#henry cavill x single!mom!reader
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One Hot Mama
Pairing: Mechanic!Henry Cavill X Single!mom!Reader
summary: Henry becomes a daddy when a special woman enters his life, and his garage... and his home (DILF Henry) (Emotional!Henry)
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"F-fuck momma, you got anymore to give me? Can see your precious pussy gripping onto me like a vice" Henry groaned looking down at his fingers plummeting in and out of his secret lover's pussy, a new single mother that had just moved to town with her newborn, immediately falling into the town's mechanic's arms for protection against the judgy looks of others. "y-you're t-too -fuck- big b-bear, can feel you s-so deep" Her hands held onto his arm tightly, her eyes looking up at him desperately.
"Shh honey, don't wanna wake up our little babe do ya? Only got 'im to sleep" He growled biting her ear lightly, his wide palm rubbing onto her clit lightly, her shirt still damp from pumping only an hour beforehand; Henry's hands already pulling at her hardened nipples to try and coax some of the milk out for himself. "O-oh i'm c-cumming" She squealed, moaning into the wild man's arms as his lips pushed onto hers, swallowing each of her moans and whines as his fingers rubbed her button raw, her slick wetness covering his hands and part of her bed sheets.
"good job momma, did so well for me, take what you need, take care of our little angel so fuckin' well" He growled watching her body writhe against his chest, his arms wrapped around her shoulders as she tilted her head up for another kiss, his tongue licking all over her mouth before diving in deep and tasting her tongue. Letting her grind against his hand, their lips separating as her whines turned to soft breaths of relief and pleasure, his hands still toying with her tits as he massaged her body. His favourite part? The extra skin gathered at her stomach, showing off just how amazing she was for going through a pregnancy, never mind a pregnancy alone.
"By the way uh- Thanks for lookin' after Tommy tonight, I-I didn't know i'd get called for work so late' She whispered letting him trace each of her stretch marks, kisses placed all over she shoulder, eventually reaching her lips once again. There they stayed on her bed, kissing and just touching each other for another ten minutes, her body humping against his lightly, whimpering at the fact that she still didn't feel comfortable enough to have sex again. "I already told ya, he already calls me daddy, only thing ya needa do is let me into your heart pumpkin"
"Y-you're already in my heart Hen, you've got it in your hands" She whispered tracing her lips with her finger, his lips kissing the palm of her hand before nuzzling into her touch like a dog. Ever since she had moved to Pomsdale 6 months ago with her six month old, the first person who had notice of her and little Tommy, was Henry Cavill the town's leading mechanic. Pomsdale was a tiny town of a population of at least 2500, so almost instantly the married woman of the town had judged her for having a baby out of wedlock.
At first it started off as a favour, Henry babysitting baby Tommy while Y/n worked her ass off. Then it turned into Henry and Y/n fooling, her body falling for his within the first week, it only took a simple look and there they were dry humping on the newest car he was fixing up; so far there had been no labels on their relationship. That was until Henry had been over at her house daily, eating dinner, helping to feed Tommy and overall just relieving her feeling of being a single parent. Last month Tommy had just about said his first word 'dada' while reaching out for Henry who was building his computer in the living room, babysitting him while Y/n was out getting groceries.
"Then why won't ya let me put a pretty lil' rock on this finger momma? make us into one of 'ose happy families, have ya as my wife, our house filled with tiny tots wreckin' the place" He whispered kissing the space on her ring finger delicately, his boxer clad body shifting over just to be closer to his woman, he didn't care whether they had his last name or not, he just wanted his son and wife with him. "H-Henry us foolin' around has been fun don't get me wrong but-"
"Foolin' around? was that all this was to you? I- I thought you just said I had your heart n' you had mine, the hell are you talkin' about then" he said sitting up in her bed, watching her panic a bit and reach for his larger hands, "N-No of course not! But you need to understand this isn't just about me, it's about Tommy too, y-you can't just up and leave whenever ya get bored of me" Her thumb rubbed over his knuckles comfortingly, her eyes filling with tears as she looked at him, only to be interrupted by the sound of her baby boy crying
"I-i'll go get him, you stay here, please" He whispered gently letting go of her hands, grabbing his sweater from the chair and shrugging it on, giving her a tight lipped smile before heading down to the one year old's nursery. His breath deepening and shuddering with each step, it's okay he would give her some time to think and then they'd talk; that's how they always worked things out during their fast paced relationship.
"hey, hey little man, what's got ya all worked up? Thought your momma's milk woulda had you knocked out cold for sure" He cooed fixing his sleep snuggy, the blue fabric looked like he was wearing a tiny dress, causing Henry's heart to grow a little bit bigger (if that was even possible) Tommy's tiny hands fisted the cotton sweater almost as if it was trying to rip off the fabric, Henry's deep voice chuckling at his boy's tiny coos and whimpers, setting him back into his bassinet before taking off his sweater.
Little Tommy now calming down against his dada's chest, his smaller fingers twisting in Henry's chest hair, Henry's lips pressing kisses onto his head and inhaling the soft baby scent. "Ya like me don't ya, one day you n' your momma are gonna be mine, officially but ya know you already are. Gonna teach ya how to play ball, ride a bike and maybe even give ya some tips for kindergarten. I know your ma is jus' worried about you, but I promise ya, if anythin' were to happen to you or your momma i'd never forgive myself" After his own monologue Henry padded softly around the room, sitting down onto the rockin' chair in the corner, letting Tommy slowly drift off on his chest.
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Henry's eyes twinkled open, his back aching, the panic setting in when he realised his chest didn't have Tommy's weight on it anymore. Calming down when he saw the love of his life kissing the tip of his son's nose, setting their baby boy to bed, her body covered in a white silk robe. "C-come to bed Hen baby, please honey" She whimpered, her eyes still glossy, complying as Henry tugged her onto his lap. "m'comfy right 'ere, stay with me" He gruffed feeling her head lay on his chest, his hand coming up to scratch her head soothingly, her hands clutching onto his other one tightly.
"I- I do want you Henry, in my bed, in my house, with OUR son and with me. I just want you to understand t-that I am worried but I do love you and I- I do want a pretty rock on m-my finger"
"That's good, cause it's already in my pocket honey. Would you take m-my name or-"
"I want your name Henry, I want everything to do with you, the name, the house, the babies and of course, I know Tommy would like to be yours too; but I need time too"
"He was mine the day I met him love, saw the twinkle in his eye n' knew he was my little boy n' you was meant to be my woman" He whispered nudging her head up with his, her lips eagerly puckered and inching towards his; their lips meeting in tons of tiny pecks until their lips grew tired and swollen. "Ey stop it woman, our son's 'ere" He chuckled kissing her cheek sweetly, letting her nuzzle into his neck, her legs straddling his burly thighs.
(psa; lowkey think this is one of my worst stories so sorry :(( )
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What happened after reader and Henry got handcuffed together?
The fools who did it were detained by security and they forgot the key. Reader was so pissed off. Henry was too. There was no back way out so they had to go through the front and paparazzi of course was there. They headed to the nearest police station— their keys wouldn’t work. They had to make a pit stop as I’m feeling like she’s a single mom and her nanny ended up having a family emergency. Henry gets dragged to reader’s house and meeting her kid who’s like two and the absolute sweetest kid he’s ever met. Then it’s off to a fire station— oh wait, somebody’s hungry- it’s a stop to get pizza. Then finally some firefighters are able to get the handcuffs off. Reader is so happy that she kisses Henry’s cheek. He is also offered up one of her guest rooms as it’s already so late and his hotel room is much farther away.
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In Need Of Help
Summary: Whilst visitng your parents for the holidays you find a present your roommate gave you, a buttplug. Unfortunately for you it gets stuck and there’s only one person you can ask for help; your parents next door neighbour and your dads best friend; August Walker
Pairing: Dads Best Friend August Walker x Female Reader (Slight age difference approx 8 years)
Fandom: Henry Cavill, Mission Impossible: Fallout.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut, Age Gap Relationship, Sex Toys, Butt Plug, Butt Plug getting stuck, fingering, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Creampie
Wordcount: 3333
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In Need Of Help
This is not the predicament you had been expecting to find yourself in when you’d made plans to spend Christmas with your parents in the suburbs. The worst thing you could have imagined happening would have been your much younger siblings causing bruises as they excitedly climbed on you - their big sister - instead you found yourself with your phone in your hand, scrolling through your contacts from high school to figure out who you could call as this was a problem you couldn’t fix on your own and was certainly not one you could ask your parents with.
When your best friend handed you your Christmas gift before you’d left, she had a shit eating grin on her face and simply said ‘don’t open it in front of your family’. It was only when you’d been sorting through your bag towards the end of your stay you’d found the forgotten gift and unwrapped it, almost dropping it when you saw the silver plug shining in the discrete velvet box, a small package of lube tucked in next to it. A note in your friend’s handwriting was tucked into the lid; ‘you need to open your horizons’.
“Yeah, we’ll I've got to open my asshole first it would seem” you muttered to yourself, your thoughts interrupted by your Mom as she called up to you.
“We’re going now, enjoy the peace and quiet!”
That had been an hour ago, and now as your parents had taken your younger siblings to their post Christmas gymnastics lesson you’d stayed home, and after a restless half hour of attempting to read or enjoy your other seasonal gifts, you’d found yourself in your bedroom with the plug. You were horny. The walls of your parents' home were thin, so you hadn’t had a chance to use the small vibrator you’d optimistically packed, and had settled down with your kindle and some of the spicy titles you’d downloaded. A brief moment of misplaced confidence and that was how you found yourself in your predicament; the plug was stuck.
At first you’d enjoyed the sensation, having gone slowly with a small amount of lube, but you’d shifted on the bed to get more comfortable but it’d had the opposite effect. Deciding it was time to remove it you’d stretched, twisted and tried, but no matter what you attempted your ass was not giving up its new decoration.
So this is where you were, in need of help. Shutting your phone down you sighed, not a single one of your local contacts was someone who you’d feel comfortable approaching with such a matter, those that had stayed in town seemed the most vanilla type of people possible. You couldn’t even call your best friend as you knew she was on duty as a flight attendant, probably somewhere 40,000ft in the air right at this moment. Standing in your room you glanced out of the window and a thought came to you. Chewing on your lip you considered your options, before pulling your woollen socks further up your legs so your knitted dress covered the tops of them, sliding on your boots and making your way out of the house.
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Your parents had conceived you early, whilst they were in high school, and against the odds had made a teen pregnancy work. Married fresh out of high school they had taken turns to go to local community college whilst raising a small child, only expanding their family once you headed off to college, and now you had twin sisters who were almost a generation younger than you. It also meant that the ages of your friends and the ages of your parents' friends would intersect in the middle. One friend in particular of your parents was their next door neighbour, August Walker.
Mr Walker, or August as he’d insisted you’d call him, was smack bang in the middle of the age bracket between you and your parents, and although your father’s friend, he was known to throw a wink at you now and again when your parents weren’t looking. When you’d visited for 4th of July you’d be bending over in a short sundress to unload the dishwasher, when you’d turned around and saw him paused at the door to the kitchen. A smirk and a wink, he’d started to approach you when your Dad had called out to you, and with another wink he’d discretely adjusted himself before disappearing back to the party.
As you crossed the short path between houses you did your best not to slip over on the snow, the last thing you needed to happen was to fall on your ass, especially considering your current ass-based issue.
When he opened the door he briefly looked surprised, before a small smile crossed his face;
“Hi, what can I do for you?”
Shivering on the doorstep you hugged yourself tightly, your shivering more from nerves than the cold;
“Umm… can I come in, please?”
-
Ten minutes later you were stood beside the sleek marble kitchen island, August pushing a strong drink across the counter for you to take;
“Thanks”
Rather than staying on the opposite side of the island, August circled around with his glass of whiskey before he stood in front of you. Placing his glass on the counter he rested both of his hands on your upper arms, softly rubbing as he spoke;
“Thank you for coming to me with this. You’re a beautiful girl and i wouldn’t want anything to happen to you”
“August, I’m not a girl, I’m 25” you corrected, slightly annoyed that he called you a girl; “And currently have a buttplug stuck in my ass”
“And we’ll get that sorted. Lots of first times can be embarrassing or tricky”
“It’s not my ‘first time’, i’ve fucked before”
He hooked his finger beneath your chin, guiding your head slightly so you could meet his intense gaze;
“I don’t doubt that, I meant the first time with something in your ass” he said with a slight chuckle.
“So umm… how are we… Are you going to do this? Should I just bend over or…?”
Wrapping his arms around you he pulled you to his chest and pressed a kiss to the top of your head;
“Oh Princess, no. No we’re not. You need to relax, as you’re no doubt wound so tight right about now that nothing is gonna go in or out of that ass”
You let out a sigh, inhaling his aftershave as your face was pressed to his chest, the soft knit shirt warm and comforting. After a few moments you pushed back and looked August in the face, for the first time noticing how his left eye had a little patch of brown in the iris among the icy blue. You were lost in your own mind when you realised he’d been saying something;
“I’m sorry, what did you say?”
“I said, let's get started”
He slipped his hand into yours but you didn’t make a move;
“How are we going to do this?”
He sighed before stepping back towards you;
“Believe it or not Princess, this isn’t my first rodeo with a lovely young lady being a little over confident with their butt. First and foremost you need to relax, and i don’t mean mentally, i mean physically. You need to relax all your pelvic muscles…”
“Ok…”
“And the easiest way to do that is arousal”
You paused, taking in the reality of what you were about to do
“I see. And you’ll…”
“Help. In any way you need me to”
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August had led you through his house to his bedroom which was exactly as you’d been expecting; simple dark tones, dark bedding, low lighting. The windows overlooked the wooded shore of the lake, the opposite direction from your parents house. The sense of privacy was comforting, and yet as August shut the door you felt a sense that you were way out of your depth. Crossing the room he stood in front of you, again resting his palms on your upper arms;
“So, what would you like?”
Taking a deep breath you could feel your voice waiver a little;
“I want you to take charge please, August”
He let out an appreciative hum before hooking his knuckle beneath your chin to turn your face to him before kissing you. What started as a small gentle touch of his lips soon developed into more, and before long your arms were around his shoulders as his tongue pushed into your mouth, tasting you as you were pliable in his grasp. He slowly pulled at your sweater dress until it was at your chest, breaking the kiss;
“Lift your arms Princess”
Doing as he told you, he lifted the garment all the way off, taking a moment to appreciate the way your bra cupped your breasts.His gaze travelled further down and smiled at the Christmas print cotton thong;
“Mmm, turn around” he instructed, his voice low
Slowly turning, your socks smooth on the thick pile carpet of his bedroom, when your ass was facing him he rested a hand on your shoulder;
“Hands on the bed”
Leaning forwards a little you set your palms onto the black comforter that was neatly folded on the high bed. You felt as he held your buttocks in his massive hands, warming the skin with his palms before pulling your cheeks apart a little and letting out a long slow breath;
“Now that is one of the prettiest sights i’ve seen”
You let out a small squeak as his hand slid between your legs, his thumb barely grazing against the plug as his fingers worked between your folds, grunting as he found you already soaked. Tenderly his fingers explored your folds, his other hand wrapping around your torso and pulled you up to stand, cupping your chin to turn your head so he could kiss you as his fingers worked between your thighs.
As his fingers pushed further you broke the kiss, panting out as you instinctively rose up onto your toes, your back supported against August’s chest.
“Such a good girl, so wet and tight, your pussy is begging for another finger, isn’t it?”
“Yes August, please”
With another low hum of appreciation he shifted his hand to allow a second finger slide into your eager hole, his breath hot on your face as he worked your body until you were rocking against his hand, eager for release. Your sighs and moans were an easy indication that you were close.
“It’s time to cum Princess, cum for me”
Your mouth fell into a silent O as you came, your hands clinging to August’s strong forearm that sat across your torso, your body shaking as he held you tight and let you ride out your orgasm on his hand.
Eventually he pulled his hand away, and as you turned slightly you watched as he sucked two fingers into his mouth, sucking your slick juices from them;
“Delicious. Now, on the bed, on your hands and knees”
He swatted a light slap on your ass, to which you let out a little yelp before you did as he asked, settling on the high bed, your ass towards him.
“Now, let's have a good look here” he muttered to himself, smoothing his palms over your cheeks to pull them apart and take a look at the prize between them. Hooking your thong panties to one side he tenderly ran his finger through your folds and up to your ass, around the jewelled flared base before grasping it and giving it a little tug.
“Hmm, still tightly in there. How much lube did you use?”
“Just… Just a little bit”
He sucked in air through his teeth;
“Tut tut tut, No, with anything butt related you use a ton of lube. Copious amounts, it needs to be wetter than a slip and slide in a thunderstorm. Stay there.”
