#HENRY CAVILL X WOC READER

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WC:4.7k+ GIF by gay-bucky-barnes

dark!Sherlock X reader

{warnings: NONCON/DUBCON!! reader is sold!! mentions of prostitution in Victorian era!! misogyny!! age gap!! blood but not a lot at all!! dirty talk!! virginity loss!! breeding kink!! insane Sherlock!! murder!! like this is dark baby!! manipulation!! brainwashing?/Stockholm syndrome!! kind of a sugar daddy?!! dacryophillia!! spitting!! }

Sherlock was accustomed to lady company quite often but the problem was the fact he didn't get satisfaction from any of the the ladies. After every intimate moment he shared, a numbness settled over him faster than he expected and he would lay there miserable all while his company was perfectly satisfied.

Sherlock heaved a sigh over his problem. He didn't want to be detached from his emotions during sex anymore. He craved to be wrapped up in pure bliss with the overwhelming feelings of love too. And that was apparently too hard for the detective to find. So he had decided to take on this problem like a case.

He stood at his desk staring down at the chart of paper. He needed someone who would fit his type perfectly, and even he didn't know what it was. He grunted frustrated over this. That didn't help him get any closer. By the time he had decided to just look at a local whorehouse, convinced that there would be a lady there who would help him due to their experience, night had fallen over the London streets.

Sherlock grabbed his coat and left his cane behind, trying his hardest not to be noticed by any that would recognise him. He headed down to the pleasure house that is simply known as 'THE PINK STRAWBERRY.' Apparently there, all the women smelt and tasted of strawberries and Sherlock was positively excited to see if this was true. He entered the establishment, allowing his eyes to drag along the men that were sat in the velvet chairs.

He headed to the desk where a man dressed in a dark 3 piece sat. He looked up at Sherlock and smiled. "What can I get ya' sir?" He spoke nasily and it made Sherlock irritated yet he hid it, determined to solve his issue. "Do you have anything new? Any new deals? Anything intriguing?" The man looked around before looking Sherlock up and down. "You ain't a pig are ya'?" He whispered the question and Sherlock leaned forward, "I am not." Technically not a lie, he was a detective not a police officer after all.

"Good then. I got a new deal indeed. A new girl just came in. Innocent as can be. Naive and dumb, perfect for molding. You can have her for the night. Or you can have her forever at the right price." Sherlocks interest peaked as he thought about the offer. The molding part definitely appealed to him. Don't get Sherlock wrong he was glad that feminism was making a move into society, but he needed a submissive wife. He had worked hard and supported enough so he deserved a reward.

"I'd have to meet her." The man stared at Sherlock suspiciously before he heaved out a sigh and slid a key to him. "You get five minutes. And then it's decision time. Got it?" The man stated it all firmly all while staring Sherlock down. "Understood sir." With the agreement made the man directed Sherlock to the room where this new woman was.

He unlocked the door feeling his palms slightly sweaty from nerves and excitement over the prospect that there might be someone by his side soon. He kept his eyes on the floor as he entered the room and then turned to close the door, preparing himself to see you. He turned and his breath was instantly knocked out of his chest.

You sat in the messy silk sheets. Clad in a white nightgown that was short on you and only just hid your lady parts. The sexy lingerie pushed your breasts together perfectly and you looked like an angel. Your hair framed your face perfectly and your big doe eyes stared up at him questioningly. Scared even. He scanned the rest of you, your lips were big and plush, your skin looked soft and your legs looked positively sexy to him.

Sherlock moved to the bed and sat in front of you, cooing as you slowly moved away from him, cautious of the strange man. "Do not worry angel. I am not here to hurt you. I wish to get to know you. My name is Sherlock, what is yours my darling?" You continued to stare up at him with those big eyes, mesmerising him. You whispered your name to him, your voice a melody to his ears. He repeated your name, feeling his heart flutter over how he pronounced every syllable of your name and how it would perfectly match up with his last name.

You stared at the hulking form of the man that sat on the edge of your bed. He was handsome yet he intimidated you. His eyes were a beautiful cold stormy blue, yet the way they observed you made you uneasy. It was like he knew everything about you just from a glance. His dark brown locks looked so soft and you couldn't help be drawn into the contrast of how he looked both hard and soft at the safe time. His broad shoulders and muscular arms that were tight against his suit had you squirming over how he looked almost godly. He was a specimen of a man, but you knew he was here for something you had tried to save. Your virginity.

"Is it okay if I call you angel?" He asked gently soothing you to a degree and you nodded your head at him. Still keeping your eyes on him. "You know angel, I was given an offer to buy you. I can get you out of this place and keep you safe and warm. All you'd have to do is be my wife. I can assure you there are no bad intentions behind this. I simply wish for a pretty girls company." His voice was soft the whole time and he allowed himself to reach out and hold your small soft hand in his large one. Embracing the size difference between the two of you and how he would have to go easy on you.

"I-I wanna get out of here. But I don't even know you sir. How can I trust you?" Your curious gaze lingered on him and he smiled softly bringing your hand to his lips and placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles. "You just have to trust me angel. You can ask me anything you want and I shall answer." You examined him and his soft demeanour trying to conclude if it was fake or real.

"O-okay. Why do you want a wife sir? You're already h-handsome enough. I am confused as to why you've come to a whorehouse to find a wife. It's almost ironic." Sherlock chuckled at your mumbles. "I need someone pliable to my needs. I've struggled with connecting my emotions to sexual activities so I'm seeking an emotional bond first. A whorehouse is where women are used to finding a man's pleasure, I believed they helped me. And indeed they have, they've brought me to you."

You blushed at his words, yet you remained confused over them. You had no idea what to expect from the hulking man and if you rushed into a relationship with him, you were scared of where you'd end up.

"Can I confess something Mr. Sherlock?" He resumed his soft smile allowed his gaze to soften too. "Ofcourse angel, anything to keep hearing your heavenly voice." You blushed at him before bringing your gaze to his, allowing your eye contact to hypnotise him. "How do I know you won't hurt me?" Sherlock got off the bed before he kneeled down with his hand on his heart staring up at you in the bed from his bowing position and spoke confidently. "I promise you, I would never raise my fist at a woman and I would most certainly never even dream of hurting you angel." You smiled finally and nodded at him.

He stood up and resumed his place on the bed, allowing his final few minutes of getting to know you be filled with you shy mumbles of what you liked and who you are. A knock on the door startled you and he placed a large hand on your leg comforting you. The door then opened revealing the man from the front of the house.

He started displeased of Sherlocks hand on you thigh and spoke loudly and confidently. "So, do we have a deal?" Sherlock turned his head to look at you and you stared at him. You saw his eyes scanning your reaction and you looked away with a blush, not wanting to give away the fact that you were hopeful to be leaving here and even excited to become a wife. Sherlock grinned at your shyness. "Yes we do have a deal." And with that Sherlock threw a bag stuffed with coins and notes at the man making him gasp at the amount inside.

Sherlock turned to you, and grinned making you smile too. "Come angel, let's go home."

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Adjusting to life with the detective was a hard one, a terrifying one. You never really agreed to be with Sherlock, you felt like a cattle being sold off to the next consumer where you would eventually be slaughtered and devoured. You were forever grateful to God above for saving you from marrying Sherlock as he had no time at the moment or the coming moments to take your hand.

He had often argued with himself over it and you stood looking at him. You remember when you came into his office and saw him staring at his chalk board filled with writing and conclusions and you heard his frustrated mumbles clearly. "Stupid fucking pricks. I will marry her, she will be mine and that'll show them. I'll make sure she's fucking filled with my kids, so that then you can't deny letting me marry her. And I'll ofcourse get kids. What a perfect scenario." You gulped and tiptoed away terrified.

You were often alone at Baker Street, staring longingly out of the window trying to figure a way out of this hell hole. Yes Sherlock never raise his hand at you but his insults were vile and left you heartbroken and self conscious. He often reprimanded you for ending up in the whorehouse rather than waiting for him, and when you went to respond about your father selling you he would cut you off with a glare filled with a darkness that filled your stomach with dread.

Because of the long periods of time being locked up in his house, you had become accustomed to the lay out and began to hatch out a plan of escape. You had to plan it carefully making sure that the detective didn't suspect and that you were 2 steps ahead of him. You mapped out the floorboards and the windows, even single structure of the place and began planning any route that would lead you to the streets where you would bolt and never look back.

After you had planned four pathways perfectly so that even the mighty Sherlock Holmes wouldn't even suspect, earth shattering news was given to you. You see while you thought you were cautious and cunning, you were actually sloppy. Sherlock noticed every move you made, he overlooked your plans while you slept and chuckled at how silly they were. From going under the floor boards to jumping out the window.

He knew he had to find a way to discourage this, afterall he had spent money on you and was promised a moldable doll that would fulfill his needs. And don't get him wrong, he was most definitely attached to you emotionally. Everything you did drove him crazier in love with you. From something as simple as you gentle morning breathing when you were at peace to your more fiery moods when you were planning an escape erratically. He loved your passion, your gentleness and your ever growing desires to escape.

See he also had a plan too which would boost his love for you and unite you both. Yet first he had to discourage you, crush you. And he did this by killing your parents, making sure it ended up in the newspaper where he then gave it to you. He watched with sadistic pleasure as your eyes filled with tears over their deaths. Yet he did not predict you throwing yourself into his arms and sobbing.

You longed for some form of comfort, even if it was with the man that held you prisoner. His arms were warm and for a small second that bled into a week, you felt safe. You felt comforted grieving in his arms, he promised to take care of you and he had. He was. "My Angel, you know that I adore you. I will keep you safe forever, you just have to stop fighting. Let yourself fall into being Mrs. Holmes and I'll promise you whole the world." He whispered gently into the crown of your hair, you hummed, your throat aching from crying so loudly.

And after hearing his words of adoration, you let yourself sink into him. Into his love and his comfy and soon he began surprising you. He brought you home beautiful dresses, jewelry. Anything you wished for he would bring to you. It was then that Sherlock realised the key to your heart was through money and beautiful things, so he decided to spoil you in hopes to catch you when you fell deeply in love with him.

He remembers the time he got you to wear your potential wedding dress. A long white dress covered in lace with long arms. You walked out shyly and coughed quietly. Sherlock turned and his mouth opened slightly, his eyes widened slightly and a blush coated his cheeks. With quick firm steps, he headed towards you and placed his large hands on your waist. You looked down meekly, mumbling, "What do you think?" Sherlock brought his hand up to your chin, tilting your head up to look into his eyes. He flashed you a charming smile before he gently spoke with passion and love swirling around his eyes. "You look perfect angel. Truly sent from heaven."

All too soon you found yourself surrounded by gold and rubies, and as beautiful as they shined, but it only helped prolonged the aching in your heart. The need to run free and choose your own fate began to rise up in your blood again and you began devising your escape again. And Sherlock caught on immediately feeling his heart ache that his gifts weren't enough to satisfy you. But it was no matter, you would be thankful soon, you would worship him for the gifts he bought you.

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Tonight was the night that you escaped. You were ready, Sherlock had told you he would be working late and you faked a pout and spoke gently, "I hope you hurry home soon, I get lonely with you honey." To which he placed a kiss on your forehead and then on your lips before rubbing your noses together and replied in his soft gruff voice, "Don't worry angel, I'll be with you sooner than you think." And then he headed out the door locking it.

You looked outside and saw the darkness spread down the streets and the with a sigh, you dragged yourself to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. You were prepared to fight for your freedom. You stared in the mirror, you were dressed in your comfiest dress and you were thankful you took your corset and other accessories off. You put on sensible shoes and then heaved a breath in and out and started to undo the window lock. You heard a click and smiled.

You got up and pushed yourself out of it so that you were sat on the ledge. A cool breeze swept past you and you breathed it in. You looked down your heart hammering at the giant drop that you faced. There was a large bin beneath you thankfully yet you were still terrified. You closed your eyes and pushed off the ledge suppressing your scream the best you could. When you peaked your eyes open you saw your in the large dumpster and saw that many pillows were stacked in here to cushion your landing.

