#henry cavill thirst

[littlefreya]

I’m in a mood and I’m not sorry.

[witchersmistress]

Bite me Sy

Hello my darlings!! Im sorry this took me a while to post, my PCOS is being a wicked bitch this last week and i have just been so so uncomfortable, but i did manage to finish this piece for ya'll.

Trigger warning: man handling, rough oral sex, female recieving, soft and fluffy Sy

word count: 2.4 K

 Sy chased you around the structure, you let out a squeal, barely escaping the big burly bearded bear man's grip. " Logan enough" you yelled back in his general direction. " I didn't mean to apologize again." Slow your speed, listening for the well trained army man.

" I warned you, sugah what would happen and now im starving" The last word was a low growl, you could practically feel his presence as you darted to your left only to be caught in his grip, you could only see him in the partial light of the setting sun but from what you could see, the man looked like a god.

Pinning me to the side of the house he caged my head  with his big muscular arms, his intricate tattoos peeking out from beneath his dark tee. His blue eyes looking fluorescent in the setting sun, his white canines glinting on the edge of his lips, turned up in a wicked grin.

“Now that I have you, my pretty little thing..” moving his arms from around my head to gripping my hips and drawing closer to my face, our lips just barely touching. My lips began to tremble as he kneaded my hips. “I'm going to eat you raw, until there is nothing left, every tender and juicy morsel will not be left untouched and without my mark so you won't ever forget” he latched on to my bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth before devouring me. It was a clash of tongues, and teeth. His hands sliding down my hips, parting my legs with one of his muscular legs, he scooped me up and wrapped my legs around his waist and walked us around the back side of the house. 

Pushing his front door open with his foot. We made our way into his house as he kicked his front door with a slam before walking into the dining room and placing me in the middle of the table. His hands went for the button on my jeans and popped it as he shimmied them down my hips leaving me in my cotton panties. Discarding my jeans, he placed both my feet on the table and spread my thighs, “Do not move” he growled as he pulled the head chair out from the table and sat looking up at me through my  spread thighs. I could see him visibly harden in his signature cargo pants as he drank in the sight of me.

My whole body began to tremble as he scouted forwards in his chair and pulled my ass to the edge of the table draping my legs over his shoulder, my anklet catching his attention as he kissed my ankle before nipping at my calf. His darkened eye met mine “Do you remember what i said if i heard you apologize to me one more time?” His accent is thicker than usual. Biting my lower lip “ That if I apologized again that you would eat me..” I trailed off feeling a blush crawl its way up my neck and across my entire face.

He let out a low rumble of a laugh as he pulled his blade from his belt and brought it to the underside of my chin and tilted my head up to meet his gaze  “ I said if you apologize again. I’ll eat you. I will eat you slowly. I will savor every inch of flesh and suck every tender morsel. I’ll savor you like a goddamn dessert.” 

My legs began to quiver, as he took the blade from underneath my chin and brought it down to the edge of my panties and sliced them off. Then plunging the knife into the table. The cool air sends  a chill through me as it brushes against my damp inner thighs, as Sy spreads my legs wider, exposing me. “Please,” I whimper, taking my bottom lip between my teeth. “That’s right,” he bites out. “Fucking beg.” My heart pounds through my ribcage. “Please,” I beg, desperate to release all this built-up sexual tension. His warm breath brushes my clit, every nerve ending on edge. “Yes,” he groans, pushing his fingers between my sensitive flesh. “Such a needy little slut, aren’t you?” My body jolts, and I helplessly writhe against the table, reaching down for him. Burying my fingers into the neck of his t-shirt, I kick open my legs wider. “Please Please Please” I whine. He whines back, mocking me. “Please, I’m begging you, Fuck,” he sharply groans, rubbing my clit in slow, torturous circles, as I moan with satisfaction. “You’re so fucking wet.” He dips the tip of his finger inside me, barely, and the anticipation is beyond agonizing. 

Thrusting deeper, my inner walls tighten around him, and my stomach tenses. Without warning,  he quickened his pace, pushing his finger into me over and over, before adding in another. Curling his fingers in all the right places, he slows, stroking my walls. “Such a tight, little cunt,” he says. “Sy,” I impatiently moan, and that does it. Without wasting another second, he lifts me into his arms, carrying me down the hall to his room and throwing me on his large bed. Firmly grabbing my ankles, he pulls me to the edge, spreading my legs once more. He presses his lips on the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, teasingly. And finally, he takes me into his mouth. He races his tongue over my clit, flicking lightly in the perfect rhythm, then up and down the wet slit of my sex. Oh hell, he knows what he’s doing. Now I understand I've heard women call him Captain Cunnilingus. 

