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Pretty Girl
pairing: Dad!sy x Pregnant!Mom!Reader
summary: Baby Ellie has her daddy wrapped round her little finger, but so does her momma. After-all they’re his pretty girl (smut)
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“Hey pretty, c’mere and give me a kiss” Sy cooed nuzzling into his wife’s side on their bench swing in the backyard, his hands rubbing over her exposed bump which was housing their second baby. “mhm okay” She gave in ultimately giving him a soft wet kiss, having to push him away for a breath. “D-da d-da” Both their heads turning to face their 1 year old babygirl, who was settled on her play mat out in the shade.
Aika rested her head on her paws whilst on the play mat, letting baby Ellie rest her body against hers, ultimately using Aika as her backrest. The Syverson family was spending this nice summers day out on the porch, with Ellie clad in only a diaper just to keep her cool. “Yes my gorgeous girl, ya enjoyin’ bein’ out here with your momma and dada?” Sy cooed slipping off the bench and onto the mat a few feet away, Ellie was holding up her own bottle as she drank away, her other hand reaching up for Sy’s hand.
Ever since Ellie had seen the effect of the word ‘da’ on her daddy, she’s been using it ever since as a sign of a beck and call. “Da, da da” The soft curled bundle of joy tottered away from Aika’s body and wobbled her way onto her daddy’s lap. “Aren’t ya jus’ precious sweetpea, you n your mama n’ baby brother” Sy growled peppering kisses all over Ellie’s face until she started giggling and had to push his face away.
“Sy stop it and give her a chance” Y/n giggled watching, knowing damn well her babygirl loved giving out kisses too, Ellie’s lips already pouting out to land kisses on her daddy’s beard covered cheek. “mwah da” Ellie babbled happily, her curls bouncing with her, her hands on his shoulders to stabilise her standing up. “Wow babygirl, best kiss av ever gotten” Sy gasped hugging her tiny body to his immediately, carrying her onto his lap again.
“Da-da baba?” Ellie pulled away looking up with her innocent doe eyes, picking up her empty bottle up to her daddy, another small pout playing on her lips. “N' here I thought you wanted to cuddle with dada” Sy playfully scoffed settling Ellie down by Y/n, their babygirl wasting no time in cuddling on her mama’s lap, her head resting on her chest, her tiny hands feeling the baby’s kicks; her eyes twinkling watching Sy walk inside with her precious baba.
“got daddy wrapped round your lil finger baby” Y/n smiled nuzzling her head against her baby’s, pressing a big kiss on her cheek as she rocked her gently. “One baba per request” Sy said rocking back into the backyard, shaking the small lukewarm pink bottle in his hand, testing the temperature on his wrist before he handed it back to his little precious petal. “mm baba dada” She said handing it back to him.
Sy smiled picking up the tiny tot and sitting down beside his wife with Ellie laying across his lap as if she was a newborn again. His hands steadily holding the baby bottle to her lips as she suckled softly, her naturally wide eyes peering around the garden at all the different birds before settling on the baby blues of her dad. One of her hands reaching behind her for her momma and the other holding onto Sy’s hand that was holding the bottle.
“Think she’ll go down for a nap soon?” He smirked looking up to his wife, that same playful lustful loon in his eyes whenever his eye caught hers, his head leaning down to kiss and nuzzle against the side of her face like a possessive bear cub. “Oh yeah she’s your daughter Sy honey, fill her belly and she’ll be knocked out soon enough” Y/n swooned, leaning her body towards him as her hand patted down his soft stomach and body.
“See look her pretty lil eyes are already closing, must be the cool breeze helpin cool her down too” Checking her nappy was still clean, after about 15 minutes Y/n had burped and lulled her babygirl to sleep, ultimately leading her to put her down in her crib. Turning on the baby monitor and adjusting the room temperature, Y/n left the room slightly ajar as Sy and her retreated to hanging out in their shared bedroom.
“I ever tell ya how pretty you are? Especially when you’re full n’ round cus a’ me” Sy poses on the bed like a girl, his feet swinging in the air as he lay on his stomach, his hands cupping his face whilst he just stared at his wife. “Yes loverboy, you tell me at least every hour”
“That can’t be right, i’ll make sure to say it every minute then” He joked rolling onto his back, guiding her to sit on his lap, his hands immediately clasping around her body to cage her closer to him. “But seriously you are just gorgeous, jus’ how do you get even more beautiful the more life goes on” Y/n soon found herself feeling hot and bothered the more compliments and kisses she received, not to mention the subtle ass squeezes Sy had managed to squeeze in between his monologues.
“Stop it Sy please” She whined carefully tracing his brow with her thumb, trying to distract herself from looking into his eyes which were desperately trying to catch hers. “What can’t I pay my pretty mama compliments? I’m havin’ to stop myself ‘ere” Growling lightly he slightly jerked his hips up, letting her feel his hardened cock through his grey sweatpants, his torso bare. “Fuck Sy”
“I know baby m’sorry, I can’ help it, anytime I see you, smell you or hear you, the little guy gets excited n’ needs ya” Rubbing up her back soothingly under his shirt she was wearing, he felt her slowly start to shift herself back and forth on his lap, her wetness starting to leak through her thin cotton panties to create a darker stain on his pants. “Oh baby what are ya doin?”
“I need somethin Sy, seein’ ya be such a good daddy to Ellie and how you’re just so fuckin’ sexy it actually kills me” She suddenly broke out into a curse, seeing Sy basically move around the house was like porn for her, seeing him tend to the laundry and housework? She was about to bend him over if she could. Seeing him try his absolute best to lighten her load, even taking his babygirl Ellie out on his walks just so she could have some peace and quiet.
“You gonna use me baby? Get what you need momma, so fuckin’ pretty like this, my perfect angel, got my cock all swollen jus by bein you” He pushed back some of her hair away from her face, her expression furrowed as she quickened her pace knowing it wouldn’t be long before Ellie woke up again. “Y-you make me feel so good” Moving her underwear to the side she let her bare sensitive pussy rub against the fabric of his sweatpants, the head of his cock peeking out of the band as per her request.
“Hold on pretty-“ He gasped pulling down his sweatpants to his thighs, letting them feel each other’s skin as they humped against each other lovingly. Her swollen lips parted to hug around his shaft, covering his length in her slick wet juices, the lewd sounds filling the bedroom along with her whines and whimpers; the both of them being careful to not be so loud. “So soft” He would whisper out as his thumb caressed her sensitive nerve, watching her face contort whilst he stimulated her clit.
“You gonna cum for me pretty girl? Can feel it, come on baby I want it so bad” He whispered against her neck, his lips inching upwards until they reached hers. His tongue slipping into her mouth engaging it in a wet spit filled kiss, keeping her quiet. “M-m gonna come Sy” She whispered urgently feeling that band in her stomach grow tighter, with it eventually snapping once one of Sy’s paws wandered up to tug and rub at her hardened nipples. “Aww baby you did so good, m’ so prouda you pretty, makin’ yourself feel good on your man’s lap” He cooed in between grunts as he tugged at his hardened shaft to squirt ropes of cum onto her pussy.
“You proud of me” Y/n smiled hazily leaning back, massaging his cum into her pussy, her eyes peering at him as he brought her back in for a sloppy make-out session, leaving both their chins shiny with spit. “Fuckin’ best thing ta ever happen to me”
(this fic is not proofread)
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PSA: Haven’t updated in so long but i’ve honestly just been enjoying my summer🫶Hope you enjoy this Dad!sy fic
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Croissants
Summary: you have an interview after somebody had mentioned your name after it’s been a long time.
Pairing: Henry Cavill x Wife!Reader
“We’ve finally got in the studio none other than Grammy award winner and platinum selling artist Y/n Y/l/n!” the host said. “You’re here to promote your latest album. But before we dive into the music… you’re currently with child. Congratulations.”
“Thank you,” you said.
“Do you know what you’re having?” she asked.
“Hopefully a baby,” you said. “But the guy I’m with is huge.”
“You’re worried you’ll be having a big baby,” she said
“Yeah, I’m terrified. His mom was telling me all of her boys were like ten-eleven pound babies— each one of them,” you explained. “And these guys are massive dudes. I can’t imagine the pain she went through. I’m also smaller than her.”
“That’s frightening. I have that same exact fear for if I ever have kids,” the host said. “How far long are you?”
“28 weeks,” you said. “I had to have my heels buckled for me. It’s embarrassing.”
“How’s baby daddy taking the news of you being pregnant?” she asked.
“Well… not to brag but he’s obsessed with me,” you smiled.
“As he should be,” she said. “Speaking of people who are probably still obsessed with you… Henry Cavill, your ex-fiancé, name dropped your name in a recent interview.”
“As he should, I have a fantastic name,” you said.
“It’s been eight years since the two of you have ever been seen in a room together. It’s rumored that you’re the one who got away,” she said. “Have you seen him or heard from him after all these years?”
“Yeah, I have,” you said. “He promised me that he’ll have croissants with jelly when he picks me up from here. There might be a hoodie involved and I’ll probably cry.”
“You two have been seeing each other?!” she flipped.
“I need you all to take a deep breath—,” you said. “I baby trapped him.”
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“Ah, there’s my baby trapper,” Henry smiled.
You broke out into the biggest smile seeing him stand by the Escalade holding a pastry box. You picked up your pace as best as you could.
“My baby daddy,” you said happily.
“The croissants you requested,” he said opening the pastry box.
You grabbed a croissant and took a bite. Henry opened up the passenger door. You came closer. He leaned down and kissed you. You smiled into the kiss.
“Get in, Darling,” he said.
You happily took his hand and get helped into the car.
“Hi, Kal!” you exclaimed seeing the pooch in the back.
Henry slid in after you. He shut the door. He looked at you. You’re already giving Kal a small piece of your croissant. You buckled yourself in.
“Give me your feet,” Henry said.
You swing your legs over the leather seats. He pulled your feet onto his lap. He unbuckled the little belt on your heels. He pulled off your heels and grabbed the pair of short Uggs on the ground. He slipped them onto your feet.
“There you go,” he smiled.
You unbuckled your seatbelt and scooted into the seat next to Henry’s. His right arm went around your shoulders as you buckle up again. He adjusted the seatbelt on your lap and then found his hand resting your bump.
“How was the interview?” Henry asked.
“It was good. I’m sure you listened to it,” you said.
“I did. You handled it a lot better than I would’ve,” he said kissing the top of your head.
“You would’ve choked, Henners,” you said.
“Probably,” he said. “Would you have save me?”
“Didn’t I already do that?” you sassed.
“Eat your croissant,” he said.
“Do I get a hoodie?” you asked.
“On the plane,” he said.
“I’m gonna hold you to it,” you said.
“I know you will,” he said.
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Finished
Pairing: Henry Cavill x you
Prompt:Henry & y/n invited to his moms for thanksgiving. Mom also invites his ex.His mom is super strict so everyone is supposed to have separate rooms, mostly for his ex to slip into his room but she opens the door to find you sitting on his face.
This one was kind of tough but, ended up being a super fun story to write!Hope you guys enjoy it !Thanks for your ask, hope this lives up to the expectation.
“Are we going?” you ask quietly.
“Do you want to go?” he says, cocking an eyebrow in your direction.
“I mean….. It’s your mother. We kinda have to.” he pulls you in closer letting out a low hmmm.
“Yes. but, I don’t visit her often for a reason.” he says quietly. The heft of his arm and the sheets around you calling you to relaxation.
