smirk in his voice and you felt a bit humiliated. “Mhm…. I thinks so too. Mind if I have a go?” your breathing got heavier. “Go right ahead. She needs to learn her lesson.” Chris told Henry casual and you felt the lump in your throat as your tears slipped into the towel.

“Look at that…. She is glistening. She is so wet, so pretty.” Henry told Chris darkly. You felt the bed dip a little besides you, your heart racing faster. All of a sudden you felt feathery kisses on your neck, making you gasp. You could tell it was Henry. You knew every part of Chris too well. A slapping sound was heard followed by a loud sting on your thigh and you whimpered at the feeling, more tears slipping out. “You’re getting completely and utterly ruined tonight” you heard Henry whisper in your ear and warm breath caressing your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Henry found the sweet spot in your neck within seconds, his rough warm hand palming your breast and squeezed your hard nipple.

Not long after you felt a lick over your slit, making you mewl at the multiple sensations and hands on you. Chris had his hands wrapped around your legs tightly while Henry placed a soft kiss on your lips with your lingerie in your mouth, your cheeks squeezed again. After he took a nipple in his mouth and started sucking on it while Chris was busy eating you out roughly. You tried to whimper and moan, bucking your hips up.

The feeling of Henry’s and Chris’s hands on you made you extremely horny. “Mhm, You should taste her… she’s amazing.” Chris commented and you felt Henry move away, his lips disconnecting your nipple, leaving you wanting more. Henry teased you by moving his fingertips slowly and softly over your legs towards where you were throbbing. The bed dipped down besides your head and you felt Chris softly going over your hair in a comforting manner.

Henry held your legs even tighter than Chris did, his muscles flexing around you while he made a long stroke with his tongue over your slit, goosebumps covering you again in reaction. His tongue made circles around your clit, giving you an unbelievable feeling of pleasure and excitement washing over you. You wanted to move your legs but Henry tightened his grip around you, one of his hands resting on your underbelly, pressing down gently. Bucking your hips was useless right now of the stronghold he had you in, completely in his control.

You heard Henry hum in approval when all of a sudden you felt his finger going over your slit, sending electricity over your body. He put his finger in your pussy and started pumping in and out, making you whimper through the lingerie. You could hear Chris shushing you above you, still stroking your head while his other hand went to your nipple, playing with it. You felt yourself turn into a mess underneath their touches. As Henry kept circling your clit and pumping in and out, you felt the euphoric feeling growing closer. Chris noticed your body language and Henry knew that you were close too. “Cum for us baby. Cum for your daddies.” Henry husked out, making you even closer than before. Chris squeezed into your cheeks again and that was the point you couldn’t hold it any longer and came on Henry’s fingers and mouth.

You could hear him growl and groan and it was next to Chris, the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. “There you go baby. Let go before you get ruined.” Chris told you lovingly in a soft way. You wanted to moan but everything came out muffled. “She is indeed very delicious.” Henry said as he backed away from you. “Get that lingerie out of her mouth. I want to put my cock in that pretty mouth of her.” Henry directed as Chris got the lingerie out of your mouth.

You tried to swallow but your mouth was dry and you were at lost for words. You heard the zipper of Henry’s pants, getting you instantly wet again as you got your legs up again. You felt Chris standing up from the bed and heard him walk towards your pussy. Henry gave you a stroke over your head before his hand grabbed your chin and made you face his way. He pressed his lips against yours, hungrily kissing you as his tongue slipped in, making you moan in the kiss.

You felt Chris eating you out again, as you gasped but Henry held you chin tightly, holding you into place. His whole tongue went in and out of your pussy and your legs already began to shake. Henry got out of the kiss and pushed the tip of his cock into your mouth. He pushed more forward and you instantly noticed how huge his cock was. “Mhm… You like his cock princess? I can feel you clench around me.” Chris remarked as Henry chuckled deeply. You gagged a little “aww sweet baby… try harder. IT’s not even in halfway.” Henry told you and you got a little scared as you knew that it was true.

Henry grabbed the back of your head and pushed it forward, making you gag even more as he growled dangerously above you. “That’s it baby. Take daddy’s cock princess.” He told you while Chris got you closer to the edge. “You’re gonna cum baby? You need to tell me when you’re gonna cum honey…” Henry and Chris chuckled together, knowing you couldn’t talk with Henry’s cock in your mouth. You hummed multiple times, making Henry groan even louder. “I think she’s about to mate.” Henry warned Chris which motivated him to go even faster with his tongue and you were in no time, in an exploding orgasm.

Henry got out of your mouth and grabbed your cheeks, placing a soft kiss on your lips. “Good girl.” He told you before moving away just like Chris. Your skin felt on fire waiting for what would happen next. Chris moved your way and pressed the tip of his cock against your lips, making you opening your mouth. “Let’s see what else you can do pretty princess.” Henry told you lovingly as well now, making you feel smaller. He entered you with two fingers and started moving, making you moan loudly and Chris took that opportunity to push his cock in deeper. Your pussy was making wet sounds and there was that familiar feeling washing over you. You wanted to cum so badly. Henry pushed his third finger in you and moved even harder and with every gasp or moan, Chris pushed his cock even further in, making you gag.

“Come on baby, I know you want to. Cum for me, cum for daddy sweetheart.” Henry said and you felt the tears gathering in the towel, making you cry out of pleasure as you came hard. Henry started laughing a little “That’s it princess. Good job. Such a good girl.” Henry told you happily. “You want to stretch her out? She’s very tight.” Chris warned Henry. “With love.” Henry remarked back. You felt the tip of his cock going over your clit and slit before he slowly entered you and you gasped out. “Ohhh you were right, she is very tight indeed.

Chris got his cock out of your mouth and got the towel from your eyes. Henry kept pushing in slowly with low grunts as you kept moaning. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to adjust to the lights. When your vision became more clear you saw Henry above you with a grin and Chris next to you.

“Just for tonight he’ll be your daddy too, princess.” Chris whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine as his big hand wrapped around your throat and the other cupped your breast, playing with your nipple. You plopped your head back on the pillow from the amount of pleasure and pain while Henry’s big cock stretched you out. You wanted to touch Chris and Henry but got pulled back by the restraints.

Chris chuckled deeply. “You want to touch your daddies princess?” he cooed you. You nodded but Chris shook his head. His upper body laid half over you and you could see Henry above you. “Use your words pretty girl.” His knuckles softly brushed over your cheek, his finger slowly moving over your pillow lips and he seemed in a trance. “Open your mouth baby.” he told you, completely fixated on your lips. You did as he told you and he put his finger slowly into your mouth, pressing softly down on your tongue before he put another finger in your mouth. Henry and Chris looked at you mesmerized. So much even that Henry stopped and watched as you gently sucked on Chris’s finger, twirling it with your tongue.

Chris groaned a little at the sensitive feeling that you were able to give his fingertips. “Oh baby, I love you so much.” Chris told you completely mesmerized. He got his fingers out of your mouth and looked lovingly into your eyes before kissing you passionately. When you felt Chris’s tongue slip in, Henry slowly started moving again, making you moan. Chris went from your mouth to your neck, softly sucking your sensitive spot. “Please daddy, I want to feel you.” you whimpered out as Henry sped his movement up. Chris looked up at you and untied you.

Your arms were immediately wrapped around Chris while you tucked your fingers in his hair. His hands cupped your breast as he started kissing you again. Henry started pounding you out and you moaned out loudly. Chris softly rubbed your cheek with his thumb for comfort. “You’re doing so well princess. Taking his cock. I’m so proud of you.” he praised you, making you even wetter. Henry’s finger connected to your clit and you arched your back for the euphoric feeling.

Chris still laid half on top of you on his side. “You close baby girl?” you nodded to Chris and he attached his mouth to your nipple for more sensation and you screamed out “I’m gonna cum.” You warned them and Henry sped his movement up, completely ruining you while you clenched around him. He grunted above you loudly. “I’m not going to last long, I’m gonna cum too.” Henry warned. “Cum for me, please daddy.” You begged, making Chris smile proudly. “Fill her up” Chris told Henry while he kept looking at you with a seductive look. You felt his warm cum shooting into you and Henry collapsed on you while moaning loudly and out of breath but still moved slowly in and out of you, his cock covered with your cum and his own.

“Get out of her. It’s my turn.” Chris told Henry but looked at you darkly again and you knew this was far from done. Henry got out of your and changed positions with Chris. Henry stood next to you. “Lick the cum off of my cock princess.” His big hand was on the back of your head and led you to his cock that was covered in cum. Now you could see how big and thick Henry’s cock really was.

Chris pushed into you without warning and immediately picked up pace. “Take it baby. Take my cock and put his in your mouth.” He commanded. You wrapped your small hand around his cock and licked his shaft before teasing the tip. You tried to take him all in again but you weren’t able.

Chris got out of you and placed you horizontal on the bed, with your head off the bed and walked away to get something. “You can fuck her pretty mouth now.” he told Henry and Henry smiled lovingly at you, sending butterflies in your stomach. “I got something for you baby girl, even though you don’t deserve it, I need to feel you clench around my cock.” He told you and you looked up to see a magic wand. “Let’s see how many times you can cum tonight hmh?” he told you belittling.

Chris got into you again, his cock covered with Henry’s cum and yours and god it was hot to see. He pushed the magic wand on and put it on your clit. Your legs immediately started to shake and you moaned loudly. “Put daddy’s cock in your mouth princess.” Henry told you sweetly and you got his cock into your hand, leading it to your mouth. Henry let his head fall backward from pleasure. Your eyes immediately filled up with tears. Henry pushed more into your mouth while you gagged around him.

Henry leaned over you and got the magic wand from Chris and held it against your clit while his other hand squeezed your nipple. You wanted to say that you were cumming but you could only murmur around Henry’s cock. “Your gonna cum aren’t you baby? I can feel you.

Henry got his hand away from your nipple and wrapped it around your throat, jerking himself off as there was a visible throat bulge. Henry grunted above you and he got hard in no time in your throat, making you gag. Every time you gagged, he got a little bit out of you and let you take a breath. Your legs started to shake and Chris held them tightly as you came hard onto his cock, making him groan and moan, trying to fuck you through your orgasm.

“There you go baby, there you go.” Chris panted out. Henry got out of your throat and Chris stopped moving, letting you shake around him before getting out of you. Henry got you up from the bed and you were finally face to face with him as Chris laid down on his back, slowly stroking his cock as he watched the interaction between you and Henry.

He smirked smugly at you and started kissing you deeply while your hands wandered over his broad chest. His hand went over your body while the other was on your cheek. His hand went over your sensitive clit and he pushed a finger in, making you moan out. In no time he put the second finger in and pumped in and out of you. His other hand grabbed you by your throat so he held you up, since you were close to collapsing. “You got another one in you, I know you do. You do, don’t you princess.” He cooed as the tears fell over your cheek and Henry kissed them away.

“Come on sweetheart.” His fingers and hand started to move more and violently. Your pussy made that wet sound again as you clenched around his fingers, making you squirt and kept going, ruining you completely and felt like you had no energy left inside of you. “You’re such a good baby.” Henry praised you and let you fall on the bed. “Look at the mess you made. Such a good girl.”

You were panting and flustered, your whole body felt on fire, everything was so extremely sensitive and you knew they weren’t done with you yet. “Climb on his cock princess.” Henry told you. You tried to get up, looking desperately at Chris with tears still flowing over your cheeks. He gave you a loving and almost sympathetic smile as he wiped them away. “Do as you are told and get on my cock.” He told you.

You tried to get up but collapsed. Henry wrapped his hands around your stomach and pulled you easily up on all fours. He smacked your ass, making you whine loudly. “Hurry up.” he told you, making Chris grin. You slowly climbed on Chris cock and put him slowly in, but everything was overstimulated and you clenched around him, falling on his chest drained.

Chris put his hips up and started fucking you, your tears falling on his chest while he started pounding you out again. Henry spit on your ass and rubbed it over your other entrance with his fingers, slowly putting one finger in. You moaned very loud from the pain and Chris covered your mouth as he pounded you out merciless. Your face buried in the crook of his neck and he pushed you down so your mouth was covered by his neck. You whimpered but you were so drained, you couldn’t even move away.

Chris found your g-spot and started pounding it, making you squirt again. His legs were covered with your juice and so was Henry’s chest. “Awww there you go, our pretty dumb baby.” you were unable to talk at this point. “Were going to fill you up baby.” Chris whispered in your ear, making your pussy clench around him. “Ohhhh she likes that idea Henry. I can feel her squeeze around me. I think it’s time.” He told Henry and you felt the your stomach drop from nervousness. “Let’s put two cocks in her.” Chris said and the dreaded feeling came back but your body gave you away with squeezing around his cock again, making Chris laugh mockingly.

“Yeah she likes that idea. Go ahead.” He told Henry. Luckily for you, Henry took a pity on you and started with adding another finger, pumping in and out of you. Once you were just a little stretched out, he decided it was time. His cock teased your other entrance and Chris stopped all his movement so Henry could join. He slowly pushed forward, making you cry out loud. “Aww baby, the pain is over in no time.” Chris told you, giving you a little comfort, petting your hair and wiping away the tears. “You remember the safe word right baby? You use it when it’s too much.” Chris told you, breaking character. You nodded with tears over your cheeks. “Repeat the safe word to me baby.” Henry stopped moving.