 He skims his rough  hands over my breasts. Yanking down my top ever so slightly, he pinches my nipples, twirling them between his fingers. This only seems to bring me more pleasure, as he thrusts his tongue inside of my core. “Oh my God,” I moan, writhing against his face. “Yes.” He trails his hands down my chest, ribcage, and hips, caressing each part of my body as he slips them lower and lower to my most sensitive place. Moving my legs further apart with one hand, he pushes two fingers inside of me with the other. “ God isn't here Darlin’ but I am.”

Thrust after thrust, he continues this beautiful  attack of sucking, nibbling, tasting. Savoring me, as if he’s literally starving. My stomach flutters, my breathing quickens, and I buck my hips, matching the thrusts of his fingers. Wrapping his muscular arms beneath my legs, he reaches for my arms, suddenly pinning me to the bed, giving me no option to escape. Fisting the sheets with my trembling, sweaty hands, a feeling builds up inside me, and bursts into pieces. I come undone, forgetting to breathe, toes curling. Riding out my orgasm, I grind myself against his face, until I physically can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck,” he groans, his face still buried against my wetness. “You taste too good, Darlin . I need more.” He tightens his hold on my arms, pinning me in place, and burying his face against my pussy. Just when I believe that it isn’t possible to come again, he proves me wrong, fucking me into oblivion with his fingers and tongue until I’m exploding with pleasure, even more than before, to the point of where I’m seeing stars through my eyelids. “I can’t,” I whimper, trying to break free from his grasp.  Except Sy doesn’t stop, the beautiful torment continues. “I can’t take anymore,” I gasp, hushed, little whimpers escaping my lips. “Oh, my God. Sy.” My climax consumes me, taking over entirely. Nothing else matters but the earth-shattering sensations. As a rush of wet heat flows from me in a way I’ve never felt, and I cry out, humiliation burning through you even as the orgasm clenches you in its grip. He moans deep in his throat, pushing his tongue deeper even as you cry out wordlessly, My inner walls spasm, my legs begin to shake, and I’m sure I’ve forgotten to breathe. Sy finally releases me, and I remain motionless on the bed, attempting to gather back any strength in my body that I can find. About a minute must pass before I feel his knuckles caressing my face. “Mine,” he claims. “You are mine.” nipping at the sensitive flesh of my thighs, then my stomach, my breast, my neck, before grabbing my face and pulling me into a soul searing kiss.

Sy’s POV

“Hi, baby girl,” I whispered. She breathed in and turned her face toward me. I gave her a small kiss before gently tugging her shirt back up. She blinked a few times and then met my gaze. “Hi,” she said, smiling over at me. I started to remove the sheets from the bottom of the bed. “Roll over for a sec,” I said once I got all the corners up. She rolled over onto the soft mattress protector, and I pulled the sheets completely off. She rolled back onto the bed. “I’m sorry.” “What did I tell you about apologizing to me? I will tie you to this bed and fuck you with my tongue, fingers and when you cant handle anymore and you are begging me for release, I’ll slam into and fuck you till you see God, do you understand me ” I asked as I threw the blankets on the floor—I would deal with those later—and pulled a fresh blanket out from a drawer. Looking up to meet her shocked expression, her mouth was opening and closing like a fish gasping for water. Her face was flushed red with embarrassment and lust, her chest was heavy at the thought of what I'd do to her if she apologized again. Letting out a low laugh, I approached her and grabbed her chin. “ Look at me” I growled as her eyes snapped to mine.  

 “Bu..bu…but... the mess I made on your sheets. That’s embarrassing,” she groaned and tried to pull away from me but I wasn't having it .Gripping her jaw much more firmly this time  “There’s nothing to be sorry for or embarrassed about,” I said, crouching down at the side of the bed to look at her. “I should be thanking you for the compliment. There’s nothing hotter than knowing I made you so satisfied you left a puddle on my sheets.” 

