Henry Cavill fan, fan fic writer

Here are a few suggestions for some ritual work that is under 5 minutes. Simple and quick!

Visualize your keys unlocking opportunities anytime you use them.

Use some herbal smoke, an incense, or diffuser to cleanse your home.

Turn your shower/bath into a cleansing opportunity to wash away all the negativities. Visualize the water as golden rain removing the bad.

Bless your morning coffee/tea with good vibes to be productive and creative for the day.

Close your eyes and take 7 deep breaths. One for every Chakra. Imagine each Chakra becoming aligned with each breath.

Bless your food with gratitude.

🫙 Save all your jars! Spaghetti sauce jars, baby food jars, pickle jars, jam jars — you get the point. You can use these for storage, spells, rituals and offering. Plus they’re easy and cheap to decorate and customize. A little glue, some scrapbook stuff, rocks, moss etc. The possibilities are endless.

🌼 Go outside and collect nature! Sticks, flowers, dirt, rocks etc. Put your collected pieces into your saved jars lol. It’s easy, free and you never know when dirt specifically from a certain area might come in handy for a ritual or spell. Also you can use your foraged finds to decorate your altar(s) and your jars. 

🍋 Save your fruit peels, pits and seeds! They’re super useful for spells and rituals + they’re “free” considering you’re eating the fruit it came from anyways. To dry out your peels you can leave them out in the sun or you can place them in your oven on it’s lowest setting (anything under 170°F) for about 4 hours or until dry.

WHAT IS A SIGIL?

A broad definition of a sigil is a two-dimensional design that has particular magical effects.

A sigil can be compared to an encrypted message.

The idea that a sigil is designed to represent is its magical purpose.

Every sigil is a visual manifestation of an intention that it works to fufill.

Sigils might also be referred to as seals.

HOW TO MAKE A SIGIL

To start the process of designing a sigil，think of a current dilemma or goal you are facing.

Imagine how the situation might be if everything were perfect.

Your sigil can not make that happen on its own. Instead of trying to make a sigil to tackle a giant concept, think about one obstacle that is keeping your current situation from being your ideal one.

By choosing a single element for your sigil to target，you have given it a better chance of actually doing something to help you.

TYPES OF SIGILS

Once you've finished your design，consider these ways you can use your sigil.

There are three forms that sigils can take:

Permanent Sigils are made to last for a long time, so that it is constantly working. Permanent sigils should to be recharged if need be. Best for spells that work on a subconscious level，like protection spells.

Destructible Sigils, this sigil is destroyed in some way in order to activate it. The destruction is the burst of energy the spell needs to work. Best for spells that call for a certain event to take place，with energy and action.

A/n: sorry it took so long, hope you enjoy it. Love you so much and sorry its a bit shite... - L

Prompt 22 from my list: “I’d hold onto something if I were you”

He hadn't even been gone that long and you found yourself longing for his touch. You had bitten your lip raw from thinking about it and your core shook every time he'd send you a voice note or selfie. He had been away filming for the second season of the witcher and you were convinced that because of this his voice dropped an octave or two. Every voice note he sent sounded more and more like Geralt and to say it turned you on more than you'd care to admit. The dildo he had purchased you (one in which he got personally made for you, resembling his member perfectly, it was a replica afterall) had been your saviour during your time apart. He wishes he could say that he was handling the situation well but his hand simply didn't offer him the same pleasure as that of your warm and tight walls. The selfies and pictures you were sending him were pure torture for him, especially one of your petite frame covered with red lace, showing off your perfect arse and plush bosom.

But today was the day he came home, you knew he would be tired but he was never tired enough to deny the need to satisfy the carnal desire you both had been aching to quench. Before he even managed to pull his keys out to open the door, it swung open, revealing you standing there, a wide smile on your face, wrapped in your red satin robe. Kal rushed forward tugging on his lead which forced Henry to follow, he let go of the lead, allowing Kal to roam the house as his large hands rested at your satin clad waist, he hadn't uttered a single word, his eyes too busy scanning your face and body that he has missed so much.

"Darling'' he says before you push your lips to his, standing in the doorway as his lips mold against yours. He easily lifts you up by your waist, turning you around and pushing you against the door until it shuts, you wrap your legs around his waist as he stands in between your legs. His tongue slipping over your bottom lip, roughly meeting yours in a passion filled kiss.

"Missed you baby" you hear him say as he moves his lips to your neck, his hands slipping to the front of your robe, untying the neat knot, allowing the robe to fall open, revealing the red lace. You moaned as he sucked at your neck, his hips jutting forward into your core and you can feel him hard and aching in between your legs.

