#My first sweater KAL

[adrienneleclerc]

Cachetona

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N gets told she’s cute all the time by everyone including her boyfriend and she worries that he doesn’t find her sexy

Warning: grammar and spelling errors, no translated Spanish porque me da flojera, IMPLIED innocence and corruption kink if you could call it that, honestly. It's kinda angsty fluff

A/N: I actually requested something similar to @shellyshellshell but this time I’m gonna add my own spin to it. I get told I’m cute and adorable by my bestie, I’ve been told I was cute by some adults, and I’m fine with it. Like I’m 21, I know I’m cute and adorable, because of my personality along with my chubby cheeks, so this is something I worry about and lowkey struggle with. Like I feel I can’t dress in a “sexy” way or do my makeup in a “sexy” way because I feel like it doesn’t match my face or hair at all. Así que me toca vestirme “cute”

Y/N has always had a rounder face and chubby cheeks. Even at her big age of 32, she still has those chubby cheeks that her mom likes to point out all the time. She thought she would have looked more mature by now like other women her age, she thought wrong.

However, truth be told she really didn’t mind being called cute growing up. It wasn’t until her previous partners only saw her as cute, it was even worse when her current boyfriend, Henry Cavill, started calling her cute.

They met a few months ago at Disneyland, which was already a bad start, Henry took his nephews (and nieces, idk) while Y/N went with her friends as a big Disney fan herself. They met on the line of the INCREDIBLES rollercoaster because his niece liked the loungefly bag Y/N had, again, not the best start.

Henry thought that Y/N was adorable in her Disney bound of Marie from the Aristocats and they kept talking in the line until he made the move to invite her to eat after the ride, to which she obviously said yes to because who the hell would say no. And that’s how it all began.

At Disneyland

“So Y/N, I like your outfit, it’s adorable, Marie?” Henry asked, gesturing at her outfit that consisted of white shorts, a pastel pink top with a pink bow in her hair, wearing a pearl choker with a gold bow charm, and pastel pink platform converse.

“Oh yes, it one of my favorite classic Disney movies. I’m a big fan of Disney. What about you? You have a favorite Disney movie?” Y/N asked.

“I’d have to say Hercules.” Henry answered.

“The music is amazing, and I love Megara. Anyway, what are you working on right now?” Y/N asked.

They were together for the rest of the Disney trip until on of her friends, Valeria, called her to say they’re leaving. Henry asked for her phone number and he called her the next day so they could have their first date.

First date

Y/N went to her closet and chose a White lace top with light blue shorts, nude block heel ankle boots, and her pearl choker again. Henry sent her the address of the coffee shop he wanted to meet at and when he saw her at the door, he thought she looked beautiful.

“Thank you for meeting me here, you look precious.” Henry said.

“Thank you, you look handsome.” Y/N said, sitting down at the table. When they ordered, Y/N ordered a brownie and a strawberry creme frappe for some much needed sugar and Henry ordered a croissant and coffee.

They talked about whatever people talk about on first dates, it went really well until...

"I'll call you later, cutie." Henry said, kissng Y/N on the cheek.

Present day

Y/N was in Henry's living room, wearing glasses, hair in two braids, a cream knit sweater, and shorts with Kal by her side. Henry came through the door after a meeting with his agent.

"Hey, Bunny, you're looking adorable today, how was your day?" Henry asked. 'Bunny' was your nickname because after you sneeze, you would twitch your nose before rubbing your nose with your thumb (guilty), much like a rabbit would.

"My day has been fine, took Kal for a walk, made him one of those frozen treats that are safe for dogs, safe to say he enjoyed them, el muy goloso." Y/N said.

"Thats good to hear." Henry said as he got close enough squish her face. "I love these chubby cheeks of yours, you're so cute." and Henry kissed her and went to pet Kal. "Are you going to stay and eat? I can make my specialty."

"I'd love to but i actually gotta head out." Y/N said, hoping Henry doesn't notice anything wrong with her.

"I can take you, it's no problem at all." Henry said.

"No, no, its fine, you cook whatever, I'll just make something at my apartment." Y/N said and kissed Henry before going to her car. She couldn't take it, she has been called 'cute' one too many times by Henry and to top it off, he mentioned her chubby cheeks, she was a grown woman, there are only so many times a grown woman could be called cute.

She drove to her apartment and began muttering.

"Can't believe he called me adorable." Y/N said, closing the door, putting her bag on the couch. She then saw her reflection in the full body mirror Valeria insisted in getting for their apartment. "No wonder he calls me cute." She observed her hair in braids and took it off, messing up her hair. She took off her glasses to see if that makes anything better - it didn't. Thats when she heard the door open.

"Amiga! No sabes cuanta gente estaban en las tiendas." Valeria said, putting her shopping bags down. "What happened? I thought you were going to be with your superstar boyfriend all day." Valeria said, looking at Y/N who is staring at her reflection.

"Henry called me cute again, y dijo algo sobre yo siendo cachetona." Y/N said.

"But Amiga, I thought you were okay with being called cute." Valeria said.

"I am fine with my family members or my friends calling me cute because I know that. Like I’m not exactly built like a Victoria’s Secret Angel, but I thought that at least my boyfriend of all people would at least find me hot. Clearly Henry doesn't see me that way." Y/N said as she plopped down on the floor.

"Hey, you don't know that." Valeria attempted to comfort her friend.

"He was called me adorable, precious, cute, not even beautiful, and he has never called me sexy." Y/N stated.

"Yeah, I can't argue with that." Valeria said.

"See! Y siendo cachetona no me ayuda. Men call you sexy, how can I be more like you?" Y/N asked. "Agh, I sound like a fucking teenager."

"It's all about confidence." Valeria said but Y/N kept looking at her. "Okay, I love you, you know I do, but you do own a lot of pastel colors in your closet. You can borrow my clothes whenever you're out with Henry, that's a given, but even the way you do your makeup is cute, and I know you hate hearing that."

"You're right, you're right. Okay, show me how to do my makeup so it could look ‘hot’ instead of ‘cute’.” Y/N said and that’s exactly what Valeria did. She gave Y/N a Smokey eye with Fox eyeliner, a darker lipstick, contour so her face looks slimmer, and minimal blush. “I feel ridiculous.” Y/N said.

“That’s because you’re not used to it. Also, if you want to look hotter, you need to straighten your hair. Like that sleek straight look.” Valeria said. “But that’s for the next time you want to see Henry, has he texted you?”

“Mm, no, not yet. Which one of these outfits do you think would look better on me?” Y/N said, opening up Valeria’s closet.

The next day, Y/N was in bed when she got a text from Henry.

Toro: hey Bunny, you want to come over tonight? I’ll cook your favorite.

You: yeah, Torito, I’ll come over, what time?

Toro: 6 sounds fine?

You: yep, sounds good.

Toro: okay, see you later, cutie 😘

“Cutie.” Y/N mocked. She got off her bed and went to Valeria’s closet and took out some things that she believed Henry might like her in. “Valeria, I’m borrowing your clothes!”

“Okay!” Valeria shouted from the shower. “You gonna shower so I can leave the water running for you?”

“Yeah, thank you!” Y/N shouted.

Y/N took a shower, washed her hair really well, shaved, when she finished, she put on lotion, her underwear, and a robe to blowout her hair. She changed and her her robe back on to do her makeup, took off her robe, and put on a perfume Henry bought you. She put on some black heels and a pair of her gold hoop earrings. She went to show Valeria.

“How do I look?” Y/N asked.

“Estás buena.” Valeria said.

“Thank you, let’s hope Henry thinks so.” Y/N said.

She got into her car and drove to Henry’s. She stayed in her car for a few minutes.

“Okay, it’s all good, you look hot, you look sexy, you’re not cute, not adorable, you’re hot.” Y/N said to herself before leaving the car and knocking on Henry’s door. Henry opened it and was in awe of how Y/N looked.

“Wow, Bunny, you look great!” Henry said, hugging her and letting her in the house. “So I’m making the rice now, the chicken is already done.”

“Great. Hola, Osito, how are you, Kal?” Y/N cooed at the fluffy Akita.

“You’re so cute.” Henry said. Y/N paused for a second.

“Toro, can we talk about something?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah, of course. What’s on your mind, cutie?” Henry asked.

“That.” Y/N pointed at him.

“What do you mean?” Henry asked.

“Okay, I’m going to ask you a serious question and I need you to answer me honestly. Do you find me attractive?” Y/N asked.

“What kind of question is that? Of course I do, you know I think you’re precious to me.” Henry tried to reassure Y/N.

“No no no, not like that, I mena like sexually attractive.” Y/N said.

“I Don’t understand.” Henry said.

“Okay, we’ve met at Disneyland, right? You thought I was cute, that’s understandable because I tried to look as adorable as possible because I was Disney bounding. But the dates after Disney, you kept calling me cute or adorable or precious. Now i grew up getting called cute, my friends and family call me cute, I don’t mind getting called by them. But when my boyfriend calls me cute, someone I’m supposed to feel desired by…I know it’s stupid, and even saying this out loud is stupid, but when I’m dressed like this.” Y/N said, gesturing to her outfit. “And you still call me cute, it feels like you’re not attracted to me the same way I’m attracted to you. So please tell me something before we go any further in our relationship.” Y/N said. Henry was stunned. He didn’t know what to say. He turned off the stove and led Y/N to the living room so they could talk on the couch.

“Y/N, i am very attracted to you.” Henry said, look into her eyes.

“It doesn’t feel like it. Why do you always call me cute though? Why is it never beautiful or gorgeous or even sexy?” Y/N asked

“Because your adorable nature is something I find very sexy.” Henry said leaning in.

“A ver, Toro, i Don’t understand.” Y/N said, leaning back.

“Your aura, your way of presenting yourself, is very innocent and cute. It’s like loving an angel. So I find you very sexy, the way you dress in your pastel colors makes you look so angelic when we both know what’s underneath is down right sinful. You are so bloody tempting that I call you cute to hold myself back from doing what I really want to do to you.” Henry said.

“Who knew the great Henry Cavill has a innocence kink.” Y/N giggled a little.

“Yeah yeah, tease all you want, bunny. But do you understand what I’m telling you?” Henry grabbed her chin to tilted her head so she’s looking in his eyes. “You are very sexy, I find your cuteness very sexy. And I’m sorry if I made you feel like you weren’t desired because you are, I desire you every night.” Henry said and they kissed. “You feel better now, bunny?”

“Yeah I’m fine. Thank you, Toro.” Y/N said. “So…when did you first think I was sexy?” Y/N asked and Henry chuckled.

“Alright, let’s eat first and then we’ll discuss that, Bunny.” Henry said, leading Y/N to the kitchen.

The End

So Henry’s nickname is “Toro” which means “bull” because he’s a Taurus and of course really strong like a bull.

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Wrong Color: Bruce Wayne X Clark Kent

Summertime Prompt: Day 5, "Doppelgangers/Evil Twins" Pairing Type: M/M Rating: E/Sex, violence, dead dove Warnings: Doppelgangers, rape/noncon, dead dove, painful sex, bloody sex, alien anatomy, anal sex, mention of character death, mention of necrophilia, mention of breeding, Background Relationships: Dick Grayson/Superboys, Jason Todd/Bizzaro, Tim Drake/Conner Kent, Damian Wayne/Jon Kent Summary: A peaceful night in Gotham is interrupted by imposters from another Earth. Each is strikingly similar to their Super counterparts, but everything is the wrong color. The Bats are attacked by evil and twisted versions of their partners with no mercy or remorse.