She groaned again, turning bright red, and closed her eyes. “Hey,” I said, tapping her cheek. “I’m serious. I’ve never been his hard in my entire fucking life, Darlin.” She opened her eyes and rolled them before moving to sit up. “Nope,” I said, stopping her. “Stay here a second. I’m going to go get something to clean you up, and then you get whatever you want to eat.” I laid the blanket on the side of the bed and made my way to my master suite to wet a washcloth with warm water. I needed to clean her up and cover her fucking body with that blanket so I could get rid of my raging hard-on. I slipped on some sweats and tucked myself into the waistband until it decided to calm down. Walking back over to the bed, I spread her legs and wiped her clean before throwing the cloth onto the pile of dirty sheets. “Thank you,” she said sleepily as I covered her with the blanket.

She rolled on her side and was propped up on her elbow watching me “What are you hungry for? I don’t really have any food in the house, but I will order you whatever you want we’re going to need some calories for you, "I said with a suggestive wiggle of my eyebrows. She gave me a look, and I shrugged. “What? If you think for one damn second that I was gonna feed you and send that sweet little ass of your home before the sun has come up, you’ve lost your mind sugah, I'm not nearly done with you yet. Now, what do you want?” “Pizza,” she stuttered. “Just pepperoni, please.”  “That's my girl” gave her a kiss on the head and a hard smack to her ass, she squealed my name as i got off the bed and I went off in search of wherever I had left my phone and let her rest. When I finally found it, I ordered the pizza. 

When I was done, I took a few minutes to try and relax my mind and my goddamn cock, he was being a needy bastard but it wasn't about him right now, this was about her. With a frustrated sigh I made my way back into my bedroom to find her fast asleep. I crawled under the blanket behind her and  pulled her into my body. She rolled over and rested her head on my arm and threw one of her legs over my hips. She could barely open her eyes. “Pizza?” “On its way. Sleep. I’ll wake you up when it’s here, don’t worry,” I answered. “You want to know something?” she asked, burying her face into my chest.  I began to run my forefinger and thumb up and down her shoulder  “You’re going to think I’m lying to make you feel like some sort of god or something,” she laughed. “But I swear I’m not. A guy has never been able to make me finish. A guy has never been able to make me finish.” “what?” I asked, shocked. I rolled over to look at her “ You're serious? You havent been fucked properly?”  “Yeah,” she yawned. “I just always faked it to get them to stop trying. And here you are, giving me three out-of-body experiences in the span of a few hours.” 

I breathed her in, trying to settle myself before I said or did something’ stupid. But I didn’t have to. She had fallen back asleep. No one had ever in her entire life made her finish. What kind of fuckwads were out there? I would never understand men and their inability to care about anything other than getting their dicks wet and then leaving. Not bothering to check on their partner and see if they had enjoyed it as well. Shit, I could understand finishing first. It happened to the best of us. But you still made sure she got hers before fucking off home. I sighed. “What have you done to me sugah? ,” I said quietly to myself as I rubbed my eyes. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and set an alarm for thirty minutes to make sure I would be awake when the pizza arrived. I shoved the phone under my pillow and closed my eyes, falling asleep to the comforting sound of her quiet breaths.

[captainsy-cookiemonster]

He's so fucking beautiful I want to cry😭

What are you so pretty for, Walter, huh?

[anniefromravenclaw]

I should be studying 😅

Well, I’ve been thirsting over Henry for the past two hours instead.

[mis-lil-red]

Hey Cavillry..... Does anyone know if the baby has arrived and if what gender it is? I can't seem to find anything😭

[hc-geralt-23]

Henry Cavill expecting first child with girlfriend Natalie Viscuso

[holylulusworld]

Good

[littlefreya]

I think I just made the most inhuman noise known to man Freya.

With all due respect that is made to be ridden in the car on the way back home because people were looking at his ABSOLUTE MONSTER dong and you were jealous.....

im just gonna leave that here and go eat some grass.

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Ahoy, nonie. I see you were just introduced to the Kraken. Lemme throw you a rescue wheel, so you don't drown in your own water.

Now now, that's a thot.

(cut for dirty smut talk)

I'm sure it always hurts a little when he slides in and stretches you out... you bite your bottom lip and whimper, wanting him to give you some time to adjust, but he just grabs the back of your neck and forces you down on his big fat cock and then begins to bump his hips to fuck you relentlessly.