Your blood turned cold at this and you quickly scrambled out. You fell out and as you pulled yourself up, you heard the familiar taps of a cane. Sherlock knew. You froze and turned to stare at him. His face was blank and he stared at you. He spoke clearly. "You may have thought you were 2 steps ahead of me angel. But I am always a leap ahead of you. So I give you the choice. Go back to our room and your punishment won't be that bad and I will forgive you for your temporary lapse in judgement."

A pause played between the two of you and you felt tears gather in your eyes. You had come so far, you were so close. You waited for him to speak feeling your heart hammer. With a heavy sigh from Sherlock, he spoke again, his voice deepening a warning evident in his tone. "And if not, then try running and see what will happen angel. Because I can promise you, I will tear your wings off and break your halo before you can even apologize."

Your heart raced and you slowly turned gulping. You had worked too hard and with that one thought playing through your mind you sprinted and a dark laughter soon followed you. And before you could even make it to the first lamp post you were tackled onto the ground by his hulking figure. He spoke hotly into your ear, "I warned you. Now you're gonna deal with the consequences." He pulled you up over his shoulder and stomped to your shared apartment. He kicked the door down and the kicked it closed.

He stormed to the bedroom and threw you onto the bed. You gasped trying to catch your breath from crying and the fear that was vibrating in your chest. You watched as he quickly stripped from his clothes in anger. His predatory gaze settling on you immediately after his cock sprang free. You couldn't bring yourself to look at it. Instead you continued begging with your eyes to stop this but you were only met with his cold, dominating gaze.

"Strip." He said, his voice a hiss. You shook your head crying more. "Do it or I'll do it for you." You let out a pitiful sob and within seconds he was upon you and tore your dress open. Buttons popped off and seams torn, your breasts spilled free and within a few moments of them being exposed, Sherlock brought his head down and took a nipple into his mouth. Licking and sucking it, you felt yourself grow wet for him yet you held back your moans. A squeal left your lips as he quickly bit your nub and smirked. All the hike his thumb was pinching and caressing the other.

He pulled away and stared down at your tits. "Just wait til these are full of milk for our children. Your breasts will get so heavy, and I'll happily hold them. Fuck this little body is so perfect. Pretty tits to match your pretty face. I can't wait to mark them up with my bites and my cum. And don't give me any crybaby shit, this was your choice whore."

He soon tore the rest of your dress off followed by the rest of your clothing. You quickly tried to shield yourself but he was too fast. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head and smiled wickedly at seeing your naked body on display to him. You slowly brought your gaze down his body, getting wet at the sight of his muscular arms and his chiseled body. And then staring in shock over his big cock. It was long and girthy. A prominent vein running from the bottom to just under the tip.

Sherlock settled between your legs, you were hip to hip and with a grunt, he grabbed his cock, and slid it up and down your folds before pushing into you ripping the air from your lungs and replacing it with a scream which was quickly muffled by Sherlock's massive hand. He stared down at where you both connected and groaned feeling your pussy tighten around him trying to lubricate itself around his massive cock.

"Fuck. You're tight little pussy is fucking perfect. So warm, so tight. It's fucking hugging my cock. Your pussy is a big a whore as you. You wanted this, you wanted me to fuck you. You wanted me to shove my big cock into your little pussy. Awwh look at your tears, you look like such a slut. Maybe that's why you were in the whitehouse, cause you're just a fucking slut."

He looked down at you and smirked and your closed eyes, he moved his hand from your mouth to your chin and then pried your lips open with his thumb and then spat into your mouth. He then held himself up with one hand, remaining perfectly still letting you adjust to his cock. He then spat on two fingers and brought them down to you clit and began rubbing viciously. He then stared down at you again and pressed his mouth to yours.

He swallowed your groans and moan and let his tongue swipe around you mouth letting him taste every part of you before pulling away while sucking on your tongue. When he pulled a way a wire of spit attached you both for a second before it broke and splattered on your face. He smirked and the felt how wet you were and licked from your cheek to your temple. You fluttered your eyes closed until his hand gripped your jaw, and took away the small bit of pleasure you were feeling. You stared up at him mortified.

"You will look at me. Understood, I'm warning you. You keep your pretty eyes on me. With your fucking pretty crocodile tears. You keep looking at me or else it will get worse. I'd hate to lay my hands on your pretty face an leave a nasty mark there."

He then began to rock his hips and let his thrusting start slow and steady. Letting your virgin cunt get used to his cock and his thrusting. He moved his gaze from your eyes to where he was in you. As he pulled out he saw bits of blood on his cock and he groaned feeling a sense of glory over taking your virginity. And after he felt that glory he let himself go and began thrusting with wild abandon.

"You were a fucking virgin. God that's so fucking perfect. My good girl. You saved this cunt for me didn't you. Ofcourse you did, you had no idea what to do with it until you met me. This is my cunt now. I'm gonna cum in it, so it's fucking mine!"

You began moaning and whining feeling bliss wrap around you everywhere. You brought you legs up to knot around his hips, needing more of him even though you didn't want more. Your small hands travelled to his broad back and began scratching it, needing to grasp something to hold onto reality from the pleasure you were feeling. You felt the knot in your stomach and unwinding and then you finally felt go and came all over his cock with moan that echoed in his head.

He placed his head in your neck and planted kissed and sucks everywhere. Covering you in his love bites and the pure fact that you were purely his in that moment nudged him closer to his climax. And then he felt your pretty pussy flutter around his cock and cum all over it. And soon he lost control and came in you. Making sure to fill you up and not let one bit go to waste.

"Fuck did so good. Did perfect. Gonna make me a father aren't you. Such a perfect little angel, such a good girl for carrying all my kids. Did so fucking good taking my cock, gonna get a ring on that finger tomorrow and then I'm gonna fuck you until you can't think of anything but me. My angel. Gonna make you love me as much as I love you."

He laid on top of you and peppered your face in kisses, whispering things into your ears that you didn't hear as you were too blissed out and were close to falling asleep while he still had his cock in you. You let your eyelids close and your breathing slow as you drifted to sleep with Sherlocks cum dribbling out of you.

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You and Sherlock had moved into a much more spacious home and it was truly wonderful. The garden was big and filled with flowers and he would pick one single flower a day and present it to you before explaining the meaning. You were positively drowning in his love. So much so that you had stopped fight against it and allowed yourself to sink into it. And in return you gave Sherlock all the love in your heart too, allowing for your mind to be vacant with everything except Sherlock and your family.

Enola adored staying over to play with her nieces and nephews. In total you and Sherlock had 5 children, not counting the one that was currently in your stomach. With 3 strong boys and 2 gorgeous girls it seemed like life was complete. Enola taught them key things even if they were little, but they understood. You blamed that on Sherlocks genes afterall he was the smart one.

Speaking of, you just heard the front door close and the sudden parade of small feet dash down the hall to see their father. You giggled and continued making dinner for everyone all while pregnant and a baby in your hip. Little James was quite the mother's boy and he was clingy. Yet they all were at his age. He babbled to you as you stirred the stew, he listed colours and insects trying his hardest to remember what insect came out of a cocoon.

You heard the childish laughter getting closer and the heavy footsteps of you husband. Sherlock watched you, absolutely mesmerized by how perfect of a mother and wife you were. Don't get him wrong he still supported the feminist notion slowly rising, but he could not bring himself to allow you to do any of it. Seeing you as a reward for all his hard work. He drew his attention to James sat on your hip listening to his confused babbles.

"A butterfly my dear James." Your son's eyes lit up and you gently placed him down for him to wobbly toddle towards his dad for his daily cuddles. You smiled content at the homely and domestic atmosphere. You zoned out looking at the blue sky, still stirring the stew, completely missing Sherlock dismissing your children to go and wait in the dining room.

With gentle steps, Sherlock curled himself around you, and you leaned back into him and turned your head up and slightly turned it, and he placed a soft gentle kiss on you lips and gazed into your eyes lovingly. "How were the children, Mrs.Holmes?" You smiled, "Enola came over and kept them busy drawing, yet James decided to cling to my side and question me as to why my stomach has gotten so big."

Sherlock chuckled and moved his large hand up to your stomach cradling your pregnant belly. He placed a soft kiss in the crook of your neck before gently whispering, "And how are you my love, is our little one treating you okay?" You sighed happily feeling peace radiate through your bones and into Sherlocks. "I'm fine, they were kicking up a storm this morning but I think that's because they weren't ready for daddy to leave for work."

He hummed, "I apologize my angel. Truly, this one is going to be a little devil and I think that's my fault entirely." He said smugly. You giggled at him, and allowed him to keep cuddling you as you made dinner and settled into your husbands embrace and his dark love.

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“SUCCESFUL MISSION”

DAD!HENRY CAVILL x FAMOUS!PHOTOGRAPHER!BLACK!READER BASE OFF OF THE POLL I POSTED MOSTLY EVERYTHING IS ABOUT HALF OF 50% BUT DAD!HENRY HAS THE MOST, IDK FOR SURE BUT ILL TRY TO AT LEAST, STILL DO ALL OF THEM BUT LETS SEE HOW IT GOES :). (POLL DOESN'T END UNTIL FEBRUARY 12TH) FLUFF

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SUMMARY;

picture you a busy working woman, who travels most of the time, you better famous, and popular but not as popular as the family you met on the airplane,, and not just that the pretty faces you get to speak to and numbers you've given to the little ones.

WARNING !

nothing I think, small talk, children (toddlers)?, airplane, mentions of being famous and stuff, hookup(not rlly) flirting, the little girls being adorable :) blonde haired baby = Callie and Brown haired baby = Autumn.

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YOUR BUSINESS HAS BEEN FLOWING HEAVENLY GOOD, you been traveling around a lot, keeping your fans updated on instagrams and twitter, going to meet and greets and other famous stuff the people go to.

You were in California right now, and in the airport to fly to New York to attend some business, but lucky enough you didn't even notice a curly headed male and two toddlers coming along on the same airplane as yourself.

It were so busy, and trying to take focus you didn't notice them at all, but hey work needed to get done.

You sat by the open walkway while you allowed the other person sat by the window.

You'd been on about five different phone calls, three different papers you had written on and about 7 different times you opening up your laptop and connecting your camera to it and viewing, sending and saving photos from the camera.

You were so focus, wanting and having to get this work done you didn't even notice the whispering right across from you and the looks you were given on the other side of the plane.

"That right there is a famous photographer named, Y/N Y/L/N.., isn't she pretty?" Henry whispered to the two little ones siting next to her.

The blonde headed one turned her head fast as hell to get a good look like the pretty lady her father was talking about.

The brown haired one laughed as she pointed at you and said "Th-tat won..? da-addy.. th..tat won!?"

Henry's face full of embarrassment as he choo'd at the young girl for her to stop being loud, "Oooo daddy got a b-big fawt cruwsh on a jiiirl"

Henry looked at the blonde pointing a finger at her to shush as they laughed a giggle even more which caught her attention.

You made eye contact with the brown haired girl as she smiled and giggle at you which exposed a big sweet looking smile from you towards her.

She motioned her hands to you, a heart and pointed at her father which made you pay more attention as her dad brushed her off, "Stop that Autumn.. you going to freak her out."

You just laughed at the girl not even noticing her father just as you turned you head away.

You finally finished more of your work as you were hearing the two little ones babbling around about something,

You figured out to ignore it and mind your business as you used the tv on the seat and picked out a movie, finding dory which was you new favorite Disney show.

Before you could press play, the blonde haired toddler was in the walkway right by your knee..

You smiled at her as you questioned and asked, "Hello there princess, can I help you..?"

She just started up at you for a while before looking back at her sister and then at you.

"Daddy's innn-the t-t-toilet and.. mwe and swissy can-wt!" she complained, dragging her works before stomping her feet as she was embarrassed but trying her best.

You figured she was only about 1or close to 3, still needing speak lessons but was trying her best, you just talked to her as she was a normal child oldest to speak proper, ignoring all the mispronounces and the stuttering.

"You can't what sweetheart?" you said in a smoothing voice wanting to calm her down a bit.

She looked down at you lap for a moment seeing the route for the tv seat, but didn't say a word just pointed at the screen and back at you.

