#henry cavill

[notgaybuckybarnes]

HENRY CAVILL Royal Ascot 2026

[sharklover00]

[ap3orus]

Warm up sketch

[innorality]

cw// squirting, dumbification

somethings different, clark can feel it.

and he doesn't know why.

he's pounding into you the same way he usually does, rubbing your clit the same direction, whispering the same praises as usual... but something is different.

in all honesty, no—not everything is the same. tonight, you both decided to try and push past your limit to see how far you could go during sex with clark.

your mind was foggy with pleasure and your eyes were rolled back into oblivion, the sensation of the veins running down his cock grinding against your slick walls had rendered you stupid. your speech wasn't even coherent anymore—every other word was slurred and your sentences bled through eachother.

he wasn't much better either—his cheeks were an interesting shade of pink and his curls were frizzy, canines biting down into his lips to stop himself from cumming too quick. his mind was a bit clearer than yours, and he could still form somewhat correct sentences like, "j-just like tha– oh my- fuck, it's so warm and— shit..." which only contributed to making you go even dumber.

but this, all of this, was the norm during sexual encounters like these. so why couldn't he shake off the feeling that something was different?

a suddenly clear sentence from you interrupted his thoughts, "holy shit– clark, I'm g'nna cum! gonna cum so fucking hard, i– shit, it feels—" and he knows to double down, intensifying every movement of his.

then, he heard things. truly unusual things.

he heard you heart beat at a pace he's never heard from you before, he heard your blood rushing around your veins faster than it ever did, and he heard... liquid?

though his hearing was disturbed by a loud cry from you, a sweet and desperate "m'cumming, m'cumming!" that had him moaning almost as loud as you did.

what took him by surprise, however, is that right when he was expecting the usual increase in wetness and contractions, he got something entirely new.

liquid. streams of your cum coming out in short squirts, seemingly following the rhythm of at which he was rubbing your clit. it was so messy and warm and sticky, and then he looked at your face, and saw an expression of utmost pleasure right before his body contracted and almost crumbled before you as he felt your pussy squeezing down on him like never before.

clark kent was surrounded by lust, by pleasure—blinding, intoxicating, and so fucking good.

so he succumbed.

he gave in.

he suddenly grabbed you and pulled you up from the bed, wrapping his arms around your head and holding you flush against him as his hips involuntarily kept bucking into you, his cock uncontrollably twitching inside your wet cunt before he spilled into you, moaning your name so loud you both were positive the entire neighborhood got a piece of the situation, filling you to the brim with his seed.

your ograsms lasted longer than normal, sending you into an ecstatic haze that had the both of you shaking and twitching.

when it ended, you both finally collapsed on the bed, sticking to eachother thanks to the liquid evidence of your pleasure.

"s-shit... I didn't.. I didn't know this would happen I'm sorry about the– about the sheets.." you apologized between pants, gulping down the saliva that had pooled inside your mouth.

he chuckles, caressing your shoulders lightly, "its okay... I didn't know you could.. squirt." and he looks at you with his kryptonian eyes, like a predator about to bounce on his prey.

"I know what you're thinking but you're gonna have to wait atleast two weeks for me to even think about attempting that again."

"oh, come on!"

[thebookbutterfly]

fanfiction isn’t enough, I need to chew on him

[noodles-and-tea]

Is it a bird? Is it a plane??

[gazehaven]