You heard him moving around the room before quickly returning to you, his warm hand on your ass again, this time carefully pulling your panties down until they sat around your thighs. The soft click of a capped bottle broke the silence before you felt a cold drip of something viscous land on your ass near to the plug, soon followed by the warm touch of his finger spreading the lube around the base of the plug;
“We’ll need to work the lube in around your little decoration Princess. No no, I can feel you tensing up again, relax…”
“That’s easy for you to say, you’re not the one with something stuck in your ass”
“How do you know I haven't?”
You whipped your head around in shock, only to be greeted with August’s now tell tale smirk. Narrowing your gaze you glared at him;
“Kinky”
“Yup. Now get back into position”
He pressed a hand to your shoulder blades, pushing you down until your chest was resting on the comforter;
“Time to get you relaxed again”
With your vision now obscured you could only feel what he was doing, the soft furnishings muting his movements, so you were shocked when you felt something warm and wet slide through your folds, followed by the rough brush of facial hair against your labia;
“Oh oooh god”
August set off at a brisk pace, his tongue working against your cunt to the point you barely noticed his fingers working around the plug, only realising something was amiss when you felt the definite stretch of a finger sliding in alongside the plug. The movement was a foreign feeling, but as his tongue delved further into your soaked hole you started to enjoy the feeling, your moans and sighs increasing until you could feel the start of an orgasm building in the pit of your stomach;
“Please… please, so good, more… please August…”
He didn’t reply, one hand now firmly gripped on your hip whilst the other worked at the plug, his mouth all but buried in your pussy until you came with a cry of his name, shuddering as your body was rocked with a strong orgasm, cumming on his face until you slumped forwards and lay twitching on the soft covers of his bed.
As the world came back into focus you saw August moving at the foot of the bed, a soft cloth in his hand before he pressed it to your buttocks;
“Sorry, there was a bit more lube than we needed”
It took a couple of seconds to register, but when it did your eyes went wide and you stretched a hand to your ass, only to find the unwanted decoration now missing from its prison;
“You got the plug out!”
“Hmmm mmm” he hummed, looking down at you as your hands explored your naked below the waist body, running his own hand over the obscene bulge now in his pants. In a moment of confidence you moved forward, resting carefully on the edge of the bed before reaching a hand out to palm over the bulge alongside his own much larger hand;
“I should thank you for your help” you said coyly, looking up through your lashes as you moved to tug the zipper down.
August cupped your chin;
“Do you think you can handle me? You ever been with an older man?”
“Dude, you’re seven years old, eight at most depending on what month”
He just smirked at your response, instead picking you up and softly tossing you on to his bed;
“Lets apart, I want to see that pussy”
You did as he asked as he stripped, and you were transfixed by his body. Thick with muscle his chest was covered in a thick layer of hair that ran down to his stomach and dick. Speaking of which he was rock hard and girthy, patterned with veins. You licked your lips as you watched him roll a condom down before climbing into the bed.
He kissed his way up your body before settling between your thighs, pressing a kiss to your lips before he suddenly turned the pair of you so you were on top and straddling his stomach;
“You’re gonna show me just how much of a big girl you are Princess, I’m gonna let you ride me, see how much of me you can take”
“You want me to…?! Oh god…”
Pushing yourself up on your knees you took a deep breath and looked down at the monster standing proud beneath you. Reaching out to hold it you positioned him at your entrance before pushing down, feeling him breach your body. Resting the palms of your hands on his stomach you shut your eyes and rocked up and down a little, easing your way a little further each time until you heard him grunt;
“Doing well Princess”
In a moment of bravery - or perhaps stupidity - you rose and then fell all the way, taking him as deep as you could. Both of you let out curse words as your bodies grew accustomed to the size and tightness, trembling as you urged your body to relax until you were confident enough to start rocking your hips just a little.
“You’re so big August…” you praised, riding him with your eyes closed so you could focus on the stretch and pull every time.
He didn’t respond, and when you opened your eyes you saw his were wide open, jaw slack as he watched where your bodies were joined;
“Your cunt looks so perfect stretching around me. I know you’re struggling to take me, you can do it… ride me Princess”
With renewed vigour and confidence you rode him like he was a pony ride at your 10th birthday, grinding your hips down so your clit rubbed against the root of his shaft, bringing you closer to another orgasm. You felt his hand grip your thighs then hips, pulling you down to meet his upwards thrusts and you could tell he was getting close. You quickly moved your hand to your pussy, rubbing your clit;
“Cum for me August, let me feel you inside me. You needn’t have worn the condom, i’m on the pill and tested…”
He suddenly pushed you up, pulling the condom off and tossing it aside before pulling you straight back down again onto his cock. The groan you both let out as you felt skin on skin filled the room;
“Oh fuck, i’m gonna cum, your cunt feels too good”
Your orgasm surged through you as you felt August filling you with his creamy seed, pumping you full as you trembled around him. As your throes of passion subsided you collapsed on his chest, sated and full.
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“It was so good of you to show my girl how to stop that hacker getting into her phone” you Dad said, clapping a hand over August’s shoulder as he stood in your parents kitchen.
After what had happened you’d had to think of an excuse as your parents had seen you crossing the snowy lawn to which you’d had to come up with something quick as an excuse. That was how you found yourself standing in your parents kitchen listen to August make up a very plausible scenario, whilst his cum slowly dripped down your inner thigh.
“Hey, did she tell you she got a paid internship?” your Dad’s question to August pulled you out of your daze.
“No, where is that then?” August asked animatedly
“Some big law firm in the city”
“Oh really?”
“Where was it sweetie?” your Dad pushed
“Syverson, Marshall & Walker Associates”
“Ohhh really…” August nodded, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth
Your Dad missed the expression on August’s face, wrapping his arm around your shoulders;
“Yup, my little girl is all grown up now, playing with the big boys”
August smiled;
“Sounds like a dream come true”
You were completely unaware of just who your bosses come Monday would be.
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The Witcher Masterlist II
(* indicates NSFW/smut)
Updated 9.21.2022
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Netflix!Eskel
Series
Broken Paths and Fallen Cities (witcher x witch series)
-To Any Semblance of Touch
-Down A Chilling Hall, A Fire Grows*
-To Survive is to Suffer
-To Follow the Heat of the Flame
-Sober Thoughts Spoken By Intoxicated Lips
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Coen x single mom!reader
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Witchers (Lambert, Geralt, Eskel)
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-Vesemir gives the pups bowl cuts
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#omg i’m dying - 164 posts
#omg i'm dying - 161 posts
#henry cavill - 153 posts
#eddie munson - 123 posts
#puppeh - 107 posts
Longest Tag: 140 characters
#wanna go to a game with him solely for the beers and food and nod and smile while he tries to explain wtf is going on with the game fjdjdjsj
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
I don’t want to be that fan girl, but why does his girlfriend look like she was photoshopped into that picture.
20 notes - Posted May 22, 2022
#4
Eddie Munson Headcannon
If you are pregnant with a boy, he will say, "you're growing a tiny penis inside of you," probs on the daily.
42 notes - Posted October 30, 2022
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Bambi - EM x Reader
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Warning: sexy times, cursing, witty banter, fluff, drug use (18+)
Word Count: 0.9k
Notes:
So, I had some “me time” the other day and it was so good that I was walking like a baby gazelle. I knew i looked hilarious walking to my bathroom so I wondered what my current favorite obsession would say if he saw me.
Also, reader and Eddie are out of high school. Our boy made ‘86 his bitch. Both are in their early twenties.
The “ha ha you love me” interaction is from one of my favorite Simpsons episodes (Lisa’s Pony) and is one of my favorite Homer and Marge scenes.
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276 notes - Posted September 11, 2022
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Thumper - E.M.
So a while ago, I wrote this. Here's the follow-up because turnabout is fair play.
PAIRING: Eddie Munson x reader
WARNINGS: Smut, fluff, under 18 DNI
WORD COUNT: 1.2K
NOTES: The last one was inspired by some 'personal' time I had with myself. Same deal here. Thank my showerhead and a free afternoon for this one.
Sequel to Bambi. Not necessary to read it before, but check it out if you want to.
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307 notes - Posted November 6, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Sleep Tight - E.M.
Pairing: Single Dad Eddie Munson x Fem Reader
Word Count: 3.8K (this may have gotten away from me)
Warning: fluff, idiots to lovers, a couple of curse words
Notes: This has been living in my brain for days, and I had to get it out. So everywhere I've read Eddie as a dad, he has a little girl. Don't get me wrong, I love it. But can you imagine him with a little boy who is his tiny doppelganger? Dead.
For this, I picture Eddie and Reader as having known each other since they were kids, and both were close growing up. Eddie flunked his first senior year, and reader graduated and left Hawkins for college. They kept in touch for a while but eventually drifted apart. She returns to Hawkins and reconnects with Eddie and his 4-year-old son. Mom has been out of the picture since he was born, and I picture Eddie as a mechanic who plays with Corroded Coffin on the weekends.
Eddie and Reader are 28 in this (takes place in 1994). An AU where the Upside Down doesn't exist, and Eddie lives.
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Aurorra
Pairing: Dad!Henry Cavill x Single Mom!Reader
Summary: Henry meets his daughter for the first time.
Warnings: fluff, slight angst. Dad!Henry
A/N: I don't know why I'm a sucker for these types of stories but I am. Hope you enjoy!
It's been two years and two days exactly since you and Henry had broken up.
It had been one year, one month, and two weeks exactly since you had given birth to his daughter, the daughter he had no idea existed.
It hadn't been a particularly nasty break up or anything, but both of you were hurting. You both wanted the relationship to work out, and when it didn't, you were both too heartbroken to even remain friends.
You had moved away from London not long after the breakup, deciding to live in Manchester, which was closer to your family. When you found out you were pregnant, you had tried to call him, but he had blocked your number. You had no way of contacting him other than through instagram, but he had unfollowed you and you knew your message would get lost in the thousands he received a day if you tried that.
You had no way of contacting his family either. You didn't know what to do. You had told your family, and they were insanely happy for you, even though you were going to be a single mother. When your mom had sat down and told you her and your father would do anything to help and support you through whatever decision you made, you knew the answer.
You were going to be a single mother.
When your daughter Aurorra Enola Cavill was born nine months later, you knew you made the right choice. Being a single mother may not have been what you were planning in life, but holding your blue eyed and brown curly haired baby in your arms for the first time, you knew it was what you were meant to do.
Aurorra had become your little bestie. She was such a well behaved baby. She rarely cried, slept through the night not long after she turned a week old, and was always full of smiles that were clearly from her father. There was never any doubt in your mind that she was Henry's, and every time you looked at her and saw her blue eyes, brown hair, and her cuddly chunky body, it only solidified that fact.
Aurorra had just turned 13 months old, and your job transferred you back to London, so you and Aurorra had just made the big move back.
You had opted to move back to the same neighbourhood both because of the safety of it, and because you knew you'd have a good chance of running into Henry. You had thought about it for months on end, and knew he couldn't be kept in the dark any more.
You had just finished unpacking the last box in the bedroom, when Aurorra woke up from her afternoon nap. You changed her and the two of you headed out to ASDA to get some groceries.
You pulled in the driveway and saw car that looked similar to Henry's BMW, but you didn't think anything of it. You parked and got a less than happy Aurorra out of her carseat and strapped her into the cart before heading on your shopping journey.
You had made it through the fruits and vegetables, and was heading to the freezer section to grab frozen fruit for the growing 13 month old, when you saw a familiar back in the same aisle.
It was Henry. There was no doubt about that. He was wearing a white knitted cardigan, with faded blue jeans, and running shoes. From the top of his cardigan you saw a dark blue t shirt poking out. His hair was slightly messy, but still curly. He was reading the nutrition information on the back of a frozen energy bowl, and you quietly opened the fridge, hoping to grab what you needed from this aisle and escape without him noticing you.
You had gone over seeing him again a million times in your head, and in no way did you plan on it being in the grocery store with other people around.
But, 13 month olds have a mind of their own. At that moment, Aurorra saw a popsicle package with the characters from her favourite show, Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir, and proceeded to squeal and call your attention.
"Mama!" She squealed and pointed a chunky hand at the popsicles. "Bug!" You glanced up and Henry and watched as he did a double take back at you. His eye brow furrowed, but you ignored him, instead turning to your baby.
"Yes, that is Ladybug. Would you like them?" You asked, and she nodded eagerly. You smiled and grabbed them out of the freezer once you noticed they were organic. "Say thank you," You prompted, and she brought the same chunky hand up to her chin and then down flat towards you. It wasn't the most perfect sign, but she was still learning.
You saw Henry walk up to you and had to steel yourself for the coming conversation. "Y/N?" He asked, and you turned around to face him.
"Hi, Henry." You said, placing the popsicles in the cart with the rest of your groceries. He smiled at you, and then glanced at Aurorra. She smiled and cooed at him and he smiled back, and stroked her cheek. "Hows everything," you asked, trying to avoid the question you knew was about to come.
"Everything's good. Kal misses you. Still sleeps with the teddy you got him," He said, his eyes locked on your daughter. You smiled.
"Well, tell him I miss him too. Now, if you'll excuse me, we're running a little late. I have to get home and get her fed." You said, but before you could move the cart Henry asked you the question.
"I-is she mine?" He asked, and you nodded, trying to swallow the lump that had been forming in your throat, to no avail.
"Y-Yes." You stuttered, and seconds later, Henry's arms enveloped you. "I-Im sorry," You whimpered, and Henry shushed you.
"Its okay. Let's not talk about it here. How about I meet you at your place once were both done?" He suggested, and you agreed, before giving him your address.
"Okay. I'll see you there." he said, giving you another hug, and pressing a kiss to the top of Aurorra's hand that had curled around his pointer finger. He stroked her cheek once more, before giving you both a smile, and heading off. He grabbed his cart with groceries, and made his way towards the checkout.
By the time you had finished shopping and made it home, Henry was parked in the driveway. You took a deep breath, and got out, giving him a smile. He returned it, and got out of his car before walking over to help you.
He grabbed the groceries, leaving you to grab Aurorra, who squealed at the sight of Henry. Henry chuckled, and blew her a kiss. He followed the two of you inside. You set Aurorra down, who stumbled on her own feet before stabilizing, her empty bottle in the right hand.
"Go put your baba in the kitchen please," You said, and she babbled to herself as she walked off, ignoring you and Henry.
"She's absolutely adorable," Henry said, and you smiled. "Well, she is your daughter," You said. Henry threw his head back and laughed before following you into the kitchen.
You set the bags down on the ground and turned to put away the ones Henry set on the counter. You two made small talk while putting away the groceries, mainly about work. You heard ruffling behind you but didn't think anything of it, as Aurorra usually liked to help put away the soup cans.
"Mama?" You heard a little voice ask and you turned around to face Aurorra. She was holding the box of popsicles out to you in one hand, while her other hand made a clockwise motion on her chest, signing please.
You smiled and took the box from her.
"After dinner, okay?" You said, and she didn't like that very much. She plopped on her butt and began to cry.
Her arms reached up to where the popsicles were and sobbed her little heart out. Henry's heart melted and scooped her up. "It's okay baby girl," He said, bouncing her. She sniffled, but calmed down and laid her head on his shoulder. He smiled in happiness, and pressed a kiss to her curly head.
He turned to you. "I just realized, I don't know her name," he said, and you smacked your head.
"Shit sorry, I completely forgot to mention that. Her names Aurorra Enola Cavill. I made sure she got your last name, and that you're on the birth certificate." You said, running your hands through her curly hair.
"Enola? Like Enola Holmes?" He asked, as Aurorra cuddled closer, her chunky arms wrapping around his neck. You nodded.
"Yeah. I couldn't think of a middle name for her, and I was watching Enola Holmes just before she was born. It was the scene where Sherlock and Mycroft see Enola on the train platform and you say her name. I knew then it was perfect." You said, and Henry smiled.
"It's a beautiful name," he said, wrapping his free arm around you. The three of you stood there for a few minutes, before Aurorra shook her hands at you, and tried to wiggle out of Henry's arms.
"Ah dun, Mama." She said. Henry pressed a kiss to her chunky cheek, and let her onto the floor. She scurried away seconds later, towards her bedroom.
"Is she okay wandering by herself?" He asked, watching her little body fall to her hands and knees, but get up and brush it off before continuing on her mission.
"Yeah she'll be fine. She's just going to play." You said, and Henry nodded before pulling you into his arms fully.
"I really am sorry I didn't tell you about her. I couldn't contact you or anyone in your family, and I didn't have the energy during my pregnancy or after to make the journey to London. I promise I didn't plan on hiding her forever." You said, and Henry squeezed you even tighter.
"It's okay. I know you'd never do something like that on purpose. You've done an amazing job raising her. I just wish I had witnessed it."
"You'll get to see her grow. You might have missed her start life, but I have everything recorded. Her first breath, her first steps, her first words, all of it. I know it's not the sam-" You said, but were cut off by his lips.
His hand travelled up to cup your face, before he pulled away. "Sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I just- You amaze me, you know that?" He said and you giggled.