“And what’s that reas-”
“She’s crazy.” he says bluntly. You laugh,immediately knowing he’s joking . It was very out of character for him to call anyone out of their name. Much less his own mother. You look up at him to notice he isn’t laughing, not even smiling.
“O Henry, come on! She is not crazy, I’m sure she just misses you. That’s why she calls so often.”
He caresses your face “My mother is a tiny, blonde psychopath. I love her with all my heart but, everytime I bring a woman home she gets so attached I- it’s hard to explain.” he trails off.
“Guess I’ll just have to meet her then!” you squeal sleepily into his chest before drifting away in an ocean of plans.
You packed, you brushed your teeth, and were ready early in time for the flight. Henry slept most of the way but, you were too filled with questions of if she would like you, and what he of all people meant by calling his mother an attached psychopath. The hours ticked away and you looked worriedly from the clock on your phone to Henry.
“Maybe she just forgot we were coming today?Should we call?” you ask
“Nooooo. No. She has forgotten nothing. This is what she does. Constantly trying to keep me on my toes, I guarantee you she’s up to something.”
You snort through your nose “Henry I guarantee your mother is not that malicious.”
“Have you met her yet?” he jokes flatly. Just then the car pulls up a decently clean but embarrassingly tiny red kia soul, flying like a bat out of hell.
You exhale, taking a step off of the curb and waiting for your moment of truth.
She jumps out of the car and runs to her son, jumping into his arms. He smiles for a minute holding her and you see the light of a little boy flicker in him for a moment. He pulls back at the sound of the trunk popping open and begins to load the bags into the back for the weekend.
“Mrs. Marianne I am just so excited to finally get to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you and I’m really excited to-” She cuts you off turning back to her son.
“And Hen you remember Ellen.”
That’s when you see her, a leggy blonde with a perfect smile stepping out of the car that just makes your heart drop. Ellen fucking Whitaker. Ofcourse, champion show jumping horse rider from a family of professional horse trainers and not to mention gorgeous but, most importantly Henry’s ex- fiance.
“Cool, cool ,cool ,cool” you can hear yourself muttering under your breath trying not to explode.
“Mum this is y/n! She was very excited to be invited.” he confirms, giving you some comfort that he’s on your side.
“Mmm. Well that’s darling.” she spins on her heels heading back towards the driver’s side of the car.
You follow Henry as you both hug Ellen and exchange your greetings. She seems to think his mother bringing her here is just as ridiculous as you do and while you still despise her presence that knowledge makes it vaguely reassuring that she hasn’t come to fight for his love.
“Henry, dear sit up here with me I want to hear all about LA.” he rolls his eyes, making his way to the passenger side while you and Ellen assemble yourselves in the back of the tiny car with the luggage. You flip your phone over in your lap and notice a text from Henry. “I love you.Don’t stress out. She’s just like this.” you text him back a heart emoji but, it’d be a lie to pretend your heart wasn’t still caught in your throat. Not only did his mother refuse to acknowledge you. But, she brought some random ass woman that she obviously plans for Henry to be with instead. Actually , no.Not random, which is even worse! Am I spirialing ? I feel like I’m spiraling. You had completely zoned out of the sweet family reunion happening infront of you an attempted to string some words together in your head that would help you explain how you feel to him when you finally got alone time. You entered the driveway of the estate and his mother handed the keys to the valet , excusing herself and calling Ellen to follow her inside. Being excluded from the girl’s powwow didn’t bother you as much since if gave you a chance to speak to Henry. The Butler offered to help but, he insisted on doing it himself, calling him by name. And you were momentarily reminded of the things you did love about Henry. You followed behind him as he carried things to the room. You tried to make small talk with him as you unzipped your suitcase and began pulling out your necessities for your facewash routine.
“O ummmm-” Henry looked at you as if trying to hide back from saying something. More bad information you were sure.
“You actually have the room down the hall.”he says sheepishly.
“What do you mean?” your eyes widen despite your attempts to quell your emotion. He has to be crazy. There’s no other way to explain.
“My mom doesn’t want me to share a bed in her home unless its with the woman I’ve marrried.” he says , hands up in a defensive position.
You exhale slowly repacking your things. “Sure. Ofcourse. What wouldn’t she want that.”
You knew it sounded bitter but, you couldn’t help it.
“Hey -” he grabs your arm as you head towards the door, pulling you in and kissing you .His hand coming to your cheek, fingers resting on the back of your head, giving you the comfort he couldn’t offer with words.
“Plus” he whispers into your lips “It will be fun to sneak around like kids for a few days.”You roll your eyes at him as his hands make their way to your ass. He gropes you for a bit before you escape his grasp headed to your room or Marianne created dungeon. Actually the room was quite nice. The flowers on the wall paper felt like a bit much but, the room got great sun and wasn’t to far from the bathroom . You liked that the estate had an old-timey feel of walking down the hall to use the toilet. Plus, it allowed you more excuses to be where Henry is. You unpacked your room and then sat on the bed next to your empty suitcase before exhaling,and finding the strength to get dressed for dinner.
You stepped gently down the stairs ,trying to avoid the steps that creak when your hear the door close behind you. Looking up over the landing you see Henry at the top of the stairs.
“What are you doing?”he asks flatly.
You become aware of your hunched back and your body language from testing the step with your toe.
“I- I just don’t want to go.” you confessed.
He rushes in your direction, “Sweetheart you don’t have to.”
“No I mean I want to I just ….I was so excited to meet your mother and she just-”
“Listen” he leans against the wall scratching the side of his face. “I was trying to protect you. I should have tried to explain her more but it’s- she’s just so embarrassing. If you want, we can cut it short and go home tomorrow.” he seems genuinely saddened that his mom had been so rude. You hadn’t even had the chance to tackle Ellen’s presence before you hear a fumbling downstairs and his mother calling for him. He looks at you silently giving you time to decide.
“I still want to try and win her over.” you whisper back to him. He laughs a little at your determination and offers you his arm. You walk to dinner together and his presence gives you comfort.
At dinner your seats are assigned. Shockingly your seat is not next to Henry’s but one of their family friend’s who was also visiting. You thought it a smart call on Marriane’s part. Had it just been the four of you for dinner the meal was sure to mostly be had in silence. You sat across from Henry and although he and Ellen had a few hushed moments this test actually caused you to feel more confident in your relationship. His mom was being a bitch but, when she did he’d nudge your foot under the table. This nudge eventually turned into a quiet game of footsies but, as adults your were grateful for the reminder that no matter how it seemed he was always prioritizing you. By the time dessert came you decided you wanted to try pushing the boundaries. His mother hadn’t said anything rude to you, she simply had not spoken to you at all. And if she had already decided she hated you then there wasn’t much left for you to do but, enjoy the sculpture of a man that she had created. You slipped your foot from your shoe and let your footsies progress to you rubbing him through his pants with your foot. His eyes shoot to you across the table,but he doesn’t give you away. You can feel him growing harder under your toes as he melts into his chair. His face looks so small and innocent, looking at you, trying so hard to be in control, to be good. His mother hurls a few rude words but, you are to turned on by the view across from you to care. Once dismissed from the table, the tempered dash to the bedroom is quick. His hand presses into your back as he practically pushes you up the stairs. His room was the closest to the stairs , as you walked past he grabs your arm , pulling you in.
“Heeeeey hey hey.” you whisper to him as he slips his hand up your dress. “I think your mother will notice if I’m not in my room.” he groans into you. “Shhhh. I’ll come back later” you pull back winking at him. He slowly removes his hand and you turn, switching out of the room.
You promptly switch into your best lingerie and robe while counting the minutes, listening as the sounds of the house grow softer and softer. When the coast seems clear, you softly make your way to Henry’s room. You push the door open slowly trying to mitigate the creak as much as possible.You can see his figure sitting up in the dark. You drop your robe to the ground as he closes his book. “ I thought you’d never come!” he exhales. He places his book on the nightstand and you jump into bed, straddling him. His hands reach around to cup your ass and your grab him by the wrists.
“Don’t touch.” you warn. He cocks his head to the side as if to question the change from your usual power exchange.
“Only with your tongue.” you smile, leaning in to kiss him. He smiles coyly and you move yourself up the headboard of the bed. You grab onto it as he pulls your panties to the side. He hums into you and you are doing your best to keep quiet as you grip down onto the headboard beneath. You reach your other hand down cradling the back of his head while his tongue explores further into you. Biting your bottom lip in an attempt to keep from crying out ,you pull his hair and his hand smack your ass in response.
“Fuck” you exhale into the darkness and just then you hear the door creak open.
“Oh no!” you turn around to see Ellen, and no sooner than you lock eyes, you grab the duvet pulling it over both of your bodies.Henry is confused and ends up being mostly exposed during the shuffle.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Ummm your mom told me to- I’m sorry I-” She turned , rushing out of the room; a flurry of nerves and embarrassment. The door slammed behind her and you both looked at eachother, momentarily embarrassed too. But, then you both broke into laugher. This entire trip had been absurd, this is almost just on brand. You lift your leg in an attempt to end your straddling of him , when he stops you with a hand to your lower back. Smiling while looking up at you he says
“I wasn’t finished yet.” and you melt back into him.
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Donor (Series Masterlist)
Status: Complete!
Pairings: Bestie Henry Cavill x OFC
Summary: You ask (beg) your best friend, Henry to donate--sperm.
A/N: Individual warnings will be written for each chapter.
Read this on AO3 | Check out my Masterlist
Part 1
Part 1.5: Not Dad Enough
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Drabbles:
They finally tell Hank's family
Feather Toy Fights - A glimpse of how Kal and the cats getting along
IG Official - You and Hank make your relationship IG official
Dirty Dancing - You found Hank's dancer doppleganger
Superman - Your kids find out that their father played Superman.
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ᴀ ʙᴏxɪɴɢ ʟᴇꜱꜱᴏɴ.
Henry stood in a corner of the gym, his 13-year-old son, Ajax, by his side. The air was filled with the rhythmic thud of gloves hitting the punching bag. Ajax watched in awe as his father demonstrated the art of boxing, his movements precise and powerful.
On the sidelines, Y/N, pregnant with their second child, watched with a mix of excitement and concern. Her mama bear instincts kicked in, as she observed every move, ready to step in if necessary.
Henry, sensing Y/N's protective gaze, turned to her with a reassuring smile.
"Don't worry, love," he said, his voice filled with confidence. "We'll take it slow and make sure Ajax stays safe."
Y/N nodded, her eyes never leaving their son. She trusted Henry's expertise and knew he would prioritize their son's well-being.
Henry started with the basics, demonstrating the proper stance and footwork. Ajax listened attentively, mimicking his father's movements as best he could.
Y/N's heart swelled with pride as she watched Ajax's determination. She knew he had inherited Henry's passion for fitness and wanted to encourage his growth while keeping him safe.
As the lesson progressed, Henry guided Ajax through various boxing techniques, emphasizing the importance of control and discipline. Ajax absorbed his father's teachings like a sponge, eager to learn and improve.
Y/N, unable to contain her protective instincts any longer, stepped closer to the action. She watched every move, ready to intervene if Ajax showed any signs of distress.
Henry noticed Y/N's heightened concern and approached her, his voice calm and reassuring.
"Y/N, I've got this," he said, his eyes filled with reassurance. "Ajax is doing great, and I'm keeping a close eye on him."