It’s a quiet night in Gotham for once. The patrols are handled by Stephanie, Cass, and Duke. Barbara is on coms from her couch, favoring it over the usual Oracle set up for lax patrols like this. Bruce is kind of relaxed for once. Alfred convinced him to get the boys together for a movie and aside from the occasional bickering, it’s going well. Jason’s fallen asleep, his head tilted back over the sofa and soft snores escaping him. Dick is stretched out over a couch, pillows and blankets cuddled to his chest like he’s little Robin again. Tim is clutching a cup of coffee with his legs kicked over the arm of his chair. Damian is laid out on a floor pallet as he shines a batarang and listens to the movie passively. And Bruce, he couldn't be more content. Maybe a night off to hang out with his kids every couple of weeks isn’t such a bad idea.

Then there’s something on his chest, that’s what he notices first. The heavy pressure like a brick hitting him square on. Then it’s the wind as it surrounds him and makes him shiver. In a blink, the den is gone and he’s face to face with Clark. They’re outside, it’s cold without a sweater, and Clark’s eyes aren’t blue.

“Clark?” Bruce says, breathy from being shoved and flown away. His hand reaches up to touch Clark’s face, but he’s stopped by a vice grip that would break his wrist if not for the watch on it taking most of the pressure. He winces. “Baby, what’s going on?”

Clark’s eyes flick over Bruce’s body and they are very much not right. Clark’s eyes are a perfect blue, a blue Bruce made sure to have his ties made in. Bruce knows his partner’s eyes like he knows the streets of Gotham or the compartments of his utility belt, these are not Clark’s eyes. They’re gray. Gray and harsh, wholly not a farm boy’s.

“Baby?” Clark mutters, smirking. “How did a subpar man like you get yourself into the bed of a Kryptonian?”

Bruce knows he has Kryptonite fixed under his watch. Dick called him paranoid for it, but when he started dating Clark he knew he didn’t want to take any chances. He trusts Clark, he loves Clark, but things happen. Things like this.

“Who are you?” Bruce asks evenly, his mind figuring a way to get the lead compartment open.

Clark clicks his tongue, his eyes now meeting Bruce’s. “Kal-El, of course. A much better version of your pathetic Clark.”

“What makes you better?”

The imposter has lines when he smiles where Clark would have dimples. “My planet lives.”

“You’re from another Earth.”

“Smart little thing, aren’t you?” He chuckles. “I can see why he finds you entertaining.”

“Father.”

The men look over to find a young man that looks quite like Jon, but Bruce knows it’s not. In the boy’s hand is Damina’s jacket collar, Damian on his knees and unconscious. For one, if Jon did ever hurt Damian he would be cradling him and holding back tears. And, again, the most obvious thing is the eyes. Jon, bright and happy all throughout his little years with dazzling blue eyes just like his fathers that would rival Ace’s pouting talents. This boy has those lifeless gray eyes.

“What?” Clark snaps, finally releasing Bruce’s wrist.

Bruce steps back, not reaching for the Kryptonite right away. It would be expected and he doesn’t have nearly enough to subdue two Kryptonians. He needs to wait for Jon to leave, take care of Clark, and slip away to the cave for his larger stash.

“We’ve found the information you requested.”

“Go on.” Clark crosses his arms and Bruce finds it much less endearing than when his Clark does it.

Jon tosses Damian to the ground and it makes Bruce wince, every inch of his instincts wanting to go to his son and make sure he’s okay. But he stays still, watching his opponents carefully and letting the Batman part of his brain work.

“Our counterparts seem to be in relationships with each member of this human family respectfully.” Jon gestured to the unconscious Damian. “I apparently with this pathetic child, Kon with scrawny one, B with the meathead, and you with… that.” He gestures vaguely to Bruce.

Clark tilts his head. “They have an additional, I saw.”

Jon rolls his eyes. “Apparently Richard Grayson still breathes here.”

“Interesting.” Clark smiles. “Why don’t you boys let out some steam? These inferiors must be able to handle our counterparts, so they should have no problem accommodating us.”

Jon smiles in a way that would make the Joker shiver and Bruce, for the first time, has a flicker of fear from the boy. “Thank you, father.”

Clark nods, waving him off. “Ah, and make sure to use Grayson. He was good on our Earth, I imagine he’s just as good here.”

With a sickly grin, Jon grips Damian’s collar and flies off. Bruce watches Clark carefully, waiting for the signs of beginning superspeed as he slowly unlocks the compartment in his watch. As Clark turns, Bruce holds up the Kryptonite.

“Oh, baby.” Clark mocks. “Wrong color.”

Bruce can hardly blink before Clark is on him. No, not just on him, Clark is in him. In a heartbeat, the imposter has Bruce on the ground with his clothes ripped from his body and his substantial Kryptonian dick shoved so deep into Bruce that it pulses against his heart. Of course Bruce has taken Clark fully before, he’s felt the massive length  stretched open his ass and reaching all the way to his throat. But Clark always prepares him, always makes sure Bruce has taken the durability medicine just in case, always fingers him open and kisses him a million times with adorably sweet words and those beautiful eyes. Having his entire digestive system fucked and fixed tightly around Clark’s dick has always been pleasurable, never like this.

He’s never hurt Bruce.

“I can see why he likes you.” The false Clark mutters in Bruce’s ear. “You take it like a good bitch.”

Bruce tries to think about the last time he heard Clark use that word. Never. Clark has never said that word as far as Bruce knows.

“I just want to make sure you know.” Clark mutters, his lips brushing against Bruce’s ear. “My boys are doing the same thing to your boys.”

Bruce winces, a growl ripping through his throat despite himself. Again, he knows it’s not new. He knows his boys are active with their respective partners, hell he just had the talk with Damian. But he also knows that the Kents are good kids, even Bizzaro is a gentle giant. He knows his boys are treated right. But with these Kents, Bruce wants to claw his way out of this and save them.

Clark starts to move then. His hips piston right away, fully splitting Bruce in half as he rocks in and out. “You know, Richard Grayson is dead on my Earth.” Clark grips Bruce’s hips and Bruce lets his head drop to the ground. “Do you want to know how he died?”

If Bruce was an idiot, he’d answer. But he knows better. He’s been taunted before, he knows that playing any additional part of this sick fantasy is the worst thing to do. Instead he just tries to focus on anything but the feeling of that hard steel dick plunging into his body and the blood it draws out.

“See…” Clark groans, changing his angle and successfully fucking up into Bruce’s throat. “My son thought he was pretty. And I thought he was pretty. It didn’t take much time until the whole family wanted to fuck that perfect ass of his. Poor little bird’s heart gave out.” He snickers. “We still fucked him of course.”

Bruce has never felt more rage than he has in this moment, but the mix of choking on the giant dick in his throat and his own blood takes all of his focus. His intestines are stretched out, his organs rearranged, normally a pleasant feeling with Clark and the medication to help, but right now Bruce didn’t even feel this much pain when Bane broke his back.

Clark’s lips press to his neck, his thrusts becoming shallow and fast. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure my seed stays in you for days, Bruce.” He licks a stripe up to his ear. “You know, on my Earth Kryptonians conquered everything. We fuck as we please and men like you get bitched early on. I could take you back, make you mine and make you give me a million kids.”

“Fuck… you…” Bruce chokes out, his heart starting to skip in an alarming way.

Clark chuckles in his ear. “Maybe if you get too loose, but just for a little break.”

Bruce squeezes his eyes shut, feeling his body starting to give out. He hopes the boys don’t feel this bad, maybe they die quicker, maybe they escaped. Then, in a split second, Bruce feels empty. He can breathe again and everything hurts so intensely. He can’t get his senses to work, his eyes are blurry and his ears pound so loudly it’s like he’s back in the Penguin’s overpopulated zoo.

“Bruce?” Clark, his mind supplies. Soft and worried and the cutest amount of south-midwest Kansas twang. Clark’s hands are gentle as he picks Bruce off the ground, cradling his body and kissing his head. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart, I’m so, so sorry.”

Bruce blinks his eyes open and steady enough to see that blue. That perfect blue looking down at him with tears everywhere. He wants to say something, but Clark’s name dies in his throat.

“Shh, it’s okay.” Clark soothes through his tears. ��Zatanna’s coming, she’ll heal you, you’re gonna be okay.”

Bruce takes ragged breaths, a little smile coming onto his face. He knows Clark’s saying that to convince himself more than Bruce. He also knows that if anyone can fix this, it’s Zatanna. Anything is better than the Lazarus Pit.

Clark holds Bruce as he slips into sleep just before Zatanna arrives. With a teary-eyed but focused Clark, she heals Bruce first. Her incantations put halos over him and Clark almost sobs as he watches with his x-ray vision as Bruce’s intestines realign. Diana arrives purely to hold his hand, the only one he might not crush with his emotions like this. She tells him that the doppelgangers have been subdued and that other healers are working with Bruce’s boys. When Zatanna leaves the three of them just sit there for a while, Bruce asleep but healthy and Clark and Diana simply watching him.

“I almost lost him.” Clark mutters after a while, his hand brushing over Bruce’s hair. “I didn’t get here soon enough.”

“They caught us by surprise, ambushed the strongest first.” Diana says softly.

“Why him?” Clark sobs. “What makes them the strongest?”

Diana presses her lips into a line, remembering why Bruce is the one she would consider the most dangerous. “Bruce is Bruce.” She looks down at her friend. “Not only has he trained his children to be vigilant, he is one of the most prepared people I have ever seen. He could take the world if he had the motivation and time.”

Clark smiles softly. “I love him.”

“I know.” Diana says. “I love him too, you’re my dearest friends… I’ll ensure the men that attacked our family see justice.”

Clark sighs. “How… how could I ever be that man?”

“You’re not. That isn’t a man, it’s a monster.” Diana says firmly. She rests a hand over Clark’s on Bruce’s chest and dips her head to meet his eyes. “You should take him to his room. Check on the boys.”

Clark nods softly, his voice breaking. “Okay.”

Diana flies off to join the Green Lanterns who guard the doppelgangers and Clark, as gentle as he ever has been, carries Bruce into the manor. He passes Raven, still healing Dick as he lays sprawled on the floor in a pool of blood. Then Jason who is cuddled into Bizzaro’s chest like his life depends on staying there. Then Tim, passed out in his room down the hall with Conner pacing at his bedside. And finally Damian, held by Jon in the corner of the study where no one but Clark’s powered eyes could see.

Clark tries to put on a brave face for the trusted members of the League that fill the halls. Only the Kents and the inner council know what really happened, most have just been told it was just an attack. In Bruce’s room, Clark lays his partner down as carefully as he would a baby bat. When he stands, straightening his back and looking down at Bruce’s perfect face, he sobs again. He wants to make everything okay, he wants to go back and fix it. He has half a mind to find Barry and make him do just that, but he knows messing with time would only make things worse. So he settles for sitting beside Bruce’s bed and watching every last detail of his face as he sleeps.