“Strawberry.” Chris nodded and softly rubbed your cheek and nodded with a look of love and care in his eyes. “Do you want to continue?” He genuinely asked you with worry laced his voice. You nodded and Chris looked over your shoulder to Henry and nodded. Henry slowly moved in and out of you, not even halfway in but tried to loosen you up as he groaned above you. Chris started moving as well, making you moan out loud, feeling completely stuffed.

“I’m gonna cum again daddy” you moaned out, never stopped crying. “ Ohh again baby? You can’t stop cumming can you? Do your daddies make you feel this good?” you nodded, moaning out and clenched on both cocks. Henry and Chris moaned out loudly. Henry got the magic wand again and passed it on to Chris.

Chris let it rest next to him for a minute. When you collapsed on Chris’s chest again, Henry sped up his movement and fucked you fast, Chris joining him. Henry got you up from Chris’s chest and held you against his own, one hand wrapped around your throat and the other on your breast keeping you up. Chris’s hands were on your hips, holding you up as well while he pounded you out just like Henry.

You moaned so loud, you don’t think you’ve ever been this vocal. Henry placed feathery kisses on the side of your head. Your ears were buzzing and you saw dots in front of you while both cock were glazed with your cum, moving in and out of you.

Chris got the magic wand again and put it directly onto your clit. The boys had to help you up because you would’ve collapsed again otherwise. Henry bit your earlobe teasingly and you held their cocks into a death grip.

“I can’t hold it longer sweetheart. Hold it so we cum together.” Henry told you. “I’m gonna cum soon too.” Chris panted out, sweat buds collecting on his forehead and his hair damp from sweat. Henry’s sweaty body was pressed to yours as he held you tightly against him.

“We’re gonna stuff you with our cum and make sure, that you’re unable to walk after.” Henry panted in your ear. You cried out as you couldn’t handle it anymore and came hard again, losing count from how many times you had cum that night. You clenched around them and out of reaction they came too, shooting you full with cum.

They let go of you and you fell on top of Chris. Chris’s cum dripped down on his cock and Henry got out of you, making his cum drip down as well. Everyone was exhausted and out of breath. Chris held you tightly while panting in your ear. You could feel the thundering of his heart against your chest.

He collected himself and cupped your cheeks, looking a little worried at you. He’d never been this rough with you before. “Are you okay baby?” looking intently into your eyes. you nodded. “Exhausted” was the only thing you could say. Chris nodded but the worry never leaving his face. He got out of you, making you cry out again and he felt remorse “I’m so sorry baby.” he told you and placed you next to Henry.

Henry pulled you up, letting you rest on his chest while he softly went with his hand over your hair and kissed your head. “You’re okay baby. We’ll take care of you.” he told you softly, worried as well. Chris came back with a washcloth, knowing you weren’t able to get up right now and cleaned you up as far as he could. Henry comforted you and both the boys saw that they needed to be extremely soft with you as you sniffled. They exchanged looks with each other from worry. “Are you really okay sweetheart?” Henry asked you feeling extremely guilty. Chris laid next to you, holding you as well. “No I’m okay. Just really drained. But I liked it.” you told them when you were able to, the last part a little embarrassed.

“In that case, I’m open to doing it again, only a bit softer.” Chris told you chuckling and you smiled tiredly. “Me too, I really liked it.” Henry told you. “I’d like that.” You told them and closed your eyes. “Get some sleep baby. You deserve it. We’ll take care of you now.” Chris told you, placing a piece of hair behind your ear and softly planting a kiss on your shoulder. He let Henry hold you for now, knowing you couldn’t even move at this point. “We’ll be here when you wake up.” Henry kissed your forehead and you softly dozed off in a much needed sleep.

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witchersmistress · 2 years

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Just a darling thought on this hot summer night

Imagine give henry or any of his characters a slow and sensual pole dance while that song is playing

Mkay bye!!

#henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill daddy #henry cavill fluff #henry cavill x you #henrycavill smut #august walker imagines #henry cavill characters #henry cavill thirst #Spotify

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candypumpkin · 2 years

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i think the grey hair in henry cavill's beard is the most charming thing in the world and im being serious

id do ANYTHING to touch his beard (or his hair) (or his shoulders) (or his boobies) (or him in general)

#henry cavill #henry cavill daddy material #henry cavill superman #henry cavill daddy #just kidding #henry cavill's beard #im in love #lets pray superman has a beard

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h0ttestgrlinm0urgu3 · 3 months

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𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶 𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔟𝔬𝔴

𝖍𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖞 𝖈𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

summary [henry let's you play with bows and you get carried away]

warnings [smut, mouth stuff🎀, bimbo~ish ig, no p in v, pet names, soft dom henry🎀]

being the type of girl you were you loved ribbons and bows. they weren't something you indulged in often as a child, growing up in the country and all, but once you got older you feel in love with them.

you'd put them everywhere, in your hair, on your clothes, there's even some on your walls and others tied around stuffed bears.

Henry had recently gotten you these really cute ribbon bow clips and you were currently sitting beside him putting them in his hair. he's not really paying attention to you, he's used to this kind of treatment and just sat scrolling on his phone. you dropped one of the clips from his hair and in to his lap. as you go to reach for it a thought flashes in your mind. 'can I put a bow on your dick?' you ask your boyfriend after retrieving the clip.

you see the way henry freezes and hurriedly say 'not these, like ribbon' you clear up. he lets out a breath and laugh before looking at you 'I was scared for a sec baby' he says tucking a peice of hair behind your ear making you smile. he returns your smile and leans in for a kiss. 'of course I'll let my pretty girl dress me up' henry says sitting back up with the clips still in his hair.

so excited you jump up and let out a squeal 'omg yay' you scream about to go into you and Henry's shared room for some ribbon. turning to him before you go saying 'don't get hard' which earns you an eye roll as you leave 'you wanna do it or not' he mumbles as your walking but you hear.

in the room your trying to figure out what color ribbon you wanted. you got it down to pink and purple, so you bring them out to henry. 'which one do you want?' you question, you sit beside him on the couch, getting comfortable with your upper half mostly on his lap. 'whatever matches my hair' he says as he scrolls through something.

you go with the pink since he had pink in his hair. unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out your really happy to see the he wasn't hard. it might sound odd but you liked playing with his soft cock. cutting the ribbon to length before throwing everything on to the floor. you start to tie the ribbon at the base of his dick, humming to yourself as henry continued on his phone, you could care less.

looking down at the pretty pink bow you made your so proud in your self. you let out a giggle in excitement and notice the way Henry's cock twitched when you laughed. your mouth begin to water. trying something else you lightly blow making it twitch again.

you mouth became the ocean and you desperatly needed to taste him. opening your mouth and letting droll drip onto the head of his cock before lowering your head and licking it up. 'ohh fuck baby' henry moans out at the unexpected pleasure, finally placing his attention on you.

you take the tip of this cock in your mouth savering the taste of him. opening your mouth wider you take his full soft length in. feeling the bow brush against your lips. feeling him swell you come up for air letting out a little whine at the fact that this is the first time he's ever fully fit in your mouth, and it's because hes never let you suck it soft. and it's not gonna last much longer, but you'll enjoy having him in your mouth either way.

looking up to meet his gaze he grips your jaw and squeezes your cheecks together. sticking out your tounge he roughly brings you up for a sloppy kiss, gripping the back of your scalp. he breaks the kiss to leave kisses all over your face before letting you go back down to his cock, which is now fully hard.

bow intact.

you lick from the base to the tip repetadly. bringing your focus more to the head of his cock you bring one hand to the base and the other to his balls. 'fuck baby you know daddy likes that' he moans out as his hips buck forcing the tip of his cock all the way into your mouth. you gag a little before you adjust to it returning to your pace.

henry looks down to the ungodly display infornt of him. you desperatly sucking his cock, pretty hands playing with his balls with a pretty pink ribbon rapped around his cock, your eyes are watery, the floor beneath you full of droll and pre cum. your looking up to him eyes glossed over moaning every so often telling him just how much you love his cock.

'ahh- fuckk, baby im gonna cum' he moaned out. forcing the rest of his cock into your moth and down your throat henry couldn't hold back any longer. his cum being forced down your throat and falling from the sides of your mouth around his cock getting your bow all dirty. removing him from your mouth with a giggle and a smile so happy that you grew into loving bows.

[a/n: this randomly came to me and I wrote it right away so if it's bad blame it on that. 🎀]

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cinemagal · 10 months

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Henry Cavill as Clark Kent MAN OF STEEL (2013)

#henrycavilledit #dcgifs #justiceleague #henry cavill #superman #clark kent #man of steel #2010s #superheroes #zack snyder #heroes #but daddy #I HATE THE NEW EDITOR FU STAFF #IT'S AWFUL AND SO BAD

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milknhonies · 2 months

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Daddy's Final Deal

Oneshot Summary: Your possessive Step-Father Bruce Wayne decides he cannot bare you leaving for college...so he leans on a friend who shares the same obsession for you. He offers him a deal.

Oneshot Warning: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Non-Con, CNC, Grooming (all characters are of legal age.) Bondage, P in V, Oral Sex, Threesome, Exhibition, Vouyerism, pseudo-incest between step-father & step daughter, pimping if you squint, breeding kink if you squint. No condoms/unsafe sex.

Word Count: 10.2k

Author Notes: This is a gift for @cardierreh15 after a playful dare. I hope you enjoy this babe 🥺✨

Gently laid on soft satin bed sheets, your thoughts were consumed with the evening discussion that you had during supper with your step-father Bruce and his best friend Clark, followed by the unexpected marriage proposal Clark had made. You were surprised Clark had wanted your hand for any other purpose than for your step-father’s wealth– you would have never guessed his feelings for your because he was usually so calm and friendly with everyone. Yet he had asked you softly if you would consider being his wife with a warm smile, and you knew he was serious from the glint in his eyes. It was like your lungs were drowning with how difficult it was to breathe.

For the first time, your heart stirred, void of fear and worry.

You didn’t outright decline his offer, but a decision of this magnitude deserved more than a hasty reply. You had to think this through being that you were so caught if guard in the first place, so you demurred by saying you needed time to think about your official answer. After all, you were just a month away from starting college. You wanted to be a journalist like Clark despite Bruce’s protests and alternative encouragement for you to remain home and attend charity balls with him. Besides, Clark was a bit too old…a little younger than Bruce but both men still had twenty years on you.

If age wasn’t the defining taboo, you had noted Clark was a gentleman who had the ability to make you laugh. If anything was to happen to Bruce or Alfred, you felt Clark would be the most reliable shoulder to lean against.

You rolled over and sighed, you held your blanket up to your chin and continued to ponder.

Clark Kent...he would be a decent husband, but did you have feelings for him? He was rather charming and undeniably handsome. It was something that you would probably lose sleep over in the future.

Clark had approached the topic very calmly, almost shyly, and Bruce had seemed to be expecting this. That made it obvious to your that Clark had asked your step-father first, and Bruce would not have let his best friend ask you if he did not approve first...Bruce in fact was smiling at dinner and that smile fell when you have your polite neutral response.

Suddenly the wine he had let your drink felt a little sickly in your belly. You excuses yourself as soon as you could to your bedroom.

You rolled over in your sheets and sighed softly, snuggling up under the thick duvet and nuzzling the thousand-dollar pillows. It confused you, but the more you thought about it, the less absurd it became. You giggled. Clark would make a very good husband, and you would be lucky to have someone such as him, of such a good but firm character, always with an easy smile or an encouraging word for you. And he had always been a good friend to you, respecting your interests in writing, sometimes babying you, which girls your age might find annoying but you didn’t mind.

The boys your age were so horny and stupid...immature. it was impossible to see them as providers for the families that they claimed to want for themselves.

So saying “yes” to Clark would feel a little weird to you, but what real reason was there to say no? Did you have someone else? You might’ve shared kisses along your teens in highschool, yet none of them swept you off your feet enough to like them.

You were just glad that Clark had agreed to let your think about it. His smile had been relaxed, and he showed no anger or resentment. His eyes did appear tighter, other than that it even seemed as if he had expected your hesitation and was willing to wait. Clark was always so understanding, why wouldn’t he be about such an important question like this?

You shut your eyes with a smile.

★★★

Meanwhile, the men remained downstairs in the library, in front of the fireplace, and Clark looked across the flames at his best friend.

“Are you sure you still want to go through with this Bruce?” he asked.

The men had known each other for years and had grown a close bond in friendship and other activities. And if course it was bound to slip from one man’s lips to the other about their depraved thoughts, desires and fantasies....it turns out they shared a common denominator... You.

Over a month ago they were sitting in the same place discussing the same issue about to occur...losing you.

They knew if you left for college, you’d meet some cocky asshole studying to be a lawyer or doctor, get pregnant, get married quickly only to suffer a uncommitted marriage and end in a heart breaking divorce.

What type of men would they be if they watched their favourite girl fall to such demise as that!?

Bruce had married your mother when you were fourteen and he was the best dad you could ever ask for. He helped with your homework and taught you to swim while he paid for your mother’s chemo therapy.

When she died three years ago, you’d just finished highschool. You were totally shattered and put off summer break and college until you knew you were prepared. But now Clark had dumped the marriage proposal.

Clark sighed. His best friend's idea wasn’t totally a surprise to him. Bruce had planned this.

Clark recalled how Bruce was constantly looking out for you; his protectiveness as a stepfather, while perhaps misguided, was undeniably apparent. It was clear that he cared about you deeply and had shown no interest in any other woman since the passing of his wife—your mother. Clark often caught Bruce gazing at you with a loving and compassionate gaze, as if he were contemplating the best way to look after you.