Y/N took a deep breath, reminding herself to trust in Henry's expertise. She relaxed slightly, her focus shifting from worry to pride in their son's progress.
Ajax, fueled by his father's guidance and his own determination, grew more confident with each punch. His movements became sharper, his control more refined.
As the training session neared its end, Ajax's energy started to wane. Henry recognized the signs of fatigue and called for a break.
Y/N rushed to Ajax's side, offering him water and a reassuring smile.
"You're doing amazing, Ajax," she said, her voice brimming with pride. "Just remember to listen to your body and take breaks when you need them."
Ajax nodded, grateful for his mother's support. He took a moment to catch his breath, the sense of accomplishment evident on his face.
Henry approached them, a mix of pride and love shining in his eyes.
"You're becoming quite the boxer, Ajax," Henry said, his voice filled with admiration. "I'm proud of you."
Ajax beamed, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. He looked up at his father, a newfound confidence radiating from within.
"Thanks, Dad," Ajax replied, his voice filled with excitement. "I'm gonna keep training and get even better!"
Y/N wrapped her arms around Ajax, her own excitement mingling with her protective instincts.
"We'll be right here, supporting you every step of the way," she said, her voice filled with love.
Together, as a family, they celebrated Ajax's progress and the bond they shared.
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Kal’s sixth sense
A/N: Hello everyone! I have an extreme need to write like very short Henry drabbles about things like, how he talks abt you in interviews, those vogue 100 questions, getting ready for his premieres, how he would react to you (an influancer) doing those tiktok trends and other. Would you guys be interested??? Also this is inspired by a tiktok I saw of how the poster’s dog realised they were pregnant much sooner than they did.
Pairing: Husband!Henry Cavill x Pregnant!Wife!Reader
Warnings: None, it’s just cute fluff
Summary: Henry notices that Kal has been acting weird lately. Following you around everywhere. When those two pink lines shows up on the pregnancy test, things makes sense.
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Henry’s brow raises as he watches you walking into the bathroom. Usually he stays in bed with Henry, cuddling. Now, however, he plops down in front of the closed door. How strange? “Kal,” he calls to his pup. The dog, lifts his head, looking at Henry, the door, then back at Henry. Usually he would come running, but he just lays his head back down.
He’s reading a book, on the couch. Though something is off. The familiar heat of Kal’s body by his legs is nowhere to be found. He looks around, he not somewhere else in the living room. Henry sits up, looking into the kitchen. He sees you, deeply focused on cooking. Yet, there Kal sits, right by your feet. Again Henry calls for his pup and he does the same as before.
Now Henry is noticing it a lot more. Kal seems upset leaving the house if you’re not with. When doing interviews he’d sit on your side. When if public he’s become visibly anxious if anyone came too close to you for his liking. Not to mention, you’ve been sick.
Throwing up every morning and a complete loss of appetite. He’s seen movies and read articles of dogs sensing diseases like cancer before the doctors do. Oh God, he hopes and prays to who ever is listening that it’s not cancer. Now, he’s spiraling.
Kal notices, climbing into his lap as the two boys are sitting in front of the bathroom door. “Are you okay?” He calls out, knocking slightly on the door. You’d run in the bathroom, throwing up, though those noises have stopped long ago and he’s getting worried.
Luckily, his worries soon end as the door flies open. Looking down, you see Henry looks disheveled. His curls stand in all directions from his bed-head. His eyes tired but still frantic. Though, you’re sure you don’t look much better. Henry’s brows furrow.
You seem to have been and are crying. With a little pink stick in your hand. “What’s wrong, my dear?” he asks, immediately shooting up to hold you. Looking down at whatever you’re holding. Though, his believes his eyes are deceiving him. That can’t possible be what he thinks it is and it can’t possibly say what he thinks it does.
You shake your head no, “Nothing is wrong,” you smile up. Your big eyes glimmering with tears. Yet, as you smile, Henry can see they’re tears of joy. “Are you...?” He’s scared to say it. In-case this is a dream. As if speaking the word will curse it not to be real.
A sob escapes your lips as you nod. “Yes, yes, I’m pregnant!” His ears seam to ring with joy. He’s sure he yelled with excitement, picking you up and spinning you around, but he’ s also sure he blacked out from pure bliss. As the moment dies down, a realisation hits Henry.
He looks down at his Akita, “I guess you knew, huh, buddy?” He asks, petting him between the ears. Kal perks up, as if he is happy at the final realisation. “What do you mean?” You ask, furrowing your brows as you look between them.
“Haven’t you noticed?” He questions, as if its been the most obvious thing in the world. You shake your head, biting your lip. “He’s been following you around. Protecting you and this little muffin.” He explains, his big hand on your still flat belly.
Your cheeks flare with a whirl of emotion. Pride and amazemnt one of them. You bend down, Kal of course, already by your side. “You’re gonna be an amazing big brother,” you coo, filled with love from your, now, family of four.
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What They Didn't Know Was Missing
Summary: It's hard to come into terms of becoming a mother, but Sherlock reassures you that he'll remind you every day that you are worthy of being one to your child.
Warning: pregnancy symptoms, labor, mentions of abandonment, mentions of gun violence
It was around noon at 221 Baker Street. Sherlock was walking back home with a small packaged box in hand, holding it a bit tighter than he should.
He makes his way to his apartment, walking on the steps as he turned his key to the room. He looks around, not minding that his organized mess is gone and the smell of his pipe no longer lingered in the air.
Sherlock was territorial when it came to his home, but he made changes in his life when he met you.
You were the owner of a barkeep, feisty, and wasn't afraid of telling a man off when he didn't pay his tab. So when Sherlock came to the bar to ask about a suspect, you'd only answer his questions if he was a paying customer.
Either he was desperate to find answers or he just wanted to stay to talk to you for hours, the Holmes man paid a heavy load.
You both weren't afraid of courting each other in public, even if you two weren't of the same status. But, it was time to change some things. Your pub that you've built from the ground up turned into a legit business and Sherlock turned from his lone wolf days and finally proposed to you.
"I never knew I was alone until I met you, and I don't want that feeling again."
Your ceremony was small, Enola and his mother shed a few tears and you couldn't believe that his eldest brother, Mycroft, came (he never liked you due to your independent spirit, but he started to tolerate you more. Call it a win). Being married for about half a year has been a dream. But like a dream, one has to wake up.
Once Sherlock takes off his outdoor attire, he searches for you and lands his eyes on a figure on his couch.
"Hi." he whispered softly as he kneels to your level as you laid on the couch.
You turn around to face him and give him a tired smile.
"Same symptoms as yesterday?" He asks, unpacking the small box in his hand.
"Yes. When you left this morning, I awoke abruptly and felt sick." You said as your stomach churned.
"Here, chew this." Sherlock said, taking out an herb that was small as a chestnut.
You leaned your head further as he fed you the piece. You slightly grimace at the taste.
"It taste like grass." You said.
"I didn't know that you eat grass." He said, smirking. You lightly smack his chest as you lie on your side.
"It's already fighting off the nausea. How did you know it will work?" You ask.
Sherlock sat on the ground while he combed your hair with his fingers to help you relax.
"I remember my mother used it when she was pregnant with Enola."
You pause at his words, feeling your face pale.
Pregnant... the word scared you.
You got up from your lying position as Sherlock dotingly helps you too. He sits beside you as you laid your head on his shoulder. You've been feeling some sort of way since a doctor diagnosed you alongside your husband's deduction. Secretly, Sherlock was thrilled that he would become a father, he never thought he'd had a chance of having a family of his own.
He looks down at you, his eyes gazing at how you've been losing sleep and appearing almost crestfallen. He knows why you’ve been feeling like this, but he wants to hear it from you first.
“Please, love. I just want to know how I can help you.” He murmurs.
You begin to sniffle as you try to avoid his gaze.
“You can’t, Sherlock..” you said as you were about to get up.
He softly grabs your wrist and guides you to his lap, holding you still so you won’t leave him.
“You won't abandon them.” Sherlock’s voice rose.
“How can you be sure?” You ask, feeling the hot tears roll your cheeks.
You were given up as a baby, growing in an orphanage. When you were old enough, you ran away and decided to work at a pub when they needed a maid. The owner loved you as their own daughter, so they wrote you in their will to become the next barkeep. But even after your entire journey and becoming a business owner, you felt so incomplete of why your parents gave you up.
“Because you are full of love. You’re able to teach our child how to love, you’ve taught me how to love. There is not one ounce in my body that tells me that you will leave them. And I'm usually right all the time."
You chuckle loudly as you wiped away your tears. Not a lot of people saw this soft side of your husband, and you slightly feel selfish that you want to keep this side of him all to yourself.
You lean into his chest as he holds you closer to him, his hand suddenly resting on your now-showing bump.
"I promise you, I'll be there every second. Even for the birth."
You look at him worried, as it wasn't common practice for the father to be present for the birth. You haven't recovered from the stories from your friends who are midwives.
"Sherlock, I don't think that -"
"My love, I will never let you doubt yourself for one moment. I'm going to be there in your time of need. We'll be alright, trust me." He says, kissing the side of your temple. Sherlock wasn't any conventional man, so you knew his words were true.
You smile up at him as you cuddled closer to one another as you stare down at your abdomen, anticipating the life you're growing.
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"Where is he!?" You screamed as you feel a contraction take control of your body.
"Sherlock's been working on a case since noon." Enola said, trying to support you in your distress.
"Typical, that man." You gritted as you sat on the edge of your bed, feeling the contraction go away.
After Sherlock went out during the day, Enola decided to pop in and say hello. She was going on and on about that Tewkesbury boy and suddenly you felt your water broke. Enola was shocked as well as you were and decided to call for her mother as she had no idea how to deliver a baby.
As on cue, your mother in law comes with hot boiling water and a towel on her shoulder, smiling at you.
"How are we doing dear?" She asks, putting the pail down.
"Like my body is splitting in half." You heaved out, gripping the sheets in your hand.
"It means it's almost time. Let me have a look at your dilation." Eudoria said, kneeling down.
You begin to cry, fearing that your husband was going to miss the birth of your baby.
A hostile knock echos the apartment alongside your moans, and Eudoria orders Enola to send off the person interrupting.
"I'm afraid you have to push, my dear." She said, seeing that you've dilated.
You shake your head, crying.
"I can't do it. Not without Sherlock."
"It will all be alright, we need to get this baby out so you can finally see them. Enola! Come quick, I need you to support your sister!"
Enola comes barging in, looking a bit pale at you.
"Please, don't freak out." She begs you.
You're about to ask what's wrong until Mycroft comes in, trying his best to hold your husband up as he was badly wounded.
"I'm sorry, he saw a sniper a few feet from us. Sherlock tried to push me away, but the bullet..."
You begin to sob, seeing your husband like this.
"Take him to the couch and treat his wound, you're upsetting her." Eudoria commanded, not wanting you to be in hysteria.
"No, I'm fine. I'm not- leaving my wife." Sherlock grunted, knowing the bullet went through some flesh and his pain was manageable.
His mother and brother shared an uneasy look, but after you cry again, Mycroft guided his younger brother to you.
Sherlock held your hand as you squeezed it tight, gritting your teeth as the contractions were doubling.
"You're here." You teared up.
"You know I wouldn't have missed this." Sherlock said, kissing your palm as he crawled behind you so you can rest behind his chest.
"Alright, are you two ready to have your baby here?" Eudoria asks. You look up to Sherlock who smiles at you as you shook your head, anticipating the greatest pain you faced to meet.