"How so?" You questioned.
He rested his forehead on yours before continuing. "You thought to record everything. You made sure she has my last name and that I'm on the birth certificate. You didn't have to do that, but you did. I've missed you so much, and I didn't know just how much until I saw you in ASDA. I never should have left. I never should have blocked you." He said, a tear falling from his blue eyes. "I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that alone. Thats never what I wanted. But, I promise to be the best dad to her, whether we're together or not."
"I know you will be," You said, and pulled Henry in for another kiss.
The groceries were put away a few minutes later and you told Henry to go and play with Aurorra while you cooked, which he happily did.
He walked down the hallway to her bedroom, and smiled lovingly when he saw his daughter sitting on the ground playing with blocks, a stuffed Akita just like Kal secure under her arm. She was babbling to a Mickey Mouse toy that sat in the corner of the room, and was stacking blocks.
Henry began to walk in the room when she stopped babbling let out a sneeze and a sigh. He grabbed a Kleenex from the change table and sat down next to her.
"Hey sweetheart, can I wipe your nose?" Henry asked, seeing the snot coming from her nose due to the sneeze. She looked up at him and giggled, which Henry took as a yes, and he wiped her nose quickly before disposing of it in the garbage can.
She began babbling again, and pushed the Akita stuffy into his hands. "Goggy," She said, and clapped, which made Henry smile.
"It is a doggy. I have a doggy like your stuffy, wanna see?" He asked, and she nodded and clapped.
Henry pulled out his phone and pulled up a picture of Kal. Aurorra stood up and clambered into his lap, which Henry welcomed. When she saw the picture of Kal, she started bouncing and clapping again.
"Goggy! Goggy wun!" She exclaimed when he showed her a video of him running.
"Thats right, he is running. He's really good at it too, believe me." Henry said and put his phone away. Aurorra stood up and reached out her arm for him, opening and closing her fist. Henry stood up, and let her take his big hand in her tiny one, and lead him out of the room, and towards the back door that led to the backyard, babbling the entire way.
"Hold on, honey, we gotta tell Mama we're going outside, okay?" He said and she nodded before running to the kitchen shouting Mama.
Henry watched as she stood in the doorway and babbled before pointing at the door. She held her hand in front of her face and moved it out, closing it into a fist.
"You're going outside?" You asked, and she nodded. Henry saw you bend down and whisper something into her ear with a smile on your face and Aurorra giggle but didn't think much of it, before his little girl was running towards him and squealing.
He scooped her up and carried her out the door. She pointed at the toy box in the corner of the yard and Henry carried her over. He sat her down and opened it, before letting her pick what she wanted to play with. She grabbed a bucket with shovels and molds before running over to the lady bug sandbox and patting the lid. Henry chuckled and pulled the lid off.
"You wanna play in the sand?" He asked, and she nodded before climbing in.
Henry sat down next to her, and a shovel was thrust into his hand seconds later. She had a bright yellow one in her own hand and was digging a hole. Henry followed suit and helped her dig the hole.
A few minutes later she handed Henry a elephant mold.
"Put, Dada." She said, and Henry's breath caught in his throat, the mold falling from his hand.
"Did you say Dada?" He asked her, tears clouding his vision, and he saw her smile and point at the house.
"Mama, say." she said, picking up the elephant mold again.
"Mama told you I'm your Dada?"
She nodded and shook the mold in his face, practically begging him to take it. Henry smiled and pulled her out of the sand box, into his arms.
"I am your Dada, and I promise you I will love you forever." He said, and kissed her cheeks. She giggled before pointing at the sand box and doing grabby hands. Henry chuckled but put her back where she was. He picked up the mold and began to fill it with sand before she got upset.
"I apologize for interrupting your playtime," He said. "Now, lets make some animals."
Later that night, when Aurorra had been fed and put to bed, Henry pressed another kiss to your lips.
"She called me Dada when we were playing outside." He confessed and your eyes lit up.
"Really? I told her before she went out with you that you were her Dada, I wasn't expecting her to say it so soon!" You exclaimed. Henry chuckled, and pulled you into his lap.
"I'm so happy she did. Thank you for giving me her." He said, pressing his lips to yours before you could respond.
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To build a home
Henry Cavill x reader
Summary: After a phone call of your mom, your traumas came creeping up around the corner but this time you weren’t alone to wipe your tears or to defend yourself, You had Henry. You had found your home after years of searching and building, you finally found a home in the form of a human called Henry.
Warnings: Fear of commitment and intimacy, Mention of sexual assault and mention of men wishing you weren’t born, neglect from mother, traumas, punching the ex of your mother/ having a fight, blaming you for break ups (by the ex), nightmares.
Words: 3,4K
A/N: So this hits really close to home and is very specific but this is what I’m going through since Sunday and I needed to write about it in order to process what had happened. This fic isn’t for everybody but like I said this is very personal and specific and wrote it mostly for myself to find some sort of comfort in chaos, so just keep that in mind. If you have any of these things or going through a similar situation, know that you’re never alone and it is NOT your fault. 💗🦋
To build a home
You were living with your boyfriend, Henry for over half a year now and you finally found your home after years in form of a human. Henry was your home and you were his. You had been dating for over 2 and a half years now but it didn’t start off perfect.
You had a lot of trouble with fear of commitment and fear of intimacy because of your past. You, yourself didn’t have a lot of relationships nor sex because of that. It started off because of your dad but your mom made it worse.
It wasn’t like she was a bad mother, she just made some horrible decisions. Your mom was the complete opposite of you. She had a fear of being alone and could never be longer than a month single. That meant that you saw a whole lot of men come and go and most of them were really trash. One would say that it would’ve been better if you were never born, the other would touch you, the other pulled your mom completely from you and treated you like you were a bystander etc.
So of a young age, around 10, you had to take care of yourself. Your mom would, obviously work through the week so you would always be alone. You would get yourself ready for school because your mom would already be long gone by that time, when you would get back from school you just had to keep yourself busy and around the evening she would come home but was really too tired to do something with you or give you a lot of attention. That’s not normal for a 10 year old and it left its mark on you. In the weekends you would have multiple babysitters because she would be gone every time from Friday till Sunday evening.
So now and then you would see a lot of men in a short period of time and left a lot of trauma with you. So to say that you had a very hard time to have a relationship yourself was an understatement. Falling in love already felt like you weren’t capable of because you were so closed off. You knew you were but you didn’t know how to undo it.
All of that was until you met Henry…. The moment you locked eyes with him in the dog park felt like a scene taken straight out of a movie. You knew who the blued eyed Superman was and already had a crush on him but once you really got to know him you fell in love.
Henry made it perfectly clear that he liked you as well and once he asked you to go on a date with him, you were still hesitant but agreed. To your surprise you never had a moment were you felt very uncomfortable but anxiety still creeped up and took it’s toll on you.
After the third date, where you had deeper conversations you told him everything so he still had an out, which you had expected him to do but instead he listened carefully and praised you for being so brave etc. You weren’t used to that and Henry told you that he would wait for you because you were so worth it and he never lied. You were still hesitant because you believed he would leave sooner or later.
But he didn’t and you decided that you had more than enough of it and got into therapy. Henry noticed from the right from the bat he had to love you carefully. You were always alone and always had to take care of yourself and wipe your own tears. He took it step by step to take care of you and you carefully let him in.
Henry was a very caring man. It was in his nature to take care of people let alone the people he loved. He also had waited for you with intimacy. You already found it hard and sometimes uncomfortable when you would cuddle together, kiss each other let alone sex but he waited and when you were ready, he told you he was more than right with waiting for you.
In the dark times he would always be there for you and needed to be as gentle with you as he could and that was when he realized that he loved you to the moon and back. He learned a lot about himself through you and your connection grew stronger by the day which you both hadn’t seen coming.
So fast forward to know, you still had troubles but not as bad as it used to be and Henry loved it when you would let him take care of you, love you and be gentle with you that was when his heart ached for you with the amount of love he felt for you.
You and Henry were watching a movie since Henry had some time off and so did you. He laid behind you on the couch, his arms tightly wrapped around you while you both watched the movie. After a while you turned around and snuggled in his chest. He chuckled deeply and softly went with his hand over your hair, holding you closer. You had closed your eyes and was ready to drift off into a peaceful and relaxing sleep until your phone rang.
You opened your eyes and let out an annoying sigh. You saw that it was your mom calling so you picked up but still a little annoyed by the abrupt intrusion. “Hey mom.” You said tiredly but the moment you heard her sniff, you got on high alert and sat up. Henry frowned and rubbed your back.
“Wait, hold up, hold up, calm down” you told your mom, trying to follow her story. Henry sat up as well, more concerned right now. “Alright I’m on my way.” You told her and hang up. You let out another irritated sigh, which confused Henry even more. “What’s going on sweetheart?” he asked you.
“Her boyfriend just broke up with her.” You told him a little unbothered because you’ve been in this situation more than you can count on two hands so you were used to the pattern. Henry knew about it and also knew you couldn’t be more unbothered right now. You did love your mom a lot but this was always just too much and you would always be pulled into the mess.
“I have to go to her.” He frowned a little “Baby, you’re her daughter, let her call some friends.” He told you carefully. “Yeah, I tried to tell her that multiple times. She did told me that two of my uncles are already there. so I do have to go there for a minute.” he nodded, understanding that, even though you had enough of these type of situations, it’s still your mother and he can’t blame you for that. He would do it too.
“Alright but let me come with you.” he more asked you since it would be the first time he would meet your family, which would be another step forward and he knew it might scare you but he wanted to be there for you in this situation. You always had to deal with it on your own but now he was there, he wouldn’t let you go through that alone.
He saw you thinking about it. “You don’t have to do this alone anymore pup. I’m here now and I want to help and support you throughout all of this.” You looked up at him with love “Alright. Just so you know, I don’t know how my uncles are right now so be prepared.” You tried to laugh it off.
He nodded and stood up with you, getting your things and got into the car. Through the entire drive he held your hand and would place kisses on the back of your hand, or would let it rest on your thigh.
You’ve never experienced such a love in your life and it made you scared to death that you could lose it but Henry would always be very reassuring and honest with you. Like I said, you were working on it.
You drove into the street where you grew up, only to see your uncles being extremely mad, your mom in between and the ex on the other side, also very mad. It was clear that they were in a fight with each other. You let out a sigh “goddammit, not again.” Henry frowned at the scene playing in front of him but as soon as you said: “not again.” He looked at you surprised “Again?” he asked you, making you nod.
“Please stay in the car. In case someone photographs you. I’ll be alright.” He nodded but was very hesitant about this. You got out of the car and he parked it on the side. You looked behind you towards Henry and he gave you a sympathetic smile. Your uncles saw you walking towards your mom and you saw that she had bruises and that started to make your blood boil.
The look you gave towards the ex of your mom could burn houses down. He looked at you furious. You walked up to the scene and it became clear to you what was going on, also since your mom told you a part of it. You carefully tucked at the sweater and jacket of your uncles, hinting them to come with you.
They gave the ex a mad look but walked with you, which honestly, surprised you. You almost had it all under control until the ex started to scream “Come on than!” that was the point they pushed you away. not too hard to hurt you but it definitely was a good push.
Some neighbors came out to hold your uncles under control with your mom. The ex had his eyes on you all of a sudden, filled with rage as he looked at you. He started to point his finger in your face, telling you how this was all your fault but as soon as he tried to get closer, Henry stood in front of you, very intimidating and protective.
The moment your uncles saw that he was pointing his arrows at you, the wanted to protect you but that was as soon as they saw Henry towering over the ex, very intimidating. His arm holding you and pulling you more behind his back.
“You need to fucking leave. I don’t know what the fuck this is about but if you put your finger in her face one more fucking time I will break it. Don’t you dare to even look at her with the look you’re giving me know. I don’t give a shit about who you are, but you hurt her and I will break you.” Henry growled, obviously very, very pissed it was almost as if he channeled August Walker.
So pissed that your uncles actually calmed down as they saw Henry towering over the man who clearly was very intimidated at that point. You’ve never seen Henry lash out like this but you never felt more safe because finally someone stepped up and had your back.
Henry walked a little to the side, looked at you with to see if you were okay and grabbed your hand in his. The man backed off and wanted to get in his car but lashed out at your uncles which made you absolutely furious and Henry knew that you would get extremely pissed at that. You, your mom and the neighbors held your uncles back.
Henry grabbed the man by his collar and pushed him against the car with a lot of force and got into his face. The man had a look of terror in his eyes “What I just said, goes for her mother and family as well. No fucking leave and don’t you dare ever coming back.”
He didn’t let go of the man but pushed him into his car. Henry stepped aside so he could drive off but he started to curse at you and gave you a curtained look. Henry looked at you and immediately saw that you were completely triggered and full of rage.
You felt your whole body tremble because of the pure rage and adrenaline while he said those things to you and before you knew it, you lashed out at the man, hitting him as hard as you could in his face and had gotten him very good and hard 3 times before Henry picked you up and sat you aside.
He never had seen you get violent because you weren’t a violent person at all but he had pushed all of your buttons and triggered you, so he knew that this was a dissociation. The man drove off quickly, more scared of you than the others. Henry was secretly very proud of you and your uncles too even though it’s never okay to put your hands on someone.
You all walked inside and before you and Henry got inside the house, he stopped you, taking your hands in his, kissing your knuckles softly. He saw that you got shocked yourself at how you reacted and the tears started to pool into your eyes. “Are you okay?” he asked you, looking deeply into your eyes.
You shook your head. “I’m so ashamed. I should’ve never done that.” He pulled you in a big bear hug, resting his lips on the top of your head. “I know why you did it. Besides that, he had it coming to be honest. I’m so proud of you that you finally got up for yourself. Maybe not in the right way but like I said, he had it coming. I’m just glad that you’re not hurt.” He told you, placing kisses on your head. “I love you so much.” He told you, cupping your cheeks. You sniffled and smiled softly at him “I love you too bear.” He smiled at the nickname and gave you a quick kiss on your lips before walking inside.
Everyone was still high of adrenaline and sat outside in the garden for a moment to calm down. As soon as you and Henry stood outside your uncles quickly got up, surprising you and Henry in the process. They walked up to Henry and shook his hand, pulling him into a hug as well, which was quite surprising.
“Thank you, thank you for protecting out niece and for standing, not only up for her but also for us. You’re a good man. Take care of her. She’s special.” One of your uncle stated, with a wink on the part of: “she’s special.” He meant that in a good way, making you smile shyly.
Henry placed his arm softly around you. “No problem. And she is very special in every good way possible. Thank you.” Henry told your uncle while the other patted his shoulder. Once everyone calmed down a little, you got inside to get everyone a drink. “We should go to grandma in the afternoon, she would love it if you would come with us.” Your mom told you and you uncles nodded.
You look at Henry “Yeah, I would like that. I haven’t seen her in a long time.” You told them and they smiled while Henry kissed the side of your head. Your uncles noticed how Henry treated you and they immediately approved of him but kept it silent because they were always very protective of you.
After a while you all went to grandma and apparently the whole family was there. Your mom had a hard time but your family took care of her so you didn’t have to. The vibe here was very different, in a good way. Everyone was laughing and drinking and overall it was just a nice time. They even went up to Henry and thanked him multiple times of how they treated you but also got serious and told him that he better not hurt you but again he promised he never would and that was the truth. He really never would. He never loved someone else this much as he loved you and thought this kind of love didn’t even exist but yet here you were holding his hand.
You all had dinner over there and chatted with your family who you haven’t seen in a while. There was good music, good food and very good company. You had a great time, almost forgetting what had happened earlier. Before you left your grandma gave you a bag with all the nice snacks that she made.
You said your goodbyes to everyone and left with Henry, totally exhausted. You laid in bed with Henry face to face. “I’m sorry that you had to deal with that for over your entire life. I’ll always be there for you.” You smiled softly at Henry. “Thank you bear, and I have you now.” He smiled softly and kissed the tip of your nose. “You know I’ll always protect you pup.” He told you. This time you softly placed your lips on his and snuggled in his side “I’ve never felt more safe when I’m with you.” Henry smiled proudly at his achievement. You trusted him completely and even though you still had a long way to go, he would always be next to you.
You both felt asleep, exhausted from the entire day. Obviously it didn’t took long before your nightmares would come back to taunt you with your childhood trauma. You had dreamed of multiple exes from your mother and Henry apparently got woken up by your tossing, turning and crying. He sat up, noticing you were having a nightmare. His heart ached for you.
“Sweetheart? Baby, wake up you’re having a nightmare pup.” He told you softly as he carefully rubbed your arms. You woke up still crying and your heart was beating fast. Henry had a sympathetic look on his face. When you looked at him he asked “Can I hold you?” but instead of answering his question you threw your arms around his waist.