During those days Clark was scared to share his own perverse thoughts...oh how the man wanted to look after you. You always were so lovely around him, so eager to gain his attention and praise, perhaps as another fatherly figure she could cling to...It wasn’t hard for Bruce to see that Clark loved you dearly and was clearly proud of your accomplishments. Clark was proud like a second father.... Except he wanted to do things no father should ever do to their little girls. He almost lost it one day when he walked in on you, on your hands and knees scrubbing the carpet before Alfred could find the stains you’d made when stealing some red whine from Bruce’s cellar. Your skirt was a tad too short, the hem pulled up over your ass cheeks and crotch. Clark held back from ripping those white nylon leggings with those cute pink panties and shoving his cock deep in your tight cunt.

He wondered if Bruce ever found out about the stain...he touched himself imagining Mister Wayne spanking his wayward little minx of a daughter over his knees.

Clark wanted you. Bruce wanted you and the moment they both figured it out, neither of them could judge each other for their thoughts....

They decided Clark would ask for your hand and the billionaire of Gotham would give his best friend his blessing – on one condition.

The idea was foul and taboo, and Clark was not sure whether he should deny to it or not. But this was his best friend, the loving step-father who cared about the young woman Clark wanted to marry as much as he did if not more. You had shared things in the past, and whenever you had debated or ‘fought’ over things, it was always light hearted, and never bitter.

“Of course I do, if not now then not ever Clark....” Bruce replied with a brief nod, “Tonight might be the only chance we get.”

Clark nodded slowly for a moment. Yes, he cared for you and had done so for a long time. He was happy that when he asked, you had not acted with shock or revulsion. But you had seemed surprised and hesitant, and he could not blame your for being shy and uncertain.

“What if she says no?” he asked.

Bruce’s eyes darkened, “She will...at first. Are you capable of pushing through that Kent?”

The super man smirked sickly. Of course he could. Clark nodded.

“She is going to be scared,” Bruce replied with certainty as he slowly turned his head towards the stairway out in the hall that led to your wing of the mansion, “I have been expecting this since her mother died, I doubt she remembers that night…”

Clark sighed, “I recall you letting her drink. She was a giggling and crying mess when I carried her to her room to have a nap.”

Bruce curled his lips inward, and he nodded. The silence grew strained.

Clark’s eyes furrowed in curiosity, “Bruce…are you hiding something from me?”

“She…” his friend paused, his grey eyes grew hazed as he looked into the flames, “When you left, I went to check up on her,” he thrummed his fingers on his chin, “She was touching herself Clark... and I caught her and…well…she…” his eyes met the other man again.

Clark sat back in his leather seat, his throat bobbed, “You watched until the end?” the was no judgement merely a question to acknowledge what had happened.

The other man nodded again and continued, “I came in after she finished, she was half out of it. So when I tucked her in, she kissed me…fully…and…god Clark…she- she’s so beautiful, I can’t watch her go off to college.…”

The journalist exhaled and clenched his jaw.

And Bruce sighed, “That’s why my little girl is going to be pregnant tonight.”

Clarks eyes widened, his lips parted hesitantly. That was not in the original plan...He paused and struggled to find the right words. Bruce had given Clark the greatest opportunity and the wrong word would revoke all that granted privilege.

“We both care about you,” the billionaire sucked his teeth, “Forget what the tabloids will say. They are hypocrites with absolutely no moral sense. Afterall mr superman, aren’t you rubbing shoulders at the daily planet, surely you can take care of the backlash? We aren’t blood related and c’mon we have a right to her better than anyone on this cold spinning rock. With my wealth and your muscles, who else would take better care of her? No one else!” Bruce said fiercely, although his voice was a whisper, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Clark found himself frozen in place, his eyes locked on his friend’s face. It took him a moment to process all the emotions and thoughts that surged around inside him. Finally, he managed to nod his head slowly, as he tried to take in the unexpected turn of events.

“Okay Wayne,” his lips broke into a dark chuckle, “Lets go put a baby in our little girl.”

The wooden door your bedroom creaked open slowly. A bit of light from the hallway made its way past Bruce’s bulk form, illuminating his step-daughter’s face. When he whispered your name, you did not stir, and he smiled to himself. He turned around to Clark and nodded. The two of them moved forward stealthily. Bruce carefully slid his arms under the blanket, finding your form before scooping it up. You stirred but did not wake. Bruce carefully carried you to his master bedroom, a place he scarcely let you enter for the obvious reason of what he kept secret in his drawers. Clark shut the doors and locked them, heaven forbid Alfred managed to walk into this event.

It would be more comfortable here for the three of you, and warmer with how Bruce kept an electric fireplace and big flat screen tv on the wall. The flames continued dancing cheerily as Bruce gently laid his step-daughter down, looking at you with a small smile.

Several moments passed before Bruce lowered his hand, gently moving his hand under your nightie chemise, his hot palm over your stomach. The mattress dipped on both sides keeping you balanced. Another set of fingers creeped up your thighs. Since the touches were so gentle, you did not stir so easily. Clark watched silently, his heart pounding as Bruce slowly lifted your hem up showing off a set of fresh underwear he allowed you to buy with the allowance credit card.

A cute pair of cotton white panties with a soft yellow duck print on top of the crotch. Clark swallowed hard. His thumb scarcely brushed over your damp apex. A small wet spot was beginning to spread. You softly cooed, still not awake…surely dreaming of something naughty by what Clark could smell.

Bruce glanced at Clark before looking back at you, and carefully untied the small strings that held the top bust of your nightie closed. His hands were steady as he parted the folds.

And there they laid their eyes on your breasts, Clark had to hold back a loud sharp intake of breath. Your nipples were perfect, and he found himself craving to suckle them. Your nipples hardened slightly as the slight coolness of the air tickled them.

You groaned softly, your eyelids fluttering open. You shifted and rolled over onto your side, looking around in confusion.

‘Where am I? Where’s my cuddle pillow?’

You rubbed your eyes and registered that you were with your step-father and Clark…on Bruce’s bed…. Both men were staring down at you silently, and you gasped when you realised your nightie was open. You held back a shriek and quickly whipped it closed before shoving the hem of your nightie down past your knees.

‘What am I doing out of my bed and with my chest exposed? Why we my nightie up so high? Did they see my underwear?’

Bruce's faint smile and Clark's gentle expression might have brought you ease, but the situation was too strange.

‘Why was my nightie been untied and opened? Why was it so far up my legs? Did one of them do it?’

The idea was...absurd. But what else would have happened? You were not in the habit of sleepwalking. You tied your nightie closed and quickly sat up, looking at the two men.

“I um…Is...something wrong, Dad?” you asked oh so innocent and naively as you sat up, feeling Bruce’s thick blue cotton blankets under your body. Bruce’s large and callused hand gently grasped your upper arm, softly stroking it as if to comfort you. His kind smile stayed on his face, unmoving even as he shook his head. His quiet demeanour continued to soothe you with each moment, despite the overwhelming emotions swirling through your mind.

“Nothing is wrong sweetheart, you-…” he breathed, his other hand caressing your cheek. Your step-father was an affectionate man, giving your mother and you hugs often whenever you wanted them, but in all these years...he had never caressed your cheek like this. His thumb ran softly over your lips intimately.

Briefly turning your head to inspect Clark, you found there was nothing about his body language denoting immediate danger. He even leaned in slightly and rested a hand on your knee, shifting even closer toward you.

You sighed softly in comfort...until he said, “You...Don’t need to be afraid....”

Your eyes widened, “Be afraid of what?” you asked. Like some strange horror, the dotes were slowly connecting. The air around you felt taut. You were confused and even Clark could hear how your heart was beating faster, anxiously. Your lips parted slightly, but what could you say, surely they weren’t going to…were they? Why were they looking at you in that way? Why did they look so...hungry?

Bruce smiled and leaned in, placing a kiss on your forehead directing your attention back to him. Without answering your question, he tilted your chin up and sealed his lips over yours in a gentle kiss, his lips pressing against you in a firm manner.

Your eyes popped wider as you suddenly pulled away from the kiss. While other boys had given you tender kisses before in your youth, none had done it quite as passionately as Bruce, your own step-father. His kiss was gentle yet deep, unlike anything you had experienced before. The sensation of his tongue inside your mouth and the minty flavour of his breath filled your senses, making you feel both awkward and ashamedly excited.

Having predicted the situation, Clark quickly got behind you. You felt his thick toned arms snaked around you in a caging hug, holding you firmly in place. Bruce smiled and put his hands on your hips, leaning in and quickly resuming the contact of your lips. You couldn’t lift your arms to shove him away. Your head was pressed against Clark’s chest, unable to break free although you wiggled about furiously, trying to move to the side.

Clark's arms held you in place firmly, pinning your own arms. His hands were spread across your chest and stomach, while his mouth pressed against the shell of your ear.

“Good girl,” he praised, “Stay nice and still for Daddy and me hm?”

He ducked his nose a deeper and traced his lips along your soft skin, kissing along the shape of it as Bruce deepened his seductive French kissing for a moment before breaking it. You had been unable to break it since his hands cupped your face. A soft whimper escaped your lips as Clark started licking along your earlobe, and you gasped softly when he suddenly blew on the wet trail he had just left.

“Easy baby, you need to calm down… Please,” Clark whispered softly, kissing your neck and ear as Bruce placed light kisses along your cheek.

Your step-father smiled and pinched the front of your nightie down and open just a bit to expose your shoulders and collar bone, which he lavished in more wet kisses.

The attention being given to you by both men were gentle, but the whole situation was frightening to you. You knew you should’ve tried to bite their ears, but how could you harm them? The two men you cared about? The man stroking you was your step-father, how could he want to do this? And more importantly, how could Clark just let it happen?

“Please,” you jerked your head back, fruitless from breaking away from their searing kisses, “Let me go...I need to sleep...” you whimpered softly.

“Sh- shh-hh...” Bruce shushed hotly, suckling gently upon the part where your neck met your shoulder. The skin there was sensitive, and you gave a soft cry when you felt him nip gently.

“... D-dad, Clark I-, please...don’t” you whimpered. You turned your head to look up at Clark, looking for an answer. Clark merely gave you that warm, wide smile and captured your lips, closing his eyes as he kissed you with a gentle passion.

Your lashes fluttered, his lips were soft and he was not nearly as forceful as Bruce. He coaxed you to comply. The tiniest of moans left your mouth and filled his.

You shifted again as your step-father worked at your nightie, tugging it open some more. You gave out a weak mewl when Clark broke the kiss. You trembled under Bruce’s dancing fingers.

“Did- did I do something wrong? Why are you doing this to me?” you asked, the corners of your eyes watered. Had your step-father been expecting you to say ‘yes’ to Clark? Was he mad at you? Why was he also here kissing you like this?

This was your own step-father, the man who had raised you since you were fourteen. The man that had married and fucked your own mother. The betrayal felt like a deep and sharp cut. Is this how he saw you? Just some girl he could manipulate when she was of consenting age? You felt sick...and angry. It was practically incest, it was an abomination!

You could barely contain the whimpers and spurting tears rising.

Your question was ignored as the two men made short work of your entire dress, two pairs of hands removing it while keeping your restrained. You could barely contain your squeals when the fabric ripped. Bruce grunted as he tore through and tugged the damn thing from your goosebump skin.

Clark's hands caressed your belly while Bruce's moved to cup your breasts.

Bruce gave a shuddering breath and weighed them in his hands. They were so soft and succulent. He had dreamed of doing this to you many times, for so long during your sweet innocent hugs he’d sneakily brush his fingers against your chest whenever he could to steal and imagine how great your tits would one-day feel in his hands.

All of his expectations were met, and exceeded. And there was still more to see, to explore.

“Please, tell me! Why!?” you demanded. Clark's grip on your arms were gentle but very firm, and you could not scratch either of them. Bruce smiled at you fondly. He cupped your cheeks again and cooed.

“You have done absolutely nothing wrong babygirl. This isn't a punishment. See... We both want you to know how much we love you,” his face leant for and licked at your salty cheek.

“And it’s not like you have a good reason to say no to Daddy and I.” Clark whispered while Bruce fondled your breasts, pinching the hard nipples between his fingertips in a careful way. Clark peered down at what his friend was doing and observed your soft breasts. He was eager for his own turn to feel them, but he was not going to rush his friend. They had agreed to share and be fair about it, and he knew Bruce was a man of his word.

“… No good reason to say no?” you asked, your heart pounding, although your question was barely more than a whisper. They both nodded. Clark smiled and kissed your cheek before touching his nose against it in a loving nuzzle.

He cupped and massaged one breast, giving a brief nod to his friend before shifting his eyes towards your other breast.

Clark moved one hand and took your right breast, which Bruce had offered, and began to fondle it while Bruce played with your left one. Bruce was firmer in his kneading, and Clark was gentle as his fingers skimmed along the underside of the mound, as if he was afraid of hurting you. Both hands felt so good on you, and you squirmed around, afraid to submit to any pleasure from this shocking situation.

“Please... please, let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone about this, not even Alfred, please let me go now. Let me go. Leave me alone! I'm your step-daughter! Bruce! Y-you’re meant to be my Dad!” you pleaded, trying to get through to your step-father as he gave your breast a very firm, although not painful squeeze.

Bruce chewed his bottom lip and moved away. He got off the bed and watched his best friend touch you. He tugged at his tie and unbuttoned his blouse. His chest was covered in dark and silvery hairs. He fiddled with his belt buckle. His trousers fell to his ankles. His hand dove into his briefs.