The birth was excruciating, and there were moments when you wanted to give up. But Sherlock kept whispering in your ear, urging you to keep pushing. Soon, you welcomed a healthy baby who was crying as loud as a symphony.
Now you were in bed, resting with your baby in your arms as Sherlock returned after saying goodbye to his mother, brother, and sister.
He stands there by the door frame looking at you, smiling at such a heavenly scene.
"How are you feeling?" Sherlock asks, knowing you're beyond tired.
"I feel so at peace, I can't take my eyes off of them." you whispered as they were sound asleep. Sherlock slowly makes his way to you and slips within the sheets.
"I was so unsure of what type of mother I'll be... but seeing them now, I never want to let them go." You said.
You turn to see your husband crying a bit, knowing since the day you found out you were pregnant that you'd be an amazing mother.
"I never doubted for one second."
Your foreheads connected as you breathed in his scent.
"I thought I almost lost you." you said in a low tone.
Sherlock sighs, knowing that any case he'd take would permanently take him away from both of you.
"You'll never lose me, I'll promise both of you that." he whispers.
You both lean in for a kiss and stare down at your baby once more. Two lonely souls found each other and they found what they didn't know was missing: love.
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Daddy Cavill 🥹
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I Told You
You and Henry have been married for 6 years and you have a three-year-old son named Coen. He's the sweetest boy in the world. He has your dimples and his father's blue eyes and dark, curly locks.
One afternoon, you weren't feeling well. You had a headache, your back hurt, you were bloated and your breasts were incredibly tender. You knew your period was soon and that this was only a preview of what was coming.
You were laying down on your bed watching television when Henry comes in and squats down beside your face. He pets your hair lightly. "You don't feel good do you?"
"I'm okay," you smile weakly.
"Can I get you anything?" He asks stroking stray pieces of your hair.
You shake your head. "No, thank you,"
Henry watches you for a second intently before standing and running a hand down your side to your hip and kissing your head.
He leaves for a moment and returns with Coen. Coen runs up to you and climbs on the bed. He holds his stuffed dinosaur out to you to grab. Then he snuggles up close to your chest.
"Sorry, you don't feel very good Mama." He says looking up to meet your eye.
You look down at him and then up to Henry who is standing in the doorway. He's got a grin on his face.
You kiss Coen's forehead. "You know what baby? I feel so much better now that you're here."
Coen smiles in response and buries his face in your chest. Henry comes over to you two. He whispers in your ear. "Makes you want to have another one doesn't it?"
You hum in response and kiss your husband. He smiles and kisses Coen's head before you fall asleep.
Several hours later, you'd woken up feeling much better and finished the rest of your day energetically.
Now you were in bed with Henry. You laid on your stomach propped up by your elbows as you read a book. Henry is facing you on his side with his head elevated by his propped up elbow.
You notice him staring at you.
"What?" you ask.
"Nothing," He tucks a stray piece of your head behind your ear. "I'm just looking."
You blush and return to your book.
A few minutes pass and Henry breaks the silence. "Coen was really sweet today."
"He was," you agree looking up from your book briefly. "He's just like his daddy."
"I think he needs a sibling," Henry blurts out.
"Oh yeah?" You turn your head to focus completely on Henry.
He nods. "I think he needs a few of them."
"Really?" You bite your lip showing off your dimples.
Henry nods again.
"How many?" you question.
"Oh I don't know," Henry draws circles on your bare shoulder with his finger "three or so"
"Three!?" You ask surprised "where do you think Coen is gonna get all of these siblings?"
Henry kisses your shoulder "from his beautiful mother,"
You laugh at him "You're funny." Returning your attention to your book.
He chuckles on your skin. He starts kissing a trail up to your ear. "I want to have another baby with you," he buries his face in your neck. "Do you want to have another baby with me?"
You slowly meet his eyes. "Yes." You say softly
"Yeah?" He asks leaning back so he can see your face.
"Mhmm." You nod biting your lip.
He kisses you softly a few times and tries to slip a tongue in your mouth. You lightly push him away by his chest. "Not right now though. I'm reading a book. I still don't know who the murderer is."
Henry laughs at you in amazement and flops on his back. "You're gonna be the death of me darling."
The next morning, you wake up to an empty bed. You take a shower and follow the smell of bacon to the kitchen in nothing but your silk robe.
Henry is slaving over the stove shirtless cooking breakfast for you and Coen who is sitting at the table lazily playing with his stuffed dinosaur.
"Good morning sunshine," you kiss Coen's head.
"Hi, Mama. Do you feel better?" He asks looking at you through his big blue eyes.
"I sure do." You smile at him. "Did you sleep good?"
Coen nods and returns his attention to his dinosaur.
You walk over to Henry and wrap your arms around his waist from behind. You kiss his strong back.
Henry turns and kisses you on the cheek "Morning Darling,"
You blush and sit up on the counter. You grab a strawberry from the fresh fruit bowl beside you and bite into it. You smile at the sweetness.
"I had a dream about you last night," Henry says turning around to eat the rest of your strawberry.
"Oh yeah?"
"Mhmm,"
"What happened?" You ask eating another strawberry.
He rests a hand on your thigh and runs it up your leg to find you aren't wearing panties. "I had a dream you were pregnant again,"
"Interesting," you wrap your arms around his neck and spread your legs for him to stand in between.
"Yeah," he agrees and kisses you. The sweet taste of strawberries shared between your lips. "Are you pregnant?" He questions playfully.
You grin "No, not yet." You kiss him again.
"Are you sure?" He kisses your neck and moves your robe to the side to expose your medium-sized breast.
"Yes Henry," you say cupping his face to meet your gaze. "I think I would know,"
"Okay," Henry says sounding unconvinced. He grabs your breast and kneads it. "What do you say we put one in there then,"
You remove his hand from your sore breast. "Right here? In front of our son?"
Henry takes lips off your neck and removes his hand from up your robe. He looks behind you to Coen who had laid his head on the table. "I forgot about him." He hangs his head and smiles, teasing you.
You grin and push Henry off of you. You fix your robe and jump off the counter to scoop your resting toddler from the wooden table.
"Wake up baby" you rub Coen's back. "Let's get you some breakfast,"
Later that day, you'd just gotten back from the gym. You were hot and sweaty. Your hair was a mess and your clothes were sticking to you.
You found Henry playing in the garden with Coen and Kal.
"Look who it is!!" Henry announces when he notices his wife on the patio.
"Mama, look what I found," Coen exclaims as he runs over to you. "It's a daddy lion." He opens his hands you reveal a tiny yellow flower.
"A dandelion," Henry corrects.
You squat down to get a better look and hug Coen. "Wow! That's so cool! You must've been playing hard huh?"
Coen nods his head viciously between heavy breaths. "Yeah! And Daddy even let me throw the ball for Kal to go get!"
"He did?" You act surprised.
Coen nods again "Kal was running so fast. He was like," Coen starts running around the yard as fast as he can to demonstrate the dog.
"Wow, that's really fast huh?" You ask when he stops.
"Yeah. I'm not as fast as him." Coen says between heavy breaths. He rests his hands on your legs. "Hey mama?"
"Yes baby," you ask patiently
"I'm hungry,"
"Let's get you some food then," you stand up. "Why don't you go inside and wash your hands really quickly and I'll be there in a second."
Coen runs off to go wash up.
You walk over to Henry who was picking up some of Coen's toys. Kal runs over to you in the process and you bend over to pet him.
Henry just looks at you and smiles.
"What?" You ask feeling his eyes on you.
"You're glowing," he grins
"I'm glistening from the gym," you rationalize.
You stand up straight. Henry starts walking towards the door. "You're glowing from the pregnancy,"
"I'm not pregnant," you call out after him but he keeps walking
"Mhmm,"
This banter continues for days until you finally decide to take a pregnancy test to prove to Henry that you aren't pregnant.
You guys are sitting on the floor in the bathroom and you're sitting in his lap.
"I think you're pregnant" he says kissing you softly on the lips.
"I know I'm not," you kiss him back.
"You are" kiss.
"I'm not" kiss.
"Yes," kiss "You are," Kiss.
You grab the stick from the sink and read it. "I'm pregnant."
Henry's eyes widen. "Really?" He's got the biggest smile on his face.
"Yes," you show him the stick. "How did you know? Did the angel Gabriel tell you?"
He laughs. "No. I was just trying to annoy you. I didn't really think you were."
You laugh at him and smile down at the test. "I'm pregnant again."
Henry cups your face in his hands. He's grinning. "I told you"
"Shut up." You shake your head and kiss him.
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BEARS AND BABIES
pairing: Henry Cavill x y/n (gender is specified only in a few places)
Warnings: fluff, a breakdown of sorts
summary: as stated in the request.
A/n: so i received this request months ago. I only got to work on it now since I moved to another continent, basically, for uni. This was my first time moving away from my parents and adjusting to life in Germany, so it took me a while to get back on my feet. But I'm here now :)
Feedback, reblogs and comments are more than appreciated, it keeps ya writer motivated💛
Henry had been travelling quite bit for the last few months- venturing beyond his comfort zone, auditioning for roles he wouldn't normally do.
There were other projects, besides acting, he was working on that he was incredibly enthusiastic about. Which meant that Henry was spending time away from home quiet often recently.
While this was great for him, it did mean leaving his partner and child behind often.
That being difficult as it was, you then suggested that he take Kal with him so he atleast had someone while you had your daughter to keep you company.
Henry had insisted on leaving Kal with you and your daughter to protect you, but you insisted otherwise.
Emerson, your 2 year old daughter, was not very happy about this decision.
Henry had been gone for about a month and half. The first night spent without Henry and Kal, Emerson waddled around Kals bed and wailed. And when you picked her up to take her upto bed, she wailed louder and continued throughout the night.
With her eyes red and her nose dripping, she fell asleep sniffling, cuddled into your side while whispered that her father and Kal would be home soon.
You hoped she would feel better the next morning, but you could not have been more wrong. When she woke up the next morning- much before you that is, she began wiggling around on Henry's side, then she looked around the room and saw Kals bed near the dresser.
You woke up panicking, hearing your daughter wailing at the top of her lungs and immediately reaching to protect her before you realized she was trying to get off the bed.
So you groggily pushed the covers off of yourself and then proceeded to pick her up and walked towards where she had her eyes fixed.
You sighed when you realized she'd been crying over Kal this whole time.
You playfully gasped making her big watery blue eyes turn to you- her lips wobbling.
"You don't miss daddy? Just Kal?" You were pretty sure she didn't hear anything else you said besides Kal because at the mention of his name she began wailing once more.
Sighing, you cradled her and rocked back and forth hoping to calm her down.
Walking out of your room and into the kitchen, you quickly shifted Kals bed out of the kitchen with your foot when Emerson busied herself with sniffling in your neck.
"Let's have some breakfast, shall we?" Placing her on the counter, you moved towards the cabinets; intending to make pancakes.
The bowls and ingredients for your breakfast were set out on the countertop and you handed Emerson a wooden spoon to fascinate herself with; leaving you with some time to whip up the batter.
Your phone rung as the batter hit the pan making you curse at the timing of it all.
Your phone continued to ring while you made sure everything was fine with the pancake and quickly went over to where your phone buzzed.
"Look who it is!" you showed Emerson, your wide eyes emitting giggles from the little girl.
"Hi darling!" Henry's voice echoed through the phone and he smiled at the sight of the toddler's flour covered cheeks and giggles.