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Hall Pass - Chapter 3

Paring: Henry Cavill x Reader (RPF)

Series Summary: You run into Henry Cavill at the start of a two-week house-sitting vacation. You had some previous plans. Some were ruined by your now ex-boyfriend. Some were made better. Guess by whom?

Series Warning and A/Ns: Check out the Masterlist

Playlist: I will add to Spotify with each chapter.

Word Count: 4K

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

You almost squealed with glee but somehow managed to keep composure while you finished drying off as Henry emerged from the water with one giant step up to the ledge. You did not miss a glance at his sculpted thighs and well-rounded ass. You and your friends called him thicc. 

With the towel still wrapped around you, you slipped your suit off before pulling on your comfy sweater. The ride back would suck if you put your clothes on over the damp suit, so while Henry made for the pine tree dressing room again, you stepped into your leggings. You would just suffer with no bra or underwear, not a big deal. And you’d have time for a quick rinse when you arrived back at the house after untacking the horses. 

Henry returned and helped you finish packing the saddlebags before giving you a boost up to Butterscotch. His firm, large hand gripped just a tad tighter around your ass than you thought strictly necessary to help you into the saddle but you were not going to argue about it.

Once he was settled in his saddle, you turned the horses home. Henry gave a whistle and Kal came bounding out from the trees. 

“Oh my God, I feel terrible! I completely forgot Kal was with us. Is it okay he was gone on his own for so long?” you asked with what you assumed was a look of horror on your face.

“Well, let’s see. Kal?” Henry called down. “Everything alright?” Kal gave a sharp, happy bark and ran around, leaping and bounding with abandon. Henry turned to you and offered a laugh to lighten your concern. “He seems perfectly fine.”

After arriving back at the house, you and Henry untacked the horses and headed inside for quick showers. For a brief moment, it seemed Henry was contemplating asking you to just join him in his shower.

“I think we’d end up missing the appointment after all,” you mused, to which Henry groaned just a little but acquiesced and headed into his guest room without you.

For maybe the first time in your life, you made it out of the room, showered and dressed before anyone else. And by anyone else, you meant Henry at this moment, who was clearly still behind a closed door and you did not want to knock, afraid to intrude so you set about stoking the morning's fire so it would be ready and roaring for the massages. 

When the team arrived, you asked David and Alexa to set up in front of the fireplace. You were about to go get Henry when your phone chimed.

ready?

Yup! You?

on my way

Henry strode into the room with such confidence you were almost blown away. He introduced himself and chatted with the massage therapists for a moment, putting them at ease with the obviously unexpected circumstances. He asked if they could understand why he’d like to ask for their complete discretion about the service and that for their trouble he was willing to triple their fee. 

When both David and Alexa were done picking their jaws off the floor, he asked for their full name and cell numbers and sent them on in a text, which he explained was to his assistant who would be sending standard NDAs in just a few moments if they could agree to spare a bit more time to organize everything before they got started.

He turned to you with a small apologetic smile and you mouthed a quiet “No worries. Me?” to which he gave a slow shake of his head. With the forms e-signed and the curtains drawn to darken the room as much as possible, you and Henry took turns disrobing and climbing onto the massage tables and under the modesty sheets.

When Alexa smoothed her hands down your back over the sheet, warming you up and preparing you for her actual touch, you couldn’t help but think there were probably three people in the room right now just barely containing themselves over the fact that Henry Cavill was mostly naked on a table next to them.

You took some deep breaths to try to push that thought out of your head and just focus on focusing on nothing except the way the strong hands swept down your back again once the sheet had been folded down. With just a few more deep, long strokes you were fully and completely in your head enjoying the massage and you stayed that way, almost oblivious to the movement beside you, until you heard a low moan.

You were snapped back to the reality that you were barely covered and getting a massage next to Henry Cavill. It took a few more moments to let that sound sink away and out of your consciousness as you returned once again to luxuriating in the relaxing motions. A little over halfway through, Alexa invited you to turn onto your back, holding the sheet in a way to shield you from both her eyes and those of anyone at the table next to you. As you settled back into a relaxed, prone state, you noticed David bent down in a hushed conversation with Henry, but again, you worked hard to remove any concern from your thoughts and just enjoy the moment.

With the short delay at the beginning, your 90-minute massage had reduced to about 80, but you were still just this side of sleep when Alexa pressed her hands gently into your collarbones with a deep exhale and thanked you quietly for the time.

You blinked your eyes open and thanked her as well, taking your own deep inhale and letting go of the last of any stress you had been feeling about the day and the situation. As you sat up, holding the sheet around you, you noticed Henry was still face down and David was just offering him a closing press on his shoulders and gracious thanks as well.

“I’m just gonna go get dressed,” you whispered to Alexa, who nodded and began packing her supplies. When you returned, Henry was gone and Alexa and David were just zipping the bags around their folding tables, giggling and chatting quietly. David noticed you and cleared his throat.

“I just have to ask. I know this wasn’t the name of the person originally booked for this appointment. I would have remembered that. How is Henry Cavill in your home right now?”

You gave a gentle laugh as you handed the now folded sheet to Alexa. “It’s a long story.”

“Well, you are one lucky lady. This may be the best thing that has ever happened to me in my dull, short life,” he beamed.

“But you’re keeping it quiet, right? I would hate for something to get out about this and ruin anything for him,” you asked with a subtle hint of concern.

“Who’s ruining what for whom?” Henry’s voice reverberated through your chest as he reentered the room, now clothed in sweatpants and a comfy looking sweater.

“Mum’s the word,” David replied, motioning as if to lock his mouth and throw away the key.

“Well, may I help you out with your equipment?” Henry asked.

“Oh, lord, no. And have you ruin any progress we made easing those back muscles? Absolutely not.”

“Well, then, here.” Henry held out his hand and small stack of folded bills. “For all your trouble.”

“Thank you very much.” David took a sheepish peek at the amount before he let out a small gasp. “This is really too…”

“Exactly what we agreed to and you two deserve,” Henry interrupted. “I sincerely appreciate it.”

Alexa and David loaded their equipment and left with the rather large sum of money Henry just randomly had available on his person. You were amazed.

“Alright then, what say you let me make you a sandwich tonight,” Henry offered. “I’m sure not the anniversary dinner you had planned, but there is no reason for you to slave over a stove for me again tonight, and I think something light sounds perfect. Okay?”

You didn’t argue. You were so relaxed, and besides, you’d already used the sauce meant for tonight on dinner the night before. So there was no longer a planned anniversary meal available anyway.

If Henry’s mind was already back on the connection made in the hot spring, he didn’t show it. He was friendly and cheery as he crafted two tremendous looking sandwiches and grabbed some cut veggies for a side. He popped the cork on a nice bottle of white he found chilling in the fridge and poured two glasses before dishing a bowl of kibble for Kal.

You took your plates and drinks to the great room and Henry stoked the fire again before sitting down to eat. You made more pleasant conversation, completely avoiding the elephant in the room: that Henry Cavill had made serious passes at you earlier in the day and that he was likely going to continue his efforts once dinner was done and dishes were put away.

You were not wrong. As you closed the cabinet where you stashed the newly dried plates, you felt his presence as Henry stepped behind you. You turned to face him and leaned back against the counter with a smile.

“May I kiss you again? Now?” he asked and you just nodded, still at a loss for the words to explain how this was happening to you at the moment.

Henry took a step closer, caging you in his arms as he placed his hands on the counter to either side of your waist and bent to place his lips against yours. This kiss was more insistent than that at the hot spring, as if he had been holding back and now decidedly wasn’t. Neither were you.

You closed your eyes and let him taste you, relishing the feel of his tongue along yours. The soft moan only spurred him on and it wasn’t long before you felt him place his hands on your hips and lift you to sit on the counter. You opened your eyes to watch him step inside your thighs, spreading your legs so he could ease his way closer to your core, where you now felt the length and firmness of his obviously hard cock.

Henry pulled away, leaving your lips longing for him. The way he tilted his head left and bent ever closer to lick and nibble at your neck made up for the loss. When he found the spot he was looking for, you felt him smile against your skin as you let out another moan, louder and filled with want.

“The things I’d like to do to you,” Henry whispered into your ear with a low growl.

“I'm pretty sure I’ll let you,” you responded, then gasped as he moved your legs around his hips and stepped back from the counter. You wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders, hanging on while he made his way out of the kitchen and into the bedroom hallway, where he paused for a brief moment.

“Yours,” you suggested, with a chuckle. “I’m not sure the twin in mine will sustain you.”

“You’ve slept in a twin bed because of me?” he asked, with a hint of mortification.

“It’s fine, please do not start apologizing again. Could we just…?” you nodded your head toward his room and pleaded with your eyes for him to keep moving you in the direction of assured bliss.

Henry laughed, then dipped his head to kiss you again, pressing you back into the wall behind you. He finally made his way into his room, stepping to the bed and depositing you at the edge before reaching for the hem of his sweater and lifting it over his head. You reached for him as he dropped it to the floor, almost touching his chest before drawing your hand back. Henry grabbed your wrist and flattened your palm to his torso.

“If I didn’t want your touch, I don’t think we’d be here.”

“It felt a little like I was treating you like an animal at a petting zoo. I thought I ought to ask first,” you admitted.

“Appreciated. You don’t need to ask anymore. I think we’re a little past that now, don’t you?”

“Maybe. I’ll still probably ask a few things,” you smirked, dragging your hand down his impossibly firm chest and over his belly. “Like, can I take these down?” You gripped the waistband of his sweats, fingers tucked against his skin and thumb pressing on the fabric. At his nod, you began to pull, using your other hand to nudge the pants down his thighs while you tried to avoid catching them on his engorged member. 

You did this all by feel, your eyes still locked onto his, watching as they darkened with lust. When you could finally tear your gaze away, it fell to his waist where you couldn’t suppress an audible gasp. You had an inkling, seeing him in those tight swim trunks and feeling him against you, but you were not prepared for the specimen before you. 

Henry settled a hand under your jaw and tilted your head back toward his.

“We’ll take it slow. Don’t worry.” 

Hidden behind those words was the obvious fact that Henry was larger than any man you’d ever been with and he knew it. Also unspoken was the truth that he had likely been with many women who were unaccustomed to a man of his size and therefore he’d developed a skill for easing into it.

He started by making a motion to lift off your sweater. You hesitated to lift your arms, suddenly realizing that as much as you would never forgive yourself if you let this opportunity pass you by, you were maybe not as prepared as you thought you were.

“Still okay?”

You furrowed your brow and sought the words to help him understand you were absolutely not rejecting his advances in any way at the moment.

“It’s just…”

“Intimidating?” he asked, with no judgment in his tone.

“I mean, yes, but not in the way you might be thinking. I’m aware of my initial reaction, but, no…it’s…” How could you say this without falling back into a pit of despair about your recent relationship?

“Would it help if I pulled these up for now?” Henry asked, bending as if to grab his pants.

“No!” You cleared your throat and laughed a little. “I mean, no, please. I realize things are a little lopsided at the moment, but…”

“Why don’t you scoot back up on the bed?” he interrupted you, stepping all the way out of his pants as he watched you shift and crawl backwards at his urging. You could feel your heart beat faster as he kneeled onto the bed and made his way to your side. You did not hide the way your eyes watched all of him. 