You smiled at you and question, "You and your sissy can watch finding dory?"

She nodded with a adorable pouty lips as you hand out to see if she'll let you carry her, which she gladly accepted snuggling into your embrace and laying her head on your shoulder.

You got to their original seats as you were introduced to the brown haired baby who looked quiet familiar,

You ended brushing it off and greeting the child, "Hi there sweet pea.. your sitting over here all alone like angel, could me and princess.." you paused looking at the toddler in your arms

"Mmm-my nawe iws caw-collie" she says in small pauses, which makes you proud.

"Right, Ms. Y/L/N, and Princess Callie has request to sit with you, madam." you cheered to the chubby toddler,

As she clapped her hands and nodded, "C-callie.., Aw-Autummmn!" she slurred as she point at the toddler in your hands and then at herself.

You sat in their fathers sit with Callie between your legs with the brown headed girl, Autumn was in her own seat.

Not for long tho, you quickly got on Disney plus, searching for something to put on for the both of them just as you heard babbling and cries coming from them both.

"Stawp!.. no! Stawpppp ii..it!" one called out, "nooooo youuuu stAWP!" the other yelled out right after louder

You looked down at both seeing the blonde pushing her sister off of you, trying to keep you all for herself.

You chuckled which caught their attention as they pouted loudly.

The chubby toddler had wet tears coming from out her eyes, a silent sob coming him her as you watched her puffy cheeks turn a bright red,

You put your hands out for her to grab ahold of you as you choo'd at her to not cry, "Oh no.. no need to cry sweet girl,"

"They're enough of me to go around to both of you, okay?" They both just stared at you for a while before you smiled and tickled them both.

"That's the lesson for today, sharing is caring, okay we're on the same level right?" they finally got it with the small giggles that were still coming out of their mouth, they nodded their heads at your question,

You settled Callie back between your lap again, and Autumn on your thigh as she laid her head on your breast relaxing herself.

You were surprise on there attachment on you, which caused you to wonder did they a female figure or even a motherly figure in their life to provide them.

You got your answer quickly as you felt how clingy they were if you only moved a little inch, it was as if they thought you were going to be leaving them very soon,

They ended up calming down, stop whining, clinging on to you as if you were their own mother for them to keep, but you didn't mind.

You guys problem were watching the movie for about a half of 30 minutes when you figured that their father was maybe busy with a phone call.

That thought left you mind as you felt a device slap across your thigh and stopped the young girl from trying to do a password for a phone,

You laughed, "Can I see that Callie.. I'll give it back-I promise."

She gave you the phone just as you opened it you were presented to the lock screen which was a picture of a celebrity.. but not any celebrity the celebrity whose attention you've been wanting for a while, the CELEBRITY YOU WERE CRUSHING ON FOR A WHILE NOW.

You see the picture of Henry Cavill, with Callie clinging to his chess as he held her, and Autumn's legs hanging on his shoulders as she had her head laid on top of his,

They all looked identical by the face, Henry and Autumn looking alike the most by them both having that brown curly texture hair while Callie stood out a little with her dirty-blonde but curly hair.

You were particularly drooling over the picture.. he was such a dilf, like some kind of geek god.

before you knew it, and before you tried,,

You opened your mouth to ask the girls a question just as the brown haired twin called out, "Daddy! hewwooooo daddy!"

The shock-ness written all over you face as you quickly turned your head meeting Henry's eyes as he is staring at you.

"I foo-found cruwsh dada.. see!" You eyes were turning toward him and then the children in you lap, you were all shaken and nervous.

You were trying to from sentences but nothing was working at all, you were so embarrassed-"Sorry.. fuck- this is a mistake.. uhh., I didn't even know they were yours!" you bit your lip,

The girls in your lap were laughing and giggling with those adorable toddler voices and giggles, you could feel your heart racing and your brain melting in seconds.

"It's fine, Y/N.. we seen you when we first arrived on the plane you know, I told them about you." He said as he walked more towards the seat exposing what he had in his hand, "Snawk!!"

You looked down at his hand seeing a bag of Cheetos puffs and two of the baby food puffs.

Just as you felt something missing on you lap, Autumn was about to fall as she was sliding down you lap and pass he sister.

You quickly grabbed her cradling her in your arms as you started to feel a increase in your breath, "Jesus Christ, you almost scared me princess, you got to be careful."

Autumn nodded and apologized, "Sowwy,"

Just as you felt a body slide in next to yours it was Henry, he was so close to you, most likely could even hear his breathing.

"You really good with kids."

You smiled at his words and hummed as you turned the hand with his phone to him, "Callie was close to disabling it.. so I took it."

He claimed it was fine before he unlocked his phone and gave it to the young girl who smiled and mumbled a small "Thank you daddy!"

Which made you and him smile as Autumn pouted a little puffing out her cheeks as she looked back up at you guys.

"Hi Auttie, would you like to play on my phone?" you asked move her hair before her ear as Henry punch her cheek making her move a little as she looks back up at you and nods.

You smile at her before pulling you phone out and doing you password and giving her the phone on YouTube.

You intend to look around and the two kids in your lap, you adore them, just as a voice broke your thoughts, "So, how have you been?"

You looked up at Henry who was already staring at you, smiling as you looked back into his eyes with fiery cheeks.

"I've been okay you know, this whole famous stuff is new to me but I'm working my way though you know." you replied back removing you eyes from and looking out the window.

Henry cleared out his throat before mumbling, "You very pretty."

Which snapped you right out of your thoughts, "Huh,?"

You both turned, facing each other as he tried to avoid your eyes as they were staring down at him, "I said.., your very beautiful and pretty.."

You let out a small laugh and blinked at him before smiling even harder, "Im sorry, sorry-Your an attractive man as well.. all big and strong-which!, Which is a good thing of course!"

Before he could reply back, the babies on your lap were tapping your thigh and hip like crazy to get your attention.

"Y..Y/N, looka!" one started shoving the phone in your face so you can get a better look, "You-cawn have daddy's nwumber!" Autumn called out as she showed you,

your phone on the contacts app..

Callie giggled up a storm as she showed her daddies phone with a random contact and a picture that was really recently.

A picture of the 4 of you, Callie and Autumn in your lap and Henry looking at you loveably and you looking at the Children with a very kind heart.

"Oh Jesus!", you called out as you spotted the phone, "Cal, Auttie.. that isn't Y/N's number girls."

You called to them as Henry watched you, transform into a parental figure for his sweet girls.

"There that's my number okay, you guys are going to call me whenever you can right?" you smiled at the girls in your lap.

They quickly nodded and cheered, "suwccesful mi..mmisson!" they said in sync

"Sorry about that, you can delete my number later."

"No, no it's fine, I'll keep it for whenever they want to be near you, honey." Henry said quickly as you were in shock as he kissed your cheek and let you kiss his daughters forehead.

Before you knew it the plane was landing, you left from their seat shortly after the announcement, and grabbed your lounge which you were helped by Henry as he came in right behind you.

He even helped you find a cab, and place your bags in the trunk, him and his girls were all to sweet and kind to you,

you were most definitely going to miss it, and hoped they'd call you soon.

Once you got home and gotten settled in, you notifications went off on your phone, a message from 'Dada-Henry' you smiled at the contact name before opening the message,

^ ‘the girls said they miss you already, I miss you also.’

You smiled at the message before falling onto your bed and hitting the FaceTime button.

_________

ANY MISTAKES/MISSPELLS TELL ME.

[saber-monet]

[i-try-to-write-stuff]

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[deexchanel]

BM3

Please Read BM and BM2 before reading; thanks.

Word Count: 2,517

Pairing: Chris Evans x BlackFem!OC

Warning: Swearing, Angst, Drinking.

Summary: Reality always comes back and bites you in the asss.

A/N: You know I had to double it.

Karma ~ Summer Walker is the vibe for this.

“Chris…”

The familiar voice made Chris quickly pull back. There stood Minka with a red face and tear stained cheeks.

Shit.

“Why am I watching you kiss your baby's mother after you told me you were at your daughter's birthday party?” Minka looked between them. Chris was lost for words because he didn’t even know she was coming.

“What are you doing here Minka?”

She gave them a dry laugh, “You really want to sit here and answer my question with a question, wow.” Her eyes flickered from him to Ryelle.

“I’m just going to leave; give Lively to me.”Ryelle just had enough of tonight already. Minka on the other hand, the night was just getting started for her. “Leave? Do you think your home-wrecking ass is just going to leave bitch?? No! Ain’t nobody leaving until I get fucking answers!” She made her way closer to Ryelle, aiming to hurt her.

Chris quickly handed Lively off and then caught Minka in his arms. “No! Wait Minka!”

Lively began to cry from the quick movement. Ryelle just got in the car, holding her daughter to her chest. Now at this point, Minka is knocking on the window while yelling.“Get out the fucking car!”

“Minka chill-”

“Chill? How the fuck can I chill when I find my fiancé sucking faces with his baby momma?! I can’t believe you Chris!” Minka pushed him away from her. Ryelle cranks up the car then pulls off leaving them to argue.

“We were going to talk Minka, I had got caught up being with Lively.”

“I thought you loved me, why would you do this to me?”

“I do love you, but this relationship makes me feel like I’m not myself. I feel like I’m big-time actor Chris Evans and not Christoper. That’s not how I want to feel for the rest of my life.” He maintained eye contact in hopes that Minka would listen for once.

“Okay and that’s when you communicate with me! I’m your future wife.” She crossed her arms.

“You’re saying that like it’s easy when the person I’m trying to communicate with doesn’t even listen to me!” Chris then takes a huge breath. Throughout this whole argument, Ry stayed on his mind.

“I do listen!” Minka tries to argue. She knows that she is treating him right so he can't put his actions on her. Well, that's what she thinks.

Chris shook his head knowing that she didn’t understand him, “Minka how did you get here?”

“Emeri brought me because we were trying to surprise you guys. I was going to show you that I’m wiling to be a step mother. Henry’s location checked in for here.”

—-

Leilani sat on the hood of Henry’s all-black Mercedes while he stood between her legs. They waited for Chris to call so he could let them know when to leave. They sat in the car first but since it had been a minute waiting on their call, they got out.

“You calm now love?”

“Yes, but it’s just I get so worked up about my sister when she’s fucked with for no reason. Then again, I didn’t want to hit my mother.”

“I’d most definitely be that about my siblings as well. You are very good to your sister.”

“Thank you.” She spoke softly, giving him a tired smile.

The orange light shining above from the street lamp had her beautiful dark skin showing. Henry being taller had a perfect view of everything. He gave a her a kiss on the forehead.

A car a few feet away jams on breaks catching both their attention, a brunette rapidly gets out the car. Recognizing the car and woman, Henry steps back making way to her. “I can explain.”

His girlfriend of 3 years stared at him with tears falling down from her eyes. “Fuck you Henry.”

Leilani stood up from the car, intrigued on who this is. He turns around throwing her his car keys, “Get my car to Ryelle’s house.”

“W-What? W-Where are you-”

Her questions went ignored as Henry put the brunette in the passenger seat then gets in the driver seat pulling off. This happened so fast that Leilani didn’t piece the puzzle together just yet. She got into the driver side of the expensive car and just sat there for a second after cranking it up.

Then it clicked, this is his car. Quickly, she shuffled through his arm rest, a holder that held his folders and even under the seat until she checked the glove compartment. Bingo.

Hair ties, lipgloss, panties, and makeup for a quick re fix along with pictures of them being together. Tears fell as she flipped through the photos knowing that was the answer she sought.

“I’m falling in love with a man that is in a relationship. I’m so stupid!”

She lets out a frustrated scream repeatedly hitting the steering wheel. " I'm so fucking stupid ugh!.” Blood dripped from her hands but to her the pain felt good.

—

I told you, you better stay prayed up

You never thought the universe be looking for revenge

—

Her previous love attempts were failures, and this is the tip of the iceberg. Life is crumbling down like she is being stabbed in the same spot over and over again. She put the car in drive, heading the nearest store.

Liquor Store to be exact.