Your eyes flooded with more tears. You were staring at Bruce’s erection.

“Come on princess...You know we won’t hurt you. Ever... Don’t be scared, relax, enjoy and be a good little girl…” Bruce said softly, climbing back on the bed he reached out and started caressing your arms.

You couldn’t help it, you screamed and tried to kick your step-father away with your legs as hard as you could. You hated that you had to hurt him like this. Clarks heavy hand clamped down on your squealing mouth

Bruce shook his head, slapping your kicking heels away. His lips curled into a mean sneer as he leant forward and tweaked your nipples, sending a jolt of pain through your chest.

You yelled out behind Clarks hand, trying to bite down on his palm. He didn’t flinch once. His nose flared, he was a little irritated with your teeth sinking into his skin.

“Better stop screaming sweetheart or Daddy’s going to have to put a gag in that little mouth of yours,” Bruce ground between his gritted teeth.

Your pleas were not doing the trick, and your desperate kicks weren’t either. They both played with your breasts and Bruce chuckled, drawing your nipple into his mouth and sucking firmly on the hard nub.

Clark bodily drifted his hand down between your legs, touching your duckling and creeping down further to your damp crotch. His fingers strong and hard, lazily rubbed in circles. Both of them seemed acutely aware of the pleasure that you were feeling at their attention even as you pleaded with them and tried to deny it. It only spurred them on and made them want your more.

“Daddy, stop it!” you wailed, “This is wrong and you know it too Clark!” you flung yourself backwards and tried to push the other male off you.

The man let your nipple free and looked into you's eyes. It had been so long since you had called him 'Daddy', having abandoned it for 'Dad' or just 'Bruce' in later years.

“Pumpkin…” he said, grabbing your wrists, giving Clark enough time to move away. Bruce pushed you back hard onto the mattress and sat on your ankles, holding your wrists down as he clouded you in his body. He hovered above you. You trembled violently, weeping hard.

“This is going to happen, and there’s nothing you can do or say to stop it,” his head lifted, “You finished stripping Clark?” he asked.

Your eyes flashed up. Your point of you made the world appear upside down. Clark sat his glasses on the bed side table...it was the last thing he wore.

“Bottom drawer, there’s a roll of duct tape.”

Clark nodded and pulled it out. The colour surprised him ...it was pink. Clark planned to use it on you one way or another, no matter what

Bruce trailed his nose across your face and pressed his lips to your forehead, “Trust your Daddy. Have I ever done anything to you that proved harmful?” Bruce asked softly, his blue eyes filled with a pleading for your understanding. You fell silent as you slowly shook your head whimpering and breaking down at the tearing sound of the pink duct tape. Bruce pushed your wrists together. The sticky sensation bound around your wrists tightly. He had always been such a loving step-father. But this went past the bounds of a step-father.

“No... b-bu-tt this-s... we're n-not...d-daddy, y-youre meant to be m-m-my dad-daddy...” Your voice was breaking, a soft pathetic whine as you pleaded, “Clar-k h-elp me.”

Bruce’s eyes glanced up at Clark. A tiny nod. Another rip and the tape was pushed flat against your sobbing mouth.

Clark rejoined you both on the bed and held your hands down for Bruce as the man bent down taking your nipple into his mouth again, his tongue rubbing it firmly as he suckled. A chest rattling gasp was muffled behind the tape.

Clark held you, massaging your other breast. You started to feel the fiery tingle between your legs. You were a virgin, but you were not stupid, and had touched that special place before...shame filled your mind because truly how much of a monster were you for being aroused by... your own step-father?

Despite the pleasure, you were afraid. You wiggled against Clark, twisting your arms and whining softly.

Clark's hands were gentle yet firm, and he held you in place even as you twisted. He moaned softly against your neck, and you felt the underside of his arousal along side Bruce’s, both touching the outsides of your thighs.

"Bruce...I need her,” he whispered, “Let me fuck your precious princess?”

The older man corrected softly humming, “Our precious princess.”

The two strong men lifted you up slightly from your laying down. You tried weakly kicked at them again before feeling Bruce slap the inside of your thigh and point a stern finger at your face.

“Enough. Don’t make me throw you over my knee babygirl.”

You sniffled and started to hiccup behind the tape gag. The tiny jerks from your body every time you hiccupped made the men’s faces soften.

You were forced to sit up on your knees and lay forward against Bruce’s chest. When Clark tugged your hips backwards, your bum was angled to the sky while your stomach laid in Bruce’s lap, your legs at either side of his torso. This caused your chest to be nestled into Bruce's lap, your breasts pressed against the hard hot flesh of his cock. You were effectively sandwiched between them, and wiggled around, trying to not think about your step father’s cock touching your nipple and switching against your skin.

His large hands touched your shoulders and laid it on your head, patting your hair softly. Clark's hands were at your rear, rubbing and kneading the cheeks and parting them slightly as he felt the pert rump. A soft playful spank made you jump and whine. You started sobbing again, wiggling against the firm grip of your step-father as he tried to soothe you. One of Bruce's hands cupped his cock and rubbed his precum into your swollen nipples.

You tried to kick at Clark as you felt his hands on the waistband of your panties, and you turned your face away from your step-father's throbbing erection that Bruce was raising to rub along your wet salty cheek. You tried to use your hands as leverage.

How was you supposed to get out of this situation? It was clear what they wanted to do and also clear that they would not be deterred. The combined forces of two fully-grown men, strong super humans at that, against that of a young woman, was quite overwhelming. They were not letting your go, and that was that. Bruce chuckled as Clark slid his step-daughter's panties down, exposing your pert ass. Clarks mouth looked dry...his tongue flicked out.

It was rather a lovely sight for Clark, and he sighed contentedly as he reached down to stroke your lower lips. You moaned softly, you used your knees to get away and to launch yourself up Bruce’s body. You managed to bury your face against your step-father's chest and the crease of his armour as you felt Clarks hot breath along your little glistening slit.

Soon Clark's fingers rose up to pet your wet pussy. He caressed the throbbing mound gently, fingers slowly pulling apart your slick nether lips. With one arm, he hooked it under your stomach and lifted your hips, forcing you back up higher on your knees. This allowed him to see your womanhood more clearly.

“How's it look?” Bruce asked calmly, stroking your hair and back in an attempt to soothe you, forgetting his own throbbing arousal for the moment as he tried to quieten your sobs.

“Ohh, Bruce, our little girl is so perfect,” he moaned, grinning as he gently felt your inner flesh with a finger. Your inner flesh peeked out shyly from your outer lips, like the petals of a flower. Bruce could not help but chuckle at Clark’s response as he ran his fingers along your spine, feeling your twitch and hearing a soft shudder come from the tape gag. He pressed his lips to your brow and hummed.

“Yea darlin’,” he broke into his relaxed southern drawl, “You goin’ tell daddy about how you probably used his credit card to wax this pretty pussy?”

Bruce’s eyes widened. His jaw dropped as he looked down at your eyes, pleading up at him wetly.

“It’s a real sculpted love heart...now who on earth is this for huh? Only little sluts get groomed like this,” Clark sat up and leant of you and Bruce. His lips pressed to the corner of your tapped lips, “Are you a little slut baby girl.”

Muffled sobs emanated from the girl as you pressed your face against your step-father’s chest and Clark paused. The men exchanged smirks.

“Have you let some boy fuck this cute hole Baby girl?” Clark breathed, softly, a mocking tone to his voice. He touched your side with his free hand, the other remaining at your mound but being idle, the finger now pulled out. Bruce looked down and gently tilted his step-daughter's chin up to look into your eyes. You looked very lovely with tear-stained cheeks, you had never looked more beautiful his eyes. His hand slowly ran along your cheeks, wiping your tears as he looked down at your tenderly.

“Sweetheart...My lovely little girl. You’re not in trouble, tell us the truth...” he said, softly, caressing your face. Clark bit his lip gently and resumed stroking your rear and your thighs, soon going back to rubbing your hot folds. There was no denying the pleasure, and he felt wetness.

You whimpered softly as you shook your head no while you succumbed under the gentle assault of four hands, all caressing and touching you in the most intimate and gentle of ways.

It was strange, they were not supposed to be doing this and you had been trying to fight them off. And despite all the fear, despite all the rough man handling, despite their mean mockery and degrading humiliation...your groin felt alive....You felt good,

You glanced back over your shoulder at Clark. He met your eyes and smiled. He pressed his lips to your forehead while his fingers were stroking and rubbing your intimate areas in a way that caused your to become wetter.

You hadn’t noticed how your crying was being replaced by snotty sniffling, and mewling moans.

Bruce smiled down at you when you turned your head back to him.

You felt his hand cup your bicep, pulling your bound hands up. You stretched your fingers. He held up his erection and pointed it to your palms

“Touch me baby,” he encouraged softly, “I trust you.”

You whimpered softly and shook your head, giving a sudden gasp with wide eyes as one of Clark’s fingers wiggled into you.

“Please...?” he purred lowly, smiling as Clark pressed second one inside and slowly scissor your insides. You let out a low shuddering moan as your step-father gently grasped your wrist, leading your hand to the swollen cock. Clark continued sliding his fingers in and out of you, before adding a third. Your walls clamped and tightened. You let out a soft hiss and were unable to stop yourself from pushing against Clark’s hand. The man then angled his fingers as he thrust them in slowly, causing them to press against a spongy place on your inner wall that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

Bruce smiled, his hand cupping over your bound hands so you were forced to grasp the base of his erection. You tried to remove your hand – but of course, to no avail. His thick rod was very warm and solid, you made a small noise as you felt it throb under your hand. You squirmed slightly under Clark’s attention, finding it difficult to breathe as a wave of pleasure washed over you.

Clark peppered a flood of gentle kisses along your soft cheeks as he thrust his fingers into you. Your step-father released a soft moan.

Your hand tightened and rubbed your step-fathers shaft weakily. Your shuddering breaths and fluttering eyes told Bruce everything he need to know about how well Clark was treating their special girl.

Your fingers slowly slid up and down the shaft several times, before you wrapped your fingers around it more firmly and did just as he guided, pumping it slowly and seeing the head seep with a bit more precum. His head tilted back a bit and he gave a low groan of pleasure. You looked up at him and saw how much he liked it, then whimpered, it was so strange how you could have the power all of a sudden. Curiosity, getting the best of you as you looked down at it. It was impressive-looking, and you were becoming slowly bemused to think that he wanted to put this in you.

You pumped more firmly, looking up at your step-father's face intently. He was no longer holding your down, so you pulled herself up just a bit, Clarks fingers followed you as you weakly tried balancing up and off Bruce’s chest. You continued your firm pumping of your step-father's engorged member. Now the taboo excitement of watching him moan and dig his nails into the bed sheets made you conclude that you were getting a thrill out of all this. It made you wonder if there was something wrong with you just as much as there was something wrong with him.

At fourteen, who could deny that little sweet highschooler you had a big crush on your step dad before it developed into crushing on his journalist friend Clark Kent, the very man with three digits up your sweet silky hole.

It was time. You could definitely not ignore the pleasure you felt from Clark, who was working slowly and tenderly at your throbbing sex.

You whined, arching your hips, your toes curling and flexing, something Clark found cute. He chuckled to himself, trailing his free hand along the back of one of your thighs.

Bruce’s hand rose up and grabbed your wrists, he pulled them away to gently stop you. He knew he wanted to cum inside of you.

You looked up at him in surprise and your eyebrows furrowed in curiosity, seeing him smiling kindly at you. Bruce pressed his lips against your forehead and chuckled.

“Are you trying to be a good girl now?” he asked touching the corner of the tape on your mouth.

You sniffled and nodded, moaning when Clark pulled his fingers out to trail down and rub into your pearlling clit.

He smiled, “Alright,” he whispered, “This is going to hurt-“ he said ripping off the tape before he finished his own sentence.

You yelped and hissed.

“Sorry baby girl,” he apologised.

Bruce then leant back against the pillows and watched you succumb to pleasure from Clarks speedy fingers. Your bound hands laid flat on Bruce’s chest, steading you from falling. Your fingers brushed and rubbed along his hairy chest.

Bruce cupped your waist and held you firm as he gazed at you showing your curious exploration. It was then he realised, you were touching some of his scars, covered by hair. Your eyes were growing softer...glassy...he couldn’t believe his luck...you looked the same as you did when you kissed him after your mothers death. If only he knew this was some sort of trance, a head space you were in all those years ago, he would’ve fucked you then.

Clark slid his fingers out of your and licked them clean. The pair, rolled you over onto your back.

You calmly glanced back at your step-father for a moment before returning your attention to the taller man, who was in a similar state of arousal as your step-father.

“My sweet little girl...” Bruce purred before kissing you deeply, his lips locking around yours passionately. Finally you found yourself leaning closer and meeting his same force. The wet sounds of your mouth and moans clouded any remaining sanity left in your mind. Your bound arms found their way around his neck, and he continued kissing you.

Clark waited patiently, knowing that he would have the soon enough, and watched as his friend lovingly cradled his step-daughter, continuing the hungry attentions. You were unable to resist kissing him back just as fiercely.

Soon your tongues came into the dance, with Bruce quickly gaining dominance, a sweet whine escaping you.

Clark smiled, and began to rub his shaft slightly. Bruce pulled away and pushed your bound hands off his neck. He shuffled your face to the side, pushing you to Clarks arms.

With bold confidence, you pushed up onto your knees and laid your loud hands behind his neck, pressing your lips to his. He playfully growled as your tongues fought, you lost and he hummed happily, eagerly exploring your sweet little mouth, his arms tightening around your body.