“You know, I did see you in that swimsuit. And I do have quite the imagination, especially with the right inspiration in front of me. But we have time. If you’d rather wait a bit…”

“That’s just it, Henry. I don’t want to wait. I haven’t wanted to wait from the moment you got into your car and followed me back here yesterday. It’s just, well, you’re you and I’m me and, well it’s been a while, okay? Not like ‘years' a while, but certainly months…” God, this was bordering on humiliating again. You remembered that even when Jeremy had made it home from work trips, he’d ignored that aspect of your relationship. But you didn’t want to say his name again or even mention it in the current situation. What a fucking mood killer.

“How about I first tell you that how hard I am for you right now is exactly how hard I was thinking about you naked on that table next to me? It’s why I convinced David that all I cared about was a shoulder and back massage. I think I disappointed him a little.”

Your eyes went wide at the admission and you smiled affectionately. “You most certainly did not disappoint him.”

“Still nervous?” he asked, and you gave a small nod in return. “Then how about I just kiss you again for a bit?” Henry offered, propped on one elbow and the other hand on your hip. You nodded again as he leaned in and proceeded to kiss you with a skill you’d only experienced once before in your life and that was a few hours ago in a natural hot spring. 

The man was adept, there was no denying it. He nibbled softly at each lip, eased his tongue inside to open your mouth wider, slid his hand up your side to caress your neck and hold you in place while he launched into the sweetest assault possible.

His touch lit you on fire and his kiss had you moaning for more. More of his kiss. More of his caress. More of him. Minutes passed with his mouth on yours and you almost forgot for the time that Henry Cavill was naked in your bed while you were decidedly not. When he pulled away, dragging your bottom lip with him for a brief moment, your whimper made him chuckle.

“Feeling better?”

“Not now that you've stopped kissing me again, no” you answered with a small pout.

“Oh, I’m definitely going to keep kissing you, but what do you say we even the field here a bit? Up for it?”

You nodded with a lingering shyness, but vowed to just breathe deep and let him undress you. He sat you up and pulled your sweater over your head, dropping it to the floor behind him. He pressed you gently to your back again, dragging his palm down from your shoulder to your chest. Braless after the massage, you relished the way his fingertips glided over the swell of your breast and onto the nipple, palm molding to the shape and squeezing gently. You expected his mouth to return to yours, longed even for the talent of his tongue. But instead he dipped his head to capture your other breast in his lips, tongue circling the pebble and teeth teasing a bite.

You had enough will to watch his eyes flick to yours when he heard the hiss, but once you were sure he was sure you didn’t mind, you closed your lids slowly and let him kiss you this way instead. So taken with the feeling of heaven you were floating toward, you barely noticed the way his body moved over yours as he settled himself between your legs, kisses moving along your sternum and across your belly from side to side.

No, it wasn’t until you felt his grip on the waistband of your leggings, fingers brushing against your hips, that you realized he wasn’t coming back to kiss you like before. He apparently had another kind of kiss in mind and your eyes flew open to beg him to … what? Stop? No, you didn’t want him to stop. Not one bit.

And he knew it, too. This smirk felt different, cockier, less cautious.

“Alright if I take these off too?”

“Yes. God yes, please.”

There was something about the way he knew what he was doing that made your apprehension disappear completely. He had no trouble removing your leggings and replacing them with his arms as he wrapped your legs around his neck and lowered himself between your wide open legs, stretched to accommodate the breadth of his shoulders.

When he put his mouth against you, it was an explosion of sensation. Warm, wet, strong, searching, specific. He held you open so he could drag the tip of his tongue slowly all the way across from one side to the other and halfway back again before dipping it low to tease its way just inside you. And you heard him groan, felt him take another taste before pulling himself away to focus as much attention as he could on your clit. But he groaned again and now this was all you could hear. 

His sound reverberated through your pussy and you clenched around nothing but the ache you felt for him. 

“Henry,” you moaned. “God…”

“You taste amazing,” he managed before returning all his attention to licking and sucking every millimeter of your nether lips. When he finished, he went back to running his tongue along your slit seeking any juice that managed to escape before finally wrapping his lips tightly around your clit, sucking lightly then flicking his tongue against it. 

He continued each and every one of these motions for what seemed like a million years, moaning against you every now and then. Every prickle from his beard and mustache against the tender flesh of your thighs only served to heighten the sensations. When you were done screaming his name he gently held your bucking hips in place with a large palm as he shifted and crawled his way up and along your side. The pleasant burn left between your legs didn’t bother you one bit.

You turned breathless to meet his gaze and leaned forward to capture his lips with yours, tasting yourself on him and reigniting the moans you had just tamped down.

“That good, eh?” he teased and you tapped his chest in fake protest.

“Please. Like you don't know by now how good you are at that.” You gave him another kiss before pressing your palm against his shoulder, nudging him to lay back so you could climb a leg over his waist and haul yourself up to straddle him, careful to set yourself away from his rock hard cock.

“I suppose that’s true. No use in pretending, clearly,” he winked at you and you laughed at how ridiculous the whole thing really was. 

“Do you want to show me what else you’re good at?” you asked in a suddenly low and provocative voice. Henry took note of the change and you saw his eyes darken again just before he grabbed your waist and moved to flip you over to cover you once again.

“Yes. I absolutely do. Will you wait right here?” He began to edge off the bed. “Don’t go anywhere. I mean it now, leave those legs exactly where they are.”

You were mesmerized at his insistence and offered no resistance, leaving your legs spread wide for him. You saw him bend over to reach for something in his bag and set to admiring the naked backside of Henry Cavill, here to fuck you already.

When he turned back to crawl onto the bed again, a handful of condoms spilling over next to you, you noticed the way he also smirked again, pleased to find you exactly where he’d asked you to stay. As if you could say not to this man.

Somehow he also produced a small tube of lube, which he also dropped next to the condoms as he moved to slide up next to you again, his chest pressed up against your side. He kissed you once hard as his fingers inched over your thigh and onto your awaiting pussy. He pulled away from your mouth so he could watch your face as he began to press a finger into your already soaking core.

Since he could see how good that felt for you, he went ahead and slipped a second finger inside so he could tease and twist and stretch you open, making way for him. He knew you were wet enough. There wasn’t any question about how much he’d made you come and how much wetter he was making you as he moved his fingers in some sort of magical dance inside you.

When you felt the third finger enter you cried out in a pleasure you hadn’t ever known before.

“Yeah, that’s it. That’s really good. See how well you're taking that?” Henry growled in your ear. “You’ll feel that and a whole lot more in just a few more moments. You think you’re ready for me?”

“Yes, please. Yes. I’m ready, Henry.”

“What is it you are ready for? Will you tell me?”

“I’m ready for you to fuck me,” you told him.

“Yeah you are.”

Chapter 4

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[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

Henry Cavill and Reader decorating for Christmas and reader making it special for both Henry and Kal💝🙏

Merry Christmas

Warnings: PURE fluff

Word count: 0.7 K

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Fem!Reader

Requests: OPEN

[Main masterlist] [Actors and actresses masterlist]

Moving to the other side of the world; More specifically, moving to the UK to live next door to my boyfriend Henry was extremely difficult, but now that I had to spend my first Christmas holidays away from home, it was doubly difficult.

Yes, of course, I was madly and completely in love with that man, that did not change the complications of living in a completely different society, now, it was necessary to add the complications of living and being a couple, with one of the most handsome and sought-after actors in the world…

Yep, my life is complicated.

A few kisses on my shoulder made me come out of my thoughts. I turned on my shoulders only to meet those sleepy blue eyes.

"Good morning" the man yawned.

"Good morning handsome" it was my turn to yawn and scratch my right eye, causing a small laugh from the man.

"What day is today?"

With my right hand I patted the table next to me to take my cell phone and unlock it.

“December 12, do you know what it means?”

"Than?"

"It's Christmas shopping day," I crooned.

The man only released a tired sigh, causing laughter on my part.

"Is it completely necessary for me to go?"

“My love, you have to be kidding. It's the first time I'll spend the holidays with your family. We have to impress them with their gifts and decorations.”

I got up from the bed, and tried to take his hand, trying to lift him up.

"Baby" he pulled me, hugging my waist and making me lie down on his body "You don't need to impress them, you just need to be as perfect as you always are"

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Although Christmas Eve was still twelve days away, the malls were packed with people, making shopping much more difficult than on other days. If we were lucky to find what we were looking for thanks to the huge shortage of stores, there were long lines that made a 30 minute stay, become a two hour one, and if someone recognized Henry, that stay could last up to three or four hours, before someone from security could help us to our car.

"Honey, is all this really necessary?"

While Henry was well known for his muscular arms, the number of bags full of Christmas decorations, gifts, and even my own tote bag cradled in his arms made his muscles tired, causing him to be slumped over in his chair of the local, while I watched the ugly sweaters for him and me.

“Honey, it is more than evident that it is necessary”

I managed to hear how he let out a big snort, causing my laughter

"Baby. I don't even understand why we need so many things to decorate, it's not necessary so many things”

Wearily, I rolled my eyes and turned to see his face, a smile on his face.

"You are very lucky to have me, my love, otherwise you would be known as the Grinch"

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Christmas came long before Henry and I could process it, and with it, the snowfall that hit London, meaning that neither Henry's family could get to our house, nor that we could leave the house, causing us to have to spend christmas alone

Oh, and it also caused me to spend the last 10 days sick, barely able to do anything, leaving the decorations in Henry's hands.

Thank the universe, today I already felt much better, making me simply have to shower and get ready. Only to come downstairs and realize that Henry had barely put a few things on the tree.

"Henry!"

The man came out of the kitchen, his suit well protected by an apron, while he heated up our dinner.

"What's the matter?"

"What did I ask you to do?"

"Decorate?"

"And you think this is decorating?"

With my hand, I pointed at the tree, causing Henry to let out a nervous laugh.

"I guess not… I'm sorry"

Kal's barking and entrance interrupted him, causing my eyes to flick from his blue orbs to our big baby, only to realize, poor Kal was only wearing his 'The Witcher' sweater and not his Christmas sweater.

"Oh my poor baby" I crouched down, stroking his back "Your father wasn't able to dress you properly?"

"Shhh!"

"Don't worry, we are going to turn this into a real home"

Before Henry went back to the kitchen, I grabbed a ball from Kal and threw it at his head, causing him to laugh.

"Come, I will teach you how to turn your house into a real home"

He quickly turned off the stove, dropped the apron, and ran to my side to begin decorating the tree.

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[thackeroy]

November 2023 Plans and WIP list!