He scooped you up on his lap and softly rocked the both of you while softly shushing you. “Let it all out princess, I’m here. I won’t leave, I’m right here.” He reassured and reminded you. “Do you want to go downstairs for a minute?” he asked you extremely gentle, knowing your routine with a nightmare by now. You nodded and he got out of bed with you and walked downstairs.
He sat you down on the kitchen counter while he made some calming tea. after the tea was done he walked with you towards the couch. “What do you want pup?” he thought he knew the answer, which would be turn the tv on and watch some funny things but he was wrong this time. “Can you just hold me for a second?” His heart fluttered because you started to let him in completely and opened up to him and wanted his affection.
“Everything for you princess.” He told you and you sat in his lap, arms around him while you hid your face in the crook of his neck, calming down by his scent. He softly rubbed your back and went with his hand over your head. You were completely plastered against him and he definitely wouldn’t have it any other way.
Like I said, you weren’t there yet but little by little you opened up and every time you did so, Henry found you even more beautiful and fell even more in love with you. He would cross the entire planet for you if he had to. He would never let you go, because you were his home and he was yours.
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An Arrangement, chapter 15
A/N: I’M SORRY. And I’m sorry in advance for what I’m about to put you through. DM me for a little help with the therapy-bills.
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Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader
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Chapter 15: All I want
You were stone and marble. Noting hurt, which was even more surprising – the words should have cut you like a knife, but it felt more like a dull ache until there was nothing.
You went outside, letting Henry and his mom talk trough whatever he was planning, and pulled your phone out, dialing Daniella.
“Yes?” She picked up after the third ring.
“I want out.” You said, squeezing the phone in your hand.
“No.” You clenched your jaw.
“No? Why?” She was quiet for a little time before she sighed deeply.
“Your contract is binding. Besides, I thought you had a grand old time.” She sounded spiteful. You bit the inside of your cheek hard enough to taste the metallic of your blood.
“I don’t care. I want out.”
“You can’t. What happened since you want out?” She asked.
“Nothing you need to know about. I’m just done.” Despite the emptiness growing in you by the second, you couldn’t get yourself to do anything to hurt Henry; despite what he might have done to you, unknowingly. He didn’t say it to your face, and it was – under all circumstances, you had been the one listening in.
“Y/N…” She sighed deeply. “I understand that this might be hard for you, and trust me, I wish we could undo all of this, because I don’t necessarily like you. But life is what life does.” You rolled your eyes, your stomach dropping at her words.
“Why don’t you like me?” She coughed a little.
“You’re like the others. There’s money in it and a bit of fame, so excuse me for keeping him safe from that.”
“I don’t want money or fame. I said no to the money.”
“Still went shopping and traveling on his dime, didn’t you?” You sighed.
“Is there any way to get out of this fucking contract?”
“No. You’ve got four months left. If you got issues with that, either take it up with Henry or figure it out.”
“I want separate rooms when we’re traveling.”
“Done.” You hung up and sighed, rubbing your face.
“You okay, love?” His voice sent glowing iron in your body, heating you uncomfortably – it was like a bad reaction to him, like you’d suddenly become allergic to whatever you used to have.
“Don’t.” Your voice was like ice. He sat down next to you, clear confusion on his face.
“What’s going on?” You stared straight ahead, not really seeing.
“Does it matter? I’m nothing.” You said, spitting the words from him in his face. He stiffened next to you.
“I didn’t…”
“Yeah, sure you didn’t.”
“Y/N, I…”
“Don’t. Just… Tell your mom I got sick, whatever. Be honest, for all I fucking care, although it seems like that’s a hard thing for you to be.” You felt sick.
“I’ll be right back, just… Stay here.” You had no intentions of staying, and as soon as he went inside, you jogged away and got inside the first taxi, you ran into, gave the driver the address for the hotel and sat back with sweating palms.
It took a little over an hour for Henry to come to the hotel room, sweating and panting – you were packing your bag, trying to get every single one of the things you had brought into it. You had left the dresses out, not having the stomach to look at them.
“Y/N, where do you go? I came out and you were gone, I…” He stopped talking as he saw your face. “Y/N, I’m so sorry for what you heard, I had…” You huffed.
“No choice? That’s rich.” Your voice was steel and bone, cutting through whatever strings tied you to him, slowly, one by one.
“Y/N…”
“No. I don’t want to hear it. I’m not…” You sighed. “If I had a choice, I’d be halfway home by now. I don’t fucking care what you have to say, I heard plenty.”
“It wasn’t meant for you to hear.” He looked so broken.
“No, it wasn’t. But it was heard anyway.”
“You didn’t hear all of it, and I….” You smiled spitefully at him.
“Did you not hear me? I don’t care.”
“Y/N…”
“No, just… Don’t.” Your voice broke a little.
“Y/N, you need to hear me out, love.” You closed your eyes. It hurt too much to fucking look. “I promise, whatever I said to my mum was only half of it. You didn’t hear it all, and I’m so sorry if I hurt you. I love you.”
“You don’t love me. You barely know me.” You spat. “What’s my mom’s name? My dad’s? Who’s my best friend? My favorite color, foods I hate, foods I like? My comfort-movie? You don’t know me, and you certainly don’t love me. You’ve known me for two and a half months; how could you love me? You love the idea of me, you love the way I make you feel like a big man whos’ worth a damn.” He fell apart in front of you, but the venom on your tongue was too much, spilling out into the air.
“You loved that I was here. You loved to make yourself look a certain way, feel a certain way, but you didn’t love me. If you did, you wouldn’t have said the things you did. I don’t care if you think I heard half, I heard enough.”
“Y/N…” he stepped closer, a tentative step – like you would a wounded animal. “I can’t take what I said back, but I know… You’re hurt, I won’t…” He ran his hands through his hair. “Fuck!” The shout surprised you and you flinched away from him.
“I never wanted you to hear all that. I didn’t mean for you to hear it, and I’m not going to lie and tell you I didn’t say those things, because I did, but… Shit, I’m so sorry.”
“How much was real?” Your voice was clipped, and you wrung the shirt in your hands tightly, trying to steady yourself somehow.
“What?”
“How. Much. Was. Real?” You stepped closer to him now, anger boiling over in you. “Was it real when you told me you didn’t care about the contract? Was it real, when you fucked me, or was I just easily accessible? Was I, or was it just because you couldn’t go out and do anything with anyone else, or you’d lose your fucking job?” You could almost hear the strings between you snap one by one as you stepped closer to him, fire burning in you; he looked like he had been slapped.
“Because it sure as fucking shit was real to me.” You spat it out like an arrow from a bow, whizzing through the air. “It was real to me, and I’d have gone to the ends of the earth for you, but hey, that’s probably the easiest thing to convince a naïve girl to do, right? Fuck, how could I be so goddamned stupid?!” He squared his shoulders and his eyes shot daggers.
“Everything was real to me, you know that! Don’t do this. I’m not here to mend your ego or tell you that I see the world in you, because you should know I do. What you heard was the fucking lie, not what we did or how we were.” He snapped. You chuckled mirthlessly and felt the heat roll from him.
“Spare me from your shitty excuses. I’m done.” He stepped back with wide eyes.
“You’re done?” You glared at him, and something snapped in him. “You’redone? For heaven’s sake, you act like this was nothing! What do you want from me? Begging? I’ll be on my knees, just hear me out before making any rash decisions!” He seethed. You felt the anger disappear into a calm, feelingless nothing, that settled in your very bones as you crossed your arms and looked at him.
“What do I want? All I wanted… All I want…” Your voice was eerily calm. “All I want is for you to be fucking honest. That’s all I wanted. I wanted you to be the man I thought you were, let whatever the hell this was…” You gestured to the empty space between you. “Be real and honest.” Your eyes narrowed at him.
“I can’t even begin to describe what this felt like. Do you have any idea what’s it’s like to abandon everything you’ve ever known, lie to the world and be around a person, you lo…” You sucked in a breath. “To go from that to figuring out that you’ve been lying to yourself more than the world? That the person, you were nothing?” You chuckled, but the sound was knives cutting into his skin.
“You told your mom that you were working on getting me out. Get me out. Daniella wouldn’t let me, so rip the fucking contract, contact whoever you need to, but I’m not going to pretend with you anymore. You certainly couldn’t give me that courtesy, so why should I?”
“You want me to be honest?” He fumed. He looked terrifying as he stood in front of you with darkened eyes.
“I’ll be honest for you, since that’s clearly all you care about. Honesty, right?” He narrowed his eyes at you. “I meant nothing of what I told my mum. I was doing my best to ratify whatever happened, because you’ve got no idea what this fucking slip meant. The engagement?” He chuckled darkly.
“Y/N, you’re acting like a fucking child. I’ve poured myself out in front of you and you act like that meant nothing.” He spat right back. “I was trying to fix whatever is going on, and you’re acting like a murdered your best friend.” He was seething, rage rolling from his shoulders like waves.
“How could you? You don’t even know her.”
And with that, you turned on your heel, grabbed your back and stalked towards the door, before looking back at him.
“Don’t bother trying to convince me that whatever play you played was real to you. You’re an actor, I should’ve expected you to be whoever you thought I and the rest of the world needed you to be. I can see you fully now, and it’s just empty, Henry. Fill the space with thousands of girls, money and fame. I’m not going to fill it anymore.” You opened the door.
“Since I can’t get out of this, you fucking fix it. I’m not going to look at you for a second more than I need to, and I promise you, the second the contract is null and void or we’re done with this charade, you won’t see me again. Since I was nothing to you, might as well go back to being the same again, right?”
“Y/N…” You didn’t let him finish before slamming the door behind you. The receptionist gave you your new room key, and you hurried to it, keeping bile and tears back – you were not going to cry. Not now, not over him, not over your heart feeling like it had turned to dust.
As you locked the door behind you and threw your bag to the ground, you exhaled a shaky breath and felt the treacherous tears threatening to spill. You clenched your jaw, willing them to stay inside.
Your phone rang.
“Yes?” Your voice was dead.
“What did you do?” Daniella sounded like she was about to have a heart attack. “I told you to get this under control, not fucking ruin it further. You don’t think you’ve done enough damage with the goddamn engagement-lie? Do you have any idea how badly you screwed over me, him and yourself? How hard it’s going to be to get this sorted?” You didn’t and you didn’t care.
“No, and it doesn’t matter.”
“It fucking does matter. You better be on top of your game, because there’s no way to move anything about this contract, trust me, I’ve tried. I’d sell my soul to the devil himself if it meant I never have to hear your goddamn voice again, but here we are.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, sitting down on the bed. You had a hard time breathing and you felt as if an elephant stood on your lungs, compressing them completely.
“It means that you’ve got four months more. Have fun with that since you’ve ruined whatever goodwill was between the two of you.” Daniella seethed.
“You’re going to go to events, act like you’re in love and happy and when the four months are up, you can quietly go back to your shitty life. Although, it won’t be quiet anymore, because now it’s not just a breakup, no, it’s a called off engagement that we’ve gotta deal with. You have to deal with that for years.”
“I didn’t…”
“Yeah, you didn’t think that through, did you, sweetheart? Be ready to fly in two days. I fucking hope you’re a good actor.”
You sat still, the now silent phone in your hand and you finally allowed yourself to cry.
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Christmas present from the pooch
Characters: Henry Cavill x reader
Words: 713
Warnings: BOOP the FLOOF
Author's note: the header for this story was made by @winter2112rose . Thank you for letting my join the challenge.
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It was late at night when the both of you came home.
You have just spent Christmas Eve with his family and you were exhausted.
The good kind of exhausted though.
This evening left you completely satisfied. Both food and gift wise. The dinner his mom made was delicious . And both of you had received the most loveliest of gifts.
So did Kal. It was almost like he was the guest of honor tonight. He got loads of attention from the whole Cavill clan. And he loved all of it.
After you helped do the dishes and cleaned up Henry drove you back home.
Stepping over the threshold the first thing you did, besides taking off your coat, was freeing your feet from the shoes you had on. While you did that, Henry went to the kitchen to get Kal some freshwater and new food before he would join you.
You were about to head up the stairs when you heard Henry's voice coming from the living room.
"Love?" He said. "Could you come over here for a second?"
When you reached the living room you saw him standing there with a box present in hand and Kal by his side.
You were surprised to see a present in his hands. Because you were sure you had all of them.
"How did that one get there? I thought we brought every single one of them with us?"
" I guess we didn't." Henry said and he moved the box in his hands looking at it from all sides. Giving you a mysterious grin.
He then suddenly stopped moving the box. He looked at you and read out loud.
"For y/n. From Santa."
He handed the box to you and sure enough your name was written on there.
You gave him a confused look while unpacking it.
There you saw a little box. Inside there was a note. And in "Santa's" handwriting it said.
Find the pouch that belongs inside this box on the collar of the pooch.
This made you chuckle as you went down and sat on your knees.
Rubbing Kals fur and reaching for the collar. There you found the pouch
"Why Kal, did you get a present for me as well? Silly boy, you did not have to get me anything."
Kal barked while he looked at Henry as if to say " I didn't. He did.".
You untied the pouch from the collar and reached inside
While doing so Henry had come down and sat on his knees as well.
You took, what looked like a smaller pouch out of the bigger one.
You mumbled somewhat annoyed while opening the little pouch.
"This better not be a gag gift Cavill. Because I swear if it is I ...."
As soon as you saw what was inside you went silent. You started tearing up and when you raised your head you saw that Henry's eyes had done the same.
"Is this? Are you? Henry!"
He nodded his head and took the ring from you.
He let out a big breath and with an emotion filled voice and little trembling hands he spoke.
"My dear y/n. You are the one who I have been searching for. You came into my life when I least expected it. Or should I say our lives. Because I know Kal loves you at least as much as I do. You're my love, my life, my safest place to hide when I need one. You are my present and now I am asking to become my future. Will you marry me?"
By the time he finished the tears had started streaming down your face.
You let out a resounding yes and watched as he placed the ring on your finger.
He moved closer to you and kissed you passionately. And before it could go any further you felt something wet and warm on your face.
It was Kal who wanted to join the party.
Both of you laughed.
Henry helped you to your feet and held your hand while you headed for the stairs. Kal leading the way.
This was the start of a new chapter in your lives.
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Wolfie’s Fic Recs | Dad!Fics
DAD!FICS - Henry and his characters with kids, wanting kids, making kids. That’s it. That’s this list.
Author’s note: My sincere apologies for how crazy long this list has gotten 😂 It’s like the whole fandom is agreeing on one thing: this man needs a baby ASAP. Also, thank you dear @littlefreya for your ever wonderful suggestions!
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With Henry
Single dad Henry is trying to figure out a hair tutorial to please his 4-year old, and it’s the most adorable thing ever. With Flowers In Her Hair by @wanna-do-bad-things
Single dad Henry kinda hittin’ on da nanny? Picture Perfect by @fun-with-jane is a short fic series that’ll get you kinda hot, and kinda bothered (the slow burn..ARGH)
Getting you pregnant is, apparently, a very VERY exact science including honey-wine-&-cookies.. baby. Freyja Dag by @geek-eat-repeat
And don’t forget about timing! THE TIMING! Let’s Make One Of Our Own is the sweaty hot smut you might just crave (am I the only one ovulating right now?), fic by @littlefreya.
Sometimes it’s also just a situation of super sperm, followed by an “oopsie baby”. And when two bullheaded fuckbuddies-to-be-parents are involved, things can get pretty ..engaging: The Rules Of Engagement by @ladyreapermc (multi-chapter).
Or perhaps it’s a situation of Henry and his untameable Hunger, by @littlefreya (yes, it’s breeeeding smut my lassies -- again, forgive me for I am thirsty)
Pregnancy ain’t always sunshine and rainbows. There’s also a lot of change and self-doubt. But that’s nothing some coconut oil and love can’t fix, in Two Months by @littlefreya
There’s a lotttt of first times with having children, which in turn will probably give quite a few heart Flutters for poor protective dad Henry. By @littlefreya
And he’s not just protective, he’s also pretty observant. This Cute Little Drabble makes you wonder when you last bought tampons... by @toomanystoriessolittletime
Newborns? They can be a little fussy. But again, daddy bear is here to fix it! Everything I Ever Wanted by @fuckoffbard
With the brood expanding, it’s getting a little difficult to garner the ever-craved attention of momma bear in This Is War by @cruelfvkingsummer
And when mom isn’t home? Well..the question arises what happened to all the cookies.. Daddy’s day by @angrythingstarlight
Okay, one more by @angrythingstarlight because I couldn’t choose: Baby Talk
And Henry’ll learn soon enough that changing your facial hair should go with a disclaimer. Especially when toddlers are involved. Daddy Who? by @viking-raider
And facial hair also reminds me of this fic; Domestic Life by @writernerd23 (-> “Your face is scratchy, Daddy.” <- CUTE)
The Accidental Family by me. A domestic sad-fluffy short series about memory loss -- After a motorcycle accident, Henry suddenly finds himself living the life he always dreamed of. There’s only one small hitch; he can’t remember how he got here.