—

You can't keep just doing them girls like that

Thinking that nobody finna bite back

Losing your mind, baby

Can't be sure, time's wasting

—

“Please don’t fear me, I’m just karma.” She sung lowly walking into the liquor store. The security camera gave her a chance to look at her appearance. Her hair was all over, the makeup gave away that she been crying and her hands were bloody.

“That’ll be 25.87 ma’am.” The cashier responded, looking her up and down, she put 40 dollars in his hand.

“Keep the change.”

She took the plastic wrapping off the top and opened it. Leilani gave herself a shot, feeling the nasty burn when she swallowed. She got into the car and drove all the way to her sister's house.

Leilani sat on the porch, staring at the stars while drinking. The wind starts to blow, and she took a shot for every thought that ran through her mind.

Ryelle lifted herself up from the crying mess she was on the bed. She wanted to take a break from having a cluttered mind. Putting on some crocs, Ry walks downstairs to go out the door. “Lei?” She questioned, trying to see if that was her sister. She was correct.

“Hmm?”

She walked closer to her sister, seeing her having a big liquor bottle in her lap. “You good sis?”

Her low eyes looked up to her sister, “Hell nawl but it is what is, you know. I put my love into the wrong guys.” Ryelle politely sat her ass the fuck down, then grabbed the bottle, untwisted the cap, and flicked that bitch. She chugged a great amount, using the back of her hand to clean her mouth when finishing.

“Tell me the fuck about it!”

“Henry made me feel special like in some moments, I can’t look him the face out of nervousness from that he is so damn fine. Is it bad that I want to fuck that man everyday.”

“You’re not lying. Our men were a fine piece of art.”

“Can I vent to you about Henry?”

“Baby the floor is all yours.”

“We were literally sitting on the hood of his car waiting on you guys and this girl pulls up fast as fuck. I’m dead ass confused and I tried to question him but I choked up, a thousand things going through my mind Ry. He barely answers, throws me the keys then dipped with her. I went through his shit in his car.” Leilani sat up on that ending sentence.

“No, the fuck you didn’t!”Ryelle glanced at her, interested. Lei gave her a “You know I’m mf serious.” look.

“I did, and my intuition was right! That girl is his girlfriend! Panties, makeup, hair ties, the whole fix. We fucked in that car before the dinner! Ugh! I’m a home wrecker!”

“Lei you didn’t know but then again it’s fucked up that he did that. How much this bottle cost? This shit good.”

“25.87. What took you and Chris so long to let us know when to leave?”

“His fiancé walks up on up while we’re in the middle of kissing. Literally, after I told him I love him like a little bitch. I was rushing things and she snapped me out of reality. I took Liv back, and we left.”

“Damn. Take another shot after I take mine.”

“Bet.”

Leilani took a shot and Ry did too.

“What happened to your hands?” Ryelle took notice of her bloodied hands and softly grabbed them to inspect them better.

“They’re fine.”

“No, they’re not, and you know it. Let’s go in so I can heal you up.” Ryelle head swayed back and forth. Her body couldn't be still, definitely indicating that she's drunk.

“Okay fine.” Leilani stood up and then made her way up the steps. When Ryelle got up, her body began to lean forward, and Lei quickly grabbed her sister.

“Ry! Girl!”

Ry was laughing so hard she was wheezing. “Bitch I almost fell forward.”

Lei laughed at her stupidity. “You sure do know how to make a bitch feel better.” She wrapped her arms around her favorite person in the world, and they stumbled into the house.

—————-

Ryelle woke up around 6; her dream mainly consisted of what happened at dinner and afterward. She walked downstairs, straight to the refrigerator, taking out strawberries. Ry debated making eggs and decided to wait until she woke up Lively.

She walked back upstairs to wake her babygirl. Sitting on the bed, Ry rubbed Liv’s back. “Good morning baby.”

Those eyes she loves to see every morning opened. Lively rubbed them first then the eyelids drooped. “Good morning, momma.”

“Do you want eggs?”

“Yes.”

“Well let’s go to the kitchen then sweetheart.”

Ryelle stood from the bed holding out her hand. Lively gladly took her hand and they walked to the kitchen together.

“Mommy, can we add cheese to them?” Lively pushed over the stool as Ryelle grabbed the ingredients. Lastly, Ry placed a frying pan on the stove. "Yes, my love." The two worked together (Mostly Ryelle) to make cheese eggs. When finished, she prepared them a bowl bringing it to the couch.

"Mommy, can we go on a walk to the park?" Lively questioned when finishing her food. Ryelle haven't walked around the neighborhood in a while. "Yes, we can after cleaning up behind ourselves."

Lively gave her a smile as she quickly got up going to the kitchen. After Ryelle got up to put her bowl up, she picked up Lively, and they walked upstairs. It was a bit gloomy today, so Ry checked the weather when she touched her phone. It's supposed to rain in the evening around 5pm, and now it is 7:20 a.m.

She got Lively ready and got herself ready.

Someone rang the doorbell, catching their attention. "Who is that?" Lively questioned as she got up from the couch, setting the iPad aside. Ryelle shrugged her shoulders, making her way to the door. "I don't know but stay near the couch baby."

"Yes, ma'am." Lively looked skeptical but grabbed her iPad again. She opened the door to see someone holding a vase of roses with an edible arrangement. "Yes?"

"Hi, I'm dropping off this beautiful package to Ryelle! Hope you enjoy!" The woman gave Ryelle the things and then left. Ry walked to the kitchen, still in confusion about who had sent this. She had smelled the beautiful roses. The fruit caught Lively's attention, and she came over to her mother.

"Momma, can I have a fruit, please?" She placed her hands on the bottom to turn the arrangement around. Ryelle didn't hear her at first as she read the card.

"My life is amazing as long as you're in it. - Chris Evans"

The feelings she had for Chris wanted to shoot fireworks in the air but she hoped this isn't his form of apology. Ryelle is angry. Angry at the fact that she was confused about her feelings for him. She doesn't know if she wants to be done with him. Ryelle needs too though because why did he send her this when obviously he chose Minka? She just sat the card down, and Lively calling her name brought her back. "Mommy?"

"H-Huh? I'm sorry babygirl, Mommy zoned out there for a minute. What is it?" Ryelle shook her head, fighting the urge to smell the roses again. Lively points at the shaped fruit, "I want the pineapples."

"Okay, baby." She grabbed a plate from the drying rack then placed 4 pieces of fruit onto the plate then gave it to Lively.

"Thank you mommy."

"You're welcome, baby."

The two walked back to the couch. The whole going to the park thing was thrown to the side when receiving the gift, and now all Ryelle want is either wine or weed. Something has to get her mind off him. "Lively, do you still feel like going to the park? We can go get something to eat from wherever you want it from."

That excited her daughter, "I wanna go to chic fil a so I can go down slide."

A phone call interrupted their conversation, and Ryelle glanced at the caller I.D." Keep hold of that thought bubble. It's your Father calling babygirl." Lively nodded watching her mother press the green button.

"Hello?" "Hey Ry, I... I called to check on you."

Before Ryelle could finish Lively, who clearly doesn't know the vibe of the phone call, spoke in excitement to her father.

"Daddy!!"

"Hey Babygirl, I miss you!"

"I miss you too, daddy. When you come home?"

"Um, it'll be a while, Liv."

That's when the pouting started, and Ryelle wanted to finish the phone call before Liv's feelings are hurt. She cleared her throat.

"We're fine Chris. We were going to lunch a little later on today."

"Okay...Okay."

Liv interrupted their moment of silence,"Daddy why you not come home? Did I do something?" Over the line, Chris sighs not knowing how to answer.

"No...No baby, it's not you. Mommy and I just have to talk about some things."

'We ain't got to talk about shit' Ryelle thought to herself. Liv grabs the phone out her hand.

"Wel-Well can you come with us to lunch today?"

Ry looked at her daughter's crazy manner but bit her tongue. She didn't want to ruin Liv's dream, but then again she feels like it was too soon to see him again.

Chris didn't know if Ry even wanted him there, so it was a hitch in his answer. "Uh-"

"Please, daddy? Please?"

"Fine, baby girl, I will go to lunch with you guys."

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Yeahhhh part 3 bitches!!

I have plans to drop a couple more posts, so be on the watch!

Stay slutty my friends.

[shotgunbunny]

Hello! how about Sherlock getting jealous of the man the reader is spending time with and his deduction skills go out the window so he doesn't realize they aren't romantically involved 👀

═๑♡𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧♡๑═

WC:1.3k+ GIF by strdstpixie

{srry I got way too carried away in this little plot and I hope you like it anon even though I got side tracked}

{Warnings!! The most fluff!! The love language of flowers!! Literally just heartwarming!!}

♡being engaged to Sherlock could be hard sometimes. He was the most sought after bachelor before he met you when suddenly, he was ready to give his life to you.

♡Sherlock fans would often send you rude mail and menacing glares. Yet Sherlock would always tell you to ignore them.

♡Yet how could you ignore them when you got them everywhere. With Sherlock always at work, you decided to confide in your closest friend: Max.

♡You had grown up with Max and he was your dearest friend. He never upset you and often supported your ideas, he was truly lovely. Yet you both never saw each other in a romantic light.

♡One morning, after you had woken up alone due to Sherlock going to work. You decided to go and visit Max and see how he was doing as he was currently trying to woo a woman.

♡When you got there you were immediately encased in a hug and Max dragging you down the streets of London to go shopping while he spoke about how he was going to find the perfect bouquet of flowers to woo his lady.

♡As you were both strolling down the market with your arms linked, you felt eyes watching you. No doubt the folks that detested you for stealing Sherlock from his work.

♡When you turned to look you were shocked to see, Sherlock and Ebola stood there. Enola was talking to him yet he had his eyes dead set on you. You could see his jaw tighten and his hands crumple into fists.

♡You felt your heart race, Sherlock had never been angry, let alone angry at you which is why you were so nervous to see him angry now.

♡Max pulled your arm and dragged your attention away from your fiance babbling excitedly about seeing the perfect bouquet.

♡As you stood next to Max as he was looking at the variety of flowers, you heard the familiar voice of Enola grow closer.

♡Before you could even turn to see the girl, a hard chest was pressed against your back and an arm wrapped around your waist making you gasp. You turned and there was Sherlock.

♡He wasn't glaring at you, rather at Max. He jaw still clenched. You squeezed his bicep and he focused his attention on you. You raised an eyebrow at him.

♡Max turned his attention to you both and Sherlock spoke, "Dove, come on we must return home. We must continue planning our wedding. Enola had a few ideas."

♡You looked at him shocked, "My darling, can it not wait? I am busy here trying to help my friend."

♡"My dear, I do not care if he is your friend, I am your fiance and I require your attention more than him."

♡You glared at him, "Sherlock how hypocritical of you. You never pay me any attention so why should I give you any? If you are going to let your foolish jealousy talk for you then I suggest you stay away from me."

♡Max stared and looped his arm through yours and you continued strolling down the street, all the while Sherlock felt his heart crack.

♡He turned to Enola, "Have I really not shown her how much I adore her? Does she feel that deprived of my presence?"

♡Enola stared at him, placing a hand on her hip before glaring at him, "You are silly dear brother. You often go to work rather than talk to your dear future wife. You haven't even professed your love for her you stupid man."

♡Sherlocks eyes widened, "Help me Enola, help me fix my wrong."

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♡It had been a day since you had seen Sherlock and you felt your heart ache a fraction over not seeing him.

♡Max had been wonderful and allowed you to stay at his house for the night where finally revealed he was trying to woo Lady Ristunberg.

♡You were awoken by a knock at the door. You grabbed a night coat and sorted yourself out so you looked mildly decent and opened the door.

♡Your heart hammered at seeing Sherlock stood there with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

♡"Sherlock? What are you going here? It's so early." You stared at his beautiful puppy dog eyes and how he was starting to get eye bags. "Have you slept?"

♡He stared at you, "I have not my lady. You see I require you to be happy with me so that then I can sleep peacefully. And due to the fact you are not, I have not slept and have dedicated the night to searching for ways to prove my love for you."

♡You stared at him and then at the flowers in his hand. "Will you give me a minute to change so that then we may return home?"