Previous month here

Hi there, my name's JZ, I'm a 31 year old transguy (he/they) I'm from the North-East of England. I'm an artist, crafter, writer, gamer, streamer (I stream crafting and art) and an environmentalist. Masterpost for all project links including completed ones

My plans for November;

[misc] Wash and post Midnight Whispers

[misc] Post last months dino

[misc] Post this months dino

[cross stitch] No More V2 for Black Sampler November

[cross stitch] One dinosaur from my A-Z Dinosaur sampler from Purple Panzy

[cross stitch] At least 1% on my full coverage of Memento Ophelia

[cross stitch] 30 minutes a day on ANY craft project

[blackwork] Work on Bat With Bell

[knitting] Take part in and finish River Mitts for the KAL

[knitting] Decide on yarn for advent gnome

[crochet] Make a few snowflakes and block

[hand sewing] Make one YoYo doll

[quilting] Work on Windy Day / Birb quilt

WIPs;

[cross stitch] Memento Ophelia

[cross stitch] A-Z Dinosaur Sampler

[cross stitch] Bee

[cross stitch] No More V2

[blackwork] Bat With Bell

[embroidery] Trick or Treat

[knitting] Corryn / Spider Lace Shawl

[knitting] Make Gnome Mistake

[knitting] Burn It Down socks

[knitting] First Sweater

[knitting] Northeasterly

[knitting] River Mitts

[crochet] Snowflakes for fair

[crochet] Spider Web doily

[tablet weaving] Second Project

[hand sewing] Tiny Hexies

[hand sewing] Measuring Tape

[hand sewing] YoYo doll

[sewing] Denim Apron

[quilting] Windy Day / Birb quilt

[tasteofyourblood]

hello @eyeldritch i love you so much bestie 💕💕💕‼️

name: sanam

pronouns: they/them

where do you call home: nyc

favorite animals: cat, polar bear (fave since childhood), pigeons!!, bats, sharks, worms

cereal of choice: honey bunches of oats (almonds) & lucky charms

are you a visual, auditory or kinesthetic learner: visual, definitely need things written out, drawn, or made into visual example

first pet: hamster named Cece that had babies (that we named after kim possible characters, that always bit us!)

favorite scent: either sweet like vanilla/cookies/etc or dry/warm/herbal like sandalwood/thyme/etc (the only smell i ever remember going "oh i love that" was lush's Dirty body spray)

do you believe in astrology: nah, fun tho as a kid

how many playlists do you have: of my own? zero, of someone else's? probably 6

sharpies or highlighters: highlighters

song that makes you cry: let down - radiohead (i had.. an existentialism moment in the park one day while listening to this & watching the clouds move)

song that makes you happy: futile devices - sufjan stevens (forever and always my go to fave song)

do you write/draw/create: wrote fic before, doodle sometimes, craft sometimes but im real shit at it (knit, embroidery, clothesmaking, paint on clothes... soon)

tagging @inkmaze @holyheart @mlentertainment @safodebuenosaires @kal-thas @trxgicixn @saintsfortgirls @gayfail @human-sweater-vest @katealot @lowshoulder and every other slug 🐛

[kallard]

Training session

There was some new quiet in her, but it didn't shrink or wilt her. Rather, it seemed to enlarge her. She was no mere weapon as she was trained to be, but a woman in full command of her power, unbowed and unbroken, and that was a dangerous thing.

“Where were you last night?” Yuki asked Kallard as the two did their pre-spar stretches.

“Had to take care of something,” was his reply.

The pair were at their usual spot on the beach having just finished their workout session for the day. The sun hung in the air and a gentle cool sea breeze whipped through the area. Yuki shivered and rubbed her arms for warmth, already growing tired of the autumn weather. She longed for the days of summer, with the heat and how long the days typically were.

“What kind of thing did you have to take care of? You can tell me, Kal. I won’t get mad at you if you did something bad.”

“I killed a man,” Kallard said as he peeled off his hooded sweater, tossing it onto the beach once it was off.

“A bad man?”

“A bad man.”

“What did he do?” Yuki asked.

“He was the man who okayed the transfer for the man who hurt my sister before we went AWOL. He was just as responsible as the man who did the deed.”

“While I don’t agree with that statement,” Yuki said as she bent over to pick up her sword, slipping it into a sash tied around her waist. “It’s too late for me to talk you out of it. But, from now on I wish you would come to me when you have these ideas. I know you’re angry, but that doesn’t allow you to go out and murder random men.”

“Wasn’t random, nor was he innocent. He was Garlean, Yuki, not some honorable warrior. He lied, cheated and killed his way to where he was when the empire fell. His hands are just as bloody as mine, if not more-so.”

“That doesn’t make you judge, jury and executioner though, Kal. You need to let these men be taken down by the justice system we have in place. There are legal ways to get these man to pay for their crimes!”

“Justice system? What fucking justice is there to be had here? There isn’t a single judge out there who would actually allow me to do this. Your justice system is fine and dandy here, where your criminals are small and petty. But out there? Where the war was? There’s no justice there.”

Yuki sighed and turned her back to Kallard. She then resumed her stretching, too angry at her friend to think clearly. The two were close, and Yuki held a lot of love for Kallard, but he still managed to find new ways to piss her off. She could forgive a lot, but his murder sprees were becoming more and more frequent. If it wasn’t Yuki who stopped him, he surely would die.

“Okay,” Yuki said after a few minutes of silence. “If you can beat me in our spar I’ll let you do whatever you want, no questions asked. But if I win you come to me first, THENwe can act. Together, as a unit. No more doing this alone, because you’re not alone, Kal. I don’t want to lose you,” Yuki told her friend as she turned to face him once more.

Kallard looked across the beach at his friend and frowned. He knew there was no way in hell he was going to be her in a spar, fair or not. It didn’t matter how many weapons he threw at her, she was just too fast for him to handle. Then there was the matter of her newfound magical ability, something that scared the absolute crap out of him. He only had one counter to that bullshit, and it was his nouliths. Suddenly Kallard was glad he always had them on him, secreted away in his jacket.

“Fine, fine,” Kallard said after considering the offer, despite knowing he was about to have his ass kicked.

“I just want what’s best for you, Kal. I love you and I don’t want to lose you.”

Kallard froze the instant Yuki said those three little words. He clenched his jaw, muscles flexing in his face as a wave of emotions ran over him. Kallard closed his eyes for a moment and sucked in a lung full of cool, ocean air and then slowly exhaled, regaining control over his own emotions.

“I love you too, kiddo. You got a deal. If I lose, I won’t even bitch and moan about it.”

Kallard walked over to his duffel bag of weapons, unzipped it and started rooting through it. At the bottom of a pile of guns was his folded up jacket. Four nouliths rested below the jacket, ready to be used. He reached into the bag and started removing them and took hold of the controller in his right hand.

“Oooh, gonna use your nouliths?” Yuki asked as Kallard started to toss the devices into the air. Rather than falling to the ground the nouliths activated and took up positions around Kallard. He wiggled the joystick on the controller and watched their movements, making sure everything was working alright. He toggled the fire button and set the target to some random grain of sand, watching as several beams of energy shot out and made short work of the beach.

“Oh, fancy!” Yuki said with a toothy grin.

“Yeah, they’re fancy alright. So fancy they can erect barriers around me.”

“You’ll definitely need that!”

“Sometimes I hate how confident you are with your sword,” Kallard said with a roll of his eyes.

“You’re the only person I’m confident with, though!”

“Enough chatter. You ready, Yuki?” Kallard asked as he reached back into the bag, this time drawing a short sword of western design. He tested the weight of the blade in his left hand before swapping it out for the controller and taking it in his right hand.

“I was born ready!”

(Recommended listening: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X4tYHRwUEMY)

Without waiting for Yuki to actually be ready, Kallard charged forward and took a swing at the Raen with his short sword. Yuki didn’t move to draw her sword and instead used martial arts to block the strike before it connect, stopping it at the wrist. Kallard wrenched the blade back and hopped backward a few feet, only to have Yuki literally shoot forward. Her sword was drawn in a flash of Hingan steel and barely missed Kallard’s forehead.

The nouliths sprang to life and started to buzz around Yuki, shooting bolts of plasma at her. She zigged and zagged her way through the bolts, weaving through them with practiced ease. The pair had trained with the nouliths in the past, giving Yuki ample time to learn how they worked and how dangerous they could be. The biggest threat they posed to her was the fact that they could erect a barrier around any target, shielding them from any damage that would normally be inflicted with her sword. They were great for training, but horrible to fight against.

Yuki zipped across the beach, this time pouring some aether into the attack. There was an ear shattering BOOM as Yuki shot forward at the speed of sound, leaving behind a single trail of fire. Kallard barely had time to react and brought his sword to bare, narrowly blocking the attack at the very last second. The force of the attack ran up his arms, the blade vibrating in his hand after being struck so hard.

With a roar, Yuki spun around and swung her sword in a wide arc, flames appearing in its wake. The fire caught Kallard off guard and he stumbled backward several feet, his nouliths taking up position to guard him as they erected a barrier composed of blue energies. The flames whooshed over and around Kallard, the barrier doing its job and keeping him safe.

But that didn’t mean Yuki was done. She flung herself backwards and just as she came to a skidding halt, shot forward once more, this time leaping into the air. Mid-vault, Yuki gripped the sword with both hands and spun in a front flip, and just as the flip came to an end she slammed her sword against the barrier and roared with fury. An explosion ripped through the barrier, shattering it like glass. The nouliths took off and once more took up a protective stance around Kallard, this time putting a barrier up around him.

“Holy shit,” Kallard muttered to himself as he watched Yuki just drift down from the air, touching down gently and without a mess of sand. “You’re getting better every time we spar.”

“Thank you!” Yuki said with a smile and a bow. “We’re not done yet, though! You still have to lose!”

Yuki broke into a sprint, sheathing her sword as she moved. Once she was within striking range of Kallard she drew her sword and swung it in an arc, moving from left to right. Once more a plume of fire and black smoke formed in its wake, giving the swing a satisfying WHOOSH! Kallard’s nouliths were quick to react as two peeled off from Kallard and formed a shield in front of him while the other two shot up into the air, blasting Yuki with plasma.

Now that Kallard was actually taking this seriously, Yuki was quick to react. She ducked down and rolled off to the right before springing back up to her feet. The nouliths followed her like a hawk, all four of them blasting the area around Yuki. She brought up her sword and deflected one of the beams, sending it back to the noulith. The magitek device took the hit head on and dropped down to the ground, broken.

“Aw fuck, now I gotta fix that one!” Kallard shouted over the commotion.

“Too bad, so sad!” Yuki shouted back as she took several steps backward, holding her sword out with one hand to ensure Kallard wasn’t going to try anything as she retreated. “I’m going to end this now!”

“The hell you are!”

The Raen sheathed her sword as she ran away from the nouliths, leaving them behind with ease. They were powerful, but speed was one thing they lacked. No matter how hard Kallard tried, he could never coax more speed out of them, even with new motors installed.

Yuki then came to a halt, sliding forward in the sand a few feet before eventually coming to a rest. She turned to face Kallard and closed her eyes, focusing on what she was about to do. Her right hand fell down to rest on the hilt of her katana while the left hand gently slid the sword forward. Kallard watched in anticipation, knowing he was about to have his ass kicked by a girl half his age.

“Well fuck me,” Kallard muttered to himself.

KaBOOM!