After a few more long moments of the passionate kiss, he broke it before licking up the strand of saliva that bridged your panting tongues. He grinned at you. You smiled and stared at him for a moment before looking down shyly. He saw this demure action and smirked.

“What’s wrong princess, still scared?” he asked softly, nuzzling your cheek. You continued looking down shyly. You had thought of asking Bruce who was watching you both, what your mother would have thought of what he was doing to his step-daughter, but you had no doubt that he had already thought of that.

Bruce cupped your waist and lowered his lips to your shoulders. His erection pushed against the swell of your ass.

Carefully you were pushed back onto the mattress. Bruce came up to put your head in his lap, languidly stroking your hair and cheeks as Clark rubbed your thighs. The man you had admired for so long spread them, eyeing your shuddering sex hungrily. Your body froze up, stiffening as it sunk in what was truly coming you squirmed around, pressing your knees together. You looked up at Clark pleadingly.

He sighed, disappointed. He leant behind him, reaching for the duct tape....was he going to duct tape your legs spread wide.

You panicked, “Are you doing this because I did not accept your marriage offer?”

“No.” he paused and didn’t grab the tape at all. He leant down and softly, kissed your lips chastely. Bruce leant down sand cupped the back of your knees, pulling them up and spreading them wide.

You shivered.

Clark touched your cunt gently and spread you open again. His face pushed forward, leaning in and licked from the bottom to the top of your slit. You had a sharp gasping intake as you felt the gentle licking there and you pushed his head away gently. Clark leaned back in and continued to lick you, lapping at the sweet wet with his thick tongue, resisting as you pushed at his head – although your pushes were fairly weak.

“You’re not being punished,” Bruce repeatedly assured you as if he read your mind, stroking your cheeks. Clark continued to lap at you.

“We just both think this would be a bit of....encouragement for you to stay baby,” Bruce purred, tweaking one of your nipples playfully.

You grizzled, “To st-stay?” your hips jerked a little as Clark sucked harder on your clit, your legs still held wide open by Bruce’s strong hands.

“Honey,” Clark murmured into your cunt, staring up at you with eyes that were mixed with lust, adoration and worship, “You don’t need to go to college when you have me and your daddy to heel you happy.”

Your voice caught in your throat, you couldn’t believe it...this was why? To keep you away from going to school? You bit your bottom lip. You would’ve been devastatingly hurt but with his tongue slipping inside and licking deep into your whole, you tossed your head backwards onto Bruce’s shoulder, crying out as a orgasm waved through your body.

“Clark, you can take her first,” Bruce softly granted.

“We can look at that sweet asshole another day and then,” your step father licked the shell of your ears whispering, “You’ll be allowed to fuck two big cocks at once down there.”

Clark got on his knees between your legs and Bruce steadied you, taking your hands into his own and squeezing them reassuringly before he let go. His large hands massaged your breasts, and reached down to rub your clit slowky as you felt Clark position himself, gently rubbing your slit with his tip. It had opened up to him through all of the loving attention, and was glistening with wetness.

Your eyes widened.

“Don’t… we shouldn’t…” you whispered, “Y-youre not wearing a condom.”

Bruce’s hands tightened around your wrists and lifted them pulling them backward to hook on his own neck. Your chest was so pushed up.

“It’s okay baby, we don’t need a condom,” Clark moaned, caressing your cheeks before his hands travelled down to your sides. He smiled kindly at you, and you found herself smiling back faintly, looking into his ice-blue eyes. You shivered as he slowly lowered himself, and the head of his cock gently nudged at your slit. You tensed a little, but felt your step-father massage your clit.

You gasped and arched a little when Clark penetrated you, and your step-father continued stroking you in a languid yet firm manner, his touches did much to soothe the passage and help you relax. You looked up at your Bruce for a moment, then back at Clark. Bruce tenderly caressed your cheeks and arms, while Clark's hands stroked along your sides. He was moving slowly, letting your get used to his girth, for he was almost as thick as his best friend. The wetness made it possible for him to move quite smoothly within you, and it was also so inviting.

It was tight and yes it was uncomfortable but with the support of Bruce’s hand, in no time, he was sheathed fully, and you stared up at him quietly feeling his balls pressed into your soft ass. He was heavy inside you, an unexpected pressure. The tip poked the sponge of your womb.

There was a few frightful seconds where all of you were silent save for your soft breathing. Bruce glanced at the tape, prepared to hear your screaming again...but it didnt come. And then Clark smiled lovingly down at you, comforting you at that moment, before leaning in and kissing your cheek.

“How do you feel?” he asked. You shyly huffed even more, but kept your eyes on him. You couldn’t decide whether to smile or grimace.

“I don't know. I... feel very full...” you replied softly, feeling Bruce’s fingers brush along your forehead.

Clark lifted your ankles up onto his shoulders and took a deep breath.

“The best part is yet to come, my sweet angel,” Bruce promised. Clark smiled, and began to gyrate his hips, sliding his shaft in and out of your tight cunt in a languid manner. The reaction was immediate. His cock dragged along your sensitive walls, and Bruce smiled as he watched his sweet little step-daughter squirm around in pleasure. Soon enough, he himself would be doing that to you.

Clark released a deep groan, clearly in bliss as he thrust into you. His speed was tempered and gentle, languorous, making sure that the length of his dick dragged along your gspot with each thrust to create that glorious friction. He wanted your first time to be something deep and tender. And it was working. You hissed and flexed your back into Bruce feeling Clarks entire cock within you as you clenched hard. It had hurt a little at first, but there was no denying the pleasure to be had, and the gentle caresses were doing much to heighten your experience.

“Sh-shit shit shit, oh my god, Clark! Clark I’m-”

Clarks gentle lovemaking pushed you towards your glorious shouting orgasm, and you cried out when you hit it, arching up against him, clenching around him almost painfully. You had ever felt anything so wonderful in your whole life! Bruce smiled as he saw this, and leaned down to place kisses along his mewling step-daughter’s face, massaging your breasts as he did so.

“Isn’t it wonderful, babygirl? Doesn’t it feel so good?” Bruce asked warmly. All you could do was nod. Clark shot you a charming smile, thrusting more firmly now, and he whispered your name when he finally came. Your clenching drew it out, and multiple shots of his seed squirted deep inside of you, filling your up.

Clark placed firm kisses along your face, remaining within your hot pussy for a few more moments. You turned your face towards him, nuzzling him back, as your lips peppered his cheeks, Clark started grinning happily. A few moments passed, some tender caresses, before Bruce chuckled and shifted. Clark looked up at him and smiled, sliding out of you a little too quickly. You whimpered pitifully at the stinging sensation of being emptied.

Clark laid beside you on his side as Bruce moved down the bed to inspect the mess his friend had created. Clark kept his eyes on you, he shot you another reassuring smile before propping your head up with his arm. He laid there relaxed and enjoying the waving endorphins made from his orgasm, still reeling from the pleasure that your sweet noises and tight pussy had given him.

Bruce gently rolled you onto your belly. Your cheek still pressed into the pillow made of Clarks bicep.

“On your knees, baby, stick that ass up for Daddy…” Bruce whispered. You huffed and wiggled your hips up, propping you up on your knees. It was a lovely sight, and he rubbed your behind, kneading the cheeks lovingly as he glanced at your swollen and glistening sex.

“Good girl,” he rumbled, patting your back softly.

You moaned softly, knowing what your step-father was about to do. At this point, you had given up on fighting off the two men, especially because it felt so good. You rested your head against Clark and sighed, staring at his eyes that gazed you lovingly. With is other hand, Clark stroked your face and hair softly as you awaited for your step-father to take you, your heart thundered with anticipation.

Bruce took a moment to admire the glorious vision before him. Your sweet pussy glistened, dripping and dribbling out the creamy white Clark had squirted deep inside. Your outer lips were swollen from the recent coupling you had. Your rear end glowed under the light of the bedroom lamp, looking so plump and inviting.

“You’re so gorgeous, princess. How Clark and I resisted you for this long, god only knows,” Bruce chuckled and rubbed your bum.

You gave out a soft but contented sigh before he was pressing the head of his needy pole against his your slit, rubbing it up and down the opening a few times. You moaned softly and squirmed a little, but made no real attempt to flee.

Bruce grabbed your hips and gave a strong thrust, his cock sliding inside of you to the base with little effort despite your tightness. You whimpered out softly, in slight pain but more in surprise, and looked over your shoulder at your Step-father again.

Clark wolfishly grinned at you, as Bruce’s hips immediately thrusting back and forth. He pounded into you, hard and fast, your body quivering under him.

Clark’s lovemaking had been languorous and gentle, more than suitable for your first time. But Bruce’s way of taking you was savage and primal. Despite it...you found yourself enjoying this as well. It was rough and deeply bruising. You would be able to feel it tomorrow.

Bruce was not hurting you, it was not unbearable agony as he slammed his hips fiercely. Clark watched with half-lidded eyes, listening to your whines and touching your face every now and then as if to reassure you.

Bruce punched his cock into you with the ferocity of an animal in heat. You were so wonderfully tight and hot that it was impossible to just hold back.

“F-Fuck, Daddy!!!”

The way you responded to him, arching towards him and making small sounds of pleasure and mewls of pain only spurred him on even more. His heavy balls slapped against the back of your thighs, and you strangled around him with your walls. He gave out a low growl as he cummed, creaming deep inside.

You whimpered out another heightened, ‘Daddy!’ as your body quivered, your teeth chattering just slightly.

You bit your lip almost hard enough to cause it to bleed as you hit another orgasm, your eyes rolled back and clenching around him hard, trapping his cock inside with your tightness.

You looked at your step-father over your shoulder as he continued thrusting in you, his cock remained erect for a few moments before slowly becoming flaccid. You looked over at Clark then back at Bruce, whimpering out 'Daddy' again as you felt cum dribble down your opening. He stayed within your cunt for a while, panting as he relaxed his muscles. Smirking, he pulled out of your tightness and stroked your rump.

“Good girl baby...”

You remained on your knees for several more moments, cum still dribbling out a little as he traced his fingers along the firm curve of your rear end. What you had been through was unbelievable. You had just been dominated and fucked by the two men you cared most about in the world...one of them was your step-father. It seemed almost too impossible to believe, like it all had to been some sick dream- any moment you would wake up to find yourself alone, dressed, inside your own bed....But did you want this to be a dream?

The more you thought, the less sick it seemed to be...morally it was wrong...but at the end of the day, you weren’t related and Bruce was sure to take care of you just like he always had along with your own mother. Your mother might not have approved if she was alive...but...there was nothing she could do now.

And Clark was just as caring and understanding of your passions....So both clearly loved you, very much....

You felt Clark caress your cheek once more, and you looked to him as your hips fell down limp. He offered you a smile before leaning over to press his lips to your forehead.

“You did so well darlin’.”

You shyly smiled, feeling Bruce lay down behind you.

You felt Bruce slide something cold between your wrists and slice through the pink tape.

Your eyes fluttered. You could hear Bruce put that sharp object most likely a knife in his bed side drawer.

He cupped your wrists and gently massaged them, kissing the raw area. He then scooped you up into his arms, holding you close, as if he wanted to rock you to sleep. You rolled onto your back and looked between them. They were two content lions gazing down at the sweet kitten in their bed. Both of them held pleased but loving expressions on their faces, and you smiled shyly a little and buried your nose in into the blue sweat soaked sheets. Under the gentle embrace and caresses, you closed your eyes.

You felt one of them, you didn’t know or care who, pull up a duvet, covering your quivering body. The men sighed happily at one another as you snuggled sweetly between them.

It was a fact to acknowledge with their cum growing dry on your thighs how they now would never let you go. They would take you in the morning, and whenever either of them pleased from then on. You were there’s...you belonged to them, and they would always do everything to prove their desire for you. You fell asleep in their embrace, you pressed your face into Clarks chest, while you pressed your backside into Bruce’s hips. snuggled up to both of them, while their affectionate caresses and whispers lulled you to sleep.

★★★

When morning arrived it was still pitch black thanks to the roll down tinted glass windows.

Bruce’s grey his eyes cracked awake slowly, to the sounds of your soft snoring. Your soft cheek was pressed against his chest after the night of shuffling you must’ve done in your sleep. ‘What a wonderfully sweet thing to wake up to,’ he thought, smiling as he traced his fingertips gently along your other cheek. He looked to his left at the big bulk of a man under the covers.

Clark was still sleeping, his arm was covering your hip. Your plump rear end was against his stomach, and Bruce smiled at you both.

Your sweet drooling face stirred slightly as your cheek was caressed, but you remained asleep. Being cushioned and cradled in the warmth of two big men had surprisingly helped you to sleep well, as you had been so comforted by the obvious affection they had shown you. If they didn’t care about you, they would have simply raped you bloody and never paid mind to your pleasure they never would’ve focused on your feelings and overall care.

Clark loved you and wanted to be your husband, he had been serious when he asked for your hand in marriage. It was in the plan but Bruce knew Clark wanted to ask ages ago...

And Bruce loved you too, he wanted your utmost happiness but he desired your overall safety and company. If you left for college he wouldn’t know when he’d see you again...if ever...considering you held no real “blood” obligation to him.

Clark and he were good friends, and sharing you had been a odd thought at first, but last night proved that it would work out well between the three of you. And it was very comfortable, and would continue to be comfortable – after all, both of them wanted your happiness, love and companionship.