And to carry on with the more sad fluff-stuff. How would Henry deal with the less rosy parts of trying to have children - like miscarriage? Negative is a beautiful fic that got me balling my eyes out and you should definitely read it if you’re in the need for some sad, sad fluff. By @oddduckthatgirl
Perhaps things didn’t quite go as planned - whatever the plan was. This sad-to-fluff fic brings you on the rollercoaster of extremely sad to fuzzy warm and happy. Better Off by @toomanystoriessolittletime
More tear-jerkers? 😭Falling Again by @deathonyourtongue follows struggling AU dad!Henry as bills keep piling and the loss of his wife haunts his every waking moment.
Back to the fun stuff - *chants* Rugby dad! Rugby dad! I couldn’t pick just one from the extensive list of rugby dad Henry fics by @hlkwrites and @achaoticaugust - let’s be honest; this should be a genre on its own, so here’s a few:
Henry Cavill, The Rugby Dad Part 2 (smut, daddy kink) I laughed perhaps a tad too loud at the drunk make-out session on the front lawn - here’s some short sexy rugby dad Henry drabbles.
A Rugby Dad’s Guide To Injury Time (smut) I just love smut when it slow, sensual and JUST a tiny bit awkward because you’re on the couch and someone’s leg is in a cast 😜
A Rugby Dad’s Guide To The Off Season (smut) And after the hard toil of keeping a family up and running, it might just be time for a hot (tub) little break
With Sy
A few short, golden moments in becoming first-time parents with Sy - including skin-to-skin daddy cuddles - what else do you want? Evermore by @hauntedelation is a fluffy fic that gets me all kinds of fuzzy inside.
Talking “short” golden moments..this one includes one short reader, a coffee mug and one teasing oaf-of-a-bear Syverson. (smut) Of Short Girls And High Shelves by my fellow Lisa, also known as @killjoy-assbutt-1112 (hi girl!)
Cankles, have never been so hot a subject to talk about as they are in this lovely fic by @crimsonrae: Cigarettes and Morning Breath
And before you know it, you have a whole brood. Will that stop Sy? Meh..probably not. Fourth Time’s The Charm by @cruelfvkingsummer
And once he HAS a daughter? Woof! Dad Syverson is probably just a LITTLE bit too overprotective. But that’s nothing a daughter-dad weekend can’t fix. Daddy Syverson by @connieisland
Imagine this: one big chunky Captain Syverson and one tiny, tiny babygirl cradled in his arms. Are you melting yet? Siobhán is just the cutest little fic, by @littlefreya
We really want Sy to get a daughter huh? And that’ll be particularly funny when daughter sweet becomes old enough for Prom Night -- we’ll be back with overprotective daddy Sy who is ever stubborn, but also ever sweet. By @littlefreya
Onto the holidays: Santa brings back home a 5-year old’s one true wish in Santa Letter Wish by @lovelycavills
And sometimes? You wish the babe would wait JUST a few days before getting born. Christmas, Baby by @its--fandom--darling
Now. To finish off the Sy vibes; are you perhaps in the need of one heck of a good series? Willow Run is one of the first series I read here on Tumblr and it is SO GOOD. I won’t blab and just let you read ❤️ you won’t regret it. By @deathonyourtongue
With Geralt
Geralt, Destiny, one stubborn girl and the Law of Surprise - it’s a recipe for great adventures and funny grumpy dad!Geralt moments. This wonderful multichap fic A Soldier’s Daughter is written by @viking-raider
I know it’s canonically impossible for a Witcher to get anyone pregnant (due to the Trial of the Grasses). But you know..if ..and when..and maybe..then: A Gentle Soul by @killjoy-assbutt-1112
With Marshall
Some mild roleplaying, rough smutiness and unexpected news make this love-making sesh a wild-wild ride. Heart Of Darkness by @littlefreya
Sleepless is a wonderful multichap fic with Marshall x single!mom reader. @feralrunaway gives you awkward barbecue chat and protective Marshall being ever protective. There’s no masterlist, so here’s (I think) all the chapters: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6
Can you imagine big hunky chunk Marshall being worried when you get all teared up with emotion? Baby Blues gives you allll the cute caring dad!Marshall you need. By @the-soot-sprite
With August
A child born out of love and chaos, is all August craves when he comes back home. Mother Of Murder by @littlefreya (smut)
Bad guys, accidental babies and *BOOM* suddenly it’s not just you who calls August “daddy” ((pun intended here, please don’t hate me 😂)) Surprise, surprise.. by @maya-the-cute-ass-bee
And once such that surprise happens, August knows one thing for sure: he’d burn the whole world to a crisp if anything was to happen to you and his unborn child. In this Imagine by @littlefreya
With Napoleon
Sobs, cries and accidentally getting pregnant by spies ((the puns are getting worse, I swear I’ll show myself out in a bit)). On a serious note though: this multi-chapter is an angsty rollercoaster with a tinge of fluff by @coloraturadiva - A Mistake
With Sherlock
Dad!Sherlock fics are surprisingly hard to find, but here’s one: Promises by @zodiyack is a bit of a modern interpretation of a Victorian household, and it sure as hell is delightful!
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WEW! That was a LONG list - wonderful work dear fic writers! And, as ever; if you have any good recommendations that fit in this list, please add in the comments or reblog! ❤️
( Fan art by me 😊)
#henry cavill fanfiction#fic recommendations#rpf#dad!henry#dad!syverson#dad!sy#dad!geralt#dad!marshall#dad!august#dad!napoleon#dad!sherlock#wolfie's fic recs
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I posted 366 times in 2022
That's 334 more posts than 2021!
207 posts created (57%)
159 posts reblogged (43%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@imyourbratzdoll
@cevansbrat0007
@sweetsbfreex
@evansbby
@wndawtch
I tagged 121 of my posts in 2022
#romance - 101 posts
#chris evans x reader - 89 posts
#chris evans imagine - 86 posts
#chris evans fanfiction - 83 posts
#chris evans - 83 posts
#chris evans oneshot - 58 posts
#henry cavill x reader - 28 posts
#henry cavill imagine - 25 posts
#henry cavill - 24 posts
#henry cavill fanfiction - 23 posts
Longest Tag: 29 characters
#chris evans x pregnant!reader
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
The Summer I Met You
pairing: Chris Evans x Shy!Reader
Summary:Chris meets Shy Reader. The reader is traveling with girlfriends and is mostly ignored and turned on. Such as eating less or talking more. Chris can't look at it more and goes there and says that the reader is beautiful (Req by Anon)
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It was the summer of 2018, a time where Y/n found herself on holiday with some of her friends from high school, granted they weren’t as close before but Y/n couldn’t find it in her heart to say no. Thing is though, a group of guys were coming with them. Stephanie's older brother and his friends, which only made Y/n's social battery already start to sputter.
Arriving at their beach resort on Hawaii, the group of girls and guys got all their luggage, hotel room keys and headed to get settled in. Y/n carried in her small suitcase for the 7 day vacation, the smell of the salt water nearby already heightening her sense in a good way, she always loved being close to nature.
“Ya need any help?” She heard a deep Bostonian accent ask, looking up to see one of the guys on the trip with them, Chris Evans.
Before Y/n could even reply Grace had already spoken for her, “Nah don’t bother with her Chris, she won’t speak to you, that girl’s basically mute”
‘Here it all starts’ Y/n thought to herself, deciding to ignore them all and head on up to her room, if we was going to be on holiday then she was going to enjoy herself.
Her room was beautifully decorated, flower petals all over the place, courtesy of the hotel staff. Y/n has begun unpacking her phone buzzed,
Vacray GC 2022!!
Stephanie: Ok yall meet at 7pm for the dinner downstairs? Until then do what your heart desires :)
Everyone had replied with ‘okays’ so throwing her phone, Y/n got out the tiny notebook she brought with her, there she had written down all the things she wanted to do in Hawaii. Things the others didn’t want to do.
1. Snorkelling
With her bathing suit already on under her tshirt and shorts, all she had to do was gather her valuables and off Y/n went.
(Y/n’s P.O.V)
Closing my hotel room behind me, I bumped into one solid mass, only to hear it grunt right back at me.
“Y/n right?” Rubbing my forehead I looked up to see Chris from earlier, a charming smile on his face, a backwards cap pulling his hair back.
“U-uh yeah, you’re Chris?” I said avoiding eye contact, seemingly finding the floor more interesting than his intimidating dark blue eyes.
“Are you joinin us with the spa massages Stephanie booked?” He asked crossing his arms over his chest, see somehow only us two were put onto this floor, making it that more awkward knowing no one could interrupt this.
“Spa massages?”
“Yeah the one she sent us? She sent the invites separately”
I knew this was going to happen. I was only brought along to be the butt of their jokes, something I expected but was used to. I was not going to waste this vacation
“Uh no. No i’m not. I have my own list” I smiled holding up the tiny blue notepad in my hand, letting him read it when he reached up for it, his eyes concentrating on every single word.
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Mischievous Monkey
pairing: Dad!Chris Evans x Mom!Reader
summary: After a routine family nap, a certain little Evans gets up to harmless no good deeds
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The mid winter afternoon sun spilled into warm living room, casting a soft orange glow over the snoring family. Chris Evans and his family were definitely one to take family naps on the daily, consisting of both his toddler Ellie and wife Y/n.
With an air mattress on the living room floor packed with blankets and pillows, and of course stuffies Ellie refused to sleep without, Elmer the giraffe. Chris lay on his back with one arm folded behind his head, another arm tucking his dear wife into his side and baby Ellie had taken it upon herself to sleep on top of her daddy’s chest.
“mmm” Ellie whimpered nuzzling her head further into her dad’s bare chest, her tiny hands clutching onto one of her mother’s fingers while the other had stuck a thumb into her own mouth for comfort. Dressed in her favourite bambi t-shirt dress, the three year old began to stir from her nap. Letting go of her momma’s finger and thumb, she lifted her head up cutely looking lost, almost forgetting where she was.
Using her diapered bottom as a cushion, the three year old slid off her daddy’s chest, landing with a bounce onto the air mattress. Ellie's specks of brown hair stood up in all directions, her face still puffy from her sweet nap.
“hmph” Looking around she felt bored but didn’t want to venture too far from her parents' side, not when there were boogie monsters hiding somewhere in the house. Her wide eyes looked around the room hopelessly, until a shiny thing by her daddy’s head caught her eye, his phone.
Stumbling to her feet, she tottered over and grabbed the phone with her hands, quiet squeals leaving her when the screen lit up. The three year old checked up on her parents, to see them now snuggling further into each other, oblivious to the antics their baby was getting up to while they snoozed. In fact Y/n now had one leg wrapped around Chris' waist with one arm around his torso, with both Chris' arms wrapping around his wife.
Little Ellie now felt left out and decided to do what she did best, cuddle. Trying to crawl into her parent’s arms seemed impossible, huffing out of her pouty lips she just sat staring at them both. Until the shiny thing once again caught her eye, her interest went further when she recognised the numbers from 1-9 on the screen, something her mom had spent time trying to teach her before kindergarten.
Pressing a wide spread of different numbers that peaked her interest, she got into what looked like a screen with multiple icons and squares, her dad’s homescreen.
“Oo birdie” She whispered seeing a blue icon with a white bird, reminding her of the times she had seen tweetie bird while watching Baby Looney Tunes with her parents during bottle time. She furrowed her brows when a complicated looking thing came up, all types of words and symbols all over the place. ‘messy’ she thought
Seeing the only thing she recognised was a ‘+’ button she decided to press it, with the alphabet coming up underneath giving her free reign to type whatever her heart felt content with. Starting with her ABCs typed out, she smiled proudly to herself before seeing the suggested words pop up above the keyboard.
Ellie clicked rapidly watching an abundance of words pop up onto the screen instantly bringing her tons of joy.
She only felt it was right to press the tick in the corner, thinking it meant she was correct, not realising she had posted it to Chris' 16 million twitter followers. Dropping the phone when she felt her father’s arm wrap around her waist,
“What are you doin up monkey?”
(Chris' P.O.V)
My eyes flickered open, my wife’s head tucked into my neck, with both my arms around her. Placing a soft kiss onto her forehead I turned my head to see my little princess facing away from me,
“What are you doin up monkey?”
“Nofin dada” Ellie replied cutely, my arms bringing her to sit atop my chest, her cute toothy smile making my heart swell with happiness.
To my side I felt Y/n pepper soft kisses onto my neck, signalling that she too was starting to wake up slowly. Sporting that same dazed look as Ellie, my wife lifted up her head and looked around before settling her head on my chest with a soft smile on her face.
“Hey baby” Y/n croaked out, bringing up a hand to cup Ellie's face as she nuzzled into it.
“C'mere love” Y/n cooed shifting over to create a small space between us, Ellie's face lightening up as she hurried to shuffle into the crevice. Her head laying on my torso, with half her body leaning on mine, Y/n’s arms kept around her waist affectionately.
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#3
My Wife, My Love
pairing: Construction!BF!Chris x GF!Reader
Summary: with y/n taking a new job across town, her hunk of a man pays her a steamy visit, and big decisions are made
can be read as part of build up
Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 8 years younger and is in early 20s), dirty talk, spit, breast play, penetration, breeding kink, slight humiliation, squirting, oral
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(Y/n's P.O.V)
Ever since I had met Chris all those months ago, we had honestly been texting non stop even though I had started a new job as a chef a whole town away. I was missing his cute handsome face, and the way he just loved on me.
After throwing out the rest of food I couldn’t bare to finish, I just sat staring at the dull ass grey walls of my apartment, the atmosphere itself just draining. Sure there were a few family pictures laying about the place and mementos, but nothing ever beats being back home where everything you know is.
With the occasional sext and visit from Chris I was able to get by, although he did say I was not to touch what was his and I was not going to go against that
Even though my pa strongly disapproved of us, mostly due to the age gap, I did not let that waver my decision of seeing Chris. I'm in love with this man.
*Knock Knock*
Letting out a massive sigh I opened the door to see a massive bouquet of flowers being pushed to my face, before I saw a head poke out from the side.
"CHRIS?!" I squealed grabbing the flowers and setting them on the table by the door, jumping straight into his arms, a deep chuckle reverberating through his chest as he brought us inside.
“Well don’t ya look all pretty? Don’t suppose you were dressin' up for someone else were ya sugar?” He teased setting me on one of my bar stools in the kitchen, his hands not letting go of my waist.
“Nuh uh, was jus' thinkin bout you” I replied bitting my lip smirking back at him, his beard had grown and so had his hair, giving him a more matured sexy look.
“Oh yeah? what was you thinkin’ about?”
He inquired leaning in closer to me, his hands situating themselves onto my thighs to rub onto them softly. “Just thinkin thoughts” I said dismissively kicking my legs back and forth.
“Alright alright I won’t push ya, but I got somethin for ya” He laughed taking off his backpack, that’s when my eyes were glued to what he was wearing. A white tight polo shirt that accentuated his body, along with a pair of black trackies, how was this my man?
“This is for you when i’m not around” He said pulling out a brown teddy bear, dressed in construction work, it even had the name tag Chris on it.
“Aw Chris” I pouted taking the furry thing into my arms and hugging it dearly, hell he even sprayed it with his citrus cologne.
“You’re so sweet” I cooed looking up at the older man who I now had wrapped around my finger. Setting the teddy onto the counter behind me, I brought my hand up to behind his neck and pulled him down for his lips to meet mine.
My soft pink ones being pressed against his, it wasn’t long before I felt his tongue probing at my lips to open them, which he did. His teeth clashing against mine as his tongue ravaged my mouth, both of our lips now shiny with saliva as he pulled away smirking.
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#2
Flashed a Tit
pairing: Husband!Chris x Pregnant!Reader
Summary: Y/n finds a way to win over an argument with Chris, with the help of her tits ‼️Spicy fluff‼️
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“Y/n didn’t I tell you not to go out to the shop on your own?! Especially now that you’re showing” Chris shouted pacing around the kitchen, his hands ruffling roughly through his hair whilst he got Y/n a glass of milk. Poor Y/n sat on one of the stools in their kitchen, clutching the packet of chocolate chips to her chest tightly; her 7 month bump proudly popped.
“But I just wanted some cookies n’ I didn’t want to wake you, you’ve just gotten home Chris” She argued setting the cookies onto the cold marble counter, watching her husband aggressively open the fridge and pull out the carton.
“Y/n you know that I would go above and beyond for you, I don’t care if i’ve just ran across the world twice, I don’t want you on your own out there” He grumbled pouring out the last of the milk before throwing the carton into the recycling trash bin, his face still slightly red from when he was really angry when Y/n first came in.
“I’m sorry Chrissy” Y/n pouted tugging on her husband’s shirt, to no avail, he instead handed her the glass of milk and opened her cookies for her.