"would like to say hi to Kal-" before you could stop Henry, Emerson was already pouting with her eyes watering at the mention of the fluffy bear.
"Henry" you whined, setting the phone down and picking up your daughter; cradling her, explaining everything to Henry in a hushed voice.
"hang on" he raised his brows "she's crying for Kal but not for-"
"nope" you looked at him sympathetically.
Henry shook his head, smiling a little "well that's brilliant"
Cooing to her, you rocked side to side and looked back at the screen "Well no mention of the Akita till the two of you are back"
Nodding, you and Henry continued your conversation while the pancakes were devoured by the two of you, before eventually having to end the call when Henry was called back on set.
Distracting Emerson long enough to forget about Kal for a bit you placed her on the mat on the floor letting her fiddle with her big building blocks.
Smiling at the plastic block tower your daughter was creating you looked at your phone realizing it was already mid afternoon. So you left Emerson on the mat with her toys and decided to prepare lunch whilst cleaning up a little; peering into the living room every few minutes to make sure your daughter was alright.
The next morning you woke up to the doorbell ringing. At least it's not Emerson crying you thought. Sighing and glancing at your tiny toddler sleeping soundly on Henry's side of the bed- you pushed the covers off and hurried down the stairs, not wanting the person to ring the doorbell again; waking your daughter.
Upon hearing the click of the door as you opened it, you looked up to see a delivery person standing there.
You didn't order anything, maybe Henry had before leaving and it got here now? Confused; you asked him "Are you sure you have the right house?"
Re-checking he said "yup, says your address right here" he showed you.
Nodding, you took the package from him and signed the paper. Thanking him and closing the door, you carried the box over to the couch and put it down.
Getting a pair of scissors to open up the box, you hurried, knowing Emerson could wake at any moment and you were rather curious to get a look at the contents of the box and see what needed to be done further.
Neatly cutting through the transparent tape and opening the box, you saw something in protected in a plastic cover. So you pulled it out and cut open the packaging further.
Realizing it was a stuffed toy of some sort, it dawned on you, placing the toy down you grabbed the cardboard box it had come in and looked inside " ah! I knew it!" You muttered under your breath, picking up the folded paper from inside.
You recognized your husbands handwriting immediately, though you didn't need any further confirmation after seeing the stuffed toy identical to Kal.
Opening up the paper, your eyes observed the content.
"Darling, considering our daughter seems to miss the bear more than her own father, and seeing that she wasn't making it any easier for you with me being gone, I had a few friends work on getting a stuffed bear replicating Kal for the little one to keep her company while Kal isn't around. Please don't tell me off tonight on facetime :) Our daughter's unmissed father, Henry"
Chuckling at Henry's dramatic note, you placed it down and picked up the stuffed toy and headed upstairs to give it to your daughter.
You knew Henry wasn't actually hurt about Emerson only crying for Kal. Henry understood the bond the little girl had with the American Akita, that's not to say Emerson didn't miss her father, she did of course, but she took comfort in her mother being around. It was the same if you weren't around but Henry was, she would be alright as long as she had one of her parents there.
Pushing open the door of your room, you smiled kindly at the sight of your tiny two year old daughter curled up snug against Henry's pillow and the other pillows you had put around her to keep her from tumbling off the bed in her sleep.
The room was silent besides the sound of Emersons soft sighs.
Placing the stuffed bear next to Emerson, you decided to lay down for a while whilst waiting for your daughter to wake.
You fluttered your eyes open to the sound of excited squeals-knowing your daughter had spotted the plushie.
Before you could fully turn to look at her you felt the impact of her elbow on your chest as she fell right on you holding the soft toy version of Kal.
"oh hmpf-" You squinted looking down at your daughter. "KAL!" she screamed, her mouth right next to your ear.
Quickly moving into a sitting position, you gently moved your daughter and rubbed your ear before reaching for your phone.
Smiling and quickly typing Henry a message, you decided it was time to get out pf bed and get on with your day.
Picking up Emerson you put her in her playpen, making sure she was safe and secure and couldn't get out and hurt herself, you padded back to your room and got into the shower.
Your muscles relaxed as soon as the hot water slipped down your skin, and you let out an audible sigh, feeling refreshed. You made sure to be quick and 10 mins later turned the knob the other way and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around yourself.
Once you'd put your clothes on, you immediately headed to Emerson's room to check up on her and make sure she was alright.
She was, as you'd guessed, busy with her stuffie.
You were grateful that Henry had sent her the toy, you for one would've never thought of it, and secondly, it kept your daughter busy which gave you more than enough time to get things done around the house without having to constantly carry Emerson around.
Pushing the last box into the shelf, you pushed your hair out of your face walked to Emerson's room when you heard your phone ring.
"hii baby" you cooed at your daughter while picking up your phone to look at the caller ID "look who it is!"
"DADA!" Emerson giggled reaching for the phone in your hand when your husbands face appeared on the phone.
Pressing on the answer tab, you let your daughter grab the phone " Hi sweetheart!" you couldn't help laughing at Emerson holding the phone in a way that Henry's view was his daughters nostrils.
Gently you pried the phone from her hands "hi bear" you feigned annoyance.
"no wait, I thought you read the letter"
you kept up the façade "oh I read the letter"
"Yeah bu- Hang on you're taking the piss out of me aren't ya?" Henry shook his head, smiling.
Letting out a laugh you nodded.
"Considering she had the fluff Kal's ear in her mouth i assume she's fond of it?" Henry asked.
"fond of it would be an understatement" you glanced at Emerson sitting with the bear on her lap.
"Oh and Hen, did you get the chance to look at the email i sent you?"
"Email? Love you know you can text me right" your husband teased.
You rolled your eyes "I know"
"Hang on, I'll check it now." you watched Henry tap away on his laptop screen with the phone set beside the laptop.
You followed his eyes scanning the email you sent him last night, waiting for him to react.
His brows furrowed "hang on, there's a picture" your heart raced.
Few seconds of silence later, Henry looked at you through the screen, his eyes wide.
Henry's voice was heavy, trying to process everything "Y/n, You're pregnant? we're having twins?"
Nodding tearfully, you said "I didn't realize I could possibly be pregnant up until 2 weeks ago"
When you'd started to feel nauseous more often than normal, you suspected you could possibly be pregnant. Henry had been gone for a month and half, the night before he left those 7 weeks ago you probably wouldn't ever forget.
However you were confused why it took you more than a month to realize you could possibly be pregnant, only for your doctor to confirm how normal it was to realize that you were carrying only a month or more into the pregnancy.
"Holy shit" Henry let out a breath, "twins" Henry was overjoyed, he couldn't be more excited about the addition to their little family.
But it overwhelmed him that he couldn't be there with you in person. He immediately began stressing about the fact that you were home alone with Emerson whilst being pregnant with twins.
He knew if he voiced his concern to you, you would play it off pretending you were perfectly fine. But your deepening eyebags, and dulling smile hadn't gone unnoticed by him. He noticed the way you constantly lost your train of thought, you'd phase out mid conversation, more often than normal that is.
Henry noticed the way you avoided answering his questions of how you were doing by immediately telling him of something cute Emerson had done the day before.
Moreover he hated that he couldn't do much about it so far away from you.
Henry and you spoke for a little while longer, mostly it was both of you practically bubbling with happiness about the news.
Once Henry had finished speaking with you, he immediately began typing out a message to a different contact.
The sun was beginning to rise as the wheels of the plane touched the ground.
The American Akita wagged his tail as he climbed down the stairs of the plane into the cool humid London air.
On the drive home, Kal rested his head on Henry's lap, while Henry looked out the window everything passing by.
He hoped he'd be able to convince you, considering you told him you'd taken time off of work, perhaps, you would agree.
When he finally saw the house in view, he thanked and paid the driver before getting out and grabbing his stuff.
It was almost 6 am; doubting you'd be awake, he pulled out the keys and quietly unlocked the door.
"alright boy, you have to be really quiet" Henry pet Kal's head who then quietly pattered to the couch.
Henry was exhausted, deciding since there was still time for you to wake up, he'd take a nap in the guest room.
He moved to the room, shutting the door behind him, he let out a sigh of relief when his head hit the pillow. Before long he'd dozed off.
When he woke sometime later, he worried that he may have woken too late when he heard his daughter crying upstairs and you trying to calm her down, so he decided to help out a little.
You couldn't understand why your little one kept crying and wouldn't stop. She'd been crying for almost 15 full minutes and you were on the verge of tearing up yourself.
Your head felt heavy and your eyes burned, you put Emerson down, which made her wail louder but you still heard it.
"I think I can help"
Whipping around, you broke down. Maybe it was the exhaustion of the last few weeks, or maybe it was the overwhelm of the new changes, or it was just the hormones, you didn't know what it was, but you couldn't hold back the tears anymore.
Henry moved towards you, picked up Emerson who calmed down at the sight of her father, and hugged you tight. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you wept.
"crap I don't know how you're home so early but I don't care either" your voice muffled was through your sobs, but Henry heard you perfectly and chuckled.
"I'm gonna put you down for a minute sweetheart"
"wha-oh" you realized Henry was talking to your daughter.
Putting Emerson on the bed, Henry quickly called for Kal who came into the room wagging his tail, and paused to look at Henry and you when he neared the bed where Emerson was trying to get down to get to Kal.
"You can get on the bed this once bear" Henry nodded at the Akita who immediately occupied the 2 year old's attention.
Turning his complete focus on you , Henry hugged you again, wrapping one arm around your waist and the other he placed on the back of your head, holding you against him.
He knew you hated crying which meant that now that you had calmed down a little you would try to pull away from him. Henry decided that later on he'd trying to talk to you about everything, for now however, he'd try to take your mind off of everything.
"Darling?" he said, still holding you, now the two of you were swaying a little, while Emerson giggled with Kal behind you.
"hm"
"You think we can name on of the twins Geralt?"
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Daddy’s babies
pairing: Lumberjack!Henry x shy!mom!reader
summary: Daddy!Henry takes his babies to Disneyland and engages in some soft kissy sex with his baby bun (Dilf!Henry) (softdom!Henry)
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“P-please daddy, we want to g-go, don’t we lovebugs?” Y/n cooed sitting on the floor of their living, her baby girl Iris nursing soundly on her breast, the soft suckling sounds and baby gurgles filling the room. Henry sitting behind her, his fingers playing with the loose straps of her vest, peeking over at the sight of his baby princess so close to her momma, his baby boy Beau sat on his boppy across from them; clearly milk drunk from his feeding.
Y/n had spent the past few days begging and begging her husband for a trip to Disneyworld, wanting nothing more than to take hundreds of pictures of her tiny tots in their costumes, buying them all sorts of souvenirs and of course the family costumes. Henry would be lying if he said his attention was fully on her words right now, all he could think of was how huge her breasts had grown these past few months from breastfeeding. God almighty it took him an arm and a leg to keep from squeezing them like a stress ball, even being caught by Y/n herself.
“Sugar butt, they won’t even remember goin’ there, Beau over there doesn’t even remember who I am half the time” Henry chuckled looking to meet his wife’s eyes as she huffed and scooted out of his hold, shuffling over to her baby boy who was near enough asleep after being burped. “F-fine then, you don’t care about us” She whimpered giving him those big doe eyes of hers, even turning around her baby Iris, who she had now given a pacifier to. Her cute little mouth bopping up and down as she suckled on the Disney themed dummy, her big eyes she got from her momma staring right at her daddy. Henry swore his heart clenched right when he saw his baby princess looking at him.