Yuki moved at blinding speeds, her body propelled forward in a giant plume of smoke and fire. She shot forward at a right curve, coming in to flank Kallard’s left side. But she changed direction last second and zipped forward and then around so that she was coming at his right side instead. Having committed himself to the swing, Kallard was far too slow to match Yuki’s speed, his sword swinging over her harmlessly. Yuki roared with fury as her sword cut through the air, super-heating it as the blade passed through the space between the two, only to come to a sudden halt inches away from Kallard’s neck. There was yet another loud explosion as the force of Yuki’s attack blew away all of the sand behind her friend, creating a massive spray of white sand.

Kallard just stood there, staring at Yuki with wide eyes. He had come close to dying in the past numerious times, but never had he felt this kind of fear. It wasn’t because of the sudden change in Yuki’s personality, but the look in her eyes. He deflated and dropped down to the sand and let out a sigh.

“You win. From now on I’ll let you know before I do anything,” Kallard said softly.

“Hey, this isn’t a punishment! I just want you to think before you leap,” Yuki replied, dropping down a to a squat so she was eye level with her friend. “Thank you for sparing with me, Kallard. You’re a good fighter too!”

“Yeah, I know I am, but goddamn you’re fast. Maybe I’m getting too old for this shit.”

“Hah! You are an old man,” Yuki said, sticking her tongue out. “Okay! I’m done for the day and I would really like to get something to eat. You hungry?”

“After all that? I could eat a horse.”

[yukihirata]

Training session

There was some new quiet in her, but it didn't shrink or wilt her. Rather, it seemed to enlarge her. She was no mere weapon as she was trained to be, but a woman in full command of her power, unbowed and unbroken, and that was a dangerous thing.

“Where were you last night?” Yuki asked Kallard as the two did their pre-spar stretches.

“Had to take care of something,” was his reply.

The pair were at their usual spot on the beach having just finished their workout session for the day. The sun hung in the air and a gentle cool sea breeze whipped through the area. Yuki shivered and rubbed her arms for warmth, already growing tired of the autumn weather. She longed for the days of summer, with the heat and how long the days typically were.

“What kind of thing did you have to take care of? You can tell me, Kal. I won’t get mad at you if you did something bad.”

“I killed a man,” Kallard said as he peeled off his hooded sweater, tossing it onto the beach once it was off.

“A bad man?”

“A bad man.”

“What did he do?” Yuki asked.

“He was the man who okayed the transfer for the man who hurt my sister before we went AWOL. He was just as responsible as the man who did the deed.”

“While I don’t agree with that statement,” Yuki said as she bent over to pick up her sword, slipping it into a sash tied around her waist. “It’s too late for me to talk you out of it. But, from now on I wish you would come to me when you have these ideas. I know you’re angry, but that doesn’t allow you to go out and murder random men.”

“Wasn’t random, nor was he innocent. He was Garlean, Yuki, not some honorable warrior. He lied, cheated and killed his way to where he was when the empire fell. His hands are just as bloody as mine, if not more-so.”

“That doesn’t make you judge, jury and executioner though, Kal. You need to let these men be taken down by the justice system we have in place. There are legal ways to get these man to pay for their crimes!”

“Justice system? What fucking justice is there to be had here? There isn’t a single judge out there who would actually allow me to do this. Your justice system is fine and dandy here, where your criminals are small and petty. But out there? Where the war was? There’s no justice there.”

Yuki sighed and turned her back to Kallard. She then resumed her stretching, too angry at her friend to think clearly. The two were close, and Yuki held a lot of love for Kallard, but he still managed to find new ways to piss her off. She could forgive a lot, but his murder sprees were becoming more and more frequent. If it wasn’t Yuki who stopped him, he surely would die.

“Okay,” Yuki said after a few minutes of silence. “If you can beat me in our spar I’ll let you do whatever you want, no questions asked. But if I win you come to me first, THENwe can act. Together, as a unit. No more doing this alone, because you’re not alone, Kal. I don’t want to lose you,” Yuki told her friend as she turned to face him once more.

Kallard looked across the beach at his friend and frowned. He knew there was no way in hell he was going to be her in a spar, fair or not. It didn’t matter how many weapons he threw at her, she was just too fast for him to handle. Then there was the matter of her newfound magical ability, something that scared the absolute crap out of him. He only had one counter to that bullshit, and it was his nouliths. Suddenly Kallard was glad he always had them on him, secreted away in his jacket.

“Fine, fine,” Kallard said after considering the offer, despite knowing he was about to have his ass kicked.

“I just want what’s best for you, Kal. I love you and I don’t want to lose you.”

Kallard froze the instant Yuki said those three little words. He clenched his jaw, muscles flexing in his face as a wave of emotions ran over him. Kallard closed his eyes for a moment and sucked in a lung full of cool, ocean air and then slowly exhaled, regaining control over his own emotions.

“I love you too, kiddo. You got a deal. If I lose, I won’t even bitch and moan about it.”

Kallard walked over to his duffel bag of weapons, unzipped it and started rooting through it. At the bottom of a pile of guns was his folded up jacket. Four nouliths rested below the jacket, ready to be used. He reached into the bag and started removing them and took hold of the controller in his right hand.

“Oooh, gonna use your nouliths?” Yuki asked as Kallard started to toss the devices into the air. Rather than falling to the ground the nouliths activated and took up positions around Kallard. He wiggled the joystick on the controller and watched their movements, making sure everything was working alright. He toggled the fire button and set the target to some random grain of sand, watching as several beams of energy shot out and made short work of the beach.

“Oh, fancy!” Yuki said with a toothy grin.

“Yeah, they’re fancy alright. So fancy they can erect barriers around me.”

“You’ll definitely need that!”

“Sometimes I hate how confident you are with your sword,” Kallard said with a roll of his eyes.

“You’re the only person I’m confident with, though!”

“Enough chatter. You ready, Yuki?” Kallard asked as he reached back into the bag, this time drawing a short sword of western design. He tested the weight of the blade in his left hand before swapping it out for the controller and taking it in his right hand.

“I was born ready!”

(Recommended listening: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X4tYHRwUEMY)

Without waiting for Yuki to actually be ready, Kallard charged forward and took a swing at the Raen with his short sword. Yuki didn’t move to draw her sword and instead used martial arts to block the strike before it connect, stopping it at the wrist. Kallard wrenched the blade back and hopped backward a few feet, only to have Yuki literally shoot forward. Her sword was drawn in a flash of Hingan steel and barely missed Kallard’s forehead.

The nouliths sprang to life and started to buzz around Yuki, shooting bolts of plasma at her. She zigged and zagged her way through the bolts, weaving through them with practiced ease. The pair had trained with the nouliths in the past, giving Yuki ample time to learn how they worked and how dangerous they could be. The biggest threat they posed to her was the fact that they could erect a barrier around any target, shielding them from any damage that would normally be inflicted with her sword. They were great for training, but horrible to fight against.

Yuki zipped across the beach, this time pouring some aether into the attack. There was an ear shattering BOOM as Yuki shot forward at the speed of sound, leaving behind a single trail of fire. Kallard barely had time to react and brought his sword to bare, narrowly blocking the attack at the very last second. The force of the attack ran up his arms, the blade vibrating in his hand after being struck so hard.

With a roar, Yuki spun around and swung her sword in a wide arc, flames appearing in its wake. The fire caught Kallard off guard and he stumbled backward several feet, his nouliths taking up position to guard him as they erected a barrier composed of blue energies. The flames whooshed over and around Kallard, the barrier doing its job and keeping him safe.

But that didn’t mean Yuki was done. She flung herself backwards and just as she came to a skidding halt, shot forward once more, this time leaping into the air. Mid-vault, Yuki gripped the sword with both hands and spun in a front flip, and just as the flip came to an end she slammed her sword against the barrier and roared with fury. An explosion ripped through the barrier, shattering it like glass. The nouliths took off and once more took up a protective stance around Kallard, this time putting a barrier up around him.

“Holy shit,” Kallard muttered to himself as he watched Yuki just drift down from the air, touching down gently and without a mess of sand. “You’re getting better every time we spar.”

“Thank you!” Yuki said with a smile and a bow. “We’re not done yet, though! You still have to lose!”

Yuki broke into a sprint, sheathing her sword as she moved. Once she was within striking range of Kallard she drew her sword and swung it in an arc, moving from left to right. Once more a plume of fire and black smoke formed in its wake, giving the swing a satisfying WHOOSH! Kallard’s nouliths were quick to react as two peeled off from Kallard and formed a shield in front of him while the other two shot up into the air, blasting Yuki with plasma.

Now that Kallard was actually taking this seriously, Yuki was quick to react. She ducked down and rolled off to the right before springing back up to her feet. The nouliths followed her like a hawk, all four of them blasting the area around Yuki. She brought up her sword and deflected one of the beams, sending it back to the noulith. The magitek device took the hit head on and dropped down to the ground, broken.

“Aw fuck, now I gotta fix that one!” Kallard shouted over the commotion.

“Too bad, so sad!” Yuki shouted back as she took several steps backward, holding her sword out with one hand to ensure Kallard wasn’t going to try anything as she retreated. “I’m going to end this now!”

“The hell you are!”

The Raen sheathed her sword as she ran away from the nouliths, leaving them behind with ease. They were powerful, but speed was one thing they lacked. No matter how hard Kallard tried, he could never coax more speed out of them, even with new motors installed.

Yuki then came to a halt, sliding forward in the sand a few feet before eventually coming to a rest. She turned to face Kallard and closed her eyes, focusing on what she was about to do. Her right hand fell down to rest on the hilt of her katana while the left hand gently slid the sword forward. Kallard watched in anticipation, knowing he was about to have his ass kicked by a girl half his age.

“Well fuck me,” Kallard muttered to himself.

KaBOOM!

Yuki moved at blinding speeds, her body propelled forward in a giant plume of smoke and fire. She shot forward at a right curve, coming in to flank Kallard’s left side. But she changed direction last second and zipped forward and then around so that she was coming at his right side instead. Having committed himself to the swing, Kallard was far too slow to match Yuki’s speed, his sword swinging over her harmlessly. Yuki roared with fury as her sword cut through the air, super-heating it as the blade passed through the space between the two, only to come to a sudden halt inches away from Kallard’s neck. There was yet another loud explosion as the force of Yuki’s attack blew away all of the sand behind her friend, creating a massive spray of white sand.

Kallard just stood there, staring at Yuki with wide eyes. He had come close to dying in the past numerious times, but never had he felt this kind of fear. It wasn’t because of the sudden change in Yuki’s personality, but the look in her eyes. He deflated and dropped down to the sand and let out a sigh.

“You win. From now on I’ll let you know before I do anything,” Kallard said softly.

“Hey, this isn’t a punishment! I just want you to think before you leap,” Yuki replied, dropping down a to a squat so she was eye level with her friend. “Thank you for sparing with me, Kallard. You’re a good fighter too!”

“Yeah, I know I am, but goddamn you’re fast. Maybe I’m getting too old for this shit.”

“Hah! You are an old man,” Yuki said, sticking her tongue out. “Okay! I’m done for the day and I would really like to get something to eat. You hungry?”

“After all that? I could eat a horse.”

[zeenovos]

Not to get emotional here but I’ve finally completed my swatch for Cocoknit’s KAL (knit-along) and have to block it and then I can finally start making my very first sweater

[caylinnightengale]

https://www.purlsoho.com/create/2015/05/22/over-the-top-top/My First Knit Sweater KAL Week 1

Arriving fashionably late to the party, I’m joining this KAL! When your not on the up and up on the knitting community things like this can slip by as they often do. Not this one!