Bruce pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Wake up, baby girl, it’s daddy...” he whispered into your ear, gently nibbling along your earlobe. Your eyelids fluttered open and you whimpered softly, a bit disoriented at first as was common on waking up in a place so different to your bedroom but the disorientation faded as you rubbed your eyes and turned your head upwards a bit to look up at the eyes of your doting step-father smiling softly down at you.

“Good morning, Daddy...” you said softly, wiping the sleep away from your eyes and blinking a few times as you felt a hand caress along your hip, you didn’t know who it belonged to, but did that even matter?

“Good morning, sweet angel... Did you sleep alright?” he asked, caressing your hair. Clark stirred but did not wake. You shyly nodded. Last night was beyond taboo and though you were not entirely angry or disgusted, it would take a bit getting used to.

“I am glad...” Bruce replied before he chuckled softly and fondled your side. He looked over at Clark and smiled.

“...Will you marry him?” he whispered, kissing your cheek. You stared at him for a few moments before nodding slowly. You did not see why not – Clark was a good man and you had no interest in anyone else.

Bruce nodded, smiling happily. He was ecstatic that you had accepted Clark’s hand, and now you would be truly a family inside Wayne’s manor.

“What about you, Daddy?” you asked softly as your step-father’s hand gently caressed your side, “....Don’t you want me anymore,” your eyes glanced away in embarrassment considering how pathetic you sounded asking....

“Mmm,” he pecked the tip of your nose, “Clark and I already discussed this...I would like to keep our closeness when you are wed... Clark and I have shared many passions in the past...towards each other and it does not bother him.”

Your eyes started to widen. You didn’t know your step-dad was just as sexually active with men.

“He really agrees to this? You two... have no problem with... sharing?” you whispered as you rolled over onto your back to gain a more accurate gaze upon Bruce.

“Not at all...” he chuckled, “We are too good a pair of friends to fight over something wonderful like this as spectacular as you.” He stated.

You smiled and looked down shyly. He looked over at Clark once more and smirked almost deviously.

He reached out and playfully thumbed your nipples.

“Baby girl, it looks like Clark is a heavy sleeper...how about you go and wake him up for me?” His tone was seductive, and low. You could see from the corner of your eyes the two hardening peaks growing out of the bed sheets.

Bruce pushed his side down and cupped himself, using his enclosed first like a sight hole.

“C’mon baby, go wake up your other daddy,” he groaned.

You gasped and flushed even more as you stated at your step-father for several moments before carefully crawling over to Clark again.

You placed a gentle kisses along his face, saving his lips for last. Your hand caressed along his smooth chest, slowly making its way down to his morning organ. His nipples were given attention, your fingers teasing over the pink nubs and making them taut. Your palm felt along the toned muscles of his abdomen, and stroked the coarse dark hair above his cock, teasing your fingers along the treasure trail. The thin hairs had started as a thin, tapering line several inches below his navel, and spread out gradually to the thatch over his cock.

Bruce watched calmly, not at all bothered by his friend’s nakedness. He did not stare at Clark either, he just watched with interest at what you, his step-daughter was doing. You had such a lovely soft hand. You slowly patted the neither hairs as you started sucking on Clark’s angry red tip.

You flattened your tongue and looked over, making full eye contact with Bruce While he jerked off languishingly. He smirked and winked at you.

“Suck his cock babygirl, suck Papa’s cock.”

Papa...Daddy...oh god...what were you getting yourself into.

You leant your face down, filling your cheeks with the tip of his pink cock tip. Your tongue raised around the skin and flicked under the folds. You tried not to think about the smell but the taste alone. It was bitter, salty and a little tangy.

“M-mmh...” Clark let out a soft noise of pleasure, face blissfully slack. His manhood stirred and began to rise a bit, the touches arousing him even when he slept.

“Clarkkkkk...” Bruce cooed in a soft purr, gently touching his shoulder while you lapped at his foreskin, and Bruce started growing aroused, wanting to stick himself inside of you as he had a grand view of your little cunt, dried with flakes of white on your skin.

At the mention of his name, the man stirred and opened his eyes, smiling a bit, raising a hand to lazily wipe the sleep from his eyes.

“A-ah...Good morning...” he said, blurrily looking down at what you were doing. You smiled sweetly and placed a gentle kiss on his tip as you brought him to full attention.

“Clark?” you asked softly.

“Yes sweetheart?...hngh...” he shuddered, shifting a bit, his cock rising further. Bruce shivered, running his fingertips along your rear.

“I will be your wife,” You whispered softly. He tilted his head, and a wide grin came to his face. Hooking one arm around your arm he tugged you up to him to abandon you morning blowjob. He sealed his lips over yours in a gentle kiss. When you parted, he purred.

“Thank you sweet girl, I vow to always cherish you like last night and every encounter we’ve met.” His words made you giggle happily, as you had no real doubt of his respect for you.

He heard the fwapping sound of Bruce masturbating, watching you.

“Have you talked Bruce?” he added.

Your lashes fluttered.

“I accept him as well. I...I will stay home. College can wait or I can try online courses...You can both have me,” You whispered. Bruce ran a fingertip along your slit. You shivered and moaned, wiggling your rear end at Bruce as you kissed Clark again, your hand returned to slowly pumping his engorged organ.

Bruce smiled, he rubbed your slit gently and lazily, feeling the flesh quiver a bit and begin to slicken up. Clark moaned softly into your lips and his hand moved down, cupping one of your breasts and carefully kneading it, plucking at your nipples. You gave out a soft whine of pleasure and looked at Clark for a moment before looking back at Bruce.

“Daddy...” You pouted, “...stop teasing me.” You reached out to his cock with your other hand. In each palm you held two thick cocks at the same time and went about squeezing and licking them like a game....unwittingly teasing them both to release. The men both gradually sat up on their elbows. Before either of them could cum however, you let their cocks go and sat back, facing them with a childish smirk, biting your lip.

If they wanted to be depraved, you could be too...you wondered if they’d tie and gag you again. Would they pushed you around manhandle and humiliate you again?...a real sensational thrill soaked your bones at the thought. What a fantastic opportunity to test that theory...

You didn’t leave that room for probably three whole days except to use the master bathroom...

Alfred decided not to intervene.. after all it was Master Wayne he was paid by, not you.

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@viking-raider August Walker

#mission impossible fallout #august walker #daddy energy #henry cavill

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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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suz7days · 2 months

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happy national women’s day from our fav boyfriends!! ✨💐🩷

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writersblog20 · 1 year

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The saving of Halloween

Henry Cavill x reader

Summary: When you’ve lost the spirit for Halloween, Henry comes around and made it ten times better.

Warnings: FLUFF! LIKE TEETH ROTTING FLUFF (For the spirit of Halloween), mention of feeling a bit lost, mention of anxiety, in the end dd/lg vibes. Henry calls himself daddy once, alcohol, reader and Henry are a little buzzed, Dom vibes, pet names

Words: 3K

A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN MY SPOOKY W(B)ITCHES🧡🧡❤❤👻🎃

The saving of Halloween 🎃🍁

Your favorite time of the year, fall and especially Halloween and Henry knew that. You felt a little off the last couple of weeks. Not that you were depressed but it felt like you were lost in limbo. It felt like you were stuck and tried very hard to get out of it. Slowly you saw that you got out of that place but it was tiring and to top that off, somebody tried to get you down a couple of days ago and it didn’t matter how hard you tried to ignore it, it didn’t work and you felt down but made sure that you didn’t show that person. Henry was fuming with what how you were treated but there wasn’t anything that he could do other than be there and give comfort, which he gave you without thinking twice.

But he knew you fell out of the spirit for Halloween, knowing this is your favorite time of the year and he would not let that happen. He wanted you to enjoy it and made it his mission for now. 3 days earlier Henry told you that instead it would be date night, it would be a whole day. He didn’t want to say what the two of you were going to do but only that it was a whole day. You smiled and felt butterflies in your stomach. You’ve been dating Henry for over a year and a half now and he still managed to make you fall in love every day.

~Halloween day~

You woke up tiredly and was ready to turn around to cuddle with Henry, only to feel the bed empty. You frowned and lifted your head to look around the room but there was no sign of Henry until the smell of pancakes entered your nose. You took a deep breath in and smiled. You rubbed your eyes a little and got up to put a flannel on from Henry and some sweats. You headed to the bathroom to get freshened up and walked downstairs. You saw Henry in the kitchen, making coffee and pancakes and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight while Kal patted happily over to you to greet you. You petted his head while his tail was wiggling from happiness.

Henry turned around and the moment he saw you, a big, loving grin appeared on his face. “Good morning princess. Sleep well?” he asked you while you walked over to him. He pulled you into a sweet loving kiss. “I did, only woke up missing you.” you told him and Henry’s smile grew. His heart fluttering that you missed him. He placed his arm around you, pulling you closer to his chest. “Well, I wanted to surprise my favorite girl with some pancakes before we get the day started.” He told you and placed a kiss on your head. You smiled and turned your body against his in a big hug. That was the moment Henry knew you were going to be clingy today but in the best way. It wasn’t often that you were clingy so when you were, he would make sure that your needs were met with all the love he could give you.

A deep rumble went through his chest when he chuckled. “I love you sweetheart.” You held him a little tighter while Henry placed multiple kisses on your forehead. “I love you too bear. His heart could almost explode from his love for you. Like you, Henry fell more and more in love with you as well. He placed multiple kisses over your face, making you giggle. “Want some coffee sweetheart?” you nodded and went to sit at the kitchen counter and looked adoringly at Henry. He was busy with your coffee but noticed that you were staring at him and made him feel flustered while there was a permanent smile on his face.

“So…. When are you going to tell me what we’re up to today?” you asked as he placed the coffee in front of you. He smirked “You’ll see when we get there angel.” You smiled and decided to let it go, knowing he wouldn’t say anything more. He placed the pancakes on the table and sat opposite you and ate breakfast. Henry eyed you with a little smirk and you looked quizzingly at him “What?” you asked him with a soft giggle. He shook his head “I love it when you wear my clothes.” He confessed, making you smile shyly and continued eating the pancakes.

After breakfast Henry walked Kal while you got dressed. You picked something casual like Henry said. Something comfortable and warm. You had some jeans and a nice, cozy sweater that was perfect for fall. You put your Dr. Martens on and walked downstairs, just in time when Henry came home. He looked at you with a big smile. “You look good sweetheart, like always.” You smiled and gave him a kiss. “You ready to go?” he asked you, making you nod.

You both got into the car and drove off. It was a very misty day, setting the scene beautifully. Henry placed his hand on your thigh while he drove off but you wanted more contact and placed your hand in his. He looked at you and smiled, pulling your hand towards his lips and placed a soft delicate kiss on the back of your hand before letting it rest in your lap again, his fingers intertwined with yours and gave it a little squeeze.

The drive was about 30 minutes and you arrived at a pumpkin patch. Henry looked at you for your reaction and you couldn’t stop smiling and looking around. You’ve never really been to a pumpkin patch. “Okay, let’s get into the Halloween spirit!” he told you with a wink and you knew what he was up to. He wanted to safe Halloween for you. Henry got Kal out of the car, walked up to you and held your hand again. “So we’re going to search for some pumpkins and carve them?” you asked him hopefully. Henry didn’t say anything but his smirk gave him away and looked teasingly at you with one eyebrow raised. You giggled and couldn’t wipe away the smile from your face and just by that Henry already accomplished his mission.

They had a little maze before you could reach the field with the maze obviously decorated in Halloween. You smiled and got excited. The maze was lovely decorated and you felt the spirit slowly sweeping back into you. Henry chuckled at your bright smile and pulled you towards him so he could place a kiss on the top of your head. Once you excited the maze you looked at the pumpkins and searched for the right one. You found one and it was lovely, deciding that this would be the one. Henry got one as well and you walked back. Henry paid and you both got back in the car. “We’ll get Kal back home and then we’ll go to the store.” Henry told you and you looked, once again quizzingly at Henry but of course he wouldn’t give anything away.

The drive home didn’t took long. You would stay seated in the car while Henry put Kal inside and got back in the car, driving off. Once you arrived at the store he got a shopping cart. “okay…. So we’re going to have a movie night, tonight and you can choose the movie but obviously we need snacks for that” Henry joked, making you laugh. “You can have every snack that you want. Oh and we’re baking cookies.” He told you with a wink. You got so excited and thanked Henry a couple of times, kissing his cheek, making him chuckle again.

You could choose the cookies that you were making and obviously got the Halloween themed. Henry chuckled “Good choice.” You walked along the snack isle and got all the things that you wanted along side candy and a new bottle of booze that was also Halloween themed. Henry got some fairy lights and you looked surprised at him again. Henry just smiled and winked at you. after you got everything and placed it in the car, you drove to a video renting store. Henry really did know you too well. “Like I said, you can choose the movie.” He told you. It was easy to rent one online but it was the experience to rent a movie that made it so fun.

You walked over to the horror/scary section, Henry still holding your hand. Your eyes laid on the Halloween movies. You know, the classics for Halloween, chucky and scream. You knew that you couldn’t watch all the movies tonight but for the spirit of Halloween, you would watch them later so you could still choose tonight.

Finally you got home and you couldn’t wait to carve the pumpkin and bake the cookies. “Let’s make the cookies first and after we carve the pumpkin.” You nodded and helped Henry with all the stuff. “Wanna make this more fun?” he asked you with a grin that you knew he had an idea. “What you have in mind Cavill?” you chuckled and he held the booze bottle up with a raised eyebrow. “You know I’m in.” you got the short glasses and Henry poured two shots in. You raised the cup to cheer and took it. You both made fun faces and laughed at each other for it.