“Y’all n’ your damn eyes, fine”
“H-hen look at the baby c-cots they’re old west themed!” Y/n giggled holding baby Iris to her hip whilst Henry carried Beau on his, sliding in the suitcases with his free arm. “Is it everythin’ ya wanted sugar cube?” He hummed finally locking the hotel room, his arm coming around her waist to bring his daughter and wife closer to his warm broad chest.
“W-we love it, it’s so cute and reminds me of our house” Y/n smiled tilting her head up to press a small wet kiss onto her man’s lips, both babies also reaching for each other cutely, they were absolutely inseparable so thankfully the cots were right by each other. Seeing both of their eyes start to lid, their small voices cooing tiredly, it only seemed right that they put their tots down for the night after a long day of driving and gas stops.
“C’mon over ‘ere momma, ya need your sleep n’ so does daddy” Henry whispered tugging on his wife’s belt loop, pulling her against his chest as they looked over their beautiful miracle gems. “Missed you today ya know” Inhaling her soft fresh scent deeply, he slowly waddled them both towards their huge king size saloon themed bed. “Y-you were with me the w-whole day though” Y/n laughed as Henry softly set her on the sheets, already tugging off her denim flares and black polo crop top. His smile widening as he saw all the new stretch marks she had gained, evidence she had carried their family, their baby gems; a proof of their love.
“Doesn’t fuckin’ matter, didn’t have your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock or anythin”
“A-and you still can’t, t-this is a family friendly zone” Y/n scolded shimmying herself up the bed only for her to be dragged down by Henry’s hand on her ankles, her puffy pussy coincidentally coming face to face with his eager lips. “We can worry about the family friendliness tomorrow, right now it’s me n’ my gorgeous wife. Think she misses my kissies no? As long as you’re quite n’ don’t wake up the monsters then it’s okay bun”
Slowly peppering small onto her second set of lips, his tongue coaxed through her folds to taste her sweet self; baby bun’s little gasps and stifled moans reverberating through their bodies. “M’already close H-hen, kissy t-too good” Y/n whined knowing how sensitive she was, both emotionally and physically after the journey of a pregnancy she had. “I know you are sweet pea, go on, give your man his treasure”
Within seconds her body was writhing in his hold, her hand over her mouth to make sure she wasn’t being too loud, Henry’s hands clamped around her waist as he slurped up all of her juices. “Y-your turn?” She breathed out sitting up on her elbows, “No baby bun, we can do that another time, time for you to get some sleep” He smiled crawling up on her to kiss her lips softly, with a twinge of tongue just to hear her hum in pleasure.
“You sure?”
“Hundred, now turn over n’ let me spoon my sugar cube”
Both of them now nude under the covers, Henry’s hands skimmed up over her sides and curves, moving up to cup her breasts strongly; hoping to teasingly coax some of her milk out but he knew she’d have been emptied out just from the twins on the road trip. “You did so good today momma, took care of our gems so well you know that? My precious baby bun such a good woman, my woman”
“I L-love you so much H-henry, you’re such a good daddy to t-the babies”
“I love you too Y/n, swear my life on it”
Throughout the night Henry slowly and gently humped his hardened cock against his sleepy wife, hearing her whine and groan until he finally released all over her bare ass, letting her shift back against him before finally drifting off for the rest of the night.
“a-aren’t you two just f-freaking adorable, m-my little chip a-and lumiere” With the two tots propped up on some pillows, in their chip and lumiere costumes from beauty and the beast, Y/n in her pretty yellow dress as Belle and Henry in a blue suit as the beast. The perfect fairytale family in Henry’s words.
“H-Henry get in beside them, now please” Picking up each 8 month old onto each knee, Henry smiled with his canine smile into the phone, both babies showing their gummy smiles in their tiny costumes like the absolute cuties they were. The perfect mix of Henry and his Y/n. “Ok now go put it on a timer n’ get in here sugar butt”
“mhm comin’” Setting up her phone against the table she ran over and perched herself behind Henry, her arms coming around his neck from behind, her red painted lips planted onto his cheek. “Should we get ‘em into the pram and get goin to fantasyland? Get you your well needed pictures n’ souvenirs” Nodding excitedly they strapped both twins into the two seater pram, their costumes thankfully suited to the hot summer weather, with Henry pushing the pram protectively as Y/n linked her arms with his.
“I-isn’t it just magical? Oh wait! We need to g-get them pictures w-with Mickey Hen” Redirecting the stroller to the queue for Mickey, the couple stood in line in each other’s arms, “you alright ma? You look absolutely gorgeous” Swaying their bodies side to side, Henry felt her giggle and laugh against him, twisting her head to the side to press a sweet kiss to his neck. “Y-you’re only sayin’ that cause i-im dressed like Belle”
“Nah no way, I prefer you naked than in a dress and ya know that baby bun” Chuckling they finally moved to the picture spot, with Iris in Y/n’s arms and Beau in Henry’s, each twin cooing happily with their sun hats on with the white sunscreen making their face look painted.
“Baby bun, I- I have a proposition, you can say no if you want but”
“b-but what?” Y/n asked tilting her bead to the side like a happy little puppy, taking off her costume after the long day, Iris and Beau already tucked into their sleep snuggies and in their respective wooden bassinets.
“This is out of the blue, but my uh my mother’s here, she’s seen somethin’ about us bein’ here and she wants to meet Iris and Beau. Well- actually take them off our hands for a few hours to give us some time”
“W-what like now? I-i’ve only met her a few times a-and that was before I was pregnant”
“I know that’s why I wanted to ask you first, we’re a team baby bun, you say no then thats fine, you tell me what you want sugar” Nuzzling his head against hers he felt her exhale before raising her head, that same soft kind look in her eyes.
“I grew up a-always loving my grandparents, I-i’d hate to rob I-Iris and Beau of that. Your m-mother’s lovely, I-I just wish we saw her more often so she k-knew them more” Y/n explained nodding her head with each word, showing that she completely trusted Henry’s mother, she knew how attentive she was with her other grandchildren and she didn’t doubt her for a second with Iris and Beau. Although this would also mean this would be the first time she would be away from her babies for more than an hour, already feeling the dreaded mother’s guilt.
With it already being 5PM and time for dinner a rhythmic knock sounded throughout the room, the newly awoken babies’ eyes curiously looking around the room, their hands wandering in the air frantically. “It’s her sugar, you ready for me to open the door?” Nodding Y/n stood up, wiping her sweaty palms onto her skirt, watching on as Henry’s mother gleefully walked into the room. A pair of purple mickey ears on her head as she instantly reached for Y/n, bringing her in for a hug and an affectionate kiss to the cheek.
“My beautiful daughter in law, you’ve only gotten more beautiful, how I wonder how my son met got you” Henry scoffed muttering a ‘thanks mom’ watching his mother then turn her attention to the two cuties surrounded by pillows on the bed, the both of them looking at her happily almost as if they could feel the love radiating off their grandmother.
“Oh my word, is this my little ittle Iris and Beau, my two precious grandbabies, they are the carbon copy of you Y/n, thank God nothin' like Henry. With that scowl always on his face" Marianne whispered tickling their little stomachs, quickly taking out the mini mickey ears she had gotten just for them, a pink and blue sequinned set.
“Aww t-thank you, t-though I’m thankful they g-got the cleft chin from H-henry” Y/n laughed seeing Henry pick up Beau and Iris, letting her have her fair share of snuggles of each baby Cavill, the newest additions so far to the family. “Ma are ya sure you’re able to handle these two little monsters, they can be quite a handful but we’ve already packed everythin’ ya need in this baby bag” Buckling them into their stroller, Henry tucked the baby bag into the underneath of the stroller, his mother excitedly clapping and exclaiming how excited she was to spend the next few dinner hours with her grandchildren.
“Henry boy, av’ raised 5 boys I think I can handle two more angels, especially if they’re like Y/n”
“Well most of the time they are, curious little things really, but deprive ‘em of the booby milk and it gets scary” Henry laughed as Y/n scolded him, hugging his mother one last time as she brought the babies to her hotel room, deciding the easiest option was to order in room service since all they had was simple baby foods and milk.
Meanwhile Y/n had a new feeling in her stomach, a feeling of guilt for simply letting her “newborn” babies go despite them edging the ninth month. Her goosebumps wouldn’t let down, her legs shaking as Henry shuffled around the room to prepare a hot warm bath for them both, a well deserved one at that. “Baby bun ya ready to come in n’ join me?” Henry called in from the tall ceiling bathroom, waiting eagerly to watch his nude wife in all her glory.
“a-am coming now” She called seeing her husband engulfed in a multitude of purple and pink bath bubbled, his hand outstretched to help her into the tub. His hand tightly wrapped around her wrist as she sat between his legs, the water sloshing once she sat back against his snug wide chest. “What’s goin up in that pretty mind o’ yours beautiful, you look busied”
“D-Do you think i-it’s bad that I let t-the babies go w-with your mom so easily? I f-feel guilty for being away from them for so l-long”
“what? Is that what you’ve been tinkerin’ about? You’re the best wife n’ mother on the goddamn planet, the way you pour your love and affection into everythin’ you do, no one could ask anything more from you. You’re absolutely perfect baby bun, my little sugar cube is the best” Henry whispered against her ear, his voice growling towards the end as his lips attached to her neck and shoulders, kissing it passionately while her head rolled back onto his shoulder. His strong burly arms wrapped around her midsection, one of his hands sneaking up to circle her nipples with his finger, eyes staring as he watched them harden.
“Y-you really think so?” Bun replied looking up at him, her doubting thoughts quickly dissolving once he pecked her nose adorably, each of her breasts in one of his hands. “I know so, now sit your pretty little self back n’ let daddy take care of everythin’ alright momma?”
Settling herself back comfortably basking in his radiating body heat, his hands reaching under the water to touch her sensitive clit, his soft hoarse voice hushing her anytime she let out anything louder than a squeal.
“This ok baby?”
“mhm f-feels so freakin’ good” Henry’s lips stayed pressed to her temple as his palm rubbed on her clit, his ring and middle finger already teasing her hole with soft pillowy thrusts, just enough for her hips to thrust themselves upwards clearly wanting more. “I can feel you gettin’ close bunbun, ya wanna finish here or in the bedroom, or both?”
“B-both?”
That was all the confirmation Henry needed for his fingers to thrust his fingers in frantically, her sensitive nub consistently making contact with his palm to bring her to finish, his other free hand that was holding her up was now holding her jaw to turn her head towards him. His lips pursing onto hers, to suck her tongue into his mouth, tasting her cherry lipstick. “God I love kissin these lips of yours, so beautiful n’ sexy”
Not even letting her reply as her orgasm washed over her, his finger repeatedly fucking her entrance while his other hand now reached down to rub her clit like a feral beast, her body shaking crazily as she rode out her high. “Aww my pretty sugar butt, you always get me so fuckin’ hard whenever you look at me like that”
His thumb brushed under her lips, her eyes looking dazed and happy as she happily nuzzled back up straight to sit closer to him.
“This okay? Or do you want it tied up as well?” Turning off the hairdryer, Henry continued to softly brush through bun’s hair as best as possible, trying to alleviate her head of worries about their babies (even though his mother just sent them a picture of them suckling on their pre-made bottles)
“I-I want it in-in a braid” Nodding Henry got the strands of hair ready, looking at her lovingly through the mirror, her eyes closed peacefully with her wearing nothing but one of his white vests. Taking his time to get the braid perfect he tied it off with a little tie and carried her up to the top of the bed, pulling back the covers to help her get settled in before he slid in beside her.