♡A sigh left his lips, and he nodded relieved.

✧──────────────────────────────────✧

♡When you arrived back with Sherlock hiding in your shadow, you were surprised to find the flat organised.

♡You watched as Sherlock walked past you and handed you 5 books. All the books that you had given him to read while he was trying to court you.

♡"What is this Sherlock?" He walked over to you and took the first book you ever gave him from your hands.

♡He opened the book and flicked to a page where a flower rested. A pink camellia. You looked at him, "A pink camellia. It symbolises longing. The first book you ever gave me when I was courting you. I marked the pages with how I longed for your love."

♡He took the second book, and there rested a blue salvia. "The second book, where you started to slowly give in to my advances. And then the first time I heard your laugh, your cute little giggle. I marked it that day with a blue salvia, it means thinking of you. I thought about the beauty of your voice for days on end."

♡The next book was taken and the next flower shown, a pink rose. "Happiness. A pink rose is happiness because everything you did, you do, makes me happy."

♡You felt tears gather in your eyes, as the fourth book opened and there was a red rose. He smiled shakily, "The day you agreed to court me I marked it with a red rose. It means I love you. Truly my heart belong only to you."

♡You felt a few tears slip at finally hearing those words. Sherlock leaned forward and wiped your tears before he took the last book from your hands and opened it.

♡Held between his fingers was a red flower, he handed it to you and you took it before staring at him. "A red salvia."

♡"What does it mean?" Your voice was so soft.

♡He chuckled, "It means forever mine. The day you agreed to marry me, you were forever mine. But the day you first spoke to me, I was forever yours. You held my heart before you even knew it. I know I am a hard man but my love,"

♡You watched as he got on he knees infront of you and stared up. You placed the flower on the side close to you, and put your hands on his face.

♡"I love you. I worship the ground you walk on. I am thankful to be near you. I adore you, and though I am terrible at showing it, I hope you know that I truly mean it."

♡You got on your knees and kisses Sherlock embracing the overwhelming amount of love that was in the room.

♡When you both pulled away, you placed your forehead against his and closed your eyes. You felt him take your small hand in his and you smiled.

♡"I love you too Sherlock Holmes so very much, all I ask is that you come home and spend time with me more."

♡"My dearest dove, I promise you I will. I will make sure you wake up drowning in my love. And then when your Mrs. Holmes you will carry our love." He chuckled and you blushed.

♡"You were quite attractive jealous though I must admit."

♡A laugh echoed around the room and he pulled you up against him and he dragged you to the bedroom. "Well then I must admit you're quite attractive covered in my marks."

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Now I’m thinking bout running some Shea Moisture curl smoothie through these curls!! I’m ready!!!!!!!!!!

doing your wash day routine with henry has me so lovey. he’s absolutely mesmerized by the process and care that goes into your hair. he ofc wants to help in anyway he can and if he had his curls grown out i’d wanna put some of my products in them too. i soft

This really has me smiling oh my gosh!

Henry Cavill x Black!Reader: Wash Day HC!

Henry would be the kind to ask you so many questions as you go cause he’s curious and is also taking mental note of what goes into maintaining your curls

Him timidly asking if he can help with anything cause you’ve been at it for awhile he knows your arms have to be tired

And then Henry being a little shy when you let him help and show him how to section your hair and everything and he thinks he’s got it down but doesn’t want to mess it up either

His hands woukd he so gentle with your curls I just know it! He’s super careful of yanking them and hurting you by accident (and if you’re tender headed like me well...lmao) so he goes easy on you

Putting on music while he helps you and has your spray bottle with water handy and he just looks so happy to spray when you say he can

Definitely such a big help when it comes to the back of your head so your arms aren’t burning after five minutes

And then when you’re all done you look at his own hair and make him sit down so you can put some of your products in it

Trust when I say he’d be falling asleep from it that’s how calm he is and how much he loves the attention

I’m just real soft thinking about Henry wanting to learn all about your hair and help you with it and learning how to twist and stuff! Ah!

[romanscoming]

HELP A GIRL OUT :(

I WANNA DO SOMETHING PEOPLE HARDLY SEE YK, SO LIKE SOMETHING FOR DACRE AND LIKE A MILF READER OR WTV IS FINE JUST B CREATIVE !!

[ughdontbeboring]

meet me at our spot pt 2

Captain Syverson x WoC Reader

where YN and Sy can be them nasty ass selves.

warnings: smut, sex toy, daddy kink (kinda), unprotected sex, oral (kinda), cursing, angst

Part 1

song slightly inspired

sidenote: so the end of 2021 was hectic and went out with a fucking bang and then 2022 started with a fucking bang when I got sick and I’ve had no desire to write other then some little wip ideas. So here y’all go! This is might be shit but hey 🤷🏽‍♀️ Part 2 of meet me at our spot. I kinda started a part 3 but we’ll see.

I don’t give permission from my work to be used, copy, translated anywhere.

but if you fucks with it like it, love it, reblog it, comment all that good shit! ❤️

Her cheek pressed into the cool sheets, her mind fuzzy with lust. She didn’t even really remember how they got here or how many times they’ve cum between the both of them, but here they were. Her ass up and her face down, when they should be at their friends engagement party not here with her about to get her pussy stretched out.

She could feel the pressure build up at the cool tip that pressed slightly passed her tender lips. Oh he went there.

She groaned as he sat still behind her, not even pushing in any further much to her dismay.

“Fucking red neck huh?” Sy’s deep Texan drawl uttered behind her.

Was he still on this? She rolled her eyes before trying to turn her head before a hard hand landed on her left ass cheek. The loud smack bouncing off the walls of the boutique hotel. Their spot about 30 minutes outside of town. It was a cute hotel, mostly used by people passing through their modest town. It was the cleanest hotel within a 60 mile radius so it was sometimes used by locals also, for a little staycation, or in her case a dick appointment with the man she’s supposed to hate. If she was being honest with herself the only thing she truly hated about Sy was just how much she loved when he dicked her down and his stupid smile. It should be a fucking crime how good it was.

“Eyes forward” He demanded, not even letting her turn to face him.

Before she could speak he pushed in the dildo, her hum of appreciation reaching his ears. How’d he even find it? When did he have time to look for it? She was sure it was stuffed it in the bottom of her suitcase by the bathroom.

His cock strained as he worked the dildo into her cunt, feeling the tug and grip her walls had on the Clone-A-Willy he had got her a while back. The process in itself turned into them fucking non stop after he got clean up. It was a little gag gift for when he went over seas. Every time she used it she thought about the night they made it, her driving his hard cock into the large tube. The thought, it always pushed her over the edge when she was alone.

“Fuck” she muttered as her hips started to rock on the dildo. Unfortunately Sy didn’t plan to let her off that easy. He tsked at her as he slowed his movements.

“Who’d think a red neck got ya feeling this good baby?” He asked, the dildo moving in and out of her slowly.

She huffed and threw her head forward into the sheets.

“Syyyyyyy!” She whined while trying to grip more of the toy she’d become so found of, her irritation working through her quickly.

“Damnit, just fuck me!” She gritted. The Captain was silent and still behind her, not giving in.

“Not until you apologize baby, you hurt daddy’s feelings”

“Fine! I’m sorry!”

He tsked again. She looked at him with faux innocence.

“I’m sorry”

“Not good enough darlin” he said before he started to remove it.

“Sy!” She yelled, she wasn’t in the mood to be played with, why did she have to apologize now? He made her cum twice before he even pulled his mouth from her thighs tonight.

“I’m tired of you playin games with me suga, APOLOGIZE!! you spoiled fucking brat” His thick accented voice boomed, the sudden loudness making her heart skip a beat. He can’t even help himself, he’s so woken up he shows her some mercy by shoving the toy back in, working it into her core as his thumb found her pearl, his rough skin rolling over it with ease from her wetness.

“Oh fuuuck daddy! I’m so sorry….please…please keep fucking me” She begged as her cheek dug back into the sheets. His dark laugh worked it’s way down her arched spine and sent a chill through her.

“That’s what I thought baby”

Without notice he pulls the dildo out again, the lewd pop it made as it bobbed in his hand making pre cum leak from his waiting cock.

She doesn’t get a moment to react as he thrust his aching cock into her dripping cunt. He drove into her, his hands a bruising grip on her meaty hips.

The Clone-a-Willy doesn’t stand a chance, though it’s a clone it’s not the same. The size large they brought didn’t even fit all of him, they didn’t need the full extra large but he def needed a bit more room to capture the full goodness of the Captain. Though it could never capture the heat of his hot cock driving into her, the slapping of his heavy sack against her, her ass bouncing on him, their skin slapping.

“Oh fuck sooooo good” She moaned out into the dimly lit room.

“Who’s fucking you this good?”

“You daddy, you are”

“Hmmmm that’s right, you love this red neck dick??” He asked with thrusts to accentuate is point.

“Yes yes, I love your red neck dick”

Sy’s steady his emotions trying to pull himself back in, but it was too late the words leaving his mouth before he could stop himself.

“You love this red neck?” He asked, his voice full of emotions they’ve never dared acknowledge.

YN paused for a moment taken off guard. She slowly turns to stare at Sy who almost comes to a stop. His thrust are slow to allow her a moment to focus on what he asked. Fuck why did he even ask her this?!

“……yes I do, I love you Sy” She voices, their eyes locked on each other. If the room was hot and heavy before it was blazing now with their love confessed so openly, he smiles before pulling his cock out fully. His mushroom tip stroking her lips, nudging her clit before thrusting back into her, to the tilt.

“Oh shit!” She gasps as Sy fucked into her with a new vigor then before. His spirits high at her confession, his body tight with desire, with hope. She’s close and Sy can feel her tighten, if it was even possible for her to be any tighter

“Oh fuck, this tight little pussy gonna make me cum too quick” He groans. Sy had only been back from deployment about 2 weeks and YN had just flew in from Utah 3 days ago. Not leaving them much time to meet up with the demanding up coming wedding.

“Fuck fuck fuck” She chanted as Sy felt her body start dripping more slick, he tossed her the dildo, watching like a predator as she picked it up, licking up the wet length of it before slipping it into her mouth. Her eyes glued to his as she moaned at the taste of herself.

“You gonna take what daddy gives you?” Sy asked, this thrust speeding up and becoming slopping.

“Yes, please please” she said quickly as she popped the fake cock out her mouth before shoving it back in, she gaged as the toy all but disappeared.

The pleasure swirled in her stomach as she fell forward, the cord within her snapping as Sy’s heavy body followed. Her mouth falls open in a silent cry as she drops the dildo.

Sy twists her face to pull her into a passionate kiss. He holds her body down as he fucks into her wet heat.

“ugh shit, that’s right, take it” He demands. He’s body goes tight with pleasure as he cums.

“So good taking all this cock, now take all this cum” He says in her ear, his hot breathe fanning her neck as his hot cum paints her walls. His body rutting into hers, ridding out his orgasm.

She moans as their bodies roll slowly together trying to prolong the bliss.

“Fuck baby, I can feel how full you are of me, full of my cock and cum”

She whimpers under as she feels the build up within her, it happens quickly as she cums again. Her face full of pleasure as she limply lays there under his weight as her orgasm rocks through her. Her body jerking.

“Shit baby” He moans as he sucks on her neck before pulling out and rolling off her. It takes them some time to catch their breathing. YN curls into Sy as she feels the heaviness of her eyelids slowly taking over. Here in the safety of a hotel room she’s allowed to enjoy him.

“Tell them about us” Sy says softly breaking the silence in the room. He feels YN body go still in his embrace. His heart drops just a little.

“Sy, I can’t-“

“What’s the problem? You said you loved me” He argued, his irritation quickly building.

“I…I do but-“ She sputtered.

“Then tell them or I’m done” He sitting up and moving off the bed. He knows he should clam down but he can’t at this point. “I really don’t understand, the fucking, the arguing and the chasing was cool for the past 2 years, I knew you liked that shit but you really just don’t want anything serious with me”

YN jerks up, holding the sheet to her chest.

“Sy! You can’t be serious! Why do we have to tell anyone!” She argues back. He ocean blue eyes blazing as he turns to her, his pants already pulled on.