“Nope i’m allowed to be angry for at least 20 more minutes” He groaned walking to the other side of the kitchen, putting away the stuff he had brought out. Y/n felt herself smile slightly when she got this amazing idea, that same morning she had seen tiktok trends of girlfriends flashing their boyfriends during an argument.
“Ya know I still can’t believe you did that-“
With his back turned away from her, Y/n put her hair behind her shoulders, “Chris look here” She said, immediately pulling up his shirt she was wearing, revealing both of her now swollen breasts to him.
Chris' eyes just widened and his mouth opened in shock, his sentence lost in his throat as a small smile slowly found its way onto his face.
“Ya can’t jus' do that bunny, that isn’t fair” He groaned, his teeth biting onto his bottom lip to keep his smile small. His eyes following her as she pulled down his shirt to cover herself up again, smirking to herself she turned to face her treats once again, knowing she had won.
“Hm well are you still mad at me?” She asked,
“God no, are ya kiddin? Just saw my wife’s tits” He laughed walking over, picking up one of Y/n's cookies, and dipping it in milk before feeding it to her. His heart going a thousand miles an hour when he saw her wiggle in her seat, enjoying one of her many midnight snacks which had become a daily routine now.
“Baby can you get some marshmallows?”
“I don’t know bunny, might be too-“
Before Chris could protest again, Y/n had pulled up her shirt again, Chris' eyes falling to her chest causing him to sigh.
“No honey, it’s not gonna work twice in a row in one night” He groaned closing his eyes and shaking his head,
“Not even if I let ya touch them?” She teased giving him a little shake of her chest,
“I-Uh damn okay fine, but it’s gotta be a long one ok?”
“Fine by me baby” Y/n smiled watching her husband grab the mallows, he gave her one hell of a wet kiss before passing over her newly acquired marshmallows. His eyes trained on the globes under her shirt,
“Honey-“
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My #1 post of 2022
That ass though
pairing: Husband!Dad!Chris x Short!Wife!Mom!Reader
Summary: Y/n is on another one of her missions of teasing Chris, everyone knows he’s an ass man, but who knew leggings had so much power?
Warnings: Smut
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“Look Noah, it’s mama” Chris said holding up Noah's hand to wave it at his momma, Noah's face widening with a smile as his arms stretched out for Y/n to hold him.
“Woah hold on, when did ya get these?” Chris asked his wife smirking slightly, his fingers looping themselves inside her waistband to tug her closer to him. Noah who was in her arms had his head tucked into the crook of her neck, his arms barely wrapping around her due to how small he still was.
“Hmm what do you mean?” Y/n asked playing coy, her hands smoothing over the top of Noah’s head, his tiny coos filling the kitchen.
“I think you know what I mean baby, lookin' good enough to eat over here” He groaned suddenly groping her ass aggressively, even slapping it just to watch it jiggle in his palm, God was he mesmerised.
“Stop it Chris, your son’s here” Y/n laughed padding about the kitchen, trying to lull the clearly restless Noah into a soft sleep. Before Chris took Noah out of her arms and said he was off to put him down in his crib for a while, although we all know he had an ulterior motive.
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“I’m a lucky man” Chris groaned sipping on a cold beer, leaning on the edge of the counter just watching his wife move about the kitchen gracefully.
“Chris I didn’t actually think you’d like them this much? I mean Nancy said it worked wonders but- OW”
Y/n squealed jumping up a little, Chris’ hands coming behind her to give her one hell of a spank, I mean she always knew he was an ass man. We all knew. Turning around to face him, Y/n felt herself swoon at his charming smile and the animalistic growls coming from his mouth as he grabbed and kneaded her ass.
“What’d ya say we get that ass outta those leggings and we can have some fun before our baby wakes up? Man I just love your fuckin’ body” He whispered, his hands grabbing onto her love handles gently, his lips pressing an affection kiss onto her forehead.
“Well I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have a little fun, how fast do you think you can cum?”
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(Chris' P.O.V)
“Come on Chrissy, give it back” my wife moaned as I gently slid my hardened cock out of her slippery fuck hole, the sounds of her sopping wet cunt filling the room. Her eyes half lidded with her hands intertwined with mine, her hips slowly started to roll against the air.
Slapping my cock on her swollen lips, I heard her wince and whimper, her beautiful tits sitting there perked up looking pretty.
“Come on baby, look at your pretty puffy pussy, knew I missed her” I taunted slowly pushing myself back in, her breath getting caught in her throat as her hands now held onto my forearms which were by my stomach.
“Look at me. Be a good girl, and cum on my fat cock”
(Y/n's P.O.V)
Chris slammed his hips repeatedly into mine, whispering things like “my beautiful perfect wife, all pretty for me to worship”
My arms now linked around his neck, my eyes starting to close due to the immense pleasure coursing through my body.
"Your body is fucking perfect. I'm obsessed with it. I'm not cumming until you do. So, cum for me."
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Amy Adams was saying how much her kid was in love with Henry. Single Mom Actress!Reader runs into the same problem. She has a four year old who keeps trying to pull moves on her costar. She will cat call him— “C’mere cutie!” “Looking so handsome.” “Those some nice shoes!”
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𝘾.𝙀. – Smut [I]
mostly PWP; one shots, drabbles and headcanons.
Read the warnings for each fic.
Organized by author.
← 𝘣𝘢𝘤�� 𝘵𝘰 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘌𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵
@afriendlyblackhottie -
Anytime, Anywhere
[Bratty] [Thinking Of Me]
Cozy
Don't Mess With My... - video vixen!reader
Mine. Yours.
Only You
Presents
[Shut Up] [Streets]
Two Timer - chris evans x black!reader x henry cavill
WAP
@agentofbarnes -
5AM
breeding kink
crush
dumb
Jealous, Cap?
making chris painfully hard
news week
the evans effect
@angryschnauzer -
Overnight - mechanic!chris
Pitching Tents - chris evans x reader x henry cavill
@angrythingstarlight -
Bikini Bottoms
Drabble - Chris taking you home to MA...
Get Comfy
Happy Thanksgiving
Sinday Drabble - exhibitionism kink
Take It All Off
Vacation Mornings
@awhitewolfandhisvibraniumshield - the set up
@balenciagabucky - schoolin life
@barney-james -
Lips n' Hips
Provoked
@bluemusickid -
Irresistible - pregnant!reader
Strangers in the Night - bodyguard!chris
@bucksfucks -
Beer, Football, & Blowjobs
Mile High
sunday football
@buckyownsmylife -
Do I Wanna Know? - pregnant!reader
Follow you
Worst Behaviour - famous!reader
you have sex at a party
@candy-and-writing - Show me Some Moves
@chanelfaerie - demesne
@cherienymphe - None Of Your Concern - famous!reader, dub-con
@chrisevansjellybeans - Mine
@cloudystevie -
mean daddy! Chris punishing bratty reader
softer than the satin was the night - DDLG
the devil’s trap
thirst tweets
@dadplease -
better than the books. - assistant!reader
first touch [1] [2] - virgin!reader
something different, something new
gotta have you, all of you.
@evansweaters - don't be fucking rude - enemies with benefits
@fairyevans - Eventual Punishments - DDLG
@feral-dumbass -
I Love Playin’ With Fire
Somebody to Love
@harrylovex -
Ashamed
Man in a Suit
@iguessweallcrazyithinktho - Bathroom & mirror
@imanuglywombat - Dirty Dancing
@just-the-hiddles - Kitchen Sex
@labella420 -
[Log Off] [Digital] [IRL (In Real Life)] - single dad!chris x single mom!reader
Squirm
Take A Peek - with sebastian stan x reader
@lahyene - Gucci Guilty. - famous!reader
@mypoisonedvine -
A Lesson Earned is a Lesson Learned - daddy!chris evans x daddy!sebastian stan x little!reader
asking chris to try anal
@nsfwsebbie -
And I'll Cry If I Want To - DDLG, slight dub con, daddy kink
you better not shout, better not cry. - dark, dark!sebastian stan x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader, dark!lee bodecker x reader, dark!charles blackwood x reader, dark!chris evans x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!ransom drysdale x reader, dark!andy barber x reader.
@ozarkthedog -
A Teal Crushed Velvet Ride
Don't Look Away
One For The Road
Proviso - CEO!chris evans x reader, andy barber x reader
[fluff: Retaliation: The Beginning] [smut: Retaliation: The Aftermath]
Shotgunning with Chris Evans
Tethered
@punani -
chris breeding kink blurb
my girl
Sweet, St. Catherine
@rogersaurora - Breath
@royallyprincesslilly -
Buzz, Buzz—Buzz, Buzz
Focus On Me
If You Want It Come and Get It - famous!reader
Use It
@sunflowerbunny3 - Boston Cream - DDLG
@sweater-daddiesdumbdork -
Chris eating you out and calling you dumb baby
[fluff: Chris goes out with friends and drunk texts you.] [smut: Hangover Cure]
@theblvckvenus - Tonight's Show
@vocalharry - Disobeying Wife
@worksby-d - 103. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.” 115. “Don’t ruin the sofa.” “I’ll just have to cum inside you then.”
@youre-deadangel - good girls and skype calls
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Lady Of The House Pt. 2 (Henry x Reader)
Heyyyyyy, so I finally finished this part, please let me know if you want to see more of this. Enjoy!
Part one
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After the delicious breakfast Henry and (y/n) had he told her that they must attend a charity event that his brother was throwing. She always enjoyed those types of outings with him, she liked the attention and how Henry would proudly show her off and twirl her around the dancefloor, Henry always made her feel wanted and appreciated. However with that type of short notice, she was left running around her wardrobe room with Jennette and Angelina on her side, trying to pick an outfit, it wasn't like she didn't have any, but she always wanted to be perfect, the Cavill family had accepted her but not without difficulties, at the end of the day they all saw her as this little shiny toy Henry would dispose at some point.
"What about this? It still has the tag on it"
Angelina spoke lightly holding up the extravagant green gown Henry had bought her one day, she had mentioned her favorite designer so the next day Henry sent her 8 different gowns that he liked.
Angelina was new to the roaster, Jennette (y/n) quickly came to the realization that a few of the maids and butlers were giving out information about (y/n) to Henry's mom, she was a wonderful lady when (y/n) was around because she saw her as just a girlfriend and not the wife, so they swiftly got replaced. (Y/n) approached Angelina and let her fingers trace the fabric as she turned to look at Jennette.
"Isn't the slit a bit too much for a family event?"
"I think it's finally time for you to make this statement... miss Cavill"
(Y/n) giggled at the name, Jennette liked calling her that as a small joke and a reminder that she is now the lady of this house. (Y/n) was always a big personality but this life made her feel small and uncertain. She bit her lip before she started nodding to herself, Angelina smiled in triumph due to feeling accomplished with finding the dress for (y/n).
"Angelina help miss (y/n) put the dress on, I'll be downstairs if you need me"
"Yes miss jennette"
As (y/n) started to take off her robe to slip on the right dress, jennette walked out of the master bedroom and towards the entrance of the house, that's where Mister Henry was waiting for his lady. Jennette was curious about the reason he had asked to see her privately to talk about (y/n).
she wasn't worried about it though, Jennette had a good feeling about this since everyone could clearly see how madly in love he was with her, he had brought other women home in the past yet they were never introduced to the staff, they had remained anonymous visitors. She slowly walked down the marble stairs while Mister Henry was standing in front of a mirror, fixing his tie.
"You asked to see me sir?"
"Yes Jennette"
His tone of voice was light as a feather, kind and melodic as he finally rearranged himself and took his eyes off his reflection and turned to Jennette who was patiently waiting close to him.
"How's (y/n) been doing?"
"She is finally getting comfortable, Angelina has been helping with making her feel in charge"
Henry slowly nodded as a ghost of a smile on his lips. He remembered how scared she was in the beginning, how she would stutter while talking to the staff or some days she wouldn't even leave the bed until he came home. He could recognize how much she has flourished and rose to the occasion. He was so thankful when (y/n) started to smile while talking to him about Jennette, she needed an ally and now Angelina was another soldier
"I'm going to ask her to marry me"
Jennette gasped in a happy demeanor and started to clap fastly with her fingers while her palms remained together. Henry was aware how close the two of them had grown to become, Lady Jennette has been around his family since he was a young adult, when he first started getting involved in the "family business".
however all his brothers had kids and a wife, (y/n) was the only woman he could see a future with, just the thought of her with a big round belly made him feel all warm and fuzzy, he felt alive next to her and her presence never left his mind, he had a reason to keep living and working. As soon as he had laid eyes on her that night he stayed at the hotel she was working at he just had to have her, it was almost compelling
"Of course you can't tell her"
"I would never dream of such a thing sir"
Before Henry could speak he heard the door of his bedroom open, along with giggles that probably came from Angelina and (y/n). Both of them waited for her to turn the corner and appear.
(Y/n) felt his eyes on her as soon as she stepped at the top of the stairs. Jennette was smiling at the sight of her while Henry remained silent. Angelina helped her lift up her dress ever so slightly so she can take the steps down without a problem. You could hear her heels click on the well polished floor. Ever since she met him the look he gave her every time he saw her was addictive, she felt like the most beautiful woman in the world when he gave her this intense look that scanned her body.
"If the slit is too much I can go change"
"You look stunning my love"
He reassured her and walked to her. His hands immediately found hers and her raised one to his lips to place a gentle kiss on her knuckles while never breaking eye contact. She smiled back and instinctively she filled the space between them so she could hug him, his cologne made her feel safe knowing that he was there was the most comforting idea.
After a few moments she pulled away but their hands remained intertwined. Every single time they had to attend a family event he could sense her anxiety, at any other gala she was right at home but when it came to his family she looked like a kid going through school exams.
"Don't be nervous love"
"I'm not nervous"
She quickly shot back in defense. She could tell that he wasn't convinced, yet he chose to let it go, acknowledging the fact that pushing her more would only do more damage than good. Her hair was down and styled to perfection, her make up was done to bring out her beauty even more, she looked like a true goddess coming to bless the mortals.
"Don't wait for us jennette"
"Yes sir. Have a good night"
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The car ride was spent by (y/n) looking out the window while her one hand traced her necklace and the other held Henry's, he chose to silently support her. He could comprehend how scary his family could be for an outsider, of course they were nice when she was around but (y/n) was no fool, she noticed the quick side eyes and the few whispers when she turned her back, she only bit her lip and smiled for Henry's sake, as well as the fact that if she wanted to be in this family she had to outsmart them, she was aware that they acted like that because she was the girlfriend, as soon as Henry would propose nobody would dare to say anything, she would officially be a Cavill. It was a shallow reason but she just wanted to be recognized for what she was, a woman that all she did was fall in love.
As the driver opened the door Henry got out first and then he helped (y/n) get out, before she got the chance he slightly kneeled in front of her to fix the end of her dress that touched the floor. His gentle grace of his fingers from her calf that went over her thigh brought goosebumps all over her body.
"I love this dress on you"
"I think you will have to wait until we get back home to show me how much you do"
Henry's reply was to lean down and press a kiss on her naked left shoulder before offering his arm for her to take as they walked in the Mansion as a couple.
(Y/n) felt the awfully familiar tightness in her chest as they entered, people were mingling, the smell of cigars lingered in the air as you could see the smoke in the air, even though the staff had done it's best to open windows and keep the air fresh.
"(Y/n)!"
She heard a woman call her name at a rather enthusiastic tone. As she turned she saw it was Henry's sister in law Chiara. She was dressed in a black dress that was a bit more modest than hers, yet it complimented her delicate figure in such a way that made her look like the glamorous Hollywood stars back in the day. The brunette woman opened her arms and offered (y/n) a warm hug. (Y/n) hugged back, feeling grateful that the host was one of the people in this family that she actually got along with. Chiara had married into the family years ago, she was rather tall and very intimidating, she vividly remembered the story of how Charlie traveled back and forth from the UK to Austria just to get a date with her.
"You look exquisite"
(Y/n) complimented her, Chiara smiled as she gave an up and down look with a smirk on her painted lips.
"Same goes for you dear, the hawk is going to have a heart attack… love it"
Chiara and (y/n) had bonded over how tightly Henry's mother held the strings, Chiara was the first to pull (y/n) aside and warn her that she is like that with anyone however she is all bark and no bite. Many nights have been spent over the phone with Chiara giving advice to (y/n). They were so different yet they found comfort in one another.
"How are you Chiara?"
Henry joined in, he didn't care that Chiara forgot to greet him, quite the opposite he was pleased (y/n) was getting the attention she deserved. Chiara looked at him and in the meantime Charlie started to approach her from behind, (y/n) had to admit that even though she met Chiara while she was married she still felt like Chiara was a single woman, Charlie traveled a lot which Chiara had stated multiple times that it was the reason she was still married to him, she needed her space and craved time alone. So as one can assume that she wasn't really eager to have a baby either.