[witchersmistress]

Punishment Time

Hello my darlings!! Here is something special for ya!

Trigger warnings: BDSM, bondage, restraints, p in the v, oral sex both m and receving and giving, riding, bodily threats, bodily fluids, voyerisum and dedrigation

Word count: 3.9k

As you walk down the long corridor, your heels clicking on the back tile floor, you find the 2 men in question.. Walter Marshall and August Walker. Walter leaned against the wall with a cold indifference, August was sitting on his cot. Syverson was the only one who wasnt down here but that mother fucker was on thin ice himself. 

August went to speak, but you brought your finger to your ruby red lips and shushed him “You are not allowed to speak” turning on your heels, making your way over to Walter’s cage. Eyeing him through the bars,  casually wrap one hand around them “ My my” you purr “ you look good on the other side of these bars” crossing his arms and releasing a sigh,” Words whispered through prison bars lose their charm”  his chilling british accent gliding over your skin, like a chill on a cool autumn day. Relishing as the goosebumps work up your arm, to the side of your neck and down your spine with a sharp zing. Cracking your neck to relieve some tension, he may be the quieter one of the three but he was just as dangerous and deadly as they were. August let out an amused snort as he walked towards the bars and stuffed his hands in his pockets. Moving to the side, opening the black hutch that sits nicely against the wall, that housed a number of assorted goods with their own spaces nestled in the red velvet lining. 

From crops to whips, floggers, chains, various kinds of body clamps and butt plugs. Everything that made your inner dominatrix purr with delight. “I think the fuck not” August piped up from his cell “Nope no, no thank you ma’am” clucking your tongue at your silly pet “oh sweet boy” pulling a ballgag from its spot in the hutch and walked towards him, casually running you fingers across his cage as you approached him “What makes you think you have a choice?”

Grabbing his restrains just outside his prison, you motion for his hands, with a rough sigh he agrees and put his hands in the slots, he is going to try and over power me, that's his typical style, but i've learned in these last several years, attaching another chain to the restraints before locking them in place around his wrist. He pulled his hands back and fiddled with the secondary chain as I opened the door. “What is that for?” Walter asked, I cocked a brow at him as I turned and responded, leaving you back exposed to August, just like he taught me to never do. “Well it will control and restrain his movements, he may have been sealthy but he wasn't quick enough, with the touch of a button on the side of his cage, that chain tightened and halted him in his tracks. “What in the actual hell” August hissed as he pulled on the restraints, causing the chain to tighten and be pulled into the floor, the more he pulled the short his leash got, turning to see him on the floor, absolutely seething with rage.

Taking the ball gag in your hand, I waited “Look at you such a good boy, on your knees for me” he was pissed, his eyes were hard, Walter laughed “Wally, don't you start, your punishment will be far worse.” he stopped and went back to observing. Kneeling so you were face to face with Walker. Tilting his head up with your index finger, smiling at him as he, his eyes, the anger and lust flaring in his irises, he was pissed but he was turned on. “Good boy” you murmur, he opens his mouth to argue with you and you pop the ball gag in and secure it behind his head. Now he was beyond angry, looking him up and down slowly, with his hands bound in front of him and his mouth bound in silence, he was delectable. His breath short and heavy as he tried to calm himself, the bulging biceps begging to rip free from his button down shirt, his tie hanging loosely around his neck and his thick cock was hard in his black slacks. Sitting back on your heels, you enjoyed the sight before you. It wasn't often a powerful man like himself could be brought to his knees and caged like a wild animal, but he broke the rules.

Carefully navigating from  sitting on your heels to sitting on your ass, thighs and knees pressed tightly together as you tip off your heels gently tossing them aside “What's the matter? Can’t  handle it?” his eyes narrowed and he let out what sounded like a grumble low in his chest. The hairs stand on your arms and the back of your neck. It's a love-hate relationship with  these men. Grabbing the ends on the tight black skirt, dragging it up your thighs till it bunches at your waist leaving you in your red bottomed thigh highs and black lace garter belt and matching black thong. Fiddling with the thin strap of the thong. Grabbing it and letting it go. Walter was groaning in the background but you chose to ignore him, his punishment later.