"Missed you too Hen" you said, making the man groan as his member ground into your lace covered core.

"How was- fuck. How was filming?" you gasped, his hard on rubbing deliciously against your aching clit. He moved his lips to yours again, claiming them with his mouth in a quick kiss before he pulled back to look at you, his hand caressing your cheek, your eyes falling shut for a second. The sight makes Henry throb under the confinement of his jeans, you already looked completely blissed out and he had hardly touched you yet.

"Can we talk about that later? Really just need to ravish you right now" he says making you smirk before he kisses you again. His fingertips find the hem of your underwear, slipping his fingers under the material and teasing against your folds. You arch your back into him as you moan, you clit throbbing against his index. Your hands find the button of his jeans, popping them open before fumbling with the zip. You push his jeans down, taking his boxers with him, the two dropping around his ankles. Your hands find his swollen member, taking it into your hand and you begin pumping your hand up and down his shaft, his cock becoming harder with every movement until precum leaks from the tip.

“Feel how hard you make me. Fuck I’ve missed you” he says as he moan against his lips, his finegrs thrusting into you. 

"I need you to fuck me" you moan, your tits pressing against his chest. He immediately halts his efforts.

"Panties. Off. Now" he utters the three words, his zone resembling Geralt again and you remind yourself to tell him later. You do as you're told once he places you on the ground, shimming the material down your legs as he kicks his jeans and boxers off, his own hand pumping himself now.

His large hands clamp down on your waist against, lifting you up and resting you against the door, his hips harshly resting against yours to hold you up as he eases the tip of him in through your lips, making the both of you groan out at the feeling.

"I'd hold onto something if I were you" he says with a smirk before he thrusts his hips forward in one quick and harsh motion, his dick pushing into you fully making you moan loudly. Your hands fly out the door frame, gripping it harshly as he begins thrusting quickly into you, almost immediately finding your g-spot, making your walls clench around him, a deep groan slipping from his lips.

"Fuck me" he practically yells, the door shuddering, your body thrusting against it as he hammered into you.

"Henry" you moan, his fingers finding your bundle of nerves, massaging your aching clit as you pulsate around him again.

"Fuck I've missed you" he repeats, eyes snapping down to where he is pulling out to the tip before he snaps back into your, your walls welcoming him perfectly.

"God you feel so good. You're made for me baby" he says, pushing his mouth onto yours, his tongue moving in circles around yours. You move your hands to his shoulders gripping there instead of the door frame. You're practically clinging to him as he drills into you, grunts and sighs of pleasure falling from the muscular man, your moans and screams only spurring him on to thrust harder and faster. Your mouth is agape from the pleasure coursing f through your veins and you feel bad for your neighbours because the moans being pulled from you are loud and pornographic.

"Fuck Henry. Oh fuck you're so big" you say, his hips ramming into yours. You know you'll have bruises tomorrow but right now you really couldn't care.

“Fuck” he cotinues to grunt, the movement of his hips rapid and harsh but being what both of you need. Your eyes flutter shut and you revel in the feeling of him easily moving in and out of you. You can feel every ridge of his cock inside you and your walls are soon clamping down on him as he grunts.

"Fuck princess I'm close" he says, sweat dripping down his jaw. Your back arches again, his lips finding the skin at your neck as you look upwards, white is all you can see and by the way your fluttering around him he knows you're close to cumming.

"Fuck Henry"

"Can you feel you fluttering around me baby let go... Knew this is what you'd need" he says, the movement of his hips punctuating the dirty words.

"I need you to fill me Henry" you moan, your eyes flying open to meet his as you say it and your back arches impossibly more and suddenly your cumming, a heavy and loud moan falling from your lips as you reach your orgasm, your face contorted in pleasure and that's enough to make Henry spill into you. His seed coating your walls as his cock twitches inside you. He groans deeply as he cums, his hips grinning into you, as you cling to him. He feels numb from his orgasm and holding you up so long but his strong arms still pin you to the door.

“I love you” he mumbles, his head tucked into the crook of your neck as your hands play with the curls at the nape of his neck.

                       (made by the wonderful august-w-princess)

Characters: Henry Cavill x female reader

Word count: 718

Warnings: Pure fluff. Baby talk. Tearing up. Catcalling. Whistling.

Author’s note: This story is dedicated to @radaofrivia who encouraged me to write this short piece, even though it nearly killed both of us. Please go check out her masterlist!

I do not own any characters in this short story, except the reader who is a figment of my imagination.

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