Oh, and hi! I have a new laptop! At last! 

I’m sorry! Laptops and phone plans are expensive and I’m poor. I’ve missed being on here. But let’s put that behind us.

I’ve been catching up on my Youtube feeds and this was among them: MarlyBird’s My First Sweater. Now this isn’t my first sweater but it is different from the other four I’ve knitted. There’s no evidence of the first two and that’s a good thing believe me.

So the Hygge Charm yarn this sweater is made with is being processed and should be here the beginning of next week. Fashionably late, I may have mentioned. SO, I’ll be cramming two weeks into one to catch up to this KAL but no biggie.

Marly Bird has more info on her blog here: https://marlybird.com/announcing-the-2019-spring-kal-with-marly-bird-and-red-heart/

I’m so excited!

Also, I know I promised pictures of what I had been making since a while ago and I’ve got them!

Ok first up, This little bunny is made of felt and I made up the pattern myself. She still needs eyes and I think I’ll have to make them from felt also, I tried buttons they weren’t working out.

Now these two are also from felt and cloth. I got the pattern from Purl Soho here: https://www.purlsoho.com/create/2009/04/08/mimi-kirchners-hand-sewn-felt-doll/

The faces are blank on purpose. Maybe future dolls will speak to me.

Here’s a little scarecrow shelf ami from Allaboutami: https://www.allaboutami.com/scarecrowpattern/

Her’s is super cute but I was feeling the Batman villain Scarecrow vibe in the Fall as I was making him and leaned a bit that way. The pig ami is also my own pattern which I didn’t write down I just realized. Still unfinished, but it’s a nice blank.

The blanket is from my crochet stitches book and the yarn is acrylic and hemp from Hobby Lobby. At first I thought it was good enough for a home decor kind of yarn, but after washing it and snuggling on the couch with it, I think it would be a decent sweater yarn too. The hemp bits give a rustic look but they’re not prickly or rough as I had first thought they would I was working on the blanket.

It’s actually quite soft.

That is a spring/summer top I’m working on with Fresh Haven (also Hobby Lobby) from Purl Soho’s Over-the-top Top: https://www.purlsoho.com/create/2015/05/22/over-the-top-top/

I’ve been learning all kinds of new techniques these last couple of months and I’m very happy with the projects that I’ve been able to make.

Isn’t she cute?! Foxes were such a Fall staple that I couldn’t not make one myself. I even made her a jacket with a fun and cute monogram!

I’ve been getting an inkling to make a bear amigurumi next. We’ll see.

The hat and fingerless glove set are from a Noro issue I can’t find--it’s from last year Fall or Winter. The gloves were inspired by the hat and I used Lion Brand Landscapes in a now discontinued colorway. I’ve gotten lots of compliments on them but BUT the yarn isn’t great. It feathers...not quite a pill but a pulling and it wears out quickly. Makes me sad.

The dragon is from Once Upon a Crochet Ever After that I borrowed from my library but didn’t finish before the book was due. ( It was Christmas and I had other projects too!)This little guy needs his horns and wings and a button. Why a button? Because he’s a neck warmer! 

(ba-dum tss! I am not funny).

Moving on.

A hat and scarf set. The pattern is from men’s crochet winter set that I borrowed to make the hat have texture and the scarf is all chains. Just a long, long, long, long chain. And pom poms!

The scarf is also LB Landscapes and also feathers but less than its black and white counter part. The snowflake hat was fun and I finished it in a day. The pattern is also from Crochet Ever After and is also made with the same yarn I used for my rustic blanket (Yarn Bee Rustic Romantic). Also comfy. The rainbow hat is a 2019 is a stash buster using Purl Soho’s Classic Cuffed Hat sans pom pom: https://www.purlsoho.com/create/2014/10/22/classic-cuffed-hat/

This is my second to latest 2019 project (the newest is in progress on the blanket I showed you, the hat was in between). It needs to be blocked but otherwise it’s done! It is my first top-down sweater using the Brick pattern by Clare Lee on Ravelry: https://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/brick-2

I went for a V-neck and quarter sleeves as well as a stagard break line from one solor to the other. It was quick and fun. I think it took about two weeks give or take a day that I didn’t work on it. One of my fastest projects yet. Winter is not wanting to let us go here in the south so I used the weather to my advantage and cranked this one out. Yay!

However, I’m tired of grey even though I didn’t make any grey things but this and I blame the weather. Oh, wait. I actually harvested this yarn from a sweater I was making in November 2018 but didn’t swatch (that’s a no-no) and it was so many sizes bigger on me. I was too stubborn to frog it when I had the chance and finished the body when reality Gibbs-smacked me upside the head and...

<__<;    >___>        Look a DIY!

Another 2019 project: I took a pair of jeans I ruined in a painting experiment and finally did up-cycled them! I have been watching a couple of sewists? seamstresses? on Youtube and got my courage and a free day and went to work on it. It took most of the day but I’m proud of how this turned out. I just need the weather to cooperate so I can wear it outside.

Also this 2019 (in February), this lovely sweater in acrylic and alpaca.

I learned the “tubular” cast on for this one!

...

(Still not funny. Never mind.)  It’s my first raglan sweater that I also had to remake because the first one was too short and since it was made from the bottom up...At least the sleeves and the hem were done so it was another quick do-over.

Aaaand that covers it. Whew! You made it this far so give yourself a pat on the back and get a treat. 

I’ve picked up a little bit of sewing to add to my crafty repertoire and I like it. I don’t see it becoming a constant like crochet and sewing but it’s definitely more fun than I remember it being in Home Ec class back in the day.

Besides the spring top I’m working on and the arrival of yarn for the Marly Bird KAL, I’m brainstorming something for Mermay...We’ll see how much I can handle, though by then the KAL should be over. 

[craftiliciousqueer]

Just like everyone else, I’ve been struggling this whole pandemic. Between the utter physical isolation since March, the mental toll of having to deal with America yet AGAIN being somehow still surprised Black people are murdered by police with impunity, dealing with the fall out of my entire career and livelihood disappearing within the span of 24 hours + the slow realization that it’s going to be at least a year before even the slightest resemblance of a ‘normal’ season, having to defer from grad school, AND getting diagnosed with ADHD all while being in the middle of a country who refuses to care about its citizens in the middle of a fucking pandemic I’ve been having to dig pretty damn deep.

Knitting has been an utter godsend in more ways than one. The yarn shop I work hosted (and continues to host) daily zoom meetings, and for the first months of the pandemic they were the only people that I would see or talk to, and were a way to help myself from going utterly crazy. I’ve been picking up projects I put to the side and finally finishing them, and joining in KALs with the new friends I’ve made on the zoom calls. Since music has been too painful for me to listen to still and there’s only so much doom scrolling a girl can handle knitting has been the one thing to keep myself mentally healthy and away from my bad old coping habits. It’s been the thing I use to keep my lil fidgety hands busy (lol @ my recently diagnosed ADHD no one is surprised when I tell them 🙃🙃) so I can watch things and be able to concentrate, or have some sort of sign of times progress when I’m feeling a little disconnected from it all.

Annnnnnyway, sorry for the ramble but here is my new PR on knitting a sweater! I finished this a month ago (lol again), but I participated in the Olive Knits #4dayKAL and while I didn’t complete it in 4 days, I did manage to finish it in 9!! I’m so so so so happy with this sweater. It’s the perfect amount of oversized and lands right where I wanted it to, and the Scheepjes River and Stonewashed yarns are so soft and warm, but also perfect for the summer and doesn’t utterly destroy me. I’ve finally got a gay sweater y’all! Keeping up the tradition of knitting at least one rainbow article of clothing every summer 🌈🌈🌈

And PS. WEAR A MASK. 😘

[quartzgallery]

Some DamiJon edits from the Superman son of Kal El series that I did for my sister @spider-jaysart

Along with some speech bubble edits that I let my sister come up with for me to fill in

The first edit

The second edit

The third edit

And finally the forth edit

And no I do not hate on anyone who ships Jonjay

These are just edits I did for my sister that I thought she would love <3

And go check out my sister's Tumblr @spider-jaysart she has a really nice artstyle and also draws DC/Marvel related things🥰 she even came up with the design for the Robin sweater in the first edit here's the link below if you wanna see it😊

🌺🌺♥️🌺🌺

[littlefreya]

Stronghold

Summary: Henry asks you to keep him warm while he is playing his new video game.

Prompt:

It's been snowing here in the UK, now all I can think about is cockwarming daddy, while he's playing Cyberpunk ...

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Word count: 752

Warnings: 18+, RPF, smut, a graphic depiction of penis in vagina, cockwarming.

A/N: No beta, I will be held accountable for my mistakes. Starts angelic, ends in the 9th gate of hell where yours truly crawled out from. Also apparently I’m a stress writer.

Writing is hard. Please give feedback, comment and reblog if you enjoyed my work. 🖤

Title: Stronghold

Snow piled outside your window like teeny mountains of sugar, the glass turning milky as a sheen layer of frost covered the exterior. Winter was a beautiful, cruel queen - deadly for those who came too close yet a gratifying visage to the causal voyeur.

Sitting on the couch with a book perched in your hands and Kal snuggled around your bare feet, you enjoyed the contradiction of the pale blue hues that snuck into the cosiness of the study.

For the first time in your adult life, you knew pure sanctuary, not just of the environmental kind, but this was home, he was home. Content, your eyes travelled to the man sat next to the computer. Henry's bare torso glowed under the vibrant hues of the monitor, sweat thin and shimmering, coated his profound bicep as he kept his arm folded upon the desk. A small concentrated crease pressed between his thick brows and a gleam of childlike mirth danced on the glossy surface of his orbs.

"See anything you like?" He asked calmly, not tearing his eyes from the screen.

"Maybe..." you drawled provokingly, closing your book and placing it on the red velvety armrest. "Aren't you cold? It's January, and you are not wearing a shirt."  

His cheeks stretched upward as a mischievous smile crested his face. "Maybe I am, shouldn't it be your job to keep your man warm then?"

The sonorous invitation in his voice was more than evident. Standing from your seat, you straightened your long chunky sweater and then crouched down to remove both legging and underwear.

Henry never raised his sight from his game, but the flick of his tongue over his bottom lip signalled that he definitely caught your wicked little trick. Trying to be at your best sensual behaviour, you slowly strode forth. Your pink panties hung from your index finger in a small playful twirl while you approached closer.

Thick lust drenched your sleek and the way his nostrils flared once you crept closer made you believe he could sense it the way an animal would catch the scent of its fertile mate. His cock definitely did, a large tent stood in the base of his sweats, heeding your proposal.

"Won't I spoil your fun?" you asked and lifted one leg over to the other side of his chair, caging the large man beneath your now towering body.  

Predatory eyes finally met your glare, not saying a word, he reached his left hand to free his shaft from the confines of his pants. Veiny and succulent, it pulsated with ardour, abiding the protective heat of your lush cavern.

"Like I said: come here and keep your man warm," he ordered more sternly and rolled his thumb over the dripping crease.