Dragging them slowly down your legs, till they were dangling around one ankle and directly in August's face. His pupils dilating and contracting with lust and anger, like he was torn unsure of what he wanted, did he not want to get free or did he want to break free and fuck you so hard that you forgot your own damn name. Both ideas had their appeals but for his punishment, he would remain restrained, spreading your legs open so he could get a good look at what he cant have, watching him struggling to free himself was an absolute power trip. Keeping one hand on the floor to support yourself, while the other one creeped down the front of your torso, over the bunched skirt and down to your soaking wet core.

 With 2 fingers you separate your lips for August to get a better look, dragging your middle finger through your center, inside your aching cunt. Letting out a few soft whimpers as you circle around your clit. His breathing became faster as he watched you play with yourself. Reluctantly pulling your fingers away, cleaning them off and shifting so you were back on your knees, moving to a standing position and walking past August  hitting the release button on the chain. He went to move “ Tsk tsk tsk” pushing him back down to the ground with your foot. Undoing the restraints so he could move his hands but he was still attached to the chain on the floor.

Moving away from him you cast a glance at Walter who is sitting on the bed with his hard cock in his hand “Don't you dare play with yourself” he grumbled as you walked away. Sitting on the chest at the end of the bed, you cross your legs and beckon August forward with one finger, he began to rise to his feet, shaking your head and clicking your tongue, “ On the ground, crawl” He grabbed his tie and throwing it over his shoulder as he began to crawl on his hands and knee towards you. Drunk on the power this gives you, you take advantage. Leaning forward as he approaches, you grab him by his tie and tug him up to a kneeling position. Reattaching the cuffs and removing the chain, and grabbing his tie, “Come pet” pulling him along behind you towards the back wall where the floor had slopped, unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders and down to his wrist, as you moved to lock in each wrist, pulling off the shirt and discard it to the floor. Making sure he was secure before stepping back.

Pulling the lever and raising his arms above his head, looking up at his broad chest, his pale skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Reaching down, you pull at his belt, undoing it and sliding it from his pants before dropping it to the floor. Walking back to the hutch, you grab the  29 inch, black leather flogger and walk back over to him. His eyes widen in surprise, dragging the flogger up his chest and back down again before pulling it back and flogging him, he jumps back at the sensation, his abdominal muscles spasming at the sensation. Giggling with delight, you do it again, his look becoming less amused by the minute.

The tent in his pants is telling another story, licking your lips, you unbutton his trouser, pulling out his large bulge and gripping it firmly. What sounded like a hiss came from his caged mouth, releasing his thick erection from the confines of his boxer briefs, the rosie head of his cock pointed straight at your face, the head glistening with pre-cum. No matter how many times you've seen it, it still takes your breath away. Licking your lips looking up at his eyes, his pupils so large you could barely see any signs of that beautiful blue color. Opening your mouth and just hovering over the tip of his cock. you take him into your mouth, and he releases a deep groan as you flick your tongue around. 

A small amount of salty precum slides into your mouth, mingling with your saliva.  using it to further wet his shaft. Exploring the long, steely muscles with your tongue, I flick around the silken skin at the head to the piercings just below.  lapping a line up the tight cord beneath before traveling further, tonguing the slit. He bucks slightly when you do that, so you do it again. And again. I feel his thighs tighten. He struggles against his restraints and fails miserably, his breath is heaving and strained against the ballgag. Watching him struggle was an intoxicating and powerful feeling.

Taking him in your mouth slowly, taking you time, teasing and slow as the head of his cock breaches your lips.  The veins below his skin pulse under your attention. Halfway down the solid muscle, you hit the first piercings , gagging slightly. Sliding back up his erection, even after all this time you still get caught up on his piercings, I swear that motherfucker is laughing at me, I uncover you teeth and gently drag them across the top of his cock, he tries to jerk back, gripping one of his thighs, I dig you nails into his firm flesh as he stills. Scolding him with your eyes, he glares at you. 

 you immediately dive again, this time getting a tiny bit deeper. He hisses. A moan leaves you. A rumble of your enjoyment reverberates around his cock, provoking his pelvis to thrust upward. After a few bobs of your head, you get a rhythm, sliding down with pressure and dragging your tongue along the lower knot of skin on the withdrawal, while he jerks against the chains that bind his hands high above his head. Bracing yourself on his thighs and taking his cock, all the way down your throat, gagging slightly and tears forming as he piston his hips, his groans become grunts. His muscles tighten, contort. Then he explodes in a violent rush, flooding your mouth with his cum, shaking and pulsing through the moment. You  swallow, but it's thick and powerful shots of hot fluid. You love the indecency of it, the virility. The rawness. You love bringing him that kind of pleasure.