“Fucking hell woman! I can’t fucking act like I hate you anymore!”

“Sy!-“

“Forget it. Should’ve known your upitty ass couldn’t be with someone like me” He said defeated as he continues to get dress in a hurry needing for the first time since they meet, to get away as far as possible from her.

“Damnit Sy! Just listen-“

She was cut off by the hotel room door slamming. It took her a moment to register what was happening. She quickly jumped up to look for some clothes to throw on.

“Fucking damnit Sy!” She yelled as she stumbled around the room trying to find anything. She snatched a forgotten shirt of his off the floor before throwing it on and rushing into the slightly cool Texas night. The hotel had a motel setting so the moment you walked out your hotel room you were greeted with paved walk way and gravel leading to a open area with fire pits and wooden lawn chairs. It was almost a camp setting and the vast open Texas landscape behind it. There were some groups of people around the fires, eyeing her.

She was sure they heard everything from their fucking to arguing. She couldn’t worry about that. She had to find Sy before he left. She ran down the walk way toward the parking lot. This wasn’t the smartest idea Sy would have told her, something could bite her bare feet.

SMACK!

Her body fell backwards as she ran into someone.

“There you are! Omg so it is true!” Ashley squealed, “I just seen Sy”.

Her face filled with concern once her hardly dressed friend looked up, her face pained and covered in tears.

“You seen Sy? Where is he? Did he leave? I…I need to talk to him” YN rambled on, looking around her friend trying to find any sight of the large bull.

“Woah woah slow down, he left! I seen him pulling off in his truck a few moments ago”

“Fuck!” YN yelled as she stomped her bare foot, cursing when she realized she stepped on something, “ouch!”.

“Ok what is going on?- nevermind, you have to calm down! Take me to your room” Ashley demanded while grabbing her friends arm and walking them towards the rooms.

Her body filled with dread with every limping step back to the room where things were so blissful only moments ago. She needed to get to Sy, she had to explain to him.

🥲

[pm-my-hubbies]

Lani’s Crown | H.C.

Summary: Reader and Henry’s daughter has landed herself in a bit of trouble and needs to understand the importance they put into her hair.

Pairing: Dad!Henry x Black Mom!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

I knew this day would come and unfortunately, I hadn’t prepared myself for it. “Hey, don’t forget you gotta have that talk with Lani pretty soon,” my conscience would remind me as I stared in awe at a queen with a head full of kinky hair. Like the snap of a hypnosis’ fingers, the task would slip away from me and I would return to whatever I had on my plate for the time being. Apparently, this “talk” wasn’t at the top of my to-do list.

My eyes shift from the shoulder length hair on the right side of my five year-old’s head to the gapped up left side. Something tells me she was reenacting Halle Berry’s notorious transformation scene from Catwoman as it’s become a favorite of hers in the past couple of weeks. This idea prompts me to hold in the snicker threatening to fall past my lips because right now is not a laughing matter.

“I honestly don’t know what to say Ailani.” I speak. It’s not that I’m mad at my baby because that’s what she is: a baby. She’s still struggling to steady the handlebars of her bicycle when she rides and her tongue has begun poking out the side of her mouth as she attempts to loop her shoe laces together. She doesn’t know how special her hair is because I hadn’t told her. And even if I did, it’ll take her brain ages to digest the information.

“I’m sorry, Mommy. I didn’t mean it.” she whimpers.

“I know baby but... why did you go for the scissors? You know you’re only supposed to use them for cutting paper and when adults are around. What happened?”

Today had been a good day at the restaurant. As the manager of the small-staffed bakery not too far from Lani’s school, majority of the tasks outside of sitting behind the desk fell onto me two weeks ago when three of the employees decided “a mental break” was necessary (I would’ve been fine if I hadn’t seen one of them chugging down beer after beer when I went out for drinks with some friends on a Friday night). Garlic wafted up my nostrils the moment I stepped over the threshold into our home and I knew something was up as my husband was cooking my comfort meal. He didn’t say anything when I asked of our daughter’s whereabouts. A nod in the direction of our dining room that was connected to the living room was all I needed to know something had happened. Lani has already placed her crayons to the side of her paper on the dining room table and peeked up at me with solemn eyes.

“Charlotte and I were play—” she began.

“Wait, Charlotte?”

Lani bowed her head in shame. “Yes.”

God fucking dammit. “Lani, why would... why would you play with Charlotte after Mommy told you to not be around her anymore?”

Her head was still low but I managed to catch the next statement clear as day. “Because she said I could make more friends if my hair was short like her and the other girls.”

I felt as if I were on fire. My body burned with anger and once again, it wasn’t directed towards Lani. Charlotte was once the little girl you wanted your children to play with every single day. But after some time, her true bad habits made an appearance and next thing you know, you were constantly disregarding the ringing of your doorbell as she shouted for your child. To add on to her pest-like behavior, Charlotte’s parents could never recognize the wrongs in her actions.

I shouldn’t be surprised such words could come from a child’s mouth but I am. Maybe it’s because it’s been a while since I allowed another kindergartener to bully me and I assumed times have changed for them to not talk out of their asses. Yet, here we are.

“Ailani, can you look at me? Please?” I calmly asked.

My daughter finally picked her head up and it was in this moment that all frustration I felt for her former friend dissipated. Her round cheeks were wet with fresh tears, brown eyes the size of saucers.

“Oh Ailani.” I cooed, walking around the coffee table dividing us to plant myself on the floor next to her. I pulled her onto my lap, her face pressing against my chest as her body racked with sobs. “Shhh, it’s okay.”

“I hurt your feelings, Mommy.”

“You did baby but that’s beside the point. Your feelings are hurting right now and it’s landed you in some mess.” I explained. Internally, I was chanting to not let the waterworks flow.

Lani continued her moment of sadness at most likely destroying the pride I held for her hair. The left side was the only destruction, which left more on her head. Still, blades made contact with the kinks at an inappropriate time.

Eventually, her body ceased the shaking and all I could feel was the large gulps she took as she calmed down. I guess now was the time to talk to her.

“You did hurt Mommy’s feelings because I love your hair. But at the same time, Mommy never told you how special your hair is so you wouldn’t do what you did.” I began. “Most girls want a crown to look like the Disney princesses they see on TV. I was one of those girls but I only wanted the tiara to be like the other girls. Do you hear me?”

She nodded. “Mmhm.”

“Good. Your grandmother told me that I didn’t need a crown to be pretty or like other girls because I already had one with me that followed me everywhere. And that, my Love, is my hair. Sit up for a second.” My daughter did as told, straddling my lap with bloodshot eyes looking into my watery ones. I placed my hand in her hair to massage her scalp. “The thing about your hair and my hair is that it’s unique. It’s what makes us beautiful. Some days we’ll braid it and other days we can wear it loose. The best thing about our hair is that it’s like a magicians hat to people that don’t look like us.”

“A magicians hat?”

“Mmhm. See, the only thing you know about a magicians hat is that it’s the same one they always wear. And every time they reach into it, it’s something new they pull out that amazes the audience every single time. With you, people will always see you with the same hair style until you straighten it. And every time you straighten it, it’ll be longer than before and amaze people each time. And that, my Darling, is because people are idiots when it comes to us and our hair.”

The cutest of giggles escaped Lani’s lips and I couldn’t help but to grin at the sound I got out of her. “Mommy no!”

“It’s true Lani! A lot of people don’t know much about our hair except to tell us how to style it. Your dad’s an exception, even though he can be a little dumb at times.”

“I heard that!” Henry exclaimed from the kitchen.

I chuckled as I leaned to the side to respond with, “Mind your business!”

“Can’t do that when you brought me into it.”

I glanced back at Lani with a smirk on my face. “You know what, your dad is right for once.”

Heavy footsteps echoed throughout the lower level of our home as Henry exited the kitchen to enter the living room where Lani and I sat. He held a similar smile to the one I wore when mocking his correctness. “Is this how you discipline our daughter when I’m not around? Throw me under the bus?”

“Not exactly.”

“Goodness woman.” He chuckled, treading over to where we rested. He swung his legs around my shoulder to plop down behind me on the sofa and place his hands on my shoulders. “Everything good now?”

Although her original hairstyle was jacked up now due to the scissors, I continued rubbing my hands through her beautiful hair. “I think so. But before I tell you to go upstairs and start running your bath water, I want you to remember something: girls like Charlotte are not your friend.”

“Your mother is right Lani.”

My head tilted up slightly so I could toss him a smile of appreciation for backing me up. “Friends do not tell you to change how you look so you can hang out with them. They chose to be your friend and should deal with it. Do you understand?”

“I think so.” Although it was meant to be a statement, she answered it more of like a question.

“Can you try to repeat that back for Mommy and Daddy but in your own words?”

She rapidly nodded her head. “Um... Charlotte should play with me because she likes how I look?”

“That’s our girl!” Henry praised her with a pinch to her cheeks.

“That’s right. And if she tells you what to do again, you either tell the teacher or tell her to stop. Yes?”

“Yes.” She affirmed.

“Good. Now go run your bath water for Mommy and then I’ll be up to wash you before we eat dinner.”

As soon as she hopped off my thighs to disappear up the stairs, Henry wrapped his arms around my neck. His lips landed on my cheek for peck. “You handled that well.” He mumbled.

I gently massaged his forearms with my hands. “You think so?”

“Yes. I was expecting the worse. Yelling, maybe a pop or two.”

“Some people will think I’m the worst parent for restricting my daughter from doing such a thing as today but that’s the thing: she’s not their daughter. If she cuts her hair, I have to bend over backwards and find styles for her hair and I really don’t have the time for that.” I elaborated, a huff following right after. “She’s lucky she did this today because now, she has an excuse to see her auntie Marilyn.”

“Oh but your Saturday.” I wasn’t looking at him but I could hear the pout in his voice as he pressed another kiss to my skin but this time on my neck.

I deeply exhaled. “I know, I know. I’ll just reserve it for Sunday like we’re supposed to anyways.”

Silence filled the spacious room now. Within seconds, the faint sound of water hitting the hard surface of our bath tub upstairs interrupted the peace that had quickly formed between Henry and I.

“Now that I’ve given her the heart-to heart talk, it’s your turn to talk with Charlotte’s parents.”

“What? Why me?” He groaned like a child restricted to the confines of his home on a Friday evening.

“Because I can’t catch a case. That little girl pissed me off and I won’t be so nice if I talk to her parents. And even if I did play nice, they’d still say something. When it’s you, there’s less backlash.”

“I— dammit. You’re right.”

“Get to work Superman.” I playfully ordered as I stood up between his legs to stretch my cramped limbs. A giggle my lips as his hand lightly connected with my ass. I felt like a love struck high schooler all over again when I spun around to lean against his strong frame and place my hands on his pecs. “You’ve got some saving to do and for once, it’s not me.”

“Indeed I do.” He mumbled before leaning down to deeply kiss me.

[ellethespaceunicorn]

I’ll always reblog this because people complain about inclusivity when I add x black!reader but then do this shit.

Like, honestly? Ima fuck your father for that rudeness. Don’t tempt me.

me: *begins reading fic*

the reader: *turns red*

me:

[i-try-to-write-stuff]

Cosmos

You were a mystery… Popular in Hollywood but not much was known about you. Yet you were still loveable and down to earth.

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Keepsake (Henry Cavill Smut)

You looked up at Henry with the most desperate eyes. He loved when you looked at him like that. Like your life depended on him to make you cum.

The lacy lingerie in your favorite color that he’d purchased that made you look so angelic even though he knew better. What Henry was about to do to you was far from sweet. Those thigh highs with that garter belt. Fuck he couldn’t wait to violate you.

The leather cuffs on your wrists matched your lingerie. He’d fastened them so your wrists were under your thighs bending your legs up so he’d have total access to your tight little cunt. Fuck it looked so pretty. Your juices dripping down to your ass.

You clenched around nothing as you heard the click of the polaroid camera. He grabbed the picture, flicking his wrist back and forth to make it develop. “This one is perfect, Darling.”