Obeying his will, you shifted down, your breath hitching as the fleshy crown stroked between your petals before pressing inside you. Slow yet firm, his meaty cock sailed through your narrow canal. Every inch unwrapping a blissful harmony of moans.

There was no better song than the enamoured release of pleasure Henry chanted as he buried himself deep inside you.

"You're my good girl," he exclaimed with a deep guttural groan, letting you further glide down. Sliding one hand beneath your sweater, he reached to feel himself moving deep in your gut.

"I love feeling myself there."

You wailed helplessly in response, enjoying the slight burn his imposing invasion brought upon you. Even when you were in control, he made you feel small and subdued, or in another word - fucked.  You enjoyed every bit of it, so desperate you were willing to be used to whatever his primal heart desired.  

He bound you to him at last, stilling as the tip of his lance found your cervix. Both Henry and you broke into a peal of arduous huffs, the overwhelming throb of your united flesh threatening to derive you into madness.

You wanted, needed, but he allowed none, not yet.

"Henry..."

Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth in rebuke, he removed his hand from your belly and retrieved it to the keyboard. "Good things come to those who wait..."  his lips murmured against your temple. His large body slumped against the backrest while you sat straddled onto his thighs with only his pulsating passion stuffing your cunt.

This was torture. This was pleasure.

As you were left impaled on his flinching monstrous desire, you vowed that if this is hell, you want nothing but to burn forever.

*No permission is given of reposting, copying my work or ideas and parts from it and claiming it as your own*

[tasteofyourblood]

ooh completely new created ask game! thank you @katealot

put your fav on shuffle. what does the first track remind you of? desire as - prefab sprouts FGNGNGNFF reminds me of fuckin Handsome Devil the film i had a 4 month long hyperfixation on

tragedy vs. comedy vs. drama vs. a secret fourth thing? comedy, sitcoms are my main form of entertainment and personality

what piece of artistic media do you associate with the summer? Emma (2020) which is funny bcuz i remember there being amazon ads for it w vivaldi's summer playing

what piece of artistic media do you associate with the fall/autumn? over the garden wall? or the bell jar idk why

what piece of artistic media do you associate with winter? vivaldi's winter lol or OH! I started albert camus' the plague on christmas day when we got stuck in a snowstorm driving up to canada so maybe that

what piece of artistic media do you associate with spring? idk I'll just say books in general bcuz my fav memory of spring now is the fact that during quarantine i was able to sit in the backyard and just Read everyday (& other things of course)

favorite practical effects movie oh The Thing definitely

favorite virtual effects movie pans labyrinth (im literally just looking up 'practical/visual effects movies' bcuz idk this off the top of my head) but also does the green knight count?

what podcast/album would you recommend to me right now if i was standing in front of you i only consistently listen to one and that's Books Unbound, oh but there's this specific one that i think everyone should listen to for self-love reasons

what’s your favorite colour AND how long has it been that specific colour i think it's changed to periwinkle maybe just last week or right this second.. idk

tagging @inkmaze @mlentertainment @snoopy-dyke @fagexe @human-sweater-vest @autism69 @kal-thas @meat-wentz and every pool noodle 🪱

[viking-raider]

Hello my love, I missed you! I hope that you are well! I am wondering, how will Henry react to finding out you have a secret stash of T-shirts stolen from him 😈

I miss you too, and I'm doing all right!!

Henry frowned, scratching his head as he stood in the walk-in closet, staring at the sparely growing collection of his shirts, the gaps filled with nothing, but coat hangers.

He didn't understand where all his shirts were disappearing too.

At first, it was just his Kansas City Jayhawks shirt.

Then, his Krypton Lifting Team t-shirt.

Followed by his red D.I.L.L.I.G.A.F shirt, that he nicked off the set of Sand Castle, where he played Captain Syverson.

His plaid, button down shirts vanished in sporadic intervals as well, first it was just one, then it was three and finally he had no plaids at all.

A black and white striped, long sleeve shirt went M.I.A randomly.

He found himself having to buy a new England Rose Jersey every time he wanted to pull one on for luck and to represent his beloved rugby team. (So far, he'd bought four new jerseys in the last two months alone.)

Henry had even gone into his closet to get dressed for a formal event, only to discover two of his suit jackets were missing, as well as a dress shirt.

But, what drew the line, was finding that his coveted blue tank top was gone.

"Where the fuck are all my clothes going?" He huffed, raking a hand through his mop of curls.

"Babe!" You called out.

"Yeah!?" Henry yelled back, brow crease and lifted at his empty hangers.

"Could you get me a pair of my thermal socks? My toes are freezing and Kal ran away!" You pouted on the bed, sad that Kal wasn't laying on the bed with you any more, keeping you warm.

"Yeah." He sighed softy, resolved to Sherlock Holmes his clothing another time, and turned towards your side of the closet and bent over, digging through your bin of socks, but paused.

Hidden behind your sock bin, poking out, was the red fabric of Henry's D.I.L.L.I.G.A.F shirt.

Standing up, he looked out of the closet door, narrowing his eyes, realizing you were burrowed in bed, on the cold English day, in his knitted sweater, and every thing finally clicked with him.

You were his Shirt Goblin.

[writersblog20]

Love at first sight underneath the fairy lights.

Henry Cavill x reader

Not my gif! Creds to maker!

Summary: it’s your third date with the famous Henry Cavill and he gives you the best date in the world.

Warning: fluff! like serious cheesy romantic fluff.

Words: 1500

A/N I’m a sucker for romantic stuff.

Love at first sight underneath the fairy lights.

 You got ready for your third date with the famous Henry Cavill. You always had a crush on the bear of a man and  now you’re going on your third date! You couldn’t really believe it and yet here we are. He had asked you to put on some comfortable clothes like sweatpants and a sweater or something so you were really curious what he had in store for you.

The first date was a walk in the park with coffee and a picknick. The second date he took you out to a restaurant. And now you would go to his house. You took everything you needed with you and left. You knocked the door slightly anxious. You really liked Henry and it made you very nervous. He opened the door with a big smile which immediately calmed you down. He pulled you into a hug. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a sweater with slightly scruffy hair but you loved it.

“hi, come in, please.” He told you and took a step aside for you so you could get in. “I brought snacks” you said while holding up the bag. He chuckled and let you into his kitchen so you could put it down. “I love your house.” You looked around with big eyes. Kal came running into the kitchen to say hi. You crouched down and petted the Akita. Kal seemed to like you a lot which made you smile. “Okay Kal, don’t steal the gorgeous lady from me now.” Henry told the Akita and you felt your cheeks heat up and gave a shy smile.

“I got a surprise for you” he told you slightly anxious. “Do you trust me?” he asked while slightly chuckling. “I don’t know what you have in store but alright.” you answered. He placed his big hand in front of you eyes and let you, apparently, outside. He smelled his cologne and felt him close to your back and it made your heartrate speed up. “Almost there love. I’m going to remove my hands but I need you to keep your eyes closed” He let go of you and you already missed the warmth welcome of his body but did as you were told. “okay you can open your eyes now sweetheart.” You heard nervousness coming through his voice giving him away.

You opened your eyes and they immediately grew big. You looked around in awe. He put a couch outside with a tent over it and fairly light lit up his entire back garden. In the tent there was a tv and fairly lights in it too but a little more dim. It looked extremely romantic and cozy at the same time and you couldn’t wrap your mind around the fact that someone would do this for you and yet there he was standing. You looked at Henry in surprise and he shuffled form one foot to the other, seeming a little nervous. “Henry…. This is amazing!” he looked up and you saw all the anxiety leave him as it got replaced with a big smile.

He stepped closer to you. “so you like it?” he teased with a big grin. “I love it!” he led you inside the tent and you saw snacks on the table and two beers. “I wanted you to feel special because you are.” You looked at him and he immediately corrected himself. “I mean in a good way of course! I eh am making a fool of myself right now.” he chuckled, looking a little embarrassed. You wrapped your arms around him and it took him by surprise but it calmed him down and he held you tightly. You looked up into his eyes. “ Henry this really is amazing. Nobody ever did something so romantic for me. Thank you!” you could see that he started to relax and he gave you a kiss on top of your head. “you deserve the best sweetheart.”

You both sat down on the couch and he got two blankets from his side. He placed a blanket over your shoulders tucking you in which made you chuckle and it gave him a warm smile on his face. he started the tv and you both decided on a movie but it was more as background noise since you only had eye for each other and talked a lot throughout the movie. You were fairly close to Henry. At one point you laid against him, the you were between his legs resting against his back with your head on his chest, then you were face to face and you had a good conversation about how you both saw relationships and it all the things you talked about grew you both so much more closer to each other then you already were.

At one point you both stopped talking and just looked at each other. He came closer and his big hand rested on your cheek. You felt your heartrate go up again and then you felt his soft lips against yours and at that moment it felt like the storm in your head calmed down instead of picking up. It felt like it was just you two and nothing else mattered. He picked you up and placed you on his lap which wasn’t so hard since you were already so close to each other. You placed your legs around him and he held you close while the kiss started to become more passionate and full of love. His hands went underneath your shirt but not sexually, his hands just rubbed your back softly and you felt your stomach do flips no rollercoaster could.

You both got out from the kiss and just looked at each other. “I really like you. Like really like you.” he told you looking you deeply into your eyes. “I really, really like you too.” You told him back with a smile which you got returned by Henry. He kissed you again and this time you got a little more bold and softly grabbed his face in between your palms while he kneaded your side and tried to get you closer. You both stopped before it got too heated. “would you like to be my girlfriend?” he asked you chuckling at the childish sentence. “I would like that Cavill.” You told him and gave him sweet pecks before pulling away.

He chuckled while he looked at you and you frowned but still had a smile on your face. “what?” you asked him. “I’m just so in love with you and it grows with every minute.” You chuckled. “Well, in that case we’re in the same boat.” You told him and he smiled brightly. “please do tell me when things go to fast.” He told you. “the last thing I want is to scare you away.” You looked at him adoringly. “I will if you promise me you’ll do the same thing.” He nodded and he laid down with you on top of him wrapping his arms tightly around you.

You felt so serene and full of peace, like you’ve never experienced before. His hand went over your hair messaging your scalp and you felt yourself  grew tired by the loving gesture of Henry. After a while you both flipped so this time Henry was on top but not crushing you. His head rested on your chest this time and you did the same thing Henry did. You went through his soft curls, messaging his scalp and playing with his hair. He took multiple deep sighed to let you know he felt serene as well. You smiled looking down. His arms were draped around your waist and legs intertwined.

You saw that he grew tired as well as he tried his best to keep his eyes open. He looked so relaxed, it was like a puppy on your lap falling asleep and you wouldn’t dare to get up because you don’t want this moment to end. You saw how hard he tried to stay awake that it filled up your love but the bear of a man deserved some rest. “Close your eyes love. It’s okay I’ll still be here when you wake up.” You told him and gave him a kiss on the top of his head he let out a deep sigh of relaxation. He looked up tiredly at you. “Promise?” he asked you which made you smile at him. “I promise love.” He gave you a tired kiss and laid his head back on your chest and grabbed you just a little tighter but it made you feel safe. It didn’t take long before you both fell asleep in each other’s arms. And of course as promised, you were still there.