Giving him one last suck, he hissed around the gag as you popped his semi hard cock out of your mouth. Sticking out your tongue to show him that you did indeed swallow everything like a good girl. He groaned and pulled against his restraints, slowly rising to your feet, you bite and kiss your way up his chiseled torso, standing on your tiptoes to reach his scruffy face, kissing along his jawline before nipping at his bottom lip. He was trying his utmost best to stay still but that wild beast that was beating beneath his cold and calculated edges was thrashing to break free, trailing your hands up his chest, then his neck and slowly to the back of his head, within a few moments, the gag was undone, stepping back, watching him pant you grab a bottle of water and bring it to him. Drinking it greedily, causing it to spill down his chin and chest. 

you pull the bottle away and watching him catch his breath he says “You've had your fun now let me out” throwing you head back, laughing  wickedly, “Oh no darling, I'm not done with you yet.” sliding his black slacks all the way off, just leaving him in his black boxer briefs with his cock hanging out was a sight you'd never forget. Stepping back till your knees touch the back of the cool leather sofa, pulling your bunched up skirt from around your waist till it was a puddle at your feet, undoing the buttons on your shirt, letting it join your skirt on the floor. Unclipping your bra and sliding the straps down your shoulders before letting it fall free. “Fuuuck” you heard Walter say from behind you, while August just stared on. Grabbing a handful of your breast you bring them up, giving them a squeeze and massaging them before letting them drop back down. His cock was now standing at full attention as you meander back to the hutch.

Bending at the waist, you shake your ass at them while you retrieve a different set of restraints, a toy and some lube  from the drawer. Standing up and turning back round with said items, August was the first one to speak up “Absolutely not, don't even think about it” he shifted trying to get away from you. Walter howled with laughter. “ Mr. Big bad CIA man is afraid that she is going to shove that up your ass” August sneered at Walter “Do you even hear yourself, you sound so stupid” more laughter erupted from Walter as they continued to go back and forth with one another. Putting the toy and lube down, I moved to stand it from August and unclasped the handcuffs and placed them under each wrist restraint. Release the lever and lower his arms and take off the wrist restraints leaving the handcuffs in place, as you move back to the leather sofa and spread your legs wide when you sit. August stretched his limbs before walking towards you and dropping back to his knees in front of you. Taking one stocking covered foot and dragging it up his arm before resting your ankle on his shoulder. He turned his head and began kissing a trail up your leg, beginning to hum, you just watching him. “What are you feeling right now?” he asked softly, looking around the spacious room, flicking your eyes to Walter than back to August 

My breathing escalates. “Confined.”

“Trapped?” he volleys back. My mouth tightens because while a part of me wants to say yes, the truth is that I don’t.

 I feel… safe.

 Protected. 

Treasured.

“One day, you will realize that you are not trapped in a cage,” he murmurs roughly. “You are in your church where I am your God, and you are your equal. I’m not a cage, little one, I am your sanctuary.” your mouth dries. The tip of your tongue darts out, wetting your bottom lip and swiping across his lips. Just a brush, but enough to light a spark. An answering growl arises as you ask, “Does that make me a goddess?” He pulls you impossibly closer, his lips now pressed against yours lightly. “Little one, you rule the fucking kingdom, and I will gladly bow to you.” letting  him ensnare your lips between his in a vicious kiss before pulling away, your breath left behind. He goes to recapture them and growls when you evade him once more. Keeping your mouth dangerously close, whispering  against his tongue, “Prove it.” “Mmm,” he hums, the sound of a beast growling from the depths of darkness. “I do enjoy being on your knees for you,” he murmurs, nipping at your lips playfully. This time, he’s the one to evade you, instead biting and licking until your bristling with need. He only teases for a few moments before his mouth is crashing on to yours. The inferno in your body escapes from your throat and ignites our connected lips. Without thought, you arch into him, desperate to feel more of him against you..