"I'm well, I'm surprised you guys made it. I thought you had to be in Scotland"
"(Y/n) is not fond of Scotland"
He simply responded. To be fair she thought it was a beautiful country but it was springtime and she wanted to go somewhere with a bit more sun. A waitress approached the two couples and offered champagne, Henry reached for two glasses and offered (y/n) one, Chiara and Charlie were already holding a glass.
"Here you go love"
"Thank you"
"Cheers, to another successful season"
Henry raised his glass while the others followed. As they clinked their glasses and all the group took a sip, the taste of the bubbly drink soothed (y/n)'s nerves, her shoulders started to relax and the tightness on her chest was little to none.
"Where's mom and dad?"
"Oh last time I saw them they were talking to our brother"
"We should go say hello"
"Alright, it was nice seeing you"
(Y/n) said before Chiara leaned in a bit to whisper in her ear "you got this doll".
(Y/n) giggled at her and Chiara just stepped back and gave her a playful wink. Henry's hand found the small of her back before gently guiding her away from the couple, the last glimpse she got off the couple was Chiara turning to say something to her husband as she flipped her long wavy hair back.
(Y/n)'s heart stomped so loud she started feeling the pressure on her ears, out of instinct she clenched her jaw and tried to mask her nervousness. Henry spotted his parents and walked to them, knowing well that (y/n) is already done with the situation and depending on how this goes they might have to leave immediately.
"Henry and (y/n), is so good to see you"
Henry's father, Colin, was the first to greet them with a kind smile on his face. Colin had always been nothing but kind to (y/n), which was surprising to her since she had stereotypically thought that the father would be the hardest one to crack. Colin hugged his son and then proceeded to take (y/n)'s hand and give a kiss on her hand.
"It's good to see you young lady"
"Thank you"
"How are you dear?"
His mother Marianne said before going in for a very forced hug, yet she was grateful they still had a civil type of communication especially around others.
"I'm well, how are you?"
"You've lost weight, I was hoping you would have gained some, oh you would look so cute with a little baby bump"
(Y/n) let out a nervous giggle, not knowing how to answer. They weren't even married, let alone have a baby, she wanted to have kids but she was still young and wanted to enjoy having henry for herself a little longer.
Henry's hand went from the small of her waist to wrapping around her as a way to bring her closer to him. He had heard this over and over again, the only difference was that to him they questioned if she was worthy to bring an heir to the family.
"Not yet mother, I still enjoy seeing her in these tight clothes"
"Henry we are still your parents. He is right Marianne, let them have some fun"
"I'm sure (y/n) can have fun but Henry you are not getting any younger"
(Y/n) was at the edge of just disassociate as her gaze started to focus on a vase behind Marianne. In any other case if this woman was a random stranger she would have popped off and started to insult her. The squeeze she received from Henry's hand pulled her out of her trace. She bit her lip as she tried to find the right thing to say, she wanted kids but the subject of babies was something they hadn't even discussed other than the cheeky comments during sex. The squeeze she received from Henry's hand was enought to bring her out of her trance and now the tightness on her chest was replaced by a fire of anger.
"You know last time you questioned my credibility as a potential wife, so this new situation of wanting me to get pregnant is at least a step"
"Honey I don't know what you are talking about"
"You do, we all do"
She hit back before downing the rest of her drink. Henry smiled in triumph, he was taken back by her boldness on one hand, on the other she held her own and showed the spark he loved to see.
"I think it's time for us to leave. I love you both"
Henry hugged both of his parents and his dad gave (y/n) another kiss on the hand, when she turned to Marianne (y/n) smiled and took her in for a big hug, making Marianne let out a small "oh".
"Water under the bridge… dear"
(Y/n) said at a lower tone before she pulled away and took her spot again next to Henry.
"Have a good night"
Henry said before taking (y/n) away from them. Henry's hand slowly slid from her waist to her bum, he didn't do anything he just let it rest on it. (Y/n) was smart enough to understand that this small change of movement meant that not only was he not mad she responded, he was turned on by her.
"You never seize to amaze me love. I'll call the chauffeur but we got 15 minutes before he arrives"
"Plenty of time to see what decor they have in the bathroom"
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The B****, The Favorite, His Sister & Her Lover
Henry Cavill x Reader
Summary: Henry is in love with you, but you have been avoiding him for a month and you are forced to face the repercussions of your actions when your brother brings him to family dinner. (Fluffy, sorta smutty)
Words: 4979 (Sorry ☹, but I hope you like it if you decide it’s not too long).
All you wanted, well, not wanted, but all you planned for was a simple, hopefully non-stressful dinner where your mother made her lasagna and your brother eased her not-so-innocent attacks on you with his charming personality. It was a Friday. Friday’s were supposed to be relaxing, and if you could ignore the ‘subtle’ digs at your lack of relationship you might even consider it a win.
You sat at the counter, sipping at wine as your small mother slid her lasagna into the oven with two large, rose-printed oven mitts. What should have been a simple task ended up as your mother spending an entire minute adjusting and readjusting the pan until it was dead center on the rack.
“You’re letting all the heat out, mom.”
Her nearly entirely gray-haired head was practically in the oven when she said, “It has to be perfect or it won’t bake evenly, Y/N. If you ever cooked, you would know that. Men like when a woman can cook, you know.”
You rolled your eyes and took another sip of the dark reddish-purple liquid when the doorbell rang. Fucking finally, you thought, Brother dearest to the rescue. You actually loved Johnny almost more than anyone. He was your best friend, and without a doubt, you could show up at his apartment asking for help hiding a body and he would drop everything to google the best place to do it.
Probably a little too eagerly, you set your glass down, jogged to the small foyer, and whipped open the door. “Damn it, Johnny, you’re late. Mom is—”
Your body froze. Johnny was smiling wide, holding up a bottle of gin in his hand and waving it at you like a prize, standing next to the one man you had been trying to avoid for the better half of a month. You closed your parted lips and slid your tongue over them to wet the sudden dryness.
“Where’s mom?” Johnny asked.
You nodded your head in the direction of the kitchen. “Where else?”
You brother slipped by you, disappearing around the corner as he called for your mother. A sharp squeal echoed through the halls a moment later, your mother’s high-pitched tone crying ‘my baby boy,’ over and over.
Looking at the man before you: the blue eyes, the dark brown hair, the plump lips with an uneasy smile, you tried to look welcoming. You were sure you failed miserably, but who could blame you. Avoiding him had been going so well.
“Hi, Y/N.”
You swallowed. “Hi…Henry.” Awkwardly, you opened the door a little wider and stepped to the side. He cleared his throat and brushed passed you, the toned chest you had tried to forget rubbing up against your breasts. “Just, um…” You pointed in the direction of the kitchen before you realized it would just be better for him to follow you. “Follow me.”
When you saw Johnny playfully twirling your mother around to music he had turned on at some point, you internally groaned. He really was the perfect son. Perfect enough to make up for your lack of achievements. Johnny paused, large grin still in place when he saw you and Henry.
“Mom,” He said, gesturing a hand your way, “This is Henry, a good friend. We work together.”
Her eyes brightened even more at the sight of him. Tall, broad, sexy; the perfect potential suitor for her pathetic daughter. You just prayed she could keep her mouth shut for a single night.
“Henry,” She said, taking his hand in hers. “So lovely to meet you. Please, take a seat. What would you like to drink? I can get you anything.”
Henry looked anxious at the sudden onslaught of attention. You knew the feeling, though it was often directed your way in a more negative manner. Before Henry could respond, your brother set a glass of bourbon in front of him to which he responded with a nod, a smile, and a ‘thank you.’
The scene in front of you was more and more beginning to feel like an episode of The Twilight Zone. Henry was sitting at the kitchen counter of your childhood home with a drink in his hand, chatting with your mother and brother like it wasn’t weird. He looked misplaced. He was too big for the room. His shoulders were massive, and he was so, so tall, and there was something about it that had you panicking.
“Johnny!” Your brother looked your way. “Can I speak to you for a moment?”
Without waiting for a response, you turned on your heel and walked to your old bedroom. You shut the door with an annoyed huff once your bother’s body was barely on your side of it. He observed the room as if he hadn’t seen it a thousand times before then winced when he met your eyes, having run out of places to look. “Oh, don’t give me that.”
You crossed your arms. “What the fuck is he doing here!”
“He said he was going to be alone for the weekend and when I told him I was going home for the night, I offered for him to come.”
Raising an eyebrow, you scoffed. “And why would he accept that thrilling proposal?”
Johnny chucked and rubbed the back of his neck. “Funny thing—”
“Oh, is it?”
“I may have told him you were coming, too…”
“Is that so?” You said a little louder.
Your brother shrugged and sighed. “Look, Y/N, he loves you…a lot. I barely mentioned your name before he started to pack his overnight bag.” He chuckled at the memory. “Personally, I don’t get it. I never really felt like you outgrew that mousy, awkward phase, but I guess he sees passed that.”
Groaning, you grabbed a pillow off your bed and threw it at his head. “Johnny!”
He tossed the pillow back at you and you swatted it away. “He’s a good guy, Y/N. You could do worse. He could probably do better, but he did spend the entire drive here unashamedly asking about you, so he must think otherwise.”
“You’re an ass.”
“I’m the best and you love me.” Johnny walked to you and threw and arm over your shoulders. “Now, come on. We’ve left him alone with our mother. No one deserves that.”
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“Oh, I did see that…” Your mother snapped her fingers. “Oh, what was it? Uncle something, the uncle man, no that’s not it, uncle—”
“The Man from U.N.C.L.E,” Henry finished for her.
“Yes!” She smiled triumphantly as if she had come to answer on her own. “I quite enjoyed that one.”
“Well, thank you. That’s very kind of you.”
“My son says you’re Superman as well. Is that so?”
“Mom,” Your brother interrupted as he dragged you back in the room. “Leave Henry alone, alright? He gets questioned all the time. He doesn’t need it from us.”
Your mother swatted a hand. “Oh, nonsense. How am I supposed to get to know Henry here if I don’t ask questions?”
“Are you interviewing him for something?”
As she donned the oven mitts again, bent down, and pulled dinner out of the oven, your mother winked. “Maybe…”
You let out a quiet whimper, grabbed your glass, and downed the rest of your wine in half a second. Johnny nodded your way and handed you the bottle. You nodded back in appreciation and refilled your glass a little more than socially acceptable.
“Ok, now, everyone at the table,” You mother announced.
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The lasagna was annoyingly delicious, but the conversation ruined it. You were definitely buzzed by now, trying to scarf down the last of your food. Maybe you could feign illness and dip out before dessert. The two hour drive back to your apartment at nine p.m., tipsy or not, sounded exponentially better than staying the night like you usually did. If only it weren’t illegal and didn’t mean potentially harming yourself or someone else. Johnny watched you sympathetically, so very clearly understanding your discomfort, until your mother drew his attention at the mention of his name.
“John has a girlfriend,” She said to Henry, then looked at her son. “Where is Margaret, Johnny?”
“Business trip,” He replied. When she raised her eyebrows, undoubtedly impressed that her son found a woman important enough to be needed around the world, Johnny elaborated. “Paris this month. She is collaborating with some famous designer out there.”
“She is so smart and beautiful, very driven. It’s extremely impressive. You must be so proud of her.”
Johnny smiled at the thought of his girlfriend. He did love her in a way he’d never loved any other and you knew how hard it was for him when she was gone, so you reached out and placed a comforting hand on his arm. “I am proud of her. I am, um…I’m actually going to ask her to marry me when she gets back.”
Your mother squealed and practically jumped out of her seat. “Oh, my goodness!” Then, she actually stood and trotted over to her son, wrapped her arms around him and kissed the side of his head. Henry met your eyes as you averted them from the spectacle that was your mother, seeming to be examining every feature of your face with an undetermined expression. You wanted to look away but found yourself unable. His stare reminded you too much of the last time you saw him. The way he had studied you then, it made you melt. It was as if he was trying to figure you out, like he thought you were some kind of otherworldly being with a uniqueness he couldn’t quite find the words to describe.
You watched as his lips slowly parted and your thoughts turned dark. You mother would be ashamed, but she quickly stopped them as she fawned more over your brother. “I’ll have grandchildren in no time!” She placed on last peck on your bother’s cheek before taking her seat again, folding her napkin back over her lap. “Henry, have you met Margaret?”
Henry’s eyes finally left your face. “I have actually.”
“Oh, isn’t she absolutely lovely? Just perfect for my Johnny. I wish Y/N would find someone.”
“Mom,” You and Johnny said at the same time. Here we go. But your mother ignored your protests.
“Someone like you, Henry,” She continued and rested her hand on his forearm. “You would be perfect. You are so charming and sweet and handsome; you’d be good for her. Y/N has a horrible history with men, absolute buffoons. They never treat her right. They never love her.”
“Mom!” Johnny shouted, thankfully trying to protect you, because with each word that passed your mother’s lips, you lost the will to protect yourself.
“But a man like you—”
The sound of your chair skidding across the hardwood drowned out any other noise. You stood, threw your napkin down and, without a word or glance at anyone at the table, left for your room.
Johnny blew out a breath and shook his head. “Mom…”
Her eyebrows rose and she shrugged, her hands out in question like a small child when asked where the last of the cookies went. “What?”
“You need to lay off. Honestly. Give her a break.”
That surprised look on her face quickly shifted. “Oh, please, John. She knows I mean well. When I find her a man, she will thank me.”
“Will she?” Your brother’s lips thinned out. “I’ll go talk to her.”
Henry dabbed his mouth with his napkin and stood. “No. I’ll go,” He said, but paused when your mother put her small hand on his arm again.
“Oh, Henry, dear, you don’t have to deal with her.”
“No, mom,” Johnny interjected. “Let Henry go. I’ll stay and help you with the dishes. I think dinner is over.”
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The knock at your door had you groaning. You didn’t want to see anyone, not even Johnny. There was nothing he could say to make it better, to make the entire night disappear as if it never happened. All you wanted to do was lay back in your bed and stare at the little glow stars you had stuck on your ceiling when you were five. If you turned off your bedside lamp, they would shine that bright alien-green color that once had you wishing you could live with some wild, extra-terrestrial being instead of your own mother. But then the door pounded again.
“Not now, Johnny.”
You thought your simple, aggravated tone was enough to persuade anyone to leave you alone, until a moment later when the door eased open. “Not Johnny,” Henry said, and your heart skipped a beat. “Can we talk?”
Keeping your eyes on the little ceiling stars, you said, “I swear to god, if this is about my mom—”
“It’s not.”
“If it’s about the other thing, then the answer is still no.”
Henry quietly groaned, shut the door, and stepped to the side of the bed. The room was suddenly warmer as you met his eyes, and he nudged your legs to the side so he could sit. “Why not?”
You took a deep breath and scooted your body up until your back was against the wall. He still looked at you; determined, you realized. He wanted what he wanted, and he clearly had no plans to leave without answers. “That was an accid—”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“Yes,” You said firmly. “It was.”
He rose a perfect eyebrow. “How so? Neither of us were drunk, we both wanted it. You told me—”
“I know what I told you.”
Henry nodded and swallowed, his eyes darting to the floor for a second before back to you. “Were you lying to me then?”
‘No,’ You wanted to say, but somehow, your lips could not form the word. Though even if they could, you weren’t sure any sound would come out.
“Tell me, how does it happen that two people can admit their feelings for one another, sleep together, and then one of those people decides to leave in the middle of the night and start avoiding the other.”
“Didn’t I just say—”
“Yea, well, I want to talk about it,” he interrupted you, and you didn’t miss the irritation starting to seep into that delectably deep voice of his.
The look on his face had you wishing you could rip out your own stomach to avoid the nausea it induced. At least I feel guilty, you thought. You could be one of those people who lies to get in someone pants and then avoids them. You didn’t lie, so there would always be that.
“Why did you leave?” He asked.
You didn’t even know. Was there actually a single reason, or where there so many little reasons that you couldn’t pinpoint one in particular. Either way, you couldn’t explain. You knew what you felt for him. You knew it scared you, and that you didn’t want to hurt him. But how do you make a stupid choice like unwrapping his arms from your body in the middle of the night while he sleeps so you could leave, and then ever be able to look him in the eye again. You weren’t strong enough for that, not when it came to him. He made you feel amazing and beautiful and loved, and you threw it back in his face.
“Y/N—”
“Can we please not do this,” You whispered.
“No, we are doing this,” Henry said, standing sharply. “We are definitely doing this.”
You stood as well, willing yourself to be as tall as him. At least then it would be fair, but he was inches above you, and you didn’t possess the magical abilities to make yourself grow after the age of 15, so… “Henry—”
He stared you down, stepping to you and forcing you back until your spine met the wall. “Just answer the damn question, Y/N. Is what you said to me a lie?”
“I…I’m…I don’t—” You stammered and, though tried to hold your ground, couldn’t stop yourself from looking away and to the tacky, blue carpet flooring. But Henry wasn’t having it. He crooked a finger under your chin and lifted until you had no choice other than to gaze into the ocean blue of his eyes and at the small brown island in the left one.