If he had less control over himself he could have cum right then. Seeing you like this all ready for him. Waiting for him to just touch you. It was a dream.

He’d wanted to do this before going away for a little while. Like a dirty little keepsake. Something he wouldn’t want anyone else to ever see. Just for his eyes only. You were his little slut and he wouldn’t want anyone else to see you the way he does.

“Look at you. So beautiful,” he put his thumb against your clit. Pressing into the little numb just the way he knew you liked. 

You tried to moan, but it came out muffled behind the heart shaped gag in your mouth. He tilted his head as a lazy smile spread across his face. It really was one of the prettiest sights he’d ever seen.

Finally he got on the bed ready to finally take care of you. But, first, he still wanted to tease you. To tease that sweet cunt of yours. He put his heavy cock against your folds thrusting back and forth. Nudging against your clit with his tip whenever he moved forward.

So fucking pretty.

“Prettiest little pussy.” He hissed loving the way you costed him. He reached over to grab the camera again to snap another picture.

“Peeth,” you tried to say behind the gag. Your eyes were all blurry already. Like just setting the scene had made you feel like you’d already reached euphoria. You just needed him to finally fuck you.

He licked his lips his large hands coming to caress your legs. You tried to inch forward so you could maybe hopefully make him enter you. All it did, though, was make him smack your thigh. “So greedy,” he scolded you with a smirk on his face. “You really want Daddy’s dick?”

You nodded trying to beg him with your eyes. Fuck, you were so cute and who was Henry to deny his favorite girl.

Your head lolled back as he finally pushed his dick into you, eyes rolling into the back of your head. You bit down on the gag as your hands tried to grab onto him. You tried to say fuck as his thick cock stretched you out. He looked down seeing you all sopping wet.

He took one last picture with you full of his dick. He made sure to get the shot with that heart shaped gag in your mouth. All bent back with your leather cuffed hands behind your thighs. So open and wet and beautiful.

So fucking beautiful.

And, then he spent the rest of the night destroying your cunt until you couldn’t take anymore.

Tagged: @titty-teetee

[jin0]

🌧-enemies to lovers prompt

okay so this got terribly long and filthy for no reason but here you go !!

enemies to lovers with august walker !!

august considered himself a patient man. yes, he was patient and understanding. understanding and figuring things out was his job and he was incredibly good at it. so why was it so difficult to figure you out ?

as soon as you'd stepped in, you were noticed. because unlike everyone here, you were gifted. you were a prodigy, a true one and that was terrifying on it's own. but the scarier part was your personality, who you were. you could never be figured out, not even by him. and you weren't particularly secretive, completely opposite actually. you were an open book, always cheerful and open to conversations and laughter. you were the most vivid mystery there was.

and that terrified him. because as understanding as august was, he was a man of control. he was in control of everything and everyone, all the people around him being terrified of him. but you ? you were the exception.

a con artist was what he thought you were until he saw you train. taking down an entire team of people bigger than you and jumping back on your feet, giggling and smiling innocently. you were more than simply great. you were exceptional.

now, august's biggest problem with you wasn't your talent. it was the fact that you never asked for anything in return. you could very easily rise to his rank and be payed accordingly. but no, this wasn't your goal. what you wanted was you wanted or were looking for. you enjoyed yourself in your position and turned down any proposal to upgrade.

over the years of knowing him, you'd resisted every attempt at getting through to you or figuring you out. but he was obsessed with you, he needed to understand why and how you functioned the way you did. you were the mystery in his life, the biggest riddle there was and he was desperately looking to solve you.

~

when you were paired together on this mission, he'd noticed the monotonous response that followed. you usually seemed pretty cheerful about going on missions and you got along with a lot of people around here so it made sense for you to be pleased about going with him, but no. you couldn't care less and that just made him vibrate with ego driven anger. he needed to understand why was it that you weren't scared of him. why didn't ypu value or respect him like the others did ?

gearing up to get on the plane, he watched you fix your equipment and ignore his presence the entire time. you didn't seem uncomfortable or out of place but he did. you made the august walker feel uncomfortable and out of place.

"it seems with started on the wrong foot. but we have to work together, so let's get alo-"

"you don't need to bullshit me agent walker." you stopped, cutting him off in his sentence.

usually, he'd be annoyed at someone speaking over him but for now, what interested him was how you addressed him and what you meant.

when you got closer to him, sick of watching him fiddle with his gear in a pathetic attempt to seem nonchalant, you kept your eyes low, ignoring the man while you were touching him.

"you're intrigued by me." you started, catching him off guard. "you want to understand why i'm not scared or see through with you. i'm a mystery you need to solve."

each word sounded straight out of august's brain and he was speechless to say the least.

when you raised your eyes to look into the finally, he was stuck in place, unmoving and incapable to think about something else. your eyes, deep and dark. you were empty inside. or was it that you were empty around him ?

"you made it clear that you didn't like me but you're obsessed with me and these two things contradict themselves. you need to try and figure me out to have be on my knees in front of you." you muttered, still staring at him.

the feeling of your warmth traveling towards his body was what had effect. he'd been so silent you'd think of him as a statue but if you could be in his mind you'd see the nasty things he had in mind. that smart mouth lf yours was turning him on and making him lose this battle. and august never lost.

"well, sir. let me make it easier for you. i'm not scared because i don't care about you. the attention and importance you give me is one sided, which is why you're surprised that i'm so easily close to you. so easy for me when i know you're buzzing inside because for the first time in your life, you don't know what to do. i'm no match for you in your mind but i bother you enough to be a threat. there's your explanation, enjoy it." you smiled, rearranging his haircut and the messy strands of hair.

~

it had been three years. three years now since the mission. mission that would've been more than a success if it wasn't for his ego driven actions that resulted in him putting his life on the line and you jumping in to save him.

bloody all over and barely breathing, he still found it in him to mock you, he needed to do so to feel like he was finally winning.

"you say you don't care but your actions oppose your words." he had said. looking down on you as he tried to cauterize the wounds all over your body.

you weren't even looking at him, slowly falling asleep in front of him but keeping yourself calm and collected.

"i said... that i didn't care about you... doesn't... mean... i want you dead... guess that... that makes me better than you .." you muttered, swallowing the blodd that was filling your mouth.

these words rung in his mind. because you were dying under him, but still winning. still above him even in your last moments.

he'd never cared about anything that much, ever. he never cared about anyone that much. but you, the bane of his existence, the shard of glass under his foot, the poisoned wine accompanying his meal, you were doing things to him and his ways. because august cared, oh that he did. caring about you was what he'd been doing for a while now.

when you coded, he stayed at your bedside, pacing back and forth as he reviewed every info he'd gathered on you, trying desperately to find something that would explain why he cared. he'd tried to read through everything there was on you to understand.

he had you moved in a private room in the hospital you stayed in, one only him had access to, he tried to understand more. he sat still, attempting miserably to figure you out while silently begging for you to be fine. he needed you alive to understand, he was going crazy and would get worse if he didn't.

he'd already been pn a rampage, going back on the mission site and ruthlessly murdering each of the people that had any form of influence in his current state. he'd been trying to understand why did he risk his position to go back and kill an entire gang for a girl he despised so much.

he tried to understand even more when his body started longing for you. he needed to feel you warm and alive around him. he needed to know why his body craved yours so badly, to the point of haunting his dreams and waking him up, hard and throbbing at the memories you'd left behind.

he needed to understand why were his urges so out of hand each time he'd close his eyes and dream of you. he needed to understand why he dreamt of fucking the indifference out of you. he wanted you to care about him and beg for him. he dreamt of you on your knees, crying for his cock to break your brain and make him the only thing you'd care about. he needed you, to be as desperate for answers as he was.

obsessed was one of the many things you could call him. you could even give yourself the freedom to call him crazy. but the sickness which had taken over his entire being, the true motive behind his confusion, he'd never speak it out loud. or at least not at the time.

because as time went on, august walked, the man who cared about nothing but fulfilling his mission grew to be a new man. a man of feelings and emotions, all reserved to you. his wife.

august walker was a married man, and one who valued his vows and the feelings he felt for you. those feelings he remembered every day, feeling his heart pumping blood like never before each time he'd lay his eyes on you.

the moment you saud i do, he'd remember it forever, dancing around the reception hall, with you in his arms, he'd remember that too. but the most important moment, the one that would bring him to his knees forever, dancing under the moonlight, you barefoot but still in your wedding dress. he was practically carrying you and all while his lips tenderly kissed your neck and swallowed your sweet taste.

"auggie, my auggie, my husband... god, i'll never get used to calling you that. just feels so dreamy..."

"i will." he muttered, making you chuckle and caress his hair a little slower to turn towards him as he kept himself hidden into your smaller body.

"why ? cause you're better than me ?" you laughed, remembering your husband's need to rival with you in the past.

"no." he raised his head to look into your eyes directly. "because from the moment you accepted to be my girlfriend, you were no less than my wife in my heart and mind. even before. there was no other position for you than as my wife. you were, are and will always be true perfection to me, even with the things you consider flaws. and that cemented the need to make you mine, legally and in all other senses of the term."

you'd been the bane of his existence, the biggest mystery he ever could come across, the purest form of confusion and annoyance to him. and these emotions he'd stopped feeling long before you, you brought them all back to life. the man of control slowly lost himself in you. seeking nothing but your warmth and comfort, your peace and all the love you could give.

your entire being was his peace. the man of control that was august walker would abandon himself entirely in you, trusting and caring for you more than he'd ever cared or trusted himself. you were the one in control of his entire being but you allowed him to fuck you like a simple puppet built for his pleasure only.

the scent of your skin, the feeling of your breath on his, the warmth of your body and the way your eyes gazed up at him. all of this had pushed him away from the need to understand, he was done trying to understand. all he needed was to feel this more, he craved you like never before.

craving you so much, his heart would beat at a violent but soothing rythme while his loins would throb in anticipation, eager to feel you all around him. he fucked the indifference out of you, so addicted to your sounds you'd give him that he'd make it impossible for you to be silent.

his hard body covered yours entirely as he pressed you into the mattress, drinking in your smell and the sounds of your swollen folds trying desperately to hold every drop of cum he'd pour in you.

his thick, throbbing girth, so full of unbridled desire, he kept it all in and readied himself to spill it all in your channel, feeling the consciousness and rationality slip away as his sac, heavy and full of more creamy and thick cum, slapped against your folds.

your belly tight and core dripping wet, you could only scream your love for him as he kept on abusing your hole, one thing in mind, keeping you full and satisfied until your womb grew the proof of your love. you'd jokingly mentioned him leaving you with a baby before going on his last mission, to make it all the more special.

august walker was the last man on earth to desire children, his mission way to important to waste. but, this, you. you were the mission now, the center of his attention, the focus of his life. he reserved his being to you entirely. his time, his presence, his health, all of it was yours and your happiness was the only mission he had left. the rest was only secondary.

he wanted to leave you with something before going on his last mission and this was perfect. the last ever before finally granting you the life you deserved.

"oh god ! oh god, more ! p-please ! p-please, please, please fuck ! please august, god please !" you wailed, feeling his long fingers press the bulge forming into your stomach and lower to rub around your clit.

staring at you in the mirror in front of your bed, he smiled, biting your shoulder while he forced you to look up at the obscene vision.

"my moon, my beautiful wife. begging for more cock when she cried for a pause." he taunted, remembering how much orgasms you'd been through before he even let your walls swallow his cock whole.

"please no ! no, fuck, no ! no pause auggie please ! fuck, need more, god please !" you mewled, your sounds falling directly into his throbbing girth, veins thick and pulsating into your soft walls.

turning your face towards his, he kissed your cheek and licked a vein, popping out of your neck.

"don't worry sweetheart. i could never leave you unsatisfied. not when you're stuffed so perfectly. made to take that cock and that thick load of cum." he grunted, feeling himself come closer to his end while yours was right around the corner. "tell me darling. tell me all about that baby you want me to put in you. tell me how stuffed you wanna get with my kids."

he flipped you over and stood straight over you, watching like a hawk as you started to squirm and twitch at the lack of movement. he admired how divine you looked, his cock slowly slipping out of you and a little flood of cum dripping out of your poor abused cunt. the messy, twitching hole called for him but he needed to hear all about your dream to walk around, barefoot and pregnant, no worries in the world about anything other than growing your family.