your eyes roll as his tongue laps up your cunt, circling your clit and spearing into you opening. It’s too much—too good. I force myself to find something to focus on, to draw out the pleasure. My gaze locks on Walter, it rivals the husky moans falling from you lips. But I lose focus, and it all fades to black as his teeth join in, sucking and biting before easing the sting with his tongue. “Fucking nirvana,” he murmurs before suctioning you clit into his mouth. I cry out, pleasure consuming me whole. And he’s right. The way August eats pussy is nirvana. It doesn’t take long before his tongue lashes at you clit in just the right way that an orgasm explodes out of me before I can process it. Your screams echo in the open  space as he swallows everything you have to give him. Clamping your thighs around his head as you ride out the waves of your orgasm, his mouth is still on you but moving slowly, his tongue lazily answering each pulse ofmyour flesh with one of its own. Running your fingers into his hair and grabbing pulling him off when it becomes to much, he looks up at you, his face glistening with your arousal. 

Leaning back to catch your breath, he stands from his kneeling position, hands still bound in front of him, he sits on the sofa next to you. Looking at his thick hard shaft, you cant help but want to give him on last punishment. Signaling for him to raise his arms, you slide under them so they are behind your back as you straddle his massive thighs and fist the base of his shaft before rolling your  hips, gliding your pussy up to the tip, then down to the base again, pulling a deep grumble from the monster just lurking beneath the glassy surface of his blue eyes.

Closing your eyes  as you rubs your  clit against his shaft,  “Just stay like this,” you whispers, repeating the motion again and again until your certain he was going lose the battle against the monster and snap my neck like a goddamn toothpick. Positioning the head of his cock at your weeping entrance. You slow lower yourself until just the head of his cock is seated inside you.

Refusing to sink all the way down on his shaft, he growls at you  “Patience, tell me what I want to hear and then maybe i'll sink a bit lower” bringing yourself down, slightly lower than you was previously sitting on him. He rolled his head back with a groan “ alright, im sorry for not listening to you and being a stubborn jackass, now if you dont not sit down in the next three seconds i will break free of these cuffs and fuck you like i hate you” your spin snapped straight as you sunk the rest of the way on his hard thick length. Taking a moment to adjust to his size.

“I swear to fucking God, baby  if you don’t move right fucking now—” slapping a hand over his  mouth, and gyrating your hips as you speak “Shh, baby,” you whispers, a slight grin curling her lips. The look in his eyes tells me that you have won. But I already knew that from the minute he followed me down here.

“I’m in control, Walker. Not you. Me.”

That's when I heard the tell tale sign of metal snapping his hands come from behind my  back. One hand went to your throat and the other one when to your hip, grabbing your jaw he made me look at him while he held your gaze

“Ride me, baby. I want to feel your pussy grip every inch of your cock.” “Fuck, I can’t,”  groaning, your body still working to adjust to the sheer size of him

. “You have five seconds before I rearrange your organs,” he threatens. It does the job, kicking your ass into high gear and immediately rising up and sliding back down slowly. After a few different readjustments, you finally found an angle that allows me to completely seat yourself on August without feeling him come up your throat. With this new angle, he hits that perfect spot he was abusing moments before., your nails digging deeper as you movements quicken. August draws me in, bringing you body flush with his. One arm curls around you waist while the other hand tears through you wet hair, yanking you head to the side and giving him access to devour you neck. I cry out, you hips moving frantically and erratically as his teeth bite the sensitive skin below you ear. you nipples scrape against his chest, sending delicious shivers straight to you pussy.

“That’s it, baby,” he croons into you ear. “Your sweet little pussy is gripping you cock so fucking tight.” The arm that was curled around you waist is now wedging between our bodies until his thumb reaches you clit. you head kicks back as I let out a feral cry of you own. you eyes are rolling, and I can hardly breathe past the orgasm curling in you stomach. It’s too much. Too powerful. your movements grow choppy and uneven as your core tightens unbearably. “August,” I grind out through clenched teeth, sweat forming on your forehead. I don’t know what I’m asking for, but I think I know what I need.  The salvation he so steadily promised me. 