This would be their first night without the babies’ interruption.
“You wanna jus’ go to bed sugar? or-“
“No. I-I want this” Confidently she reached down and started stroking his hardened cock which was already laying against her thighs, biting her lip she shuffled forward to hook one arm around his neck as he took some of his precum and used it to lube up her pussy, small gasps leaving her at the erotic act. None of them speaking any words but the amount of love and passion in their eyes was obvious, her tits popping out from the sides of his vest as it was clearly ten sizes too big.
“Just gonna take it slow with you sweetpea, make love with ya until my pretty sugar falls asleep”
With her arms now wrapped around his torso, her head directly above his heart, Henry slipped in his cock into her warm wet pussy, both of them gasping out at the amazing sensation. “So soft n’ warm” He whispered kissing her pouty lips passionately, their tongues meeting in a wet kiss as both their hips rolled against each other. Henry’s hand lifted up her thigh to place it over his waist, his fingers tracing over the stretch marks now littering her thighs and lower stomach, even her breasts. Henry couldn’t even put into words just how much it made her look like an absolute Goddess that gave him his two precious miracles.
“D-don’t touch ‘em”
“Why not bun? They’re proof of the amazing journey you took for our family, and they look so fuckin’ sexy” Henry rebutted shutting her up with a sharp thrust which sent her mewling back into his chest, her palms flat on his back as his slow rhythmic thrusts helped her reach her orgasm quicker, each throw of his hips hitting another angle of her G-spot.
“S-sleepy Henry”
“You take all the rest you need baby, take what you need my pretty girl” He whispered pecking her lips thrice more, his hips still softly rolling against hers even after they had finished, the wet sloshy sounds of their juices filling the room as Y/n found herself falling asleep with her husband’s cock inside of her.
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PSA: Lumberjack!Henry is back!! Meet his lovely momma who raised this beast, although he definitely got his possessive attitude from his dad who we are yet to meet, and his brothers. Hope you guys enjoy this Disneyland snippet 🫶
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Since tomorrow is Henry Cavill’s birthday (and I totally knew 100%) and I don’t have work, let’s do some headcanons specifically him being the main subject as a way to celebrate him being alive for yet another year!
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Trying II
Pairing: Henry x OFC(you)
Warning: Smut,Rough, Elements of Cnc , Overstimulation,Toys
Summary: Henry is taking out his frustration on you for teasing him, post fight make-up sex?
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“I want you to look at me while I do it.” he gruffs. You’re distracted by the musculature in his arm as he moves his fingers deeper into you. You grab his arm, trying to hold him back .
“Noooo.No. You want this remember? You want me to fuck you on the couch like a whore. Huh?” He asks. You bite your lip trying not to let the sounds of pleasure escape. You dig your nails into his forearm, trying to distract yourself from allowing your mind to go crazy. “Don’t fukcing touch me!” He says grabbing your wrist and holding it down above your head. You’re acutely aware now of the sound coming from between your legs and that mixing with the string of moans from your mouth, makes you try to twist out of his grasp in embarrassment. He paws at your waist, momentarily releasing your wrists and you twist free. You roll off of the couch and onto the floor,crawling away from him, his t-shirt falling into your face.He grabs the hem of the shirt pulling you back to him.
“You wanna run away eh?”
You hear him moving behind you, and while you manage to kick your heels into his thigh he doesn’t seem to mind. You feel him take your hips in both of his hands. You twist again,and he grunts, pushing you down .
“Stop fucking moving!” he grabs your hair, pulling your face back to him. He holds you under your chin, pulling your face back to meet his.
“Baby stop moving okay? You don’t wanna fight me off,do you?” You grit your teeth not rewarding him with a response.
“You don’t want me now hm?”......... “you don’t want me to fuck your little pussy?”
You feel him humping your butt as he talks, pushing you down.
You squirm and he tightens his grip on you again.
“Shhhh shhh shhh.” he sushes you, brushing your hair back from your face. You hear him rustling with his pants behind you. “You want me to give you a baby right love?” you squeeze your thighs and despite not wanting to show it, you can hear the loud squish of your juices as you move. He does too and it causes a low growl to erupt from his throat. He slides himself up and down your folds humming to himself, as he spreads your liquid excitement around.
“Fuuuck you get so wet just thinking about me cumming inside you. Don’t you babe?” He moves his hand up from your chin and covers your mouth so, you can’t respond. Pulling his pants further down you moan into his hand before he pushes into you. You moan into his hand again, and when he takes it back you can hear yourself begging “ Please.”
“Please what baby? Say it louder” he pulls out and pulses back into you painstakingly slowly. You can feel yourself fighting to be quiet. He uses your hair as a handle, pulling your head back.
“I said be louder. I want to hear when you cum for me.”
“I’m not gonna cum from you acting like this .”
“Yea?” he smacks you on the ass “You don’t like being my little whore anymore?”
You whimper outu a “No.”
“Mmmm I think you do.” he grumbles, continuing to fuck into you unbearably slowly.
“Please just-” you beg
“Just what baby?”he teases you again.
“I- I”
“Use your fucking words.” he pulls out slowly but, pushes in with such force that he rams into you. You can tell that by his pacing he won’t be able to last in you much longer. You make it worse for him by finally allowing yourself to moan , you know how your sounds get to him. He grunts out this time grabbing both your hips and pounding into you mercilessly.Your noises get louder and louder and you can feel some of the wetness you have both made trickling down the back of your thigh.
“Fuck. You’re so fucking tight on my cock baby.” he cries out, wanting to push you more. Your only focus is the sound of his breath in your ears and the feeling between your legs.
“Jesus.Shut-up!” he yells,covering your mouth again.This time he pounds into you mercilessly, moaning loudly as he does so. He empties himself into grunting heartily. He strokes from the base of his cock into you, making sure you don’t lose a drop. He gets up, leaving you there. You lay on the floor thankful for the breather, momentarily trying to stretch out next to the coffee table. You roll yourself over, taking in the silence before you hear him stomp back towards you. He lays on top of you, grabbing you by the throat and kissing you intently. Your arms snake around his neck and while he remains in control you can feel his power waning. His grip tightens on your neck as you hear the familiar whir of the vibrator wand. And your hands go up to cover your face again.
“Oh my god! Hen -I can’t-” your protest
“Shhhhh. Shh.shhhh. You know” he begins, slowly dragging the wand down your body. “Statistically, you stand a better chance of getting pregnant if you cum too.” He leans down kissing you again, “So I think,for my daughter’s sake” he finally presses it to you “we better get to it hmmm?”
An hour later you find yourself completely exasperated, sweating in his arms.
“It wasn’t that terrible you know.” you say looking up at him. He sighs, rolling you over on the floor to look at him.
“From the second that kid comes into the world, I want her to know she is cherished and special and important. I don’t want her to ever hear me call you out of your name ya know?”
You sigh, meeting his gaze. “Baby, she is going to know that, no matter what. She’s going to see love in how we interact with each other everyday. And if she overhears us by accident once,we’ll sit her down and explain relationships to her like an adult, instead of being super weird about it.” you laugh
“I am not being super weird!” he protests poking you in the ribs.
“You are! You think she won’t have her own kinks when she grows up ?” He covers his ears with both of his hands, in the most childish act imaginable.
“Babe! Henry!” you call prying his arms from his head. You giggle as you roll on top of him. He moves his hands,holding your face in them instead.
“Make me a promise love?”
“What’s that?” you ask. Kissing him, completely distracted by his jawline and bright blue eyes.
“Promise me. No matter what, I never have to know what any of our kids' kinks are?”
“O! So I have to be traumatized alone!?!” He quiets you with a kiss again.
“Please,” he whispers.
“I’m gonna need you to co-parent a little better than that.” you laugh. He puts an arm behind his head, and you watch as the tiny hairs on his chest rise and fall with each breath. He rolls his eyes and exhales “I’m Trying.”
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Donor Part 4 (Final)
Part 1 | Part 1.5 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Pairings: Bestie Henry Cavill x OFC
A/N, Warnings: 18+, this is it... the last part of Donor. English is not my first language.
I’m AO3, too as MoonDjarin ^_^
“Oh…” A gasp escaped your lips, your hand instinctively covering your mouth as shock settled in. Tears welled up in your eyes as you stared at all three positive pregnancy tests resting on the bathroom counter. A silent rush of emotions flooded over you, causing your hands to tremble in disbelief as you picked one up. The cool, marbled counter became your anchor as your legs threatened to give way beneath you.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, you attempted to compose yourself. With the sleeves of your sweater, you wiped away the tears that had started to flow and went out the bathroom with one of the tests to look for Henry. Your heart is racing and your mind feels like it’s about to turn into mush, you should be happy about this, why are you so nervous?
The voices drifted from the kitchen as you reached the landing of the staircase. Passing through the living room, you moved under the archway that led to the dining area. And there stood Henry in an old and faded gray t-shirt and jeans, hands submerged in soapy water, gently tending to your 7-month-old daughter, Vivienne. The kitchen told a tale of joyful chaos—baby food scattered about, unfinished waffles sitting on the kitchen island, and blueberries on the floor.
“Mama!” A joyful squeal from your 4 year old daughter, Marianna, or Mari as you fondly call her, greeted you as she caught sight of you at the kitchen's entrance, her little sister, two year old Serena (Sisi), mimicking her with a wave.
“We cwean the house fow you!” Sisi's prideful proclamation filled the room, her adorable voice resonating with accomplishment. A soft smile adorned your lips as you warmly acknowledged your young helpers. Under your breath, you praised, “Great job, babies.”
Henry turned around with a beaming smile on his face, his laughter still echoing from moments earlier when your 7-month-old daughter had been gleefully causing a watery mess in the kitchen.
“Hey, darling, how are you feeling?” he asked, his smile tinged with a touch more concern. He gently scooped up the baby, wrapping her in a towel and patting her dry.
Your throat tightened, and your eyes brimmed with tears once more. As though Henry sensed the impending news, he shook his head in disbelief, a chuckle escaping him. "No, no way…" he muttered, his grin so expansive you thought his face might rip in half.
“Hank…” you began, your voice trembling. You trailed off, the weight of emotions overtaking you, and you broke into sobs.
“Oh no!” Mari exclaimed, getting up from the floor to hug your leg. “It’s okay, mama.” She said softly, rubbing a hand up and down your leg, and you managed to chuckle a little, running a hand through her dark curls to show your appreciation. Sisi, the ever clone of her older sister, did the same.
He moved closer, his voice soothing and warm. “Oh, no, no, no, darling. Don’t cry, just tell me,” he cooed, placing the baby in her high chair and wiping his hands on his trousers as he walked toward you and the girls, enveloping you in a comforting embrace.
“I’m so sorry,” you repeated between sobs, but he shushed you gently and the girls went back to picking up blueberries from the floor.
Henry knew.
Of course he does. He knows you so well, and you’ve been feeling sick and losing appetite the past few weeks, plus your period came in really light earlier in the month. You have been so sensitive to touch and have been feeling sluggish and sleepy.
But the icing on the cake happened the other night where you cried watching a wildlife commercial where a bird was swallowed by an alligator and Henry fought back so hard not to laugh but failed, miserably, exploding in a fit of laughter which got you even more riled up, throwing pillows at him. You both had been through this three times before, with the last one not being that long ago, he knew the signs so well by now.