"oh god please... p-please auggie please ! please don't... don't pull out, god gimme... just need a little more cum... just need that, big load... all mine... please love, please... gimme just a little more... please, just wanna baby... gimme a baby please ! just wanna be full of your baby... please auggie..." you cried out, using your fingers to gather the messy flow of cum and stuff it back into you. your tits pressed into your small hands, you kept on scooping the roped of cum he'd coated your body with and swallowed it all or brought it down to fill yourself up with.

his eyes were fixated on the way you looked. so drunk on his cock and on his cum, he couldn't take his eyes away from you as you cried heavy tears of overstimulation, using your fingers to place his cum into your holes. he bit his lower lip when you pinched your nipples and pulled on them, trying desperately to bring out what he wished they'd be full of soon. if you could see yourself, you'd be distraught at how cum hungry you'd gone but his mind was elsewhere.

you truly wanted to be swollen with his cum and watch it turn into a child. his thickness shook at the simple thought of what you'd look like in a beautiful summer dress, walking into the woods, shoes in hand as you twirled around, stomach full and heavy with a lovely baby, growing healthy and big like it's father. god, this was the dream.

leaning down, he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, full of love and adoration for the goddess you were. he'd often be equated to ares, for his talents in battle, but he was a simple soldier, fighting for the protection of his goddess, you.

as soon as his nestled himself back into you, balls pressed against your core, full and heavy with more cum to give you, he lost himself entirely again. he'd give you everything you desired and beyond. the world was yours if you asked, but for now, he'd give you the sweet child you desired.

dragging a pillow to place it under your hips, he licked the cum gathered on the corner of your mouth and kissed your eyelids as you kept on sobbing and chanting praises to his thickness for satisfying beyond expectations. keeping you so nice and warm, this was the man he'd become for you, soft and gentle with his words while he let his actions bring out the mindless slut that he craved.

"fucking hell... d'you see this my love ? feel that big cock ? all nicely stuffed in you. it's gonna put a baby in your belly. might give you two actually. yeah, twins. stomach full of two babies, all swollen and heavy. you'll be so big, you'll barely be able to walk or live without me. i'll carry you everywhere. the three loves of my life. you'll be beautiful, breathtaking even." he groaned, spilling into you as soon as the vision fully formed in his mind. he saw it, your beautiful frame changing to accommodate to the babies you'd carry.

"oh, oh, oh, oh god ! god, please auggie yes ! put babies in me ! please, just need your babies ! gimme your cum please !" you moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing your hips closer to him, feeling him more and more.

for hours he kept on pounding his cul into you, assuring the good news that would follow. he'd give you the twins you dreamt about, fucking so much cum into you that you could only be dizzy and loud for him, your head spinning at each load you received.

when you finally finished, you passing out in his arms, he kept himself deeply held into you, naturally plugging you full and rolling his hips under yours to leak out little drops of more cum. you kept on whimpering his name tenderly as his hans caressed your back softly.

"my angel, my sweet sweet sweet love... know that my love knows no bound and that the children we'll raise together will know nothing more than unconditional love. forever."

[ughdontbeboring]

no time

henry cavill x woc reader

Henry is in no mood for teasing

warnings: smut (minors dni)

sidenote: of course im my horniest right before bed and when i wake up, so this magic is me just waking up 😅😇 i dont give permission for mt work to be used anywhere in any form.

if you fucks with it, like it, love it, reblog ans comment! 🥰

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Her hips rolled back and forth smoothly at a slow pace. The slick seeping from her core wetting his hard cock that was pinned between their bodies.

The waiting game was driving him crazy. 

“Stop teasing love” he huffed up at her. 

Mischief twinkled in her eyes.

“No” she simply stated. 

Her hips rolling slower. She didn’t know how long she’d last playing this little game. She was moments away from breaking, she need him so bad-

She felt his large warm hand grip her throat and pull her upper body forward before she knew what was happing. She was so focused on teasing him some more she had noticed that switch in his eyes.

Now she could see it. The games were over. He was no longer going to be her prefect English gentleman.

His large chest seemed bigger as his tanned skin stretched over his muscles. His hand was tight around her neck, not enough to hurt but enough to let her know he was done with her games. Enough to know he need her just as much as she needed him. 

They were face to face. Her body completely flushed with his. Heat radiated off his hot body warming her against the hotels ac that was blasting. God this man was always a furnace.

“You love this shit” He taunted, it was true she did, she loved when he got rough, when he used her. “I can feel even more slick dripping down my balls because I grabbed you by your pretty little neck”

She whimpered as she sucked her bottom lip. He was right, she could feel more slick dripping from her and onto his cock and balls. Henry made a sound that came from deep within his chest, god she was making him even harder. But she hadn’t moved.

“Sink that wet tight cunt on my fat cock now princess” Henry commanded as grinded gassing her. She jerked at the action, pleasure flooding her body. 

“Y/N-“ He started when she didn’t move. 

He didn’t have to finish using her name before she was scrambling to grip his cock. Henry hardly used her name, unless he was in one of those moods. As much as she loved those moods she also knew they didn’t have the time to fully go there. Henry was never late for anything that his job required of him, it was something he was proud of, she wouldn’t want him to start now just because of her. 

Her starting this situation this morning was risking because they didn’t have much time before his team would be here to get Henry ready for his first premier of his new movie. 

A movie that also required her lover grow a beard. She loved all of Henry’s looks but beards just made her feral and she was constantly jumping on him whenever she had the chance, like now even when she knew their was no time.

But what was she to do when she woke up to a hard cock rubbing against her, while the beast of a man laid sleeping? Wake him up to a wet and warm mouth like he loved. 

Finally she sunk his head with in her as she laid hovered over his chest.

The man’s cock was large and thick, every time felt like the first time with Henry. She knew he loved that she struggled to take him but that she always did and did well for him. 

She took a deep breathe before pushing down more. She seen his face falter, his brows pinch together in pleasure before returning to a cold icy glare. 

“Oh fuck” she moaned. That harsh glare always did something to her. He just looked so hot angry but she knew it was malice free. She also knew that glare was his trying to contain himself. Oh how she wished they had time for him to spend the day using and fucking her at his whim. 

Tired of her games and the fact that she had hardly taken much of him, Henry took control and started to push more of himself into her wet cunt. 

“Shit Henry” she moaned out trying to steady herself, one hand laid on his furry chest and the other around the hand that still held her throat. Without notice Henry sunk fully into warmth before he started to drill up into her. 

She gasped as she fell forward, trying to hold on. His thick long veiny cock splitting her walls. Her hands moved to grip his large shoulder and the other around the back of his head. The short styled hair cut was ticking her soft palm. 

His thrust were brutal as he planted his feet and drilled into her. The action causing her whole body to jerk forward while she tried to hold on. 

“My pretty girl you better hold on….if I slip out this cunt before I cum, I won’t let you cum the rest of this press tour” His deep voice threatened in her ear. 

Her eyes widen as she tighten her grip on him, her pussy involuntarily gripping him tighter at the threat that had her cunt soaking him more. Henry smiled against her neck, his nasty girl loved this little games just as much as him and she had no clue his publicist texted him last night that they would be meeting later because of a delay at the venue. 

She was in for a few more round this morning. 

[afriendlyblackhottie]

With your incredible Black!Reader content, id like to request a nasty ass threesome with Chris Evans and Henry Cavill😅💦

Two Timer

Summary: You’ve been fucking around with Chris and Henry and they finally found out about one another.

Pairings: Chris Evans x Black!Reader x Henry Cavill

Warnings: smut, swearing, cheating (?), mmf threesome, dub con (better safe than sorry), hands tied up, degradation, cumshot

(A/N: sorry I’m still struggling with mmf, but this was still fun to write. This is unedited 😬 Thanks for the request ☺️. Had to edit cuz my dumbass forgot the picture. Reblog always 💜 ✌🏾)

Tagging: @titty-teetee @queenoftheworldisdead @olyvoyl @liquorlaughslove @harrysthiccthighss @mariahthelioness29 @donutloverxo @hqneyyincc @zaddychris @iam-laiya

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It was bound to happen at some point.

You knew they were acquaintances at the very least. Had seen pictures of them together when you Googled them. They were both heartthrobs. Women everywhere wanted a piece of them. So when both of them showed interest you weren’t going to not take advantage of that.

You met Henry first. Had been done in by his old school charm. He was so debonair yet with this hint of shyness that made you kind of crazy. When he fucked you he made sure to take his time. Always leaving you breathless and satisfied. It was kind of hard to mess around when he lived on an entirely different continent.

When you’d met Chris it was only a few months later. At some event. He was kind of a goofball and had kept you laughing all night. Then you let him take you home where he pounded you all night. Letting that nice guy façade fall as he fucked the shit out of you.

Neither of them had talked to you about being exclusive. If anything you’d just assumed you were someone they occasionally fucked. It wasn’t until the both of them pretty much stormed into your house still dressed in their suits because they’d ran into each other at an event that you found out you were mistaken.

Which is how you’d ended up where you are now. Apparently they’d been talking about you to each other. Not that they’d noticed at first. Until they started to compare notes. Noticing insane specific similarities.

Now you were on your stomach with Henry using your mouth. He leaned forward to smack your ass. “Thought you could play us?” He grumbled. “Didn’t think we’d find out?” He thrusted making you taking him down your throat. He was just so big.

Chris had tied your hands up behind your back. Now holding onto them as he entered your wet heat. He smacked your ass. “Greedy little slut. How many more of my friends are you fucking?” He grunted as he slammed into you.

You moaned around Henry. Looking up with him with those sorrowful eyes. “Don’t feel bad now, Sweets,” he said. “Those pretty eyes aren’t getting you out of this.”

“Isn’t her mouth fucking perfect?” Chris grunted because even though you were trying to act like you hadn’t wanted it your pussy juices were dripping down his length like you did.

You were so tight around him. Every time felt like he was fucking you for the first time. The ways your walls tightened around him. Even then you still took him like a good girl. Now he knew it was because you were a cock hungry slut.

“So fucking perfect. I could cum down her little throat.” Henry groaned.

Every time Chris thrusted into you, it made you go forward so you could take Henry down your throat. You felt so full. Even though you were trying to act like you hated it you were in heaven.

You nodded enthusiastically as you looked up at him. “Oh, Henry, she wants it.”

“Yeah, whore? You want it? Want me to cum down your throat?” He baby talked at you and suddenly you were drunk off of cock. “Oh, Sweets, I knew you were a nasty girl, but I didn’t know you were like this.” He pulled you off of him, stroking his cock now. “Beg for it.”

You sniffled. “Can you cum down my throat please?”

“Is that what you want?” He grunted.

“Please?” You whined. Right at that moment Chris decided to start fucking into your spot making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Found that spot?” Henry smirked at the other man.

“Yeah you like when I hit your spot?” Chris asked.

You nodded, but were so lost in what he was doing that when you tried to open your mouth all that came out was this little squeak. Henry was still stroking himself in front of your face.

You opened your mouth again waiting for him to either enter or shoot his load into it. “Stay just like that,” he grunted.

Chris grabbed your hands so he could have better leverage as he slammed you down onto him. The force he was putting in was making your orgasm approach fast.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered.

“I dunno, Henry. Think she deserves it?” Chris asked slowing down now.

“I think she’s done a good job at making it up to us, but we’ll need to spend all night reminding her,” Henry said.

“You’re lucky Henry is so nice, Baby. If it was only us I would toture that little cunt until you couldn’t take it and then torture it more.” His hips picked up speed again and you felt yourself explode around him giving you the most intense orgasm of your life.

“Oh god!”

Seeing you like that made Henry finally let go. Shooting his spunk all over your face and into your open mouth. Thick gobs of his cum covering your face. “That’s it, Sweets,” he groaned.

Chris followed not to far behind not being able to hold off for much longer either. Except he’d pulled out to shoot all along your ass.

Fuck you couldn’t wait to see how the rest of the night was going to play out.