Henry put some blues on the record player. You smiled and got everything ready for the cookies. Henry stropped his sleeves up and so did you. You both washed your hands and got to work. It didn’t took long for them to get ready. The decorating would happen later. You had some cookies in ghost forms, pumpkins and bats. You put them in the oven while Henry got the pumpkins ready. He gave you the knife “Be careful angel.” He told you and you nodded.

You scooped out your pumpkin and got to work. You and Henry would only show your work after you were done. You both eyed each other and would laugh right after while the air was filled with the smell of cookies and some blues playing in the background, outside still misty. It was perfect. You made your pumpkin with the face of ghostface. You smiled proudly and looked at Henry “Okay, I’m done.” Henry looked surprised “I knew you were creative but damn.” He told you chuckling making you laugh. “I’m almost done.” You nodded and did some finishing touched on your pumpkin.

“Okay I’m ready too.” He told you proudly. “I want to see your first.” He told you and you showed your pumpkin. “oh that’s really cool!” he told you honestly and smiled. “This is awesome” he told you while he got the pumpkin closer to him. Henry had the usual pumpkin face. “But I love yours too!” you told him and he smiled. “Thank you. For today you know.” you told him and smiled sweetly. “Of course sweetheart. I want to see you have fun on your favorite holiday.” He told you and gave you a sweet kiss. “You know what I miss?” he told you and held up the bottle again. You chuckled and nodded.

You both got another shot and got the cookies out of the oven so you could decorate them. “I was thinking….. And you have to tell me if you don’t really like the idea. But I thought to put the mattress on the floor in the livingroom and make some sort of tent so we can hangout and fall asleep.” He told you. You looked at him with once again a bright smile, taking away all of Henry’s anxiety about this idea. “I would absolutely love that!” Henry laughed at you enthusiasm. You worked further on the cookies while Henry already placed one in his mouth. You eyed him with a smirk with Henry trying to look as innocent as he could, making you laugh again and swatted his hand away when he wanted to take another one.

Once you were done Henry walked back with a box wrapped in Halloween paper. You looked up confused. “It’s a present, open it.” he told you and you softly unwrapped it. You saw that there were matching Halloween pajamas in them. You gasped a little and looked up at him with light up eyes. “So…. We’re wearing these tonight right?” you asked him with a smile. “Tonight? No pup, we’re going to wear them now.” He told you and you got up, giving Henry a passionate kiss. You both walked upstairs, chuckling. Henry wasn’t only your boyfriend but also your number one best friend and right now you were excited as if you were two little kids on Christmas and you loved every second of it.

You got into the pajamas and looked at each other laughing. “We need to take a picture!” you told him and got your phone and got a picture. Henry held you tight and placed a kiss on your head and the second picture had you both crouching down from laughing so hard. They were adorable and you send them to Henry. “Is it okay if I post this?” he asked your permission. You smiled and nodded while Henry adored the picture. “I love these.” He told you with a big grin. You gave him another kiss “We look great.” You told him and he agreed.

You and Henry got the mattress and walked downstairs, getting the blankets and pillows later. You put the mattress in front of the tv and both walked back upstairs to get everything else. You let everything fall on the mattress and looked at Henry. “I think I need some more of that liquid for motivation.” You told Henry, who already had a grin. “I think that you are completely right pup.” You walked back into the kitchen and poured you both another one. After you drank it you looked back and took a breath before getting back to work.

You walked besides the mattress before Henry pulled you down on the mattress, on top of him. You both laughed, feeling a little buzzed. Once the laughter died down a bit you just stared at each other adoringly. You traced his features on his face with your finger. He took your hand in his and placed a kiss on it. You let out a sigh “We should continue before I get too comfortable.” Henry chuckled and nodded. “Why don’t you get the fairy lights, pumpkins and candles and I’ll make sure this is ready.” You nodded, giving him a kiss and stood up.

You got all the candles, fairy lights and the carved pumpkins and walked back to see that Henry got some of the sheets in a tent. You put the pumpkins besides the tv and put some candles in them and lit them. After that you put fairy lights all around the room and lit all the other candles. You already felt the coziness seeping through you. You and Henry walked back to the kitchen to get all the snacks on a tray and made the popcorn. “So have you decided on a movie yet?” Henry asked you. “Yeah, I want to see scream.” Henry had a grin and kissed the side of your head.

The popcorn started to rise and pop in the pan. You and Henry took another shot and giggled when you finished it. The tray looked beautiful with the cookies, chocolate, candy etc. you quickly finished the popcorn so you could lay down and watch the movie. Everything looked so cozy that it instantly warmed your heart. You sat down on the mattress, waiting for Henry so that you could cuddle. He popped the movie in and looked at you with a big grin and walked towards you, sitting on the bed as well.

You leaned against the couch, Henry’s arm around you while you snacked. You couldn’t help but smile at the warm loving feeling in your heart. It was now dark outside and very misty while you snuggled inside. His fingertips slowly massaging your head as you leaned more into him. “I love you and thank you so much for today.” His finger went underneath your chin so you would look up at him. You saw him with the most loving smile on his face. “I love you too pup. So much, you really have no idea” he kissed your lips passionately, his fingers softly holding your chin.

Once he got out of the kiss, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead and pulled you closer into his side. Your focus back on the movie.

“Can we lay down?” you asked after a while. “Of course puppy.” He gave you an adoring smile. He placed the treats away and safe from Kal. You were waiting for Henry and he chuckled a little when he saw you patiently waiting for him. He laid down and pulled you softly down. Your head rested on his shoulder and partially chest. Henry had his arm wrapped around you and his fingers massaging your head again. You never knew what it was but it couldn’t be anything other than magic, always calming you down and making you sleepy. Your arm was around his torso and held tightly onto his pajama shirt. You got your head up while Henry looked confused at you until you tugged on his pajama shirt again. He chuckled and sat up straight to take it off. “You can always ask daddy if you want contact princess.” You felt flustered at his words.

He laid back down and pulled you with him. Your head resting in the same spot, the heath radiating from his body. your hand slightly gazed over his chest. You looked back at the tv and fell into a trance, fully focused on the movie.

You probably had 30 minutes left but your eyes became heavier. “it’s okay sweetheart. I’m right here, don’t fight it pup.” He softly told you and kissed the top of your head. You closed your eyes, accepting that you’ve lost the fight. Henry’s fingers worked it’s magic on your head again and you we’re out like a light. Not only did Henry saved Halloween for you, he made it the best one yet.

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witchersmistress · 1 year

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Can we just take a moment to appreciate a scruffy henry cavill

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delicate-moon-princess · 1 year

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Hello. Hope you are well. I don’t know if your requests are open, but I would love more Superman x reader stories. Maybe the reader is married to Clark. Clark is always very gentle, caring and soft. Always afraid of hurting the reader by accident. But maybe wants it a little rough? At least sometimes. Totally not against any dd/lg elements.

Bad Days and Bratty Ways

Trying to seduce your husband after a bad day seems to be futile. Good thing a little bit of misbehaving can tip him over the edge. -Daddy!Clark Kent x Reader

Warning: 18+ dd/lg, daddy kink, rough p in v, fingering, choking, light spanking, dumbification, squirting, creampie- Let me know if I forgot anything!

4.2k words

Any typos are my own!

A/N: This had been in my inbox for awhile, I’m sorry 😣 I hope you enjoy it!

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Clark dealt his anger differently than most. Some people had hobbies that helped them de-stress. Or perhaps they went for a walk to clear their heads. The Kryptonians' fury morphed into something more carnal. His method to fighting any hostile thoughts was chasing them away with a good, hard fuck.

It was a shock to learn this at first. Clark seemed like such a proper gentleman. And he was. Most of the time. Other times he ditched all gentlemanly standards, used your body for his own selfish needs. And you loved being there to help chase away his ire.

You cherished the times he was rougher with you. Your husband rarely got angry, so those moments were far and few between. His fits always left you aching in the most pleasant way. Despite being married for only a short time, you quickly learned to pick up on the signs that he was riled up.

That’s why you kept a close eye on him during dinner.

Something was bothering him. His mannerisms made it clear. The smiles he gave you were strained, as you observed how tired his eyes looked. His food was half heartedly pushed around with his fork, as if he had no appetite for the meal. He wasn’t very talkative, so you carried most of the conversation. You would get an occasional nod or quiet response.

When you asked him about his day at work, he changed the subject to something else. Typical. He always tried to ignore his emotions. He didn’t want to worry you, but more importantly, he didn’t want to hurt you if he became enraged with lust.

Maybe he just needed a little push?

When the food was gone, he helped you clean up. No words were spoken as he loaded the dishwasher. His brows were pinched together, his jaw clenching as he pursed his lips. You saw his nostrils flare slightly.

“Daddy?” You stood behind him, your arms behind your back.

You held back a smile when you saw him freeze. There was the magic word. Now to watch him fold.

He turned halfway to look at you, brows raised. His expression softened when he took in the sight of you in front of him. You rocked on your heels as you patiently waited to be answered by him.

“Yes, sunshine?” He hummed, the sight of his precious girl gazing at him so adoringly made him want to melt.

“Did you have a bad day?” You asked, leaving him no choice but to confide in his concerned wife.

“You could say that…” He sighed, shaking his head when you frowned. “It was a long day, sweetheart. There’s nothing to worry about, though.”

Why did he always build these walls around himself? You stifled a groan when he turned back to the dishes. Just a little encouragement. If you approached this carefully, he would open up.

You made your way to him. You knew he could hear as you neared, but he did not turn to look at you. He only stopped loading dishes when your hand touched his bicep. The plate he was holding made a soft clinking sound against the counter as he set it down.

He looked at you while covering your smaller hand with his. You watched as he brought your fingers to his lips and tenderly kissed your knuckles. You lifted your other hand to his hair, gliding your nails along his scalp. Your spouse shuddered.

“I could help you relax.” You hinted, trying to get him to submit to his urges. “I know how to make it better.”

He knew too. Clark knew what he needed to extinguish the smoldering fury he felt deep in his gut. He couldn’t push you that far. Not again.

That’s what he always told himself.

Every time he used you in one of his primal trances, you wore bruises the next day. Along with a raw feeling between your legs. While the fact that he was the one to make you limp gave him a demented sense of pride, guilt always overcame him. How could he ever hurt you like that?

He was apologetic afterwards, but you made an effort to comfort him by stressing how much you liked it when it hurt. The tinge of pain you felt after taking on the Man of Steel in bed served as a persistent reminder of who owned you.

Still, he remained hesitant to let go of all ambitions and ravish you like you both desired.

“I don’t know if that’s the best idea, sunshine.” He shook his head, gulping at the thought of hurting you too much. It only took one time for him to forget his strength.

One time and he could do irreversible damage to the most important person in his life.

He took your other hand away from his hair, kissing your opposite set of knuckles. Then he brought your arms back down to your sides, pressing his lips to yours. He pulled back before speaking.

“I’ll run us a bath after I finish this. Go wait for Daddy in the bedroom, okay?” He stroked your cheek, beckoning you towards the bedroom with a nod of his head.

Your pout deepening did nothing to sway him as he turned away. Letting out a huff, you crossed your arms. Obviously, more drastic measures needed to be taken. More bratty measures.

You stomped back to your previous position a few feet away from him. Instead of continuing to the bedroom like he asked you too, you spun back around.

“So, what asshole pissed you off at work today?” You raised a brow, not surprised when his head snapped up.

“Excuse me?” He challenged, certain that his ears misheard.

His little girl did not just utter curse words. Not his sweet, good little girl. She knows better. Clark could feel the anger that was simmering during dinner begin to boil over.

“You heard me.” You sassed. “What prick got under your skin? Did you tell them to fuck off?”

You considered backing out of your bratty regime when the superhero growled warningly. Then you saw his lip start to curl, and you knew you were close to striking oil.

“You need to watch your mouth, little girl.” He asserted, abandoning the dishes to slowly make his way towards you.

That was your last warning. You paid no mind to it.

“Why don’t you watch it for me, Daddy?” You smirked, cocking your head back to look up at him as he got closer. Not an ounce of fear was in your voice, your teeth biting your lower lip excitedly.

His eyes narrowed. Then before you knew what was really happening, you were spun around by a strong hand on your bicep. Gasping, you tried to gather your wits. A grin broke out onto your face, proud to have finally pushed him over the edge. You shuddered, attempting to anticipate his next move.

“I wouldn’t be so proud of myself if I were you, little girl. You won’t like what Daddy has planned for you.” He kept a stern hold on you, his front pressed firmly against your back.

“Are you gonna spank me?” You went to turn your head to look at him, still smirking. His hand was quick to grab your jaw, keeping you looking ahead towards the island in the kitchen.

“No, you’d like that too much, wouldn’t you?” He scoffed, walking you forward until you were trapped between him and the counter.

That was true. You bite your lip to quell your smile, eyes rolling back when his hand slipped down to your throat. You unknowingly let out a whine, wordlessly pleading for him to squeeze.

Clark growled, his bulge nudging the crease of your ass. Your walls clenched, as if your pussy was instinctively trying to swallow his length. Despite the confines between your bodies. His other hand held your hip, keeping you from squirming.

“You know how much I don’t like it when you use those words. Do you think you’re a big girl now, hm? You think you can spurt out such vulgarity and get away with it? No, I don’t think so.” He hissed close to your ear, the hand on your throat finally clenching. With your breath cut off, he effectively squeezed the last vestige of deviance out of you.