The hand in your hair grips tighter until strands are ripping from your scalp. His fiery eyes catch mine. “Let me feel you fall in love again,” he whispers. you can no longer hold on. your vision goes dark, the pleasure binding and dynamic as the orgasm rips through you, tearing everything in your body to shreds. you fight, your willpower, and your goddamn heart.  screaming so loudly, your throat grows hoarse. “Fuck!” August  shouts, and your vision clears enough to watch his own head kick back, the veins in his arms bulging and traveling all the way up to his neck.

He bares his teeth, a roar that can only come from the depths of Hell vibrating throughout the room. His cock becomes impossibly thicker before he grabs ahold of me with both arms, forcing me to still as he spills inside of me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grinds out through clenched teeth, each word punctuated by a thrust of his hips. your pussy milks him dry, wringing out every last drop until you're impossibly full of him. His seed nearly bursts from you when he pulls out, the thick semen streaming down your legs like the raindrops on a window. Our heavy breathing and the pounding of your heart is the only thing left to listen to. Slowly climbing off him  feeling his cum leaking down your thighs, you look over at Walter, " Now Wally, it's your turn"

[captainsy-cookiemonster]

Dash magic is giving mafia boss' son - Mikey and I'm honestly not complaining 👀👀👀

@sillyrabbit81

[anniefromravenclaw]

Charles Brandon x Lady of the french queen! Reader

A/N: Hi there, I want to start a new series of fics. Every friday I’ll post a one shot based on a fantasy. You can send me your fantasy with one of Henry Cavill’s characters or Chris Evans’ characters and I’ll make your fantasy onto a one shot. See you next week.

XxAniee

You’ve been at the French court for two years now as the lady of the queen of France. You were born in England though. One day you heard a great news. The king of England will be coming to France to meet king François.

When the day came, you, as the queens maid were invited to the place where the meeting was about to happen. After the years of speaking just French, you’ve been quite scared that you’ve forgotten to speak your mother tongue. In the past two years you’ve only spoken English with the Boleyn sisters, the daughters of the English ambassador in France, Sir Thomas Boleyn.

The meeting has soon changed into a big party with some sword and wrestling fights and gallons of wine. Even the kings themselves had a wrestling fight. At this time, however, you had some better things to do. You had an eye on one of the English kings adjutants. Tall, well-build, handsome man with ocean blue eyes and flirty cocksure smile. You were pretty sure that you aren’t the first girl he’s smiling at. You were even sure he’s the type of guy who has one girl per night. Maybe even more. But his charisma was stronger than you. The longer he was staring at you, the more you were falling for him. You knew he’s gonna be yours tonight, you’re gonna be his.

[anadelaney79]

"I've already told you that I'll be back as soon as I can, pet. But I assume it won't be for at least two weeks." August isn't even looking at the camera. You know he's working on his computer while you both are doing the video call. You can see him typing, writing, looking down and up as he reads documents and reports at the screen.

You've had enough. You've been waiting for him for 3 months, knowing that he can come back at any moment, but you don't know when, and the date extends, the wait lengthens, the agony becomes eternal.

Your hand slides between your thighs and you begin to massage your clit. Lately reaching orgasm alone is one of the easiest tasks you have to do during the day. Your soft moans begin to play through the speakers of his computer, and you can see his face transforming. His eyes turn dark. “What do you think you're doing?” he says under his breath, almost in a growl. "What I do every day since you're not here. Thinking of you while you're gone." August looks around the tent and back to the screen, biting his knuckles. The job will have to wait for a few minutes.

Henry Cavill sitting in a tent inside the Champs-Élysées Palace during the filming of “Mission: Impossible: Fallout”, 2018

[mis-lil-red]

Daddy Henry is asking for tips..... Sleep now because you won't be getting much , soon enough. Also, if you need a place to catch up on that elusive sleep there'd be no point coming to my place because I can guarantee you won't get any , here either🥹😉

[zacksnydered]

HENRY CAVILL Behind the Scenes of Man of Steel (2013)

[funalpaca]

The sound I made was not human, this man just does it for me

Which ones the evil twin?

[littlefreya]

FREYA LOOK AT THIS , THIS SHOULD BE ILLEGAL.

this man is just- *slams head into wall* i have spent the whole day reading fics and just being horny for him in general and now i see this hOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FUNCTION NORMALLY I CAN NOT BREATHE.

I mean, Henry Walter knew 100% what he was doing when he posted that video. Like, "hey, wanna see a POV of you riding them thick thighs, bbgirl? Here you go."