He had playfully suggested you take a pregnancy test before seeing your doctor, those mischievous eyebrows of his wiggling with a teasing twinkle in his eyes. You had brushed it off, convinced it was too soon and impossible.
Yet, here you were, holding one of the three positive tests in your hand. His response was laughter, a joyful sound that blended with the soft kisses he planted on your tear-streaked face.
“I told you so!” he teased, his laughter mixing with your sobs.
Through your tears, you irritatingly asked him, “How do you find this so amusing? Vivi is only 7 months old. How are we ever going to manage?”
Henry's laughter lingered, accompanied by the cheerful chatter of his other daughters in the backdrop. In that moment, his heart felt as though it might burst from the sheer joy of the moment.
“It’s alright, darling, don’t cry,” he cooed, wiping the tears on your cheeks with his thumb.
“You’re not upset?” you were surprised by his unwavering calm in contrast to your own turbulent emotions. “Or scared?”
He chuckled, his affectionate response carrying the weight of his feelings. “First of all, I could never be upset about having more babies with you. And no, we've been through this before. You're giving me another child, for god's sake, nothing can make me happier than that.” He sealed his words with a lingering kiss pressed to your forehead.
Despite his reassurances, your fears lingered. “I’m so scared.” You admitted, “And I feel like we're not being fair to Vivi.” Your gaze drifted to your 7-month-old daughter, snugly wrapped in a soft, yellow chick towel. She sat there contentedly, fingers in her mouth, her wide blue eyes taking in the world. A cascade of curly brown hair framed her face from under the chick hoodie, still holding onto droplets of bathwater.
Henry's voice carried a reassuring tenderness. “It’s going to be alright, darling. I'm always here for you, you know that….”
You were well aware of that. For over two decades, Henry had consistently shown what an incredible best friend he could be — his generosity and love knew no bounds. However, all of that paled in comparison to the depth of his role as your husband and the father of your children.
Henry then leaned in and whispered so the kids won’t hear, “You know how much I love it when you’re pregnant, right?” You let out a brief chuckle as he nuzzled his nose against your earlobe and you buried your face in his chest, muffling your voice as you exclaimed, "Ugh, Haaaaank... how did we end up here?"
Your words were absorbed by his chest, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter once again. He gently pulled away and turned his attention to the little girls who were now devouring the blueberries they were meant to clean up from the floor.
"Guess what, my lovely princesses. You're going to have another baby sister!" Henry's excitement filled the room, while you responded with a groan. The girls cheered, their joyful leaps reflecting the news.
"How can you be so certain it'll be another girl?" You posed the question to him.
"Well, given the pattern we've got going, isn't it a safe bet at this point?" His smile conveyed his playful confidence and you only shook your head in disbelief.
Eight years have passed since you and Hank began clinically trying for a baby – as best friends. Seven years since you tied the knot, wasting no time to start your lives together just months after the events of Charlie's birthday. You spent your honeymoon in Amalfi, and bought a farmhouse outside of London, big enough for the big family you were planning.
But while your relationship and its changes flowed smoothly, your attempts to conceive were still not as easy. It took nearly two more years before Marianna was conceived naturally.
After over a year of trying, you and Henry considered going through another round of IUI, hoping that it would not lead you to the IVF path. But an accident during the final show of your tour sent you to the ER right after the last number. The standard blood work results brought an unexpected surprise – a positive pregnancy test – leaving you momentarily breathless.
Henry was overseas with Kal doing reshoots for a film he did the previous year and won’t be back for another month. You were itching to call him right then and there and tell him but you decided it’s best if you do it in person, and so you wait.
When he got back a month later, Kal immediately made a beeline for you, his tail wagged furiously as he bounded toward you, showering you with affectionate licks and nuzzles. You couldn't help but laugh, feeling his excitement to be home and to see you.
Henry smiled warmly as he entered the foyer of your home, watching the scene unfold. "Looks like someone really missed you," he remarked.
"Well, I missed him, too." You said in a special voice that you only use with the pets, cupping Kal's head in your hands.
Henry grinned widely, and asked, "And me? Did you miss me, too?" You snorted, standing up and you nodded your head in response.
You embraced him, your arms circling his neck as he drew you in for a soft, lingering kiss on your lips. Henry's voice held a hint of longing as he whispered, "I missed you so much." You echoed his sentiment.
You settled on the couch where almost immediately, your fat cats, Tuna and Luna, jumped on you in their ever so softly feline way and began settling on your lap where they softly purred in contentment.
Henry cocked an eyebrow and looked at you, “That’s new.” He remarked, knowing so well that the cats would rather lay down on burning coals than curl up with any humans. You only shook your head with a smile, gently stroking the cats who are now settling into a nap.
“I suppose when we go outside by the barn, the birds will perch on your shoulders and our chickens will begin to sing?” He joked and you let out a loud laugh.
“Shut up, you watch far too many Disney films. How was L.A.?” You asked him, trying your best to buy yourself time before breaking the news to him. You don’t know why you’re so nervous, and he picked up on it when he noticed you were chewing your bottom lip as he spoke.
“You're nervous." He stated, "What’s going on, Snow White?”
You giggled nervously, your heart skipped a beat at his words. There was no avoiding it now. You took a deep breath, meeting his gaze with a mixture of emotions.
"Hank," you began, your voice wavering slightly, "there's something I need to tell you."
“Please don’t tell me you’re going away…” His tone dripped with a hint of heartbreak, his brows furrowing at the thought of you leaving and doing long distance again. As you hesitated, he sank back into the couch, his hand pinching the bridge of his nose in a gesture of frustration. "I just got home, darling. I was hoping we could at least spend some time together aft–"
You cut him off right then, “Hank, I’m pregnant.”
His eyes shot open, his fingers still at the bridge of his nose, frozen as he processed the news. "What?" he murmured, his expression shifting from confusion to a slow, dawning smile as the news began to sink in. You repeated the words, and he shook his head in disbelief, a grin stretching across his face so widely that you half expected it to split in two.
“We’re having a baby!” He exclaimed pulling you in a tight embrace, peppering your face with small kisses and then he began sniffling.
Henry-Fucking-Superman-Cavill is crying at the news of your pregnancy.
He did the same at the first one, and again when you got pregnant with Sisi and Vivi.
And now, with baby number 4 on the way, he's just as emotional as ever.
The kids have settled in for their mid-day nap, and with the kitchen now tidy, you and Henry find yourselves sprawled out on the couch. You rest against his chest, his hand gently on your stomach, tracing soothing circles, his breath is hot and wet on your neck.
“I can’t believe we’re having another baby this soon,” You said, reaching back to run your fingers on his curls to soothe him.
“Sometimes, I don’t believe that we are living the life we have now.” he choked on his words. "I've always wanted this with you, and all those years, it seemed like a dream."
His confession, though all too familiar from the countless times he’s said it over the years, still tugged at your heartstrings, and you smiled in response.
"It's funny, because you were very reluctant to donate sperm in the first place. I literally had to beg you." you teased, a chuckle escaping your lips, followed by his own laughter.
"But I'm so glad you did, though... Look at what we have now, three beautiful princesses and another princess on the way," Henry chimed in, his laughter laced with pride.
"Stop saying it’s going to be another girl, you might be disappointed. Remember how you were convinced Vivi was a boy?" you playfully retorted.
"Disappointed?" He chuckled in disbelief. "Impossible. Doesn't matter if I'm wrong or right about this one," He splayed his hand on your stomach that's still soft from your last pregnancy and now housing another growing life. "You’re my children’s mother. That’s what matters the most." he kissed you on the temple as he gently pulled you in closer to him.
You hummed, “Thank you for agreeing to be a donor.” You laughed together.
Funny how things turned out after one silly decision that sprouted from an even sillier dream. If anyone had told you eight years ago that your life would unfold so beautifully, you'd have likely chuckled, maybe even taken a long sip from a pint of beer and wondered how it could possibly happen when all that ever happened to you up until that point is to find dead-ends in every relationship you’ve ever been in.
You had at least made bank from the sad songs you’ve written about those relationships over the years. Something that Henry would often joke about or even sing just to annoy you, and those times you often find yourself pondering on what could have been, even more.
If you hadn't mustered the courage to ask Henry to help you pursue your dream of becoming a mother, the path you tread might have taken a different turn. For all you know, you could be still touring at this moment, singing sad songs after sad songs, and not nestled in the arms of the love of your life, with your little dreams sleeping in their bedrooms upstairs in the house that you and Henry have made a home.
All of these twists and turns coalesced to lead you to this very moment.
And despite all that you both went through, you wouldn't change a thing. Even if it took nearly 20 years for the both of you to pave your way into the path that you're in now.
"I love you, Hank," you whispered.
"I love you more, darling." he whispered back, “Always.”
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Sweet cravings
The sweet aroma of freshly baked cookies filled the air as you stepped into the cozy kitchen, your baby bump prominent beneath your shirt. Henry Cavill, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, stood by the counter, a plate of delectable cookies in his hand. He looked up at you, mischief dancing in his eyes.
"Y/N, I've made a discovery," he announced, his voice tinged with excitement.
Curiosity piqued, you walked over to him, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "Oh, really? What have you discovered, Henry?"
Henry's grin widened as he reached for his phone, swiftly navigating to his Instagram profile. With a flourish, he unveiled a picture he had posted—an image of you, radiant and glowing, cradling your baby bump with an expression of pure joy on your face.
"There you are, my love," Henry declared, his voice filled with adoration. "The world needs to see this beauty and the little one we're eagerly awaiting."
Your heart swelled with warmth as you looked at the image. Henry's caption read, "Just a proud papa-to-be indulging in some delicious cookies while marveling at the wonder growing inside @Y/N. Life's sweetest cravings!"
Laughter spilled from your lips, a mix of surprise and delight. "Henry, you didn't have to do this!"
"But I wanted to," he replied, his eyes softening with affection. "You and our baby deserve to be celebrated, and what better way than with cookies?"
In that moment, you realized the profound love and joy Henry felt for you and your growing family. His playful gesture, shared with the world, was a testament to his excitement and unwavering support.
As the day progressed, the picture gained traction on social media, eliciting an outpouring of warm wishes and congratulations. Messages of love and well-wishes flooded in, creating a virtual community of support that embraced you during this special time.
In the midst of it all, you and Henry reveled in the simple pleasures—baking cookies together, savoring each bite, and cherishing the excitement that swirled around you. The picture became a cherished memory, encapsulating the love and anticipation that filled your hearts.
And as your due date drew nearer, you knew that the journey ahead would be filled with more joy, challenges, and precious moments. With Henry by your side, you felt confident, knowing that his playful nature and unwavering love would continue to bring light to your lives.
In the years to come, that Instagram post would serve as a reminder—a snapshot frozen in time—of the sweet cravings, laughter, and love that defined this chapter of your lives. Together, you would create a tapestry of cherished memories, with every cookie and every smile etched within your hearts forever.
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I can't remember if I made a Tag List for my upcoming Christmas one-shot (Title still sorta in the works) I'm just going to redo it! Apologies if I have. I don't have i saved in Dafts here or my Tag List blog.
So, if you would like to be tagged in my future Christmas fic, Comment or Reblog this with a Christmas-y Emoji! ❄️🎄🎅
Synopsis: You and Henry are decorating for Christmas, when your little Golden Egg decides to come early.
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