You flooded your panties, the fabric darkened with the amount of your juices. Stars flashed behind your closed eyelids before he let you go, and you greedily inhaled air. You hiccuped as your knees wobbled.

“D-Daddy, please.” You whimpered, your eyes closed as you begged for his pity.

“What’s the matter? Can’t say bad words with Daddy’s hand around your throat, can you?” He gruffed, your throat vibrating against his palm as you mewled.

“I see right through that bratty facade.” He growled. “You’ve been squirming since I got home. You like to see me in a bad mood, don’t you?”

You inhaled sharply, bashful now that he called your bluff. And maybe a bit guilty. You pouted, closing your eyes. It was wrong to push his buttons when you knew he already had a bad day.

“Yes, I know your little games. And all through dinner, I could smell that dripping cunt. I know what you really want. You just need to be fucked, don’t you? It’s all you can think about. My precious little girl has become a real cock-crazed slut.” He sighed while shaking his head scoldingly.

“D-Dadd-ah!” You were about to beg for forgiveness before he bent you over the counter, cutting off your plea with a soft yelp.

The cold marble shocked your blazing flesh. You moaned, still trying to catch your breath when you feel his fingers hook under the hem of your bottoms. He shucked them down your legs

His eyes burned into you as you quivered before him. A draft blew across the wet fabric of your panties, making your toes curl. His heavy hand trailed up the back of your bare thigh which gave you goosebumps.

“Look at the mess you’ve made of yourself, dirty girl. Does acting like a brat really get you this excited? Do you like seeing me this angry?” He chided as you whined.

It was hard for you to speak, all you could focus on was his teasing fingers tracing the seam of your underwear. You didn’t answer, not expecting him to sigh and rip your flimsy panties off like they were made of tissue paper. The brutal smack on your bare bum also came as a surprise. Your startled shriek rang through the otherwise quiet kitchen.

“Answer me, sunshine. You don’t want to test Daddy’s patience right now.” He huffed, squeezing your glowing ass cheek.

“Yes, I-I like it…” You muttered quietly, ashamed to say it out loud. He sneered in displeasure, and you grunted when he swatted you again.

“Louder, little girl. You were so brave a second ago, what happened?” He raised a brow.

You pouted, your bum stinging. He said he wouldn’t spank you. It’s only fun when you’re expecting it. The wetness growing between your folds said otherwise, however.

“I like acting like a brat, Daddy.” You whined clearly, shifting back and forth on your legs to relieve some of the pressure in your belly. “It gets me excited.”

“And why’s that, huh?” He grunted, needing to hear you say it.

“Because…” You whispered hesitantly, glancing away from him. “Because I-I wanted to make you mad. When you get mad, you’re rough with my… princess parts. And I love it.” Your voice became close to silent, this time he didn’t correct you.

Saying it out loud was embarrassing. This wasn’t the first time you had disobeyed to get the attention you wanted. And this surely wasn’t the first time he noticed. How humiliating. A small part of you was still relieved to finally admit it.

Clark narrowed his eyes. He knew he shouldn’t condone such behavior. Like all the times before this. But all he could think about was pounding your tight little princess hole so hard you screamed.

“Naughty girl. Instead of coming and asking Daddy nicely to fuck your desperate pussy, you decide to act out. Push me to the edge, until I have to punish you.” He chastised, the aching in his loins made his restraint weaken.

“Sorry, Daddy...” You huffed, peeking back at him with a pout.

He seemed to be debating something in his head. You swallowed nervously, your tongue coming out to lick your dry lips. He watched your mouth intensely. A groan rumbled in his throat as he blinked slowly. Then his gaze snapped back up to yours, his expression hardening once more.

“I shouldn’t be indulging in such naughty behavior, but you’re lucky I’m pent up from my day at work.” He grunted, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want. I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t have a single thought in that pretty little head. The only thing you’ll be able to think about is how I’m pounding that tight princess pussy.”

A quick slap to your clit shook you, crying out in surprise. You melted into a pitiful puddle of desire, your skin tingling as he rubbed your thighs and hips. His touch disappeared after giving your ass a hefty squeeze.

With your head still spinning, you looked back to see him working on unbuckling his belt. The metal clinked together. A sound that made you whimper. You unconsciously pushed your hips up, presenting to him. He wanted to chuckle at how needy his little girl was.

When you reached for him, he backed away so your hand fell. You gave him a big pout, even trying puppy dog eyes. Why was he teasing so much?

“Quit your pouting. You don’t get to decide the pace, little miss. That’s Daddy’s job. Now be a good girl and keep your hands to yourself.” He smirked.

He resumed pushing down his trousers. You moaned when his manhood fell out, already half hard and growing larger by the second. You wanted nothing more than to touch him. While you reached for him again, your fingers made a grabby gesture. It was paired with a frustrated whine.

He wouldn’t budge, stepping just out of your reach. He smirked before movement below his waist caught your attention. He had grabbed himself in his hand, casually squeezing from his base to his weeping tip.

Pearly white precum beaded out from the slit, making your mouth water. Your taste buds ached for a taste of him. You huffed to yourself, licking your lips to keep from drooling. He grinned.

“Is this what you want so bad, sweetheart? Is this what you’ve been fussing over, what’s got you so bratty? You’ve become addicted. Daddy’s cock has got you drooling. From here.” He grabbed your cheeks, pushing your lips together. You felt the saliva in your mouth start to drip out.

“And from here.” He let go of your jaw, reaching down to cover your mound in one large hand.

He groaned as you leaked onto his palm, stroking his fingers back and forth to coat his hand in your wetness. You twitched as he circled your oozing entrance with one thick digit. His thumb sought out your nub, putting pressure on the aching knot of nerves. You cried out softly, pushing your hips into his hand as he toyed with your most sensitive spot.

“Such a messy girl. Dripping all the way down to my wrist and I’ve barely touched you.” He chuckled, and you buried your head in your arms.

“Don’t get shy now, sweetheart. Daddy still has to fuck the naughtiness out of your drooly pussy. Right after I make you gush around my fingers like the nasty girl you are.”

You gasped as he sunk a finger into you. Your body seized, but it wasn’t enough. He clicked his tongue as you hiccuped and ground your hips against his one digit.

“Oh, poor girl. You’ve got yourself so worked up. My finger isn’t enough.” He cooed mockingly. “How about another? But it just won’t be enough until Daddy fucks you nice and hard, will it?”

You hide your face with a whine. He entered with a second finger, making you hiss. Your tight hole swallowed his fingers like it was starving. He dragged his digits in and out of you, the tips of his fingers scraping the delicate spot residing inside you. You moaned, lifting your head off the counter to tilt upwards towards the ceiling.

“That’s it, work yourself onto my fingers. You’re absolutely soaked. You’re going to make a puddle on the floor if you continue like this.” He laughed while looking down at his glistening hand and forearm.

A third finger joined the rest, stretching you as his thumb found your pleasure button. Your legs shook with the pace he set, the rubbing of your clit was in rhythm with his pummeling fingers. A groan left you, your eyes rolling back.

“Listen to that wet little pussy.” He beamed with a wild look in his eyes as your tightness squelched. “You’re going to do it, aren’t you? You’re going to make a mess all over, like the dumb little baby you are. Such a poor little thing, you can’t help it. Feels so good, doesn’t it?”

Sobbing, you nodded to everything he said. This got him to chuckle, the muscles in his bicep bulging as he fucked you with his fingers. He curled said fingers downward, knocking against the spot that made your heart stutter.

“Go ahead a cum, sunshine. Show Daddy you can still be a good girl and gush all over my hand.” He growled, his thumb winding tight circles as you mewled like a kitten. “So close, baby, just a little bit more… Theeere we go, good girl.”

He cooed as he felt you clench around his fingers, smirking as he knew what was about to happen. The wail you let out made your own ears hurt, but you couldn’t help it as you squirted all over his arm. You heard some of it hit the floor, as he anticipated.

You humped against his hand as he shook his fingers inside you, stretching your climax out for as long as he could. Your flesh had a light sheen of sweat, which Clark licked off your neck while nuzzling your shoulder.

“There’s a good girl. I knew you could do it. Maybe you’re not so naughty after all…” He hummed.

Your head snapped up when you felt the sensation of his hard member against your dewy petals. Instinctively, you pushed your hips up. This gave him a perfect angle to plunge into you as he teased the tip against your aching clit. You hiccuped as he groaned deeply, still hazy from your climax but you never forgot your need for him inside you.

“There she is, there’s my girl. Getting ready to take it in her little hole because she can’t seem to care about anything else. Beg for it. Go on. Daddy wants to hear you beg to get your tight pussy demolished.” He traced the head of his length up and down your slit, coating himself in the juices leaking from your core.

He teased your entrance, but never filled you like you wanted. A deep ache was building in your gut, tight and throbbing. It was beginning to hurt, being unsatiated for so long.

If he wanted you to beg, you would grovel at his feet. If that’s what it took for him to fuck you.

“Daddy, please.” You whined, swaying your hips back and forth. “I-I need to be fucked. ‘M all wet and achy down there… Need you to fuck me. Wreck my princess parts, Daddy, please! Demolish me-AGH!”

You interrupted yourself with a loud cry when he plunged into you in one deep thrust. It took little effort on his part, your tunnel lathered in your arousal made easy passage for his manhood. Your mouth dropped open as he claimed every inch of you from the inside.

A strangled gasp escaped your throat. It felt like the air was stolen from your lungs, only this time his hand wasn’t around your throat. The sheer size of him rendered you breathless.

“Look at that…” He murmured with adoration in his voice. He watched your face as all thoughts escaped you, becoming a panting and pliable doll for him.

“That’s really all you needed, sweetheart. You get Daddy’s cock inside of you and all the brattiness slips away, doesn’t it? It’s like your own kind of paci…” He murmured, chuckling under his breath when your walls fluttered around him.

He gave you no time to adjust, not that you really needed it. His thrusts were brutal, as promised. Your lips separated as a resounding cry forced its way from your chest. Finally, you got what you wanted. The euphoria was so strong, it was borderline painful.

With your face twisted, you tried to match his animalistic pounding. Soon, you found it too hard to keep up, so you arched your back and let him rail you. Clark found leverage with your hips, gripping them hard enough to cause bruises. He snarled, jaw clenching as his skin smacked against yours.

Your pussy gushed around the thick intrusion invading it. You could hear it when you paused your sobbing to catch your breath. He shivered behind you, his lip curling up in a cocky snicker as you listened to the harmony between your bodies.

“Do you hear that, little girl? Your poor little princess pussy is crying, she feels so sorry. What about you, huh? Are you sorry for being a bad girl?” He gripped your face in one hand, turning your head towards him.

The look in his eyes almost made you cum. His gaze was demented, obviously amused by your dazed expression. Your mouth hung open as you panted. You mewled, your hole never escaped his harsh thrusting.

“S-Sorry, Daddy! I’m sorry for being naughty! O-Oh, god!” You finished your sentence with a moan when he lifted one of your legs, holding it up to pound into you even deeper.

You trembled, your body feeling tight. The throbbing in your core accelerated to match your racing heart. You gasped, eyes rolling back in your skull.

He grabbed your throat and leaned forward to press his chest to your back. Your leg was forced higher, inevitability forcing him deeper. You squealed weakly, the sound was broken. He cooed at the noises you let out.

“You poor thing, Daddy sure has fucked you dumb. All you can do is whine and cry as I bust open that pretty cunt.” He hissed.

The filthiness of his words made your toes curl. Your walls involuntarily fluttered around his aching member. You gasped, the tingling in your core increasing.

“Please, please, I can’t. I can’t- M-Mm…” You whimpered frantically while pinching your eyes shut. It was becoming increasingly harder to hold on. You didn’t want to get into anymore trouble by cumming without his permission

“I know, sunshine. You’re so close, I can feel you clenching around me. Cum for me, little girl. Gush all over my fucking cock, you dirty whore.” He snarled, sending vibrations straight to your aching pussy.

You came with a loud sob, heat washing over you as his words pushed you over the edge. Your lips fell open, but you were oblivious to the sounds you were making. Your ears were ringing as you rode your orgasm.

Meanwhile, your husband chased his high with your convulsing pussy. Your sweet moans rang in his ears. His pace stuttered for only a moment before he bottomed out and painted your cervix white. You shuddered in sync with him, his seed hot inside your walls. Clark bucked his hips, making sure to give you all he had as his balls jerked upwards.

He eventually stopped his movements, resting inside you. You could hear him exhale as you stayed bent over the counter, still catching your breath. The sensation of his hands rubbing up and down your sides relaxed you, making you give a satisfied smile.

He chuckled, his hand coming up to stroke your cheek. All traces of anger were gone from his perfectly sculpted face.

“Thank you for that, sunshine. I really needed it.” He hummed as you cooed and nuzzled his palm.

“Glad to help, Daddy.” You preened.

“You still need a real punishment for saying such bad words…” He trailed off as dragged himself out of your tender core. Both of you moaned.

With your legs spread wide, he pulled your cheeks apart, giving him a perfect view of your creampie. He growled with a playful smirk.

“How about a bath for the messy girl and then an early bedtime with Daddy. I’m not done with you just yet.” He chuckled and spanked you lightly on the behind, causing you to jump, more of his cum slipping out of you.

You giggled, bending back up to book it towards the bedroom half naked. He chased after you with a grin that told you were in for a long night of “punishment”.

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