@angryschnauzer could be what him and his fleshlight look like 👀👀🤗🤗 or him bringing you and energy shake because your about to pass out on him and he’s barely started 🤔🤔
Both! Heny cleaning his fleshlight to use it whilst you recover and drink your shake!!
Summary: You want to live out one of your fantasies- and Henry let’s you. But he will always remind you of who’s in charge.
Warnings: somnophilia, pre consensual, switch/power play, vaginal penetration, gagging (hand over mouth), rough sex, daddy kink, borderline punishment, dirty talk
Title: Their Dominion
Word count: 517
Note: written for the lovely @hylian-hoe / @littlebirdofrivia 💗💗 
My breathing faltered as I looked over at him. Henry’s hair had grown long, and his brows furrowed in his sleep. I bit down on my lip to keep the moan from slipping out of my lips as I squeezed my legs together.
He had taken the time to reassure me over and over again. To tell me that my fantasies were okay. That he would love for me to act on them. I never had.
Maybe tonight would change that.
I let my eyes trail along his exposed chest and toned stomach; he always slept bare, only the blankets and our touch for warmth. I noticed the raise of fabric along his hips, the light outline of him under the cover.
My mouth began to water.
I let my leg that rested overtop of his shift higher. I moved an arm to either side of his broad chest to support myself as I climbed onto him. His already dampened tip slid into me with ease. I felt his hips buck beneath me, causing my head to tilt back and a hushed moan to escape.
I kept my eyes on him as I slowly lifted and eased back against him. His brows furrowed and relaxed, hand repeatedly clenching the sheets beside him. I kept my pace slow to not startle him awake, but I could see his eyes shifting beneath their lids and his muscles tensing.
As I arched my back and rocked against him, a strong hand grasped my hip. My eyes flashed down to meet his.
“Good morning,” I grinned at him while my eyes rolled back.
The hand on my hip tightened.
Before I could even register his other arm snaking around my waist, Henry had me flipped onto the mattress. I squealed as he towered over me, one of those beautiful curls dangling across his forehead.
His hand flew to my mouth, making my eyes form into saucers.
“I think you’ve had your fun, kitten,” he growled. “My turn to play.”
There was nothing sweet or loving about the way he all consumed me. The way he never took his hand off of my mouth. The way the force of his hips against mine was nearly painful.
But I saw that glimmer in his eyes.
He pulled me so close to him that I could feel his breath tickle my nose. “Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” He snarled.
I was almost relieved that his hand shielded the cries I so desperately wanted to release.
“You’re such a little brat for trying to fuck Daddy in his sleep.”
He nipped at my neck and collar bone. His pace seemed to only quicken as his nails dug into my hip. Every thrust jarred my body, making me whimper into his palm.
“Is my little kitten sorry?” His head tilted to the side as one of his brows rose.
His hips never faltered.
I nodded as much as he allowed me to.
The smirk that teased on his lips alone could have sent me over the edge.
@nuggsmum oh yes, you want him to clog your pipes. clog your pipes hard. so hard, you’re leaking. the clog is so thick and tight that your pipes feel like bursting. *nods*
“Yes i can see love, everythings just gushing back out. Maybe i need to try and flush from the other end~ turn around for daddy lets see~”
Okay but people from the uk is this thread giving you the whole auto glass repair vibes? Good old gavin and his special resin here to fill your cracks leaving you as good as new in twenty mineuts? or is it just me?
“Kitten, if we keep it going, you’re going keep clogging and overflowing and Daddy’s going to have to pull out all his tools to trying to fix your pipes. Maybe a plug there and a gag here. Oh my, I’m going to need to put in over time for this little mess.”
I hope you are doing better, ma petite minette. I missed you while you were gone. We don't have to resume the RP if you're not feeling up to it, so don't feel pressured. Did you have a good day? -J
I am doing a little better; thank you so much for asking. It's been a rough couple of months and taking a break was my only option, but I think I can be active again! I've missed everyone. 🥺
Although the last RP we had going was not only hot but absolutely wonderful, it's been quite a long time since. If you would like to continue it, I do still have it in the my inbox. If not, that is okay too. I'm just very happy to hear from you again! 💕
My birthday was fun and one of the highlights was coming on here and seeing all of the wonderful birthday wishes, including yours. 🥰
(In case anyone is wondering, my birthday is June 15th and I'm a little behind on answering asks! Thank you for the well wishes!)
What do you think Henry's characters will do if they walk in on you changing?? (sorry if the sentence is not correct, I'm still learning)
Hey nonie, you never disturb me. Thank you for this adorable prompt. I hope it brightens everyone’s shitty weekend. 🖤🌈
He accidentally walks into the room while you’re changing your clothes and...
August licks his lips, his steel-blue eyes gliding up and down your enticing form carefully, soaking every curve and detail of your skin. Before you know it, he locks the door and turns toward you, beginning to strip his jacket off and loosening his tie.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” he asks in a husky, low tone.