“Do you love me or not?”
Your mouth opened and closed like a fish. You wanted to say something, you had to, he wouldn’t wait forever, but—
“Yes or no, Y/N.”
…He wouldn’t wait forever…
“Yes or--”
“Yes.”
In the same breath, he cupped your cheeks and put his lips on yours. Tasting him again sent shocks through every nerve of your body. It felt like your first sip of water after surviving days without; like the feeling of sunshine on your skin after being trapped so long in the darkness you lost track of time. It felt as if his kiss held inside it everything you needed to finally be free. No more denial, no more loneliness or fear, no more avoiding him because he clearly wasn’t going to let that happen for one more minute.
When you finally gave in and parted your lips for him, Henry groaned. His tongue on yours created a fire that burst inside of you and soothed the chills his touch created, and before you had time to process another thought, you were pushing him back to your bed and straddling his lap. Warm hands traveled up and down your back until the moan you made at the feeling of his hard on pressing to your core had him wrapping his arms tight around your waist. So tight, you were not sure how you could still breathe.
You sneaked your hand between your bodies and worked to unbuckle the belt around his hips, but he pulled back just as you yanked it from the loops and tossed it to the side. You searched his eyes for any reason he may have stopped you, but all you saw was love. He reached up and brushed a stray hair behind your ear, then caressed your cheek and stroked along your cheekbone with his thumb.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, eyebrows still drawn together in confusion.
Henry smiled to slightest. “I love you.”
“…Still?” You looked away from him in embarrassment. “Even after avoiding you for a month?”
“Yes, still,” He chuckled. “Even after that.”
You let out a little whimper and touched your forehead to his. “I don’t know how you could.”
“Because it’s you, baby.” He put a hand on the back of your neck and pecked your lips once, twice. “I’ve been in love with you for so long.”
You lifted your head from his and he smiled, glancing at your lips before meeting your eyes. “How long?”
“Since your brother brought you to the Fallout wrap party.”
“Henry…”
“I know. I should’ve told you a long time ago, way before last month.” With one hand, he threaded his fingers through your hair. The other started to rub up and down your thigh.
He nudged his nose against yours and before he could kiss you again, you whispered, “I love you.”
Your words made him contentedly hum from deep in his chest, then he placed his lips on yours again, your bottom one between his two. He sucked on it and softly nibbled, and you slid your hands up his chest until you could wrap your arms around his neck. Grinding your hips down forced a groan from Henry as he went for the button of his jeans.
Your lips separated for a moment so you could hike up your skirt, and before he could, you slipped your fingers inside his pants and pulled out his cock, grasping it in your warm hand. His lips parted at your touch, his eyes staring hard into yours as you lifted up, tugged your panties to the side, and started to ease yourself onto him. His cock parted your folds and stretched you so deliciously wide that the familiar string from his size had you gasping.
“Oh, God,” Henry sucked in a breath, sheathed fully inside you. “So good, sweetheart.”
You nodded, lost for words. Nothing could describe the feeling of him inside you. He filled you the way no man ever could, in more ways than one. Every hollow part of you he sated; your body, your heart, your mind, all brought to peace just by being with him. How you let your fear get in the way of this for an entire month, you couldn’t understand. But as he held you so close nothing could get between your bodies, you pushed your thoughts to the back of your mind and started to rock your hips back and forth on his lap.
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“That is a lot of stars,” Henry said as you laid back in the bed and stared up at your ceiling, his arms still wrapped around you. He hadn’t let you go, even for a second. From the moment you said ‘yes’ to his question, his hands remained on your body, his skin always touching yours.
“I like space.”
“I know,” He chuckled, then pulled you on top of him. You overlapped your hands on his chest and rested your chin on them.
“Oh yea?”
“Mhm. I know an awful lot about you. I’ve been paying attention for a while.”
“I know things about you, too.”
“Oh yea?” He asked, mimicking you with a smirk and an arched eyebrow.
“I know that you’re obsessed with video games, you like to cook and you’re actually good at it, you want a family, and you love Kal more than anyone.”
“Almost more than anyone.” He smiled at you and brushed a knuckle down your cheek. “Don’t tell him though.”
You giggled but continued. “I know that you are supportive and determined and you always go after what you want--”
“Like I did with you.”
“��And there is no one in the world like you. You make me feel safe…and loved.”
He leaned closer and you rose to meet his lips. “You’re all I want.”
The corners of your mouth crooked up, but a moment later they fell and you sat up in fear. “Oh, my God.”
“What?”
“We’ve been in here,” You paused to check the small alarm clock on your bedside table, “For an hour.” Standing quickly, you looked around, wildly searching for your underwear that Henry had yanked down your legs at some point and tossed to God knows where.
He hopped up and threw his shirt over his head. When you handed him his belt, he nodded and thanked you with a smile before he began to slip it through the loops.
You sighed in relief when you found the dark blue lacy panties and pulled them up your legs. “My mother is gonna lose it. I bet the only reason she hasn’t barged in here is because of Johnny.” You ran around like a chicken with its head cut off, looking for garments and hurriedly clothing yourself. When you passed in front of Henry, he grabbed your arm.
“Babe,” He said, cupping your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. “It’s fine. Everything is going to be fine.”
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You stepped down the stairs and casually rounded the corner into the living room as if you hadn’t just had sex twice, to see Johnny sitting in one of two brown leather armchairs, sipping his gin and tonic. Your brother smirked when he saw your somewhat disheveled appearance, with Henry behind you, one of his large hands on your hip.
“Hey, sis.”
You rolled your eyes. “Don’t start. Where’s mom?”
He nodded his head to the couch you hadn’t bothered to glace at yet, where your mother’s body draped along it like a rag doll, a glint of drool at the corner of her mouth. “What the fuck?”
“Mom still cannot hold her booze.” He stood and watched your mother as she let out a loud snore. “Don’t worry, she didn’t hear you. She was too busy ranting about your lack of love life.” You swallowed and Johnny walked up to you. Raising one eyebrow, he looked between you and Henry, then took a gulp of the clear liquid in his glass. “The irony, huh?”
Before you could say a word, your brother slipped by you and patted Henry a few times on the shoulder. “Oh, and you’re free to go home,” Johnny called from the kitchen. “I have a feeling you’d both rather spend your night…well, not here, and I can look after our dear mother. You can thank me tomorrow.” He chuckled.
Henry looked down at you and smiled softly. “We can stay if you want.”
“Are you kidding?” You snickered. “Just give me a minute, then we can go.”
He grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “I’ll go wait by the car. Tell Johnny I’ll see him Monday, yea?”
You nodded and as Henry left out the front door, you made your way down the tiled hallway that led to the kitchen. You found your brother sitting at the counter and typing on his phone with a smile.
“Margaret?” You asked.
Johnny placed his phone back on the counter and took a swig of gin straight from the bottle. “Yea.”
“How is she?”
“Good. She’s doing really well out there.” He smiled, though halfheartedly, and went for the fridge to pull out your mother’s devil’s food cake. Grabbing a fork, he walked back to the counter, put the cake in the center and dug right into the side of it. You stared as he devoured bite after bite. If it were you, you would have surely faced the wrath of the small, plump woman passed out in the next room, but Johnny ate without a care in the world. “I fucking miss her.”
You picked at a fingernail as you asked, “Is it awful…to have someone you love hours away from you for weeks at a time?” You hated to see your brother miss his girlfriend so much his insides hurt, and you had no desire to be in the same situation.
“Not as awful as it probably sounds. It would be easier with you and Henry, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He gave you an amused look that only barely masked his own pain.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, he and I have to go wherever the production companies take The Witcher, but you can travel freely with your job and, believe me, he’ll take you everywhere he’s filming as long as you say yes. He also might try to superglue you to his side though, so watch out for that.”
You scrunched your eyebrows together, trying to not smile as much as your brother’s words were begging you to, then forced it down with a swallow. “Johnny…” He hummed, and when you didn’t continue, he turned his head to look at you. “Thank you. I don’t know that I would’ve talked to him again if you hadn’t brought him here. I would’ve tried to forget about it, and him.”
Johnny smirked as he poked at the cake with his fork. “Nah, Henry wouldn’t have let that happen. He’s, like, an idiot for you, but a very…determined idiot.”
“Really?”
“Oh, baby sister, you have no idea.” He rubbed up and down the side of your arm the way he used to as kids in high school when he thought you were being a little too naïve for your own good. “But I’ll tell you all about the nauseatingly, sappy whining he did over you another time.”
That was a story you were sure Henry would try to keep as far away from you as possible and the thought made you smile. The close friends he probably told, or ‘whined’ to, as your brother said, would undoubtedly have a ball trying to recount every detail just to see how red Henry’s cheeks could get.
You wrapped your arms around Johnny from the side, your head just meeting his shoulder, and squeezed. He wiggled his arm out of your tight hold to tuck you into his side then kissed your forehead.
“I love you,” You said.
“I know.”
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Seeing Henry leaning against your car, patiently waiting for you, made something in your chest lighten. He didn’t seem bored or annoyed or itching to rush you along, but just content to stay in that one spot until you were ready to go. You’d never had that before: a man who didn’t force you to follow every minute of his schedule, who didn’t make you feel like you could never be an inconvenience without consequences, who didn’t hold you down by the boulder on your chest, suffocating you until you complied. It made you appreciate what it meant to be able to inhale and exhale for more than just the need to keep your body from dying. It gave you the chance to see that there are two types of breathing: There’s the breathing that keeps you alive, and there’s the breathing that keeps you sane. Henry allowed you to have both, and it took the smallest of gestures to give you that relief.
He smiled bright when he saw you striding over the front yard grass to him and took your hands in his once you were within reach. “You ready?”
You nodded and rested your head on his chest, inhaling the scent you memorized a year ago. “Yours or mine?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“If we go to yours, we can be having sex sooner. Mine’s an extra fifteen away,” You said and looked up at him.
“Mine it is.” He winked and then kissed you.
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my little flower
pairing: dad!bucky barnes x mom!reader
summary: bucky’s daughter turns one.
warnings: angst, and fluff. probably canon errors but i don’t have the comics on hand sorryyyyy
a/n: just me expressing emotion through mr boobky boobernoobs. also the little letter the reader has written is what i have written for my daughters birthday. LASTLY i know i have a story for Henry Cavill and his daughters name is lavender and i was gonna change it but then it wouldn’t make sense so i just kept it yk. anyways, hope you enjoy.
Bucky glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time that night.
he was alternating between looking at the clock, his phone, and his sleeping daughter.
she turned one tomorrow, and he had no clue what to write. there were so many things he wanted to say, but he knew he had limited space on instagram captions to do so.
he wasn’t into instagram too much, but some how Sam and Wanda had convinced him to post for his daughters birthday. he had a few other pictures of you and her, and one or two of him on there already.
posting those seemed so easy for him. he took the picture, thought of a caption pre war Bucky would use, and hit post.
but when it came to his daughters birthday? the 106 year old was clueless.
he had asked you for advice, and you had just told him to remember what it felt the first time he held her, which was not helpful, because the first thing he felt was fear.
then, an overwhelming and crushing sense of love. like everything made sense. everything was clearer, because of the tiny little baby in his arms. he was terrified. more scared than he was when he was hanging on to that train for dear life, hoping he could just reach Steve’s hand. more scared than when he knew his memories of Steve and Rebecca and everyone in his past was fading due to Zola and Hydra.
a million times more scared than when he watched himself dust away in that beautiful Wakandan forest.
he was scared, but at the same time, he felt so safe. it was the same kind of safe he felt with you, but more intense. he knew that the little girl he was holding would never judge him for his past. all she would do is love him, love her Tătic.
Tătic. he had heard a Romanian child say it when he was seeking refuge in Bucharest, and he knew that’s what he wanted to be called. not dad, daddy, dada, papa, or any other versions of father. he wanted Tătic.
he felt safe, at home even, in Bucharest. yes, his apartment was rather shitty, but it was his. he had something materialistic and tangible that was fully his, after not having anything, not even his own body, to himself for over 50 years.
Bucky refocused his eyes on his phone, and decided to glance at what you had posted. he sighed as he realized that it was absolutely beautiful, and that nothing he could do would top it.
it was a video of all the firsts that Bucky had insisted on recording. he remembered sitting in his bed, in Bucharest, a few weeks after getting there. he had been thinking about Rebecca, and suddenly, a memory of her first steps came to him. he saw her little chubby body wobble before she took her first steps into their mother’s waiting arms. Bucky knew he couldn’t have been too old, but immediately started sobbing when he realized he’d never get to relive that moment. he didn’t stop sobbing for a good few hours. out of happiness, sadness, regret, he didn’t know. he had scrambled to grab a journal and wrote down every detail of that moment, before stuffing it in his go bag.
reliving it wasn’t something he’d ever thought about before, in 1945. there weren’t affordable video cameras, and there was no way to store them forever. so when Lavender came along, he insisted that every little first be recorded so he could relive it over and over again.
he watched as she took her first breath, rolled for the first time, crawled for the first time, said her first word (it was ‘plum’) and walked for the first time.
his eyes drifted down to the paragraph, and focused on reading the words.
‘lavender.
your name represents purity, silence, devotion, calmness, serenity, and grace. i gave you this name because i know you will represent all of those things. i named you after Lavender Brown from Harry Potter. Lavender was a beautiful, strong, and amazing character. she showered Ron with love, and adoration, which is all i have felt this past year of being your mama. you remind me of Lavender in so many ways. from the smiles i get to see in the morning, to the cuddles i get at night, to the way you, just this week, saw another child crying in daycare and went and offered your toy up without a second thought. you then hobbled away, and found a new toy. you never came to me to show you what you did, you never took another child’s toy now that yours was gone, you just did it. that is something Lavender did. Lavender gave everything to Ron without a second thought. she may not have been appreciated, but i will appreciate you and all of the little things that you do to help others, even at just a year old. you bring light and love to whoever is near you. you love with your whole being, which i adore. you’re only one, but you put your hands in the air and sing (babble, really) along to every single praise song, you dance, you sit quietly during prayer, and most importantly you love God with everything in your tiny little body. from the moment the nurses laid your even tinier body on my chest, it was just you, me, and your father. i had dreamed of that moment for years, but nothing compared to it. one year ago today, you were placed on my chest, a screaming red little bundle, and you instantly calmed down. i remember looking down at you and being so happy that i finally had my little girl. i remember thinking “God really sent me an angel in the form of a baby,” which is EXACTLY what he did. you are my sweet baby girl, and always will be. i will love and. adore you for the rest of my life. my sweetie pie, my Laffy Taffy, my love. my little flower, Lavender. happy birthday.’
how could he follow that?
he took another glance at the crib that sat at the end of the bed, and watched as his daughter sighed, and pushed her diapered butt up in the air before continuing to snooze.
he looked down at his phone, and decided to just follow his heart. let the words flow. it didn’t matter if it made sense, but he wanted the world to know just how much he loved her.
he took a deep breath, and began to type.
‘lavender rebecca barnes.
there are so many words that i could use to describe how wonderful, sweet, kind, adorable, and gracious you are, but even all of those could never fully express how much i love you, and how much you mean to me.
when your mom told me about you, i was terrified. i have done so many bad things in my life, why was God rewarding me with a tiny little human? i spent so many nights praying to God that i would never hurt you. that you would never see me as the world does. that you would never judge me for the things that i did.
but i didn’t have to worry. the second i saw your little face, all of those stresses and anxieties melted away. as i held you, i realized that you were mine. fully mine. having something of my own is something that i was deprived of for many years, and one day you will learn about that.
when i held you for the first time, i was petrified. you were tiny. the smallest, but most real thing i had ever held. you didn’t cry, you just gazed up at me. almost as if you knew i was your Tătic. that you knew i was your father.
your mother tells me that when babies are born, they don’t understand the grasp of ‘mother and father’, they more recognize who is a safe caregiver and who isn’t.
you, without a hesitation, recognized me as a safe caregiver, and have stood by that every one of these last 365 you have graced me, your mother, and everyone around you with your presence.
it has been a pleasure to watch you grow, and as much as it makes me sad knowing that one day you’ll know the truth about me, i know you won’t judge me. i know you will love me for me. the man who created you, who helped give you life.
you are such a special little girl, and i can only hope to show you just how special you are for the rest of my life.
i love you, lavender rebecca barnes.’
his thumb shook as it hovered over the post button, but he pressed it anyways. the screen brought up a loading symbol for less than a second, and then the post was there.
he shut off his phone, and placed it on the charger next to him, before getting up and walking to the crib.
he lifted her out, and laid her on his chest, before walking back to the bed and sitting down carefully. he gazed down at his daughter, a fact that still blew his mind, as she slept so soundly, even with the coolness of the metal arm probably seeping through the fabric of her white kitty cat onesie.
he glanced over at the clock, and didn’t stop the tear that rolled down his face when it hit 12:00.
“happy birthday, my little flower.”
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