A real southern gentleman, the Captain turns away immediately, covering his eyes and exclaiming a nervous “Woah! sorry there, ma’am!”
Obviously, he’s been dreaming about seeing you naked for a while now, the blood already streaming down to his loins and he can’t help but scratch his cropped hair anxiously.
But then he is not leaving, and maybe deep inside he is hoping that you’ll ask him to say.
Walter stands there stunned for a good couple of seconds, his ol’ SWAT team instincts all gone as he takes in your naked body before suddenly shouting “fuck!!!” and turning around.
Napoleon’s lips curl into a smirk full of mischief, he shuts the door softly and bats his lashes as he turns toward you, making a single step forward.
“Should I stay?” he asks and dampens his lips with appetite.
Geralt gives you a horny “hmmm...” and awaits your order while reluctantly turning around. But he knows you are about to ask him to stay, he can smell the arousal pooling between your thighs, and sweetheart, it smells good.
Trust that Clark knew you are taking off your shirt when he was nearing the door. Remember he has x-ray vision and such? :D So we can only assume that this is dark!Clark and he had full intent on walking in, and zero wish to walk away.
He takes a step closer and gives you a sinister grin.
Charles stands there amazed by your beauty, his gaze - a complete awe of you, making you feel as if you are some sort of mythological creature or a goddess.
“Milady,” he utters in a soft low hum, “let me look at you”. And as if you are controlled by some spell, your arms uncross from your breasts in an invitation for him to follow inside.
Mike beams at you with his pristine blue eyes and offers you a goofy grin...
I would like to participate in your 'dirty 30' celebration. So here is my idea...
After a frustrating day at the set of "Enola Holmes" Henry takes home Sherlock's cane. So you need to help him to unwind.
Hopefully this doesn't make you uncomfortable. If it does, I'm genuinely sorry.
Have fun celebrating your birthday! 😘
Hello! This doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable at all 😏 (and thank you for the April birthday wishes!💕) I hope you enjoy!
Sock’s Dirty 30: #13 Almost
Dirty 30 Masterlist
Pairing: Henry Cavill x Female Reader
Warnings: impact play (though do your research first, walking canes are very hard!), Dom!Henry, Sub!Reader, established BDSM relationship, implied previously negotiated scene, consent given via emojis
A/N: I don’t know a huge amount about BDSM (I’ve done *some* research) so if there’s anything majorly wrong please let me know!
Summary: Henry’s had a frustrating day on set of Enola Holmes and wants to play. You’re only too eager when he brings back your favourite piece of his costume…
Smut below the cut!
The message from Henry contained only two things. A traffic light emoji and a close up picture of his fist wrapped around the infamous Sherlock’s cane. Henry had left this morning but Sir was the one coming home. You quickly text back a green heart and took the stairs two at a time to be prepared for his arrival.
Head down, toes touching, thighs apart, forearms behind.
You recited the position to yourself as the heavy tread of his feet on the stairs came closer. Your heart leapt into your mouth as Sherlock’s cane landed with a thunk on the wooden floor, just in your peripheral vision.
“You’d do well to wipe that smile off your face.”
You hastened to school your features into impassivity, but couldn’t help but bite your lip on the way. And he noticed. Oh boy did he notice. Because the next second his fingers were pinched around your chin, forcing you to look up at him.
“Oh no, my little dove.” The cane tapped against the skin of your inner thigh, the cool metal making you jump. “I’m not in the mood for your games.”
That voice. The foreign feeling of wood and metal against your skin. You were almost convinced to behave.
“Sorry Henry-” You tilted your head to the side. “...Sir”
You finished with a wink. You saw the way he almost cracked, the ghost of a grin on his face. But as quick as blowing out a candle, his features cooled into stoic dominance. The cane slowly moved further in, your face still firmly in Henry’s hand. Unable to anticipate the next impact, you fought to remain still, to avoid flinching as the taps got harder and closer to your apex.
“Please Sir,” you whined, toes curling and uncurling with frustration.
Silence met your ears but his gaze was stony. You barely had time to register the swishing sound of the cane cutting through the air before it landed with a loud smack to your backside. Stinging pain shot through your nerves and your core clenched at the impact. Words were stuck in your throat until a second hit landed squarely across both cheeks.
“SHI- FUU- Thank you Sir!” You yelled, catching yourself just in time.
He released your chin then, his warm hand gliding over your skin. He crouched down behind you, smoothing over the impact-hot rear. You exhaled with a soft moan as Henry slid the cane against your wet pussy. Your hips twitched, involuntarily seeking something, anything to relieve the tension building in your gut.
You felt the tightening of his grip on your shoulder before you saw the cane move. A direct hit over your aching clit. You yelped as pain and pleasure blossomed in your gut. Henry’s lips brushed the curve